Chapter 1203 Low-Level Game
The smell of dilapidation and decay was everywhere, and as he walked deeper and deeper, the air that was so dry that it made his skin tight made him even more uncomfortable.
With his vision squeezed to a minimum, Fang Shenyan could only see a little blurry shadow.
He seemed to be in a school corridor late at night, with hard floor tiles under his feet, and his arms seemed to have been rubbed by something.
A broken sound came from a pot of dead flowers.
What is more intense than the rotten smell is the extremely dry air, as if it has been burned by an invisible underworld fire, making the environment no longer livable.
"Dong...dong..."
In the distance, there was a strange and unclear knocking sound.
It doesn’t feel like a school bell is ringing, but it has a sense of purification and silence like banging wooden fish in a temple.
It's just that it appeared in a place where it shouldn't have appeared, and what it brought could not be purification, but only the weirdness caused by the violation.
Fang Shenyan has been observing since he handed over the 10 gold coins and walked into the entrance of the horror house.
The vision compression was too severe, so he used his sense of smell and hearing, but the environment here was more complicated than he expected.
The weirdest thing is that although he was the first to enter the house of horror, Chang Sheng, Li Guanqi and others followed him.
Since half a minute ago, the messy footsteps behind him have become increasingly rare. Until now, he can only hear one footsteps, and that's his own.
Walking alone in the dark corridor where he couldn't see anything, he didn't feel afraid, but he also paid more attention than ever before.
His extremely rich mission experience and five senses beyond ordinary people allowed him to accurately capture the unusualness of this horror house project.
Without the blessing of the white-faced ghost mask, he is just an ordinary person.
Under such a premise, Fang Shenyan does not have any room for error, and all he can do is tread on thin ice.
At this moment, a hand suddenly appeared without warning, blindfolded him, and then dragged him violently.
Multiple thoughts flashed through Fang Shenyan's mind in an instant, and given his ability, he did not expect the appearance of this hand at all.
This means that the person coming is most likely a ghost.
However, when he was dragged, he made another contradictory discovery.
The force of this drag was not as strong as expected. It was just a little stronger. As long as he struggled hard, he could break free.
However, Fang Shenyan did not choose to struggle because he realized that the hand was reaching from the left side and dragging it further to the left.
In the blurry vision in the early stage, he could recognize that he was in the corridor of a teaching building. On the right was a window sill with flower pots, and on the left were closed classroom doors.
Fang Shenyan didn't know who the "person" was who dragged him, but he could tell through this action that this "person" had no ill intentions.
"Sa! Sa! Sa!"
Just when he was about to disappear into the classroom, a series of strange footsteps suddenly came from not far away.
The footsteps were definitely not those of a living person, they were extremely dull and heavy, as if every time they landed they would cause severe squeezing of the floor, but this was just a specific description of the feeling of oppression.
The footsteps outside definitely belong to ghosts, not just one, but at least a pair.
Moreover, based on Fang Shenyan's experience, he could clearly detect that just hearing the footsteps and being at a short distance made his whole bones feel a little weak.
This is a physiological characteristic of extreme terror.
Fang Shenyan had almost forgotten this feeling. He had never been afraid of anything, even people and ghosts, but this time he suddenly felt such a strong fear after hearing footsteps for no reason.
But even so, he still maintained absolute restraint and purity of thought.
Before he was about to completely enter the unknown classroom, he pressed his right thumb firmly into the wooden thorn on the door frame, and pressed hard to pierce the pad of his finger.
A trace of blood has remained on the door frame of this classroom ever since.
Silence...
The long silence made your heart beat faster.
Fang Shenyan was pushed onto the cold floor tiles, and her head seemed to hit something hard, causing bursts of pain.
But at the same time, the person holding his arm with one hand raised his other hand and pressed it on his heart.
He frowned, gave up struggling, and let the hand tightly cover his heart.
Outside the classroom, the sound of heavy footsteps seemed to fall on his heart every time, making it beat abnormally.
At a certain moment, that inexplicable sense of oppression and panic fell on the top clerks who were also in the first echelon of the top ten branches. Fang Shenyan even had an unrealistic association——
Those footsteps outside were like those from the ferocious ghosts in hell. Instead, he became a wandering ghost. Once he bumped into it, he was doomed to be in a natural panic.
When Fang Shenyan silently counted "4 minutes and 14 seconds" in his mind, the footsteps outside the corridor suddenly stopped and everything became calm again.
Including those fears and the physiological abnormalities caused by it, all disappeared in an instant.
The light source seemed to have arrived at this moment, giving a rare moment of peace.
Fang Shenyan used the gray moonlight coming through the classroom window to determine that the scene in the horror house was dark night.
At the same time, he finally captured what the "person" who pulled him in looked like.
This is a young man dressed in casual clothes. He looks young, about 18 years old.
His handsome appearance looked harmless, but whether it was fear or something else, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Through the young man's detailed expression, Fang Shenyan could see that the other person's attention was always outside the classroom, and that fear was far greater than his own.
Before the young man could speak, he took the opportunity to look at his current location.
This is a very ordinary and clean classroom.
There are obviously traces of manual cleaning here. The blackboard looks clean at first glance, but if you examine it carefully, you will see that there are scratches from rags and chalk dust in some places.
Including the bucket behind the door, after cleaning, the mop was not wrung out, and the bucket was filled with sewage.
Obviously, today's on-duty student was not so "observant of the rules" and left in a hurry after cleaning everything.
The chairs are neatly placed on top of the desks, which facilitates cleaning. There is no clutter in the entire teacher's aisle, and all students' belongings are stored in the desks.
This is an ordinary classroom.
At this time, the young man finally spoke.
"Oh, luckily you didn't struggle too hard, otherwise you would have been hit by them."
Fang Shenyan looked at the young man wiping away his sweat, stood up from the ground, and asked in a low voice:
"Who are they?"
The young man came to the door with lingering fear. The glass on the door was facing out and he replied vigilantly:
"I don't know who they are, but I only know that as soon as they appear, my legs become weak. I just want to run away and don't dare to take a peek at them."
A very reasonable and vulgar plot.
Fang Shenyan had heard about it in many low-level tasks, so he didn't hesitate any more and asked:
"Who are you?"
The young man turned back to look at him who was calm and leisurely, and said with a wry smile:
"My name is Gao Zhihua, and I am a student of this school. I am the only student now..."
Fang Shenyan narrowed his eyes slightly, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and asked in a rather mysterious tone:
"You mean, there are no other students here except you?"
"Not only the students, but everyone was gone. Overnight, I was the only one left in the whole school.
Since yesterday, I have been wanting to escape, but for some reason, every time I jump out of the wall, I end up back in Class 1, Grade 3 in Building A. ”
Gao Zhihua added angrily:
"Class 1, Grade 3, is my class."
Fang Shenyan walked around the entire classroom, touched the desk with his hand and found that there was no dust, and asked casually:
"Were they all killed by that thing outside?"
Gao Zhihua took down the chair on the next desk, sat down on it, shook his head and said:
"I told you that I haven't dared to look at it. How could I know what's going on with other people?"
This student is not quite right.
Fang Shenyan could feel that there were big loopholes in Gao Zhihua's words, and his appearance was also very abrupt, as if he was suddenly placed here.
Since he is a clue character, it stands to reason that he should have his own logic.
"They are gone, why are you still here?"
The aggressive Fang Shenyan only asked three questions, but Gao Zhihua suddenly spread his hands and said something that seemed a bit ridiculous on the surface.
"Brother, have you never played in a haunted house?
I am the NPC who takes you into the plot. If I am not here, how can I advance you to the next step? ”