Chapter 187 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (32) "She also needs medicine"
In the cafeteria of Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, the eight remaining players sat silently around the dining table.
Dark green moss has covered the entire school, fern leaves cover the narrow windows, and the cracks in the walls are filled with blue-white mushrooms, which tirelessly exude a putrid smell.
Everything is growing vigorously, except humans.
At noon on June 3, Ms. Medina announced in a sad tone that because everyone in the school was infected with insomnia, Mr. Tolson sealed off the entire school in order to curb the spread of the epidemic.
People in the school cannot leave, and supplies from outside will no longer be brought in. Everyone can only be trapped in the silent cement house, fending for themselves.
Compared with the timeline of archive records, the timeline of the dungeon has sped up a lot of processes, directly making the issue of the most basic survival materials become the biggest crisis faced by players.
Although many players have prepared dry food, it is simply impossible to survive the next five days comfortably.
Calculating all the dry food in the player group together, almost everyone can only eat half full at each meal to survive until the last day; and this is without counting the losses caused by actions. Next, if players need to explore or fight, the consumption will only be greater.
The canteen at noon only served some rotten vegetables, the last remnants that Ms. Medina got from the nooks and crannies.
The players ate their last lunch in misery, and then began an afternoon of vomiting and diarrhea.
In the evening, the cafeteria stops serving dinner.
Some players who brought food carefully calculated their food intake and consumed just enough dry food to relieve hunger; some players who did not bring food and had no connections could only explore the maple forest, hoping to follow the rules of the wilderness. A survival dungeon routine to find food.
There is nothing edible in the maple forest, except for the poisonous mushrooms visible to the naked eye and the pine cones covered with smelly spores. The players were in vain, staring at the people with food with palpable malice.
Under normal circumstances, they would have been fighting for resources. But they couldn't bear it. There had just been a melee in the morning, and everyone was seriously injured. They didn't dare to cause new casualties.
At this moment, there are Jiang Junjue and three people on the scene. Although the order of public order and good customs is broken, it can still be barely maintained.
Everyone finished the dinner unhappily, with no thought of moving, and they were all piled up on the table.
Under the state of hunger, the condition of insomnia worsened. Half of the players developed a high fever, their bodies were as hot as burning coals, they could not help but shiver when the wind blew, and they would stop to rest after taking a few steps.
The other half of the players also had a hard time. Large areas of soil covered their bodies, giving them the texture of clay figures. All kinds of messy patterns flew by in front of their eyes, and the boundaries between reality and fiction were blurred.
Extremely tired and weak, they still couldn't sleep and began to wake up and dream. In this waking dream, their hallucinations are connected and visible to everyone.
The not-so-large canteen was overcrowded for a while. White-haired old people, cute children, beautiful women, and countless phantoms came and went, making it gradually difficult to distinguish real people from fake ones.
No one knows the ownership of these illusions except the players themselves, so the vines of thinking materialize into blue or green branches, entangling the owner of the illusion with the illusion, just like the connecting link in a children's game look.
Some people saw a small male player leading a plump and charming beauty. A male player wearing earrings was actually led by the phantom of a muscular man. They were amazed and worried at the same time. When it comes to my own privacy, I feel helpless that the less I want to think about something, the more things will come out uncontrollably.
So the players quickly reached a consensus and closed their eyes, not to look at other people's hallucinations.
At eight o'clock in the evening, players had to follow the rules and enter the bathroom to take a cold shower.
During the bathing process, the three players with the largest areas of soil on their bodies suddenly called out "itching" and scratched their backs and various locations crazily.
A large amount of mud washed away from their scratching places, and they became visibly weakened, as if what was being washed away was their souls.
Having learned from the experience of the unlucky guy on the first day, they immediately realized what they were about to encounter. They dug uncontrollably all over their bodies, screamed in fear, and looked at Jiang Junjue for help.
A cry for help and a cry for help came and went, filling the entire bathroom, and the echoes lingered for a long time, like the repetition of a devil's prank.
Jiang Junjue quickly turned off the showers of these three people, pushed them to the dry ground, and asked them to dry the water stains on their bodies with towels.
They followed the instructions one by one, but it didn't help. Instead, the itching became more and more painful, and after reaching a certain point, it turned into pain.
They screamed in pain, rolling on the ground in pain, and turned into soil piece by piece from the edge, scattered on the ground.
No one knew how to save them. The players had water drops on their bodies and stood helplessly in a circle, watching the death of their companions.
A person's sadness is limited. When you have seen enough deaths, or you are unfortunate enough, it will be difficult to express enough sadness for the death of others.
Players may feel that something has harmed their kind, but more of them feel lucky to survive the disaster. A few people even secretly rejoiced: This time the soil was not eaten by ghosts. Save It's so complete that the living person has three ingredients for dispensing medicine in an instant...
Chen Lidong tested the potion on himself as early as the beginning. Players all know that the cruel formula is effective. What is missing now is sufficient materials-or, in other words, dead people.
At night, the players returned to their respective dormitories and lay down on their beds to rest.
The hallucination is more serious than the night before. Among the ghosts of the original aboriginal children, there are also the souls of dead players.
The dead no longer lie quietly on the bed, but begin to walk towards the player. Some even stretch out their pale paws to touch the player's face, with nostalgia and nostalgia for the living in their eyes. Jealousy.
Jiang Junjue saw Sun Lin.
The roommate who died on the first night, with blood and tears in his eyes and covered with yellow flowers and butterflies on his back, sat down by his bed and strangled his neck.
It was clearly in the dim light, but Jiang Junjue could see clearly. He could even see the wriggling caterpillars hatched from the eggs on the yellow flowers growing out of the flesh of the corpse.
The blood and tears of the dead fell on his neck drop by drop, feeling cold and itchy. His tongueless mouth opened and closed, as if questioning why he refused to save him.
Jiang Junjue did not answer. He pulled out the evil-proofing sword from the toolbar with his backhand and stabbed Sun Lin in the face. However, the stab missed the target.
The dead were quietly scattered into yellow flowers on the ground, and the broken powder was submerged into the ground and disappeared.
Two seconds later, the same ghost condensed at the door, staring sadly and angrily at the only human in the room.
Jiang Junjue choked violently due to fever and suffocation, but still struggled to sit up and held the long sword in front of him.
The blood drops on his neck slipped down and soaked the sheets. He lowered his head and saw only a red flower blooming from the blood drop on the sheet, blinking like an eye.
Jiang Junjue was not sure whether this scene was an illusion or reality. He couldn't sleep anyway, so he simply sat with his sword in his arms all night until Ms. Medina stepped on her high heels and checked with a flashlight. Go to bed and lie down.
Other players also encountered a similar situation to a greater or lesser extent. When they appeared in the cafeteria on the morning of June 4th, they all had thick dark circles under their eyes and were in low spirits.
After counting, four players died at the hands of ghosts because they violated the rules in fear, and poisonous mushrooms grew on their bodies. Two other players were seriously injured in the fight on the morning of June 3 and died of blood loss. Yellow flowers bloomed on their bodies and the bodies of yellow butterflies scattered on them.
The ingredients for dispensing the medicine were gathered together at once.
In the face of survival, no one is hypocritical anymore. The players shouted the slogan "Don't waste the sacrifice of your companions", took the materials from the dead body, mixed them according to the proportion, and sent them to the kitchen for cooking.
After the Hong Maple Leaf Boarding School was sealed off, Ms. Medina followed her lead and adopted a free-ranging attitude towards the students. This undoubtedly facilitates players' actions.
At twelve o'clock at noon, all the potions were brewed. The cement-colored ichor rolled in the iron pot, as if it were cooking an evil god covered in blisters from the Greek mythology.
As the level was about to be cleared, the players ignored the pickiness and swarmed up to grab the edge of the pot, swallowing the thick paste inside.
Chen Lidong looked anxiously at the countdown on the system interface. There were 32 minutes left, which was the deadline for the task assigned to him by Ms. Medina.
As long as he can leave the instance before the countdown ends, he still has a chance...
He must live, and he must save his wife...
[Task time: 30 minutes]
The players all drank their share of the potion, and the traces of soil on their bodies faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye. The sleepiness accumulated over the past few days was welling up in their heads. Everyone's eyelids were twitching, and a few even fell asleep while standing.
Chen Lidong stared at the system interface. The prompt that the main mission was completed had not yet arrived. The countdown in the mission time column was still changing. There was no doubt that the copy was still in progress.
What went wrong?
[Main mission: Configure enough potion to cure everyone's "insomnia"]
Everyone...
The thought touched a certain blind spot, and Chen Lidong felt as if electric current was passing through his body: "Yes, how could I forget? Ms. Medina also suffers from insomnia and needs medicine..."< br>
All the materials have been used up. If you want to prepare another potion, you must kill at least three people.
Chen Lidong looked at the nearby players who had relaxed their vigilance and staggered to sleep, with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes.
……
Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall, Canteen.
The tour guide's body rested on the ground. In just a few seconds, it scattered into a pile of black and red blocks of color like falling flowers, splashing on the floor.
The color blocks begin to fade and break into smaller pieces at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the moment when the color of the place completely disappeared, the sound of "tap-tat-tat" footsteps suddenly sounded from outside the door and reached the door in a few seconds.
The female tour guide wearing a black gauze dress walked into the cafeteria with a smile. From appearance to expression, she was the same as the one Chang Xu had just killed.
She held up a small red flag, as if she had no memory of what the players had done, and said in an enthusiastic tone: "Passengers, these meals are all made according to the recipes of the boarding schools in the past. I hope You can experience the life of Aboriginal children immersively..."
Chang Xu watched his destiny poker slit the tour guide's throat with his own eyes, and his fingers could even feel the hot remaining blood. Then he watched the disappearance of the corpse and the resurrection of the dead at close range.
He reflexively condensed the cards between his fingers and was about to give them to the tour guide again, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Qiss shaking his head slightly.
Although he didn't know the reason, he still collected the cards and waited silently for the development of the situation.
Whoever is responsible for the task will quietly watch your performance.
The tour guide may not have sensed the strangeness of the atmosphere, or perhaps he sensed it but didn't care. His smiling tone did not change: "I will be off work soon, and I'm afraid you will have to spend the night in the memorial hall by yourself. Let me tell you in advance what to pay attention to at night.”
"There is no bathroom in the memorial hall. If you want to wash up, you can come to the cafeteria to get water. Our wash basin has unlimited water supply 24 hours a day."
"If there is a special situation, you can come to me in the maple forest. I live very close to the memorial hall. I can detect any movement in time and come as soon as possible."
She paused and gave a stylized smile: "That's all, travelers, I wish you all the best. Have a pleasant night.”
The tour guide turned and walked out of the cafeteria, the figure in black drifting away like a shadow in the dark night.
Chang Xu looked at Qisi.
The black-haired young man remained silent, only staring silently in the direction of the door.
Until the tour guide completely disappeared from the edge of his field of vision, he said feebly: "If my guess is correct, in order to complete the main mission, we, the players with the mission, must do it ourselves. Others Killing Ms. Medina will only cause her to refresh repeatedly."
He said, making a joke: "Well, it's a bit exclusive to a certain extent."
Too bad no one laughed.
Chang Xu said "Oh", and his straight back relaxed, as if he had withdrawn his attack preparation posture.
Shuimeng glanced at Qisi, who looked gloomy, and couldn't help but ask: "Friend, can you do it in this state? I feel like you are like this now, it's hard to kill a chicken..."
Qisi Silent.
Just now, he thought of a question.
Killing the tour guide is not a problem from the perspective of word games, but looking at the background and world view of the entire dungeon, the disaster has already occurred, the culprit has passed away, and the lives and deaths of future generations are meaningless.
In real history, Ms. Medina died in a fire that swept through Red Maple Leaf Boarding School; the fire may have been set by Tolson, or it may have been set by a bad boy.
So, in the time and space formed by the projection of past history, what method should the players as "students" take to kill Ms. Medina as the "teacher"?
There is no advantage in a head-on confrontation, so just set fire or summon the evil god?
Qisi's thoughts extended endlessly, touching on Zhang Yiyu's side mission. He felt something in his heart and laughed out loud with joy.
Shuimeng was startled and asked quickly: "Friend, what happened? I'm a coward, so don't scare me..."
Qisi pursed his lips. He pressed his smile to the corners of his lips and raised his voice: "I'm thinking who will dig Chang Xu out after he is buried in the coffin tonight."
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