At noon the next day, the three people met at the front desk of the guest house on time. Cheng Miao originally wanted to put the remaining instant noodles into the space backpack, but Yingge stopped him.
"Food and water cannot be brought into the dungeon. If it is a dungeon that cannot provide food and water, you cannot eat it. If it is a dungeon where you don't have to worry about food and drink, you must eat the food in the dungeon."
Cheng Miao piled the remaining three buckets of instant noodles at the front desk and told himself to come back. Lin Zhu had already registered and gave Cheng Miao the duplicate pass with the names of the three on it.
"Come back alive, otherwise I won't have anyone to talk to." The parrot yawned, grabbing the handle of the glass door with his thin paws and watching the three of them leave.
Cheng Miao and others walked along the dirt road into the mountains. Gradually, they couldn't see the guest house clearly when they turned back, and then they felt that the air around them became thicker, as if they were walking in water.
The vision was getting darker and darker, and when it lit up again, the pass in Cheng Miao's hand was gone, and they were standing in front of a school gate.
"The guesthouse is just different. Tongpu will make me dizzy every time the copy is transferred." Qi Jiajia muttered, and Lin Zhu echoed in a low voice.
Cheng Miao and the others were the first to arrive, and the iron gate was tightly closed, probably because the people were not there yet.
After waiting for a while, many people came one after another. Cheng Miao counted and found that there were many people this time, 18.
Newcomers are easy to identify. They look panicked, suspicious, and some even break down and cry.
Cheng Miao estimates that not every Tongpu front desk will explain it carefully, and some players may be thrown directly into the dungeon.
The man who came out to comfort the newcomers and explain the situation was a man in his thirties or forties. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with a standard and strong build. His words and deeds were likely to have been a soldier. His eyes were like those of ordinary people. He had experienced blood and death and was still alive. Flashing perseverance.
The middle-aged man's name was Qin Musong. He explained the current situation concisely and clearly, without wasting any more time on the newcomer who was still unacceptable.
Cheng Miao raised her eyebrows. It was rare to be humane but not sympathetic.
There were newcomers and veteran players who had formed a team, and they were all too noisy to introduce themselves.
"Ding~ Players are welcome to join the dungeon [Tan Tao's School Life]. Players are asked to survive in the dungeon for four days and clear the dungeon."
"Tips: 1. The moon in the mirror, the flowers in the water; 2. When the fake is the real, the real is also fake."
A bustling sound appeared, causing a small woman to scream softly.
The sounds of students talking, laughing, playing, and complaining about not doing well in the exam made many players feel more relaxed.
Cheng Miao didn't look much better, "Generally, there will be supernatural events in this kind of dungeon, so be careful."
Qi Jiajia played with her fingers around the ends of her hair, "Violence and magic games are generally the subject matter."
Lin Zhu, who only knows how to study: I have learned a lot.
A middle-aged woman dressed as a professor and director came out. When she saw Qin Musong standing at the front of the crowd, she raised a somewhat bitter smile and said, "You are here, follow me in first."
Qin Musong strode forward, and Cheng Miao led the two of them to follow. Seeing that a few people had gone in without any incident, the others followed after them.
The dean opened a classroom for them, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect so many of you to come. The prepared rooms are not enough, so I have to trouble you to stay in the dormitory."
No one dared to object. The players who were still whispering to each other before now had no one to speak.
Qin Musong was just about to tell the plot of the dungeon when he heard a cold voice, "Director, you're welcome, just make arrangements. But we also want to get back to work as soon as possible. If you have any orders, just tell us."
Qin Musong glanced sideways at the girl who was speaking. She was neatly dressed and her fair skin made her already good facial features even better, especially her pair of brown eyes, which looked like they were filled with light and moistened with ice.
The director looked at Cheng Miao with a grimace and shook his head, "I invited you here because I had no other choice. More than ten students have died. The principal didn't want to make the matter bigger, so he communicated with the police station. Please ask everyone first. Let’s check it out.”
Lin Zhu saw Cheng Miao lowering his eyes and touching his nose, "Don't you have any clue?"
The director took out a pile of student information from his bag and handed it to Cheng Miao, "This is relevant information. You said they died of natural causes, but who would encounter such a bizarre thing, and so many people have died in just one month. "
Cheng Miao glanced through it hurriedly. A compass was inserted into his temple, his head was crushed by a shot put, and he drowned in the sink...
She handed the information to Qi Jiajia. The little girl took out her mobile phone and took photos of the information one by one. Several old players looked at Cheng Miao.
This combination is very strange, a small girl with an older child and a younger child. Strangely, the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.
Qi Jiajia crossed the phone, made sure the photo was clear, and then uploaded the data. Qin Musong glanced at the little girl twice and lowered his wolf-like sharp eyebrows.
"Director, did any students in the school die in vain before these things happened?" Cheng Miao knocked on the desk and carefully observed her expression.
"A wasted death?" A trace of confusion flashed across the director's face, "No, our school had always been good before these things happened."
"Violence? Are you trying to kill yourself by reading too many ghost stories?" Lin Zhu remembered his initial suspicion and stuck his head in to interject.
The director became serious, and his eyes with obvious lines were a bit old-fashioned under black-rimmed glasses. "Comrade, I don't know why you have such an idea, but there has never been any bullying incident among the students in our school. And there has never been any bullying incident among the students in our school." We have strict control and nothing like that has ever happened.”
Lin Zhu was still a student, and he panicked when the dean glared at him. Cheng Miao seemed to sense it and looked back at Lin Zhu.
Lin Zhu felt calmer after being looked at by Cheng Miao with cold eyes. He apologized sarcastically, and Qi Jiajia said in a low voice, "Coward, I'm afraid of this."
Lin Zhu was a little embarrassed himself and didn't think what Qi Jiajia said was wrong. He scratched his hair and smiled happily.
Qi Jiajia's face darkened instead, and she turned her head away from him.
Later, players also asked questions one after another, but either they didn't get the idea or they couldn't say it. The NPC made decisions about him.
Cheng Miao watched the teaching director stand up and quickly asked the last question, "Director, is it true that no students in the school have died recently?"
"What, didn't she ask this question from the beginning?"
"That's right, another opportunity is wasted."...
Cheng Miao ignored the newcomers whispering behind him. Only a few experienced players realized that the two problems were slightly different and not the same.
"Oh..." The teaching director turned around, adjusted his glasses, and slowly turned around, his eyes a little dull, "There was a good boy who fell ill and died."
