I am a god in script killing

Chapter 292 March Rabbit Town (14)

But when Bo Jun wanted to see the picture outside the door, the thick fog concealed all the features that might reveal the information of the characters.

Bo Jun didn't see the obvious feature of rabbit ears.

Is the rabbit thief an apron rabbit?Or is the rabbit thief the apron rabbit who is the master?
One, during the day when Old Lu angered the apron rabbit, Bo Jun saw the change of the apron rabbit, and also heard the voice of the apron rabbit after it changed.

Second, when the monster knocked on the door of Lao Lu's room, he claimed to be "Master", although it was like the big bad wolf lied to be the rabbit mother.But when it knocked on the door of Bo Jun's room, it didn't want to sing the lyrics about "Master", and it didn't want to claim to be the master, so the false assumption couldn't stand.

As expected, both the thief and the owner are apron rabbits, which is the difference between normal rabbits and "March rabbits".

Bo Jun frowned: pets are not qualified to harm their owners, even in the real world they are still practical.

And judging by the situation, it was impossible for her to beat the March Hare.

Even if her strength beats her master, that master can turn into a rabbit thief and kill her in seconds.

The task given by the game is to clear the story of the dungeon and survive successfully.

There are two ways to clear this mission:

The first type is to hang on.However, the duration of the game is unknown, and the longer the delay, the greater the risk.And it doesn't have to be multiplayer clearance, not to mention there is a time bomb around.

The second type, head iron.High-risk, high-yield, high-efficiency, but the specific method is a bit difficult to implement.

Bo Jun preferred the latter.

And has already started to work.

There was no sound outside, so Bo Jun turned on the small desk lamp in the room, and gave the hand holding the bedside schoolbag a shake.

——Make the player's human skin into a schoolbag, his fingers into a bone whistle zipper, and his flesh and blood into teaching materials.

The leather of the schoolbag felt delicate and smooth in the hand, while Bo Jun's fingers were cold, and even felt warm when he touched it for the first time.

Su Xiao once asked her if there was any problem in panic. At that time, she wanted to say human skin and bones, but in the end she just said no problem.

Bo Jun pursed his lips, the good mood he just got from the monster was gone, he opened his schoolbag and took out the spinach alarm clock:

When she came, she found the alarm clock very strange because it lacked hour and minute hands.

Only the minute and alarm hands.

Walking in a circle is day and night, and the day is three ten minutes, so the night should also be three ten minutes.

Originally, when the rabbit said not to be late in the morning, Bo Jun was still thinking about whether it was 5 minutes to go to school or just to get on the school bus.

So after getting on the school bus, Bo Jun carefully observed the alarm clock - the hands of the alarm clock are still, and the time on the school bus does not move.

If the meaning of the school bus is to make "get on the school bus" and "go to school" the same meaning, then what is the meaning of the alarm clock?

And the most important thing is that Bo Jun didn't hear the alarm clock ringing at the school gate.When it was time to ring the bell, the alarm clock only shook the spinach leaves symbolically.

Like the dumb spinach in the stroke, you can't buff Popeye after eating it.

The minute hand pointed to twelve, and Bao Jun got up and opened the door: the fog had dissipated visible to the naked eye, the street lights flickered a few times and stopped shining, half an hour just passed——

Its daybreak.

Bo Jun picked up his schoolbag and opened the door.The door of the opposite room was incomplete, and the traces of the March rabbit angrily beating on the door of Little Carrot last night were still there.

It is estimated that the strength can instantly open a ladle, lift the skull and take away the walnut kernels.

Moving his gaze downward, the blood stains and unknown pieces of flesh spreading on the cobblestone path stung his eyes.

Bo Jun lowered his eyes, and the fingers that were pulling the strap of the schoolbag involuntarily tightened, and when the fingertips were relaxed, his eyes returned to indifference.

Walking towards the crossroads, the school bus approached with a strange singing, more joyful and joyful than yesterday.

(End of this chapter)