Qi Jiajia took out a piece of paper from her arms and handed it over. It was crumpled and crumpled in an exercise book. Then it was spread out flat and a few words were written on it with a pencil.
"It's so scary. That dream was so scary. There was a clicking sound in that laboratory..."
The paper has been scribbled on, and the pencil marks are faint. Many words are invisible, and some that are visible cannot be understood.
"Thank you." Cheng Miao expressed his gratitude to Qin Musong. Qin Musong shrugged and watched Cheng Miao hand the note to Chen Yu and others who gathered over, saying nothing.
Qi Jiajia wiped the sweat on her forehead with her sleeve and returned the skipping rope to Cheng Miao. Cheng Miao took it and looked at it. There were still three times left. "Isn't it dangerous?"
Qi Jiajia shrugged, "It's useless."
Qi Jiajia and Qin Musong just arrived at the door of the classroom and saw the bloody corpse still stuck on the chair. The classroom was empty. The sound of classmates playing on the playground could be heard outside the window, but it sounded like it was coming from another world. There was a strange sense of fragmentation. .
Qin Musong unzipped his leather jacket and took out the gun stuck in his waist.
Qi Jiajia looked at Qin Musong's gun with shining eyes. Qin Musong looked back at the little girl and said, "Children can't play with guns."
Qi Jiajia's face darkened, and she stretched out her hand to push the person in front of her into the classroom. Who knows what taboos there were, so she treated herself like a child and died.
The moment he just stretched out his hand, he remembered that Cheng Miao hated killing innocent people indiscriminately, and his hand almost touched Qin Musong's clothes but stopped.
Qin Musong didn't realize that he was almost plotted by a little girl. Just as he was about to force his way in, Qi Jiajia slipped into the classroom from behind him.
Qin Musong's pupils shrank, and before he could stop him, he saw Qi Jiajia wandering slowly in the classroom, muttering, "It's better to come back and get the textbooks. We can't waste time, we must seize the time to study."
Qin Musong:?
Qi Jiajia was walking around the classroom while saying these words. Qin Musong outside the door did not relax at all, his eyes fixed on Qi Jiajia, like a leopard ready to attack.
After wandering around, Qi Jiajia finally found a pile of student homework on the desk of the monitor who showed everyone their seats at the beginning.
While muttering to herself and pretending to be looking for her homework, Qi Jiajia flipped through her notebook and found this note.
Before leaving, Qi Jiajia randomly picked out a book from the homework pile and took it with her. She had to do a complete play. Since the rule was to be a good student, Qi Jiajia didn't mind playing the role of a child who loves learning.
Seeing that Qi Jiajia had already reached the door and could escape immediately, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
The moment Qi Jiajia went out, the shaft on top of the classroom door seemed to be slowly loosened, and the entire door silently smashed towards Qi Jiajia.
"Get away!" Qin Musong shouted, grabbing Qi Jiajia with one hand.
Qi Jiajia reacted very quickly. Qin Musong held her left arm in his hand. She followed the force and turned around. In the next second, her right hand had already thrown the skipping rope towards the door.
The skipping rope fell to the ground with a bang. Qi Jiajia frowned and let Qin Musong pull her behind him.
When Qi Jiajia came behind him, Qin Musong had already raised his gun with his right hand and aimed at the classroom door. He fired three times with "pop, bang, bang", and the classroom door fell to the ground without any hindrance, making a loud noise.
The teacher who came over after hearing the sound was stunned by the half-fallen door. Qin Musong had already unknowingly put away his gun, and slipped downstairs with Qi Jiajia using a random excuse.
"Even if the door crashes down, the person won't die. At most he will be injured." Qi Jiajia turned her left arm. Qin Musong was so strong that she almost dislocated it.
Cheng Miao looked at the skipping rope again, then at the note passed back to him, and affirmed, "You did find the loophole, but you didn't find it all."
Qi Jiajia looked at Cheng Miao with rainy eyes. She was interested in two things, Cheng Miao and the game.
She obviously thought she had found the loophole, but she still hadn't figured out why the door fell down.
Cheng Miao motioned to Qi Jiajia to take out the book she took out of the drawer. The name on it was an unknown girl, not Qi Jiajia.
"We are just here to investigate the matter. Our names cannot be in the homework textbook. Your reason for taking someone else's notebook is not very tenable."
So the rules didn't want to kill Qi Jiajia, they just wanted to teach her a lesson, a bloody lesson.
"Then you didn't use the props?" Cheng Miao made sure that Qi Jiajia was fine, and then his attention returned to the props.
Qi Jiajia touched the hairpin on her head, "It doesn't work either. My hairpin can resist the damage of a ghost, but it doesn't work either."
Qin Musong, who had been silent until now, rarely said, "Indeed, my gun is also aimed at ghosts and is useless."
Cheng Miao glanced at the pistol with a smoky gray barrel hanging from Qin Musong's waist, feeling envious in his heart. Their prop is a pistol, and my own is a dagger made of hemp rope, which is too much.
"Does this really mean that ghosts are not killing people?" Chen Yu, who had been listening carefully, exclaimed. The little freckle standing next to him was indeed analyzing it very calmly.
"I thought this triggered the rules, so ghosts could kill people without restrictions. Now it seems that the rules directly kill people. Is this possible?"
Qin Musong pondered for a moment and nodded. His movements were full of male hormones. Although they were older, Chen Yu and Xiao Freckles still blushed.
Cheng Miao also liked it, but Cheng Miao didn't have the nerve to show it. He listened to Qin Musong's analysis with a cold face and a bubbling heart.
"It's possible, but it's rare. I've only encountered it once, but I don't think it's like it this time."
Qin Musong knelt down, picked up a branch, and sketched on the ground, "If you want to kill people directly according to the general rules, you need to find a copy of the rules. In this kind of copy, the connection between the rules and the copy will not be very close, and it will be difficult to find. It is necessary Use your life to try it again and again.”
Qin Musong looked at the death methods of Xiao Zhao and Brother Zhang that he had written on the ground, and looked up at Cheng Miao, "The name of this dungeon is Tan Tao's Campus Life, and the rules of the dungeon are very obvious. The rules can easily be linked to Tan Tao. I still don’t think it’s like just looking for a copy of the rules.”
Cheng Miao nodded thoughtfully, "So although the murderer is not a ghost, he has other intentions. We haven't found it yet."
Old Yu, who had been wistful on the sidelines, cheered up, "We now know that it is not ghosts who kill people, so we don't have to worry about attacks from innocent spirits, as long as we abide by the rules."
"It's not that simple." Although Chen Yu has ordinary facial features, he has a very youthful temperament and has a unique flavor in the campus background. "A lot of things are subconscious. For example, Brother Zhang must have encountered something and couldn't control himself to do that. "
Seeing everyone fell into silence again, Lin Zhu squeezed to Cheng Miao's side and said, "I made a discovery."
"The liberal arts class was Tan Tao's original class. He had good academic performance and was able to attend both arts and sciences. Then he went to the science class midway through. Since then, the two classes have fallen into a strange competitive relationship."
