Chapter 177 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-Two) "He was deceived by 47"


Chapter 178 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-three) "He never replied"

The content of Ms. Medina's lectures was English. If Shang Qingbei was here, he might be a little interested; but it is a pity that , most of the players who are still alive are past the age where they need to take English exams.

They are either restless or restless, but they still have to pretend to be paying attention to the lecture in front of the NPC, which is simply miserable.

Fortunately, at eleven o'clock sharp, a harsh bell rang on time, announcing the end of the class.

Medina gathered all the players into the corridor and glanced at everyone's face with cold eyes: "I know that many of you didn't have a good rest last night, and you took advantage of me when I wasn't paying attention. Sneaked out of the dormitory - you know who did it.”

Seeing this faction settling accounts, the players all held their breaths and waited anxiously for the judgment to come. A few people with poor psychological quality were already trembling in a daze.

Ms. Medina seemed to be satisfied with the players' fear, her gray eyes narrowed slightly: "Of course, I keep my word, and I can forgive all your violations on the first day. But there is a bad boy You took my things and haven't returned them yet. This bad behavior must be punished."

As soon as she finished speaking, a small player in the crowd burst out with an exclamation. Everyone looked in response and saw that a large yellow flower suddenly bloomed on his chest, spitting out the stamens vigorously and enthusiastically, and flowed down like a waterfall.

He howled in pain and fell backwards to the ground, rolling and twitching. There were constant yellow flowers being crushed by him, but soon more flowers bloomed from the corpse of the flower, covering him with broken petals and intact stamens, and climbing in all directions.

The people closest to them seemed to have woken up from a dream and quickly stepped aside, fearing that they would be contaminated by this weird plant. Soon, there was only an open space full of yellow flowers left near the fallen player.

He was still struggling relentlessly. As more and more flowers bloomed on his chest, it became difficult for him to even move. He could only tremble his limbs and let out breathless moans.

The sudden death point did not give anyone time to react. The players stood aside stiffly, witnessing the unlucky ghost's struggles getting weaker and weaker, his voice getting softer and softer, and he was gradually drowned by the flowers. .

It wasn’t until the people on the ground were completely silent that Ms. Medina walked over, reached into the flowers on the body, groped around, and grabbed a few pieces of yellowed letter paper.

Some players recognized it. It was the letter that Jiang Junjue claimed to have copied from Ms. Medina’s office.

Now it seems that Jiang Junjue lied. These letters have not gone through the copying process at all, they are originals!

"There is another bad boy who burned down the archives. It's unforgivable! Although some people have been punished for this, I know that he is not the real culprit." Ms. Medina stared at everyone's eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice. Said, "I already know the answer to who did it, but I hope you can report him and catch him!"

Players were looked at with viper-like eyes, and most of them didn't dare. He acted rashly, but a few people cast suspicious looks at Zhang Yiyu. At present, the only ones who have clearly been to the archives alone are her and the dead Nobuhiro Yamakawa.

Ms. Medina looked around and could not find the culprit in the crowd, so she shook her head in disappointment.

"Between eleven o'clock and twelve noon, it is free time. At twelve o'clock, everyone will gather in the cafeteria on time." She dropped a word and walked away with the letter.

It wasn't until her footsteps disappeared in the corridor that the players relaxed a little, and the sound of breathing sounded one after another in the silence, with the feeling of joy of surviving the disaster.

Ms. Medina in this school is an incomprehensible existence, and her behavior has no rules at all; which players to deal with, and which players to let go, all depend on mood...

You know, the rules never say However, players are not allowed to take things in the office...

"Jiang Junjue, what do you mean?" The young man wearing earrings took the lead in attacking Jiang Junjue.

The earring man and the dead little man were roommates.

At this moment, he said clearly: "You had already expected that something would happen if you carried those letters with you, so you put them on the third floor and asked us to go up and read them together. You lied to us and said those letters were transcripts. Did you come down with the idea of ​​finding a scapegoat to bear Ms. Medina’s punishment for you?”

Jiang Junjue took off the cigarette from his mouth with two fingers and silently clamped it to his ear. The players all looked at him nonchalantly, waiting for his explanation.

Seeing that Jiang Junjue remained silent, the man with earrings became even more unreasonable and unforgiving: "We respect you as a veteran player in Tingfeng Guild, so we chose to believe you and follow your arrangements, not to let you take us down. Be a fool and take advantage of our..."

[The important NPC Ms. Medina has been infected with "Insomnia", and the copy is about to enter a new stage]

The cold system prompt interrupted With his words, the loading progress bar popped up on all players' system interfaces without warning.

They looked at each other, and some of them had some suspicions, looking at Jiang Junjue who once again held the cigarette butt between his fingers.

[New rules are loading...Scenes are being updated...]

Amidst a series of irritating busy tones, Jiang Junjue threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and faintly spit out three words: "Success."< br>
He looked around at everyone around him and explained calmly: "Judging from the situation in the bathroom yesterday, you should have discovered that germs can be transmitted through contact with the soil on the patient's body. The letters I found in the office are kept It is intact and contains a lot of information. It should be very important to Ms. Medina. In other words, once she finds that the letter is lost, she will definitely find a way to get it back."

"So, I am realizing myself. After I got sick, I wiped some dirt from my body on those letters. Of course, I didn’t know that this disease was called ‘insomnia’ at that time, but I just thought that dragging the enemy NPC into the water would give us some advantages.”

Speaking of this, Jiang Junjue looked at the indignant earring man beside him, and sighed apologetically: "I tell you that those letters were copied by me, and I did not intend to harm any of you. I was just afraid that someone would report me to Ms. Medina if she asked about it. I had to protect my own safety first, so I had no choice but to hide some of the facts.”

"As for the death of that little comrade, it was completely unexpected by me. How could I have imagined before that someone would secretly take something on the floor if I put it casually?"

Listen to this statement. There was nothing wrong with it. Although the players still had doubts, they did not continue to worry about it.

In the corridor, the already bleak scene became even dimmer. Dark water stains seeped between the corners of the walls and the cracks in the floor, and tiny mushroom plants grew darkly.

The air is filled with the thick smell of rotting plants, mixed with the smell of fermented disinfectant water, weaving the shadow of disease and death.

On the system interface, new lines of prompt text are refreshed, accompanied by a cold narration:

[Loading has been completed, and the copy has opened a new stage]

[After the last aboriginal in the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School was also infected, Mr. Tolson made the decision to seal off the school to prevent the spread of the disease. 】

【Yes, the historical Red Maple Leaf Boarding School experienced a massacre without leaving any evidence on June 8, and was labeled an "accident" for a long time. . 】

【From today's perspective, this massacre may be an unforgivable crime against humanity; but it is undeniable that the death of the patient did effectively curb the spread of the disease and saved a large area of ​​innocent land. 】

【Of course, there are still fish that slipped through the net during the massacre. There is a lucky child who escaped from the cruel hell on earth - who among you could he be? 】

[Task time limit has been triggered]

[Task time: 12:49 in 5 days] The time in the copy is 11:11 on June 2, that is to say, at 0:00 on June 8, Some people will die as recorded in the files, and only one person can survive through the guaranteed death toll mechanism...

The countdown to life hangs overhead like the Sword of Damocles. , the players' faces all looked ugly, and they all cast resentful glances at Jiang Junjue.

Jiang Junjue, however, looked indifferent and stood weakly, as if the life and death of others had nothing to do with him.

The text on the system interface is still refreshing:

[The main task has been updated, and replaceable tasks have been added]

[Main task (optional): Configure enough to cure everyone's "insomnia" Potion for "disease"]

[The mission scene has been updated]

[There will be more unwilling ghosts resurrected in this land of death. Some of them are malicious to everyone, and some are malicious. Willing to provide some help】

At this point, the players realized that the new stage seemed dangerous, but in fact "danger and opportunity coexisted", and their dissatisfaction was immediately swept away.

The situation has not gotten worse, it can even be said to have improved a lot.

After the first day of exploration, valuable clues have been almost exhausted. New scenes and the placement of NPCs can undoubtedly provide more clues, which is the fulcrum to break the situation.

Besides the original almost impossible task, there are other options.

If you can't kill Ms. Medina, you can try another task, which is to prepare a medicine to cure the disease.

Chen Lidong spoke at the right time: "I opened the two small rooms at the end of the corridor. There are aboriginal documents piled in one room, which may be helpful. However, those documents cannot be taken out and cannot be understood."

"If you can't bring it out, just make a copy. If you don't understand, you can ask." Jiang Junjue half-squinted his eyes and resumed his lazy tone, "There will definitely be many aboriginal ghosts coming out by then. Literate people..."

As if to confirm his words, several human figures loomed in the shadows of the corridor. The edges of the water stains became clearer and clearer, gradually condensing into the outline of a thin child.

The clear children's voice echoed one after another in the corridor. If you listen carefully, you can hear two conversations one after the other.

"Those people are coming tomorrow. I heard that they are also infected with the disease and want to arrest us to treat them..."

"Are they also suffering from insomnia?"

"I don't know, I only eavesdropped on a few sentences. If I'm caught eavesdropping, I will be put in solitary confinement."

"I'm so scared, I don't want to be taken away... Those children who were taken to the fourth floor never came back..."

"Shh - Ms. Medina said, as long as we don't do anything unnecessary They only arrest bad boys who use witchcraft."

"Hehe! I don't know witchcraft, I'm not a bad boy! Let them catch the real bad boys. Let’s go!”

The voice gradually became softer, and no specific words could be heard in the subsequent words.

Zhou Datong didn't understand and asked: "Isn't 'insomnia' generally only infecting aboriginal people? I wonder if those philanthropists are not aboriginal people. What diseases do they treat? What does it have to do with aboriginal people?"

This is also a question that most people have, and there are no clues that can point to an accurate answer.

Jiang Junjue was silent for a moment and pointed ahead: "Go to those two small rooms first."

The group of people moved toward the end of the corridor in a mighty manner, although they were already dead. There are few companions, but the formation of eighteen people is impressive enough.

Zhang Yiyu quietly let herself fall to the end of the team. From the corner of her eye, she saw the shadowy figures on both sides. She shuddered, but still gritted her teeth and retreated step by step, carefully breaking away from the large group.

All the way back to the stairs, making sure that no one would stop her, she quickened her pace and trotted downstairs.

From the end of get out of class to now, she has been transmitting real-time information from the players to Qiss every moment, but from beginning to end, she has not received any response from Qiss.

Every word she spoke was like pebbles thrown into a swamp, disappearing silently.

She suspected that Qiss had died in the coffin, but the [Evil God Follower] logo on the system interface gave her a glimmer of hope. The effects of skills are still continuing, and players with corresponding skills may still have room for survival.

But she soon thought of another possibility. Qisi was just an agent of the evil god. After signing the contract with her, she believed in the evil god, not Qisi. In other words, even if Qisi dies, she will not lose her status as a "believer"...

Zhang Yiyu only hates that she is too weak and is a [pseudo person] with no other use than being able to sense strange things.

Even if she is stronger, she can directly challenge other players without having to wait for Qiss's help; no matter how bad it is, she can still determine Qiss's life and death remotely.

Unfortunately there is no if.

Zhang Yiyu asked Qisi over and over whether she should continue to follow the players to find clues, or take the opportunity to fish him out of the coffin.

No results, no response, just silence.

Without receiving further orders, Zhang Yiyu could only use her own common sense to analyze.

It is known that the players will copy the clues, and she will get a rough idea sooner or later; but Chiss requires her to open the coffin as soon as possible. If she is late, Chiss's survival probability will be lower by one point.

——It is safer for her to strictly follow the predetermined orders.

At this point, Zhang Yiyu completely convinced herself, suppressed her fear of ghosts, and walked step by step towards the cemetery to the east.

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