Chapter 176 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-one) "Gods Can't Save Us"


Chapter 176 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (21) "God cannot save us"

In the Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall, the tour guide preached in a sweet voice: "The first floor is the archives, which mainly displays the Aboriginal people. Historical materials, as well as first-hand materials such as diaries left by some of the participants. "

"The second floor is the classroom where aboriginal children used to attend classes. Most of the remains have been cleared away, leaving only the remains. We have provided some desks, and you may be able to sit on them and touch and feel that history up close.”

“The third floor is the dormitory, and there are many unique traces in it, such as graffiti and scratches on the walls. ——But no one can understand the meaning of those calligraphy and paintings.”

“Going eastward outside the museum is the cemetery where the victims are buried. It has not been repaired for a long time. It is said that on cloudy days or at night. In the past, you could hear the cries of the dead..."

"Through the maple forest is a solitary room used to isolate sick children, and it is also the place where many children died. It has been idle for a long time, and mushrooms have grown..."

The tour guide's voice deepened, showing a kind of The tone in which ghost stories are told can send shivers down your spine.

Chang Xu interrupted her: "What is the fourth floor for?"

The tour guide was stunned, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed: "The fourth floor has been sealed, and you can't go up. Went."

She paused, took out a small book that looked like a travel brochure from her pocket, and handed it to Shuimeng: "These are the rules for visiting our memorial hall. Please read it carefully and remember it. Violation, I will have to ask you out of the memorial hall.”

Shuo Meng took the travel brochure and opened it. There were three short lines of text written on the title page:

[1. Please visit in a civilized manner and do not damage or take away any items in the memorial hall]

[2 , 8:00, 12:00, and 16:00, the canteen will provide food, please go to the canteen on time]

[3. The opening hours are between 6:00-22:00 , please rest in the dormitory for the rest of the time]

"Ms. Medina, we are going to live here for the next few days, right?" Sai Meng asked knowingly, "We eat in the cafeteria and rest in the dormitory, no Will it be considered as destroying cultural relics? ”

The tour guide smiled and said: "This is not something you need to worry about. You can move around freely in the venue as long as you do not violate the rules."

She ignored the two players and turned to leave .

After her back completely disappeared at the entrance of the memorial hall, Shuimeng smacked her lips twice and moved close to Chang Xu: "Brother Chang, I have some ideas. Let's talk about it. Please listen to it."

Chang Xu looked sideways at him, and then saw him touching his chin on the ground: "As for the dormitory, you can wait until night to explore. Although I don't know what the degree of 'rest' is, but it probably won't We will be strictly required to sleep.”

“There shouldn’t be many clues in the classroom on the second floor. Ms. Medina also said that most of the things in the cemetery and the solitary room are the same as those in Article 2. It is related to the rules, and it is worth exploring based on the "danger and opportunity coexist" routine. ”

"There seems to be a problem on the fourth floor. After all the clues in other places are found, let's go up and have a look together."

Chang Xu said "hmm" and had no intention of expressing an opinion.

He is self-aware of his puzzle-solving abilities and knows that it is more reliable to trust the decisions of intelligent players than to follow intuition.

Jian Shuomeng stood in front of the innermost display cabinet, putting his face against the glass and looking at the files inside. He also walked a few steps to the outermost row of display cabinets and started reading the information displayed inside.

There are very few materials written in Aboriginal languages. Most of the files displayed in the display cabinets are written in English. The system interface automatically provides translation after sight, so anyone can understand it.

[If failure is irreversible, accept it calmly. Survival is the first priority at all times. It is not easy, but it is not difficult either...]

[Stay alive, find a way to survive, faith, words and language have never been as important as imagined . Giving up may be a pain, but it is also inevitable...]

[Witchcraft and gods cannot save us, they will only bring disaster. Forget all these useless things, throw away the past, and welcome a new life...]

The notebook in the display cabinet is open to the middle page. The three paragraphs above are specious, and the cause and effect cannot be seen at all.

Chang Xu took out the playing cards between his fingers and wanted to cut open the glass display cabinet, take out the paper inside and turn over the pages.

But soon, he remembered the rule not to damage public property in the memorial hall...

Distressed, headache.

"The disease that Ms. Medina mentioned that killed those aboriginal children is most likely insomnia." Shuimeng suddenly spoke out, pointing to a certain part of the display cabinet, indicating to Chang Xu to look at it.

Chang Xu walked over and saw a incomplete scientific report.

[Scientific name: Insomnia]

[Characteristics:...This bacteria seems to be only harmful to indigenous people. Outsiders contain natural antibodies and will not become sick due to the above-mentioned infection...]

Most of the writing is blurred by burn marks. But you can still see the key.

Chang Xu thought of the background of this copy "to get rid of the trouble of insomnia for the family" and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Our family has aboriginal ancestry?"

"Not necessarily." Talking about dreams He took out a cigarette from his pocket and reached to the side with his other hand to fumble.

He couldn't reach for the lighter for a long time, so he could only put the cigarette in his ear: "This clue can basically prove that the statement that 'insomnia originated from the curse of the evil god worshiped by the aborigines' is untenable. . After all, no matter how ignorant those indigenous people are, they will not shoot themselves in the foot.”

Chang Xu glanced at the narration text on the system interface: "But our mission is to find clues to the treatment of insomnia from aboriginal literature."

"It's just for us to read those words, is there any There are two clues." Shuo Meng took out a few pieces of white paper and copied the indecipherable words in the display cabinet. He followed the example and found that they were almost similar. "To tell you the truth, I suspect the one in the background of the copy. What the 'family' has contracted is not an ordinary 'insomnia' at all. There are actually many diseases that are transmitted through blood. You may have heard of it in reality..."

Chang Xu thought of some information, He lowered his eyes and said, "I do feel that the worldview of this dungeon is similar to a certain period of history in reality. European colonists landed on the American continent and brought a large number of unfamiliar germs with them. The aboriginal people fell ill one after another because they lacked the antibodies to resist the germs. The ethnic groups A large-scale plague began to break out in China."

Shuo Meng said with an unknown smile: "Did you know that the spread of germs is not one-way, and some diseases can even be transmitted from animals. On people."

Chang Xu felt something different and lowered his eyes without saying a word.

There is no intention to explain the dream.

He put away the paper with the aboriginal characters written on it and changed the topic: "Let's go to the cemetery first. Maybe we can see some ghosts transformed by the aboriginal people. I'd like to ask. What do these words mean?

“Alas, this copy is so weird. There is not even a ghost, not even a hint of death. We are asked to decipher the language and characters. Those who don’t know think it is an academic conference. ..."

Amidst the chattering of dreams, the two of them left the memorial hall one after another, and bumped into the cemetery lined with stone monuments to the east.

Just now. Standing still in the garden, I heard a strange singing sound coming from among the graves, as if dozens or hundreds of children were singing a nursery rhyme in unison

The sound was mixed with the "sizzling" sound of electricity, as if it was being relayed by a tape recorder, but the lyrics were clearly audible:

"Good children can only eat dirt if they don't want to eat,

The bad boy's body Overgrown with poisonous mushrooms

Gods grew among the rotten vegetables,

Yellow flowers bloomed on the bedside of the dead

After the day when the yellow butterfly flew,

everyone died and was buried in the soil.

The children's graves were barren of grass.

All this was the witch's curse. ”

……

In the archives room of Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, Yamakawa Nobuhiro’s body did not even leave any residue, so it was impossible to verify Zhang Yiyu’s statement. Jiang Junjue frowned as he looked at the charred bookcase and the ashes left by the fire.

The situation is very clear. Someone came to the archives room at night, and for unknown purposes, set a fire and burned all the materials.

That man is a lunatic and a lunatic. It is impossible to read so much information in one night, but he is burned out. He clearly doesn’t want everyone to feel better...

Jiang Junjue doesn’t move. He moved his eyes seductively and looked at Zhang Yiyu who was standing aside.

This girl claimed to have come out of the archives, but she didn't mention anything about the burning of the data. She was really suspicious, and there was a high probability that she had secrets...

Zhang Yiyu seemed unaware of his suspicion and raised her finger. Pointing to an iron box in the corner of the bookcase: "Will all the important information be placed there?"

That box was naturally left by Qiss. He was a rare "good person and good deed" and did not hide the key clues.

Jiang Junjue looked at the old iron box with suspicion.

Why would a madman who burned all the clues leave behind such an obvious and important clue?

He couldn't make up his mind for a moment, so he immediately ordered Zhang Yiyu: "Xiao Zhang, go and see what's inside."

Zhang Yiyu did not doubt that he was there, nodded obediently, stepped forward, opened the box, and opened the yellowed box inside. The paper was taken out.

Jiang Junjue waited for two seconds and saw that there was no danger, then took the paper and read it word by word.

This information undoubtedly completes the world view of the dungeon and puts the concept of "insomnia" nakedly in front of the players.

Everyone's insomnia last night was not accidental, but was affected by a terrible disease called "insomnia"...

The disease can also cause high fever, amnesia, hallucinations, and ultimately death...

The treatment method exists in the oral knowledge of the indigenous people, but the location of those materials is unknown...< br>
“How many people didn’t sleep last night? Are there any other symptoms besides insomnia?” Jiang Junjue looked around.

The players' faces were all ugly, and they were all talking about it.

“I seemed to have a cough. I thought it was because of the cold shower.”

"I saw a ghost. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid it's a hallucination..."

"I don't have any other symptoms, but I am really sleepy and can't sleep."

Jiang Junjue raised his hand to indicate The players were quiet and continued: "This is the time limit of this dungeon. We must complete the main mission before dying. Or find a way to cure the disease and extend the mission time limit."

"Cure The method is written in the aboriginal documents, which should be related to witchcraft. As for those documents, they are probably in the two sealed rooms. You should also find that the aboriginal characters cannot be read, so I am actually not sure. There is no hope for a cure."

A player asked urgently: "We can only find a way to kill Ms. Medina as soon as possible, right?"

"That's right." Jiang Junjue nodded, "This is the only feasible path at present. Regarding this point, I have three ideas."

"The first one is to find a way to infect 'insomnia' Give it to her and pray that she will die before us. With our modern resistance, we might be able to live a few more days than her."

"Second, since there is witchcraft in this copy. Gods are also mentioned in nursery rhymes, so let’s try to use witchcraft to summon the evil gods.”

“The third item, I feel, should be the real solution to this copy, but there is still a lot of information missing, and I don’t have it. Too many clues.”

The players hurriedly asked what the third idea was.

Jiang Junjue held his cigarette in his mouth, blew out the smoke slowly, and said weakly: "As you all know, there are at least two Ms. Medina in this copy, and the aboriginal witchcraft can travel through time and space. We can definitely Go to another space and find the weakest Ms. Medina to kill.”

Some players didn’t understand and asked: “How to go to other spaces?”

Jiang Junjue spread his hands: "I don't know, I already said there was a lack of information..."

He deliberately prolonged his voice and suddenly looked sideways at Zhang Yiyu: "Xiao Zhang, how many things do you think you have hidden from us?"

There was no warning for this attack. All the players were stunned for a moment, and then focused their attention on Zhang Yiyu, forming a faint pressure.

When a well-hidden secret is exposed in public, without the time to react or the opportunity to make up lies, people without professional training can easily get confused and leak more true information.

As expected, Zhang Yiyu immediately panicked and whispered: "I...I didn't. I didn't hide anything from you..."

Jiang Junjue stared into the girl's eyes: "If you confess, you will be lenient. Ah, I have a good relationship with your president, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship because of you.”

He said it calmly, but there was a hint of threat in his eyes. His meaning was very clear, either tell the truth or die.

In this situation, he deserves to die. No one will seek justice for a guy who conceals clues...

Zhang Yiyu's face turned pale again and again, and she silently asked Qisi for help through the soul contract in her mind.

Half a minute later, she lowered her head, gritted her teeth and uttered a sentence: "I...I am a witch."

"Witch?"

"It's my special identity , it was triggered the moment 47 entered the door, and the triggering condition was 'Looking at the evil god'. Yes, 47 is actually the evil god, I don't know why..." Zhang Yiyu was incoherent, talking about what came to mind like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.

“After seeing the mushrooms found by 47 last night, I triggered two side tasks. The one I had to do was to kill the philanthropist, but I didn’t kill anyone, and I didn’t know who the philanthropist was… ...He also wants to kill me and study the witchcraft in me. He and I can only live together...but I don't know witchcraft at all..."

"The other optional task is to complete the ritual and summon the evil god. The ritual seems to require collecting some materials, the ones mentioned in nursery rhymes..."

At first, Zhang Yiyu just copied the teachings taught to her by Qisi. As she spoke, she gradually began to feel the true feelings. She covered her face and started crying: "I didn't mean to hide it from you, but my mission of 'killing the philanthropist' is necessary." If you don't finish it, you will die. I really don't want to kill anyone, but I don't want to die either..."

Jiang Junjue looked at the girl who was shaking into a ball and silently dusted off the cigarette ashes.

He believed that Zhang Yiyu was not lying. After all, with this girl's IQ, it was impossible to make up such a complete set of lies in a short period of time.

Now, it finally makes sense logically. Because of her special status, Zhang Yiyu behaves strangely and hides a lot of things.

The two side tasks corresponding to her identity point to the foundation's world view and the plan to kill Ms. Medina respectively, serving as another clue puzzle to complete the chain of evidence for the reasoning.

By analogy, another part of the clue puzzle should be on the "philanthropist". Regarding the candidate of "philanthropist", Jiang Junjue is not without suspicion.

This identity must have been loaded before Zhang Yiyu, and before that most of the players stayed together, except Chen Lidong and Zhou Datong...

Jiang Junjue glanced sideways at the man standing in the crowd with a silly smile. Zhou Datong's eyes fell on the mirror in the latter's hand.

He already has all the information about this copy, and now it depends on how to dispatch other players...

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