Cheng Miao frowned, and Qin Musong ran out of the classroom with a long stride.
Cheng Miao and three others followed closely. The remaining players either had not yet reacted but subconsciously followed the large group, or they reacted slightly slowly but have now recovered and hurriedly followed the group.
The aunt was dead, in the phone booth in the corridor.
The school does not allow students to bring mobile phones to class, so each class is equipped with a phone booth in the corridor to allow parents to contact students.
get out of class had just ended, and everyone who had survived the day breathed a sigh of relief. This was the time when the nerves were most relaxed.
No one died today, which is good news. Even a stubborn person can't stand the constant news of the death of his companions.
At this time, a classmate came in and said that he received a call from his aunt.
Players who are not students receive a call, which is a very strange thing.
"She didn't dare to pick it up, but we were worried that it was a clue, so we did her job." The old man was a little scared, and the veins on his too thin neck were bulging.
"In the end, I agreed to accompany her to listen to the phone call. Because I didn't know whether entering the phone booth together would be eavesdropping on other people's privacy, I waited for her outside."
Qiao Jin shrugged. There was blood spattered on her floral skirt, but it did not affect her fairy spirit. Instead, it added a kind of weak beauty to her.
"As soon as she answered the phone, something went wrong. Her face turned deathly pale, and she opened her mouth to say something to me but no sound came out." Qiao Jin looked at the bloody corpse in the phone booth not far away. He wrinkled his delicate eyebrows slightly.
"Then Qiao Qiao opened the door, but it was too late. The aunt hit her head on the glass like crazy and died soon after." Qian Ming guarded Qiao Jin like a loyal big dog as usual, and downplayed the aunt's death. .
"So no one heard what she wanted to say?" Xiao Freckles followed Cheng Miao and wanted to speak but was inexplicably afraid of Qian Ming, so he lowered his voice.
"I heard it," Qiao Jin straightened her braids. She didn't dare to take a shower in the dormitory and her hair was a little oily, so she tied it up. "I heard what she said when I opened the door. She said, she heard it. Her own voice, it’s herself that calls her.”
Everyone felt a chill. It was summer in the dungeon, but no one felt hot. Instead, they felt as if they were in a cold storage.
It is not difficult to imagine how frightened the aunt would be when she answered the phone and heard her own voice.
As a newcomer, she didn't have the steadiness of Little Freckles, so the string in her head was probably on the verge of breaking. She went crazy after answering the phone and knocked herself to death.
"What taboo did she violate before?" Cheng Miao's focus was very clear. Each method of death in this copy was weirder than the last. But the method of death is not the point, it is just a clue that leads players to discover the rules of the dungeon.
"It's nothing. I sit close to her and she is very serious in class." Qiao Jin shook her head. She was also curious as to why her aunt violated the rules inexplicably.
"Also, you liberal arts students should think about it again." Cheng Miao encouraged.
"Just sitting in her seat and chattering, the classmates next to her stopped talking to her and she was still complaining." Qiao Jin's frown never relaxed, her appearance was endearing.
"What is she talking about?" Cheng Miao had a vague feeling that he was close to the truth.
"It's not just those words. I don't respect the old and care for the young. There was a student who was in a hurry to play ball after class and knocked off her book. She was a little anxious and what she said didn't sound good."
"What words?"
"..." Qiao Jin thought for a while, then imitated her aunt who always likes to talk, "This kid is rushing to be reincarnated. If he doesn't have a mother to teach him, he will die like this."
"Even if someone touches her book, there's no need to say such harsh words." Although death is a big deal, Chen Yu still frowned angrily.
"She was too careful, and she was used to taking advantage of her words. She subconsciously didn't realize that there were fewer words and fewer mistakes in the copy." The old man concluded in one sentence.
"If she died because of this, then I may know why." Cheng Miao's eyes searched the crowd. Qin Musong was running the fastest just now, but at this time he did not join the crowd.
The curiosity in everyone's hearts was like a cat's claws, but they could only follow Cheng Miao downstairs.
Qin Musong stood under the sycamore tree downstairs, carrying a boy beside him like a little chicken. It was Cheng Miao's deskmate, Ma Yuan.
Cheng Miao walked up quickly, and Ma Yuan looked like he was about to cry, "You... what are you going to do?"
Qin Musong had superior martial arts and good skills. He asked Ma Yuan a question as an excuse. Ma Yuan felt guilty and wanted to run away, but Qin Musong half-pushed and half-tugged him to get him here.
"Don't be nervous. Last time I asked about the relationship between the dean and Tan Tao, you avoided me. Do you have any worries?" Cheng Miao looked at Ma Yuan. The big boy was covered in sweat, and his eyes were filled with tears. The guilt and panic were about to overflow.
Ma Yuan was surrounded by everyone and couldn't escape even if he wanted to. No one took action. They even spoke very measuredly and never violated the taboo.
"The dean is Tan Tao's mother, right?" Cheng Miao wanted to test, but her tone was affirmative.
Ma Yuan's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief, "You, you, you...how did you know!"
Cheng Miao stretched out his hand to hold down Ma Yuan, who was about to jump up. He softened his voice and said comfortingly, "You also know that we were invited by the dean to help. If you want to end things in the school as soon as possible, then you must tell everything you know." tell us."
Ma Yuan struggled for a moment, his features wrinkled, and finally he sighed heavily and compromised.
"Tan Tao once told me that the dean of students was his mother, but his mother concentrated on her work and had to take care of all the students, so she didn't have much time to care about him. Tan Tao studied hard and was strict with himself, hoping that one day the director would see he."
"Tan Tao's illness is real. He is not in good health and is getting worse..." Ma Yuan's eyes turned red. He wiped his eyes and suppressed the sobs in his throat. "These strange things happened after he died."
Cheng Miao didn't have time to comfort this student who was still immersed in the sadness of his friend's death. What was more important was that they had to leave the dungeon, "Do you know where the dean is?"
Ma Yuan raised his head, with tears still on his face, "She left school, I saw it with my own eyes."
Maybe it was the desperation emanating from the people surrounding him that frightened Ma Yuan, so he hurriedly added, "Tomorrow is Tan Tao's May 7th. I used to see the director come back every time after the 7th, and I smelled it when I passed by her office. The smell of burning paper.”
"Five-seven?" Qi Jiajia squeezed half of her head out from behind Cheng Miao and looked up at Cheng Miao.
"In the past, people would count seven when they died, in order to help the deceased to die." Cheng Miao explained lightly, which meant that Tan Tao was really dead, and the dean hoped that he would be reincarnated as soon as possible.
Cheng Miao thought of the first hint: the moon in the mirror, the flowers in the water.
She couldn't help but secretly sigh in her heart. This copy was indeed not a supernatural copy of a ghost killing people.
