Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

Without catching the present, Yuan's mother crawled away in embarrassment. Xu Zhaohe and Conan suddenly became the center of attention and were surrounded by groups.

"how is it going?"

Xu Zhaohe glanced at the time, and soon he was late, "Let's go to the classroom and talk."

"it is good!"

Everyone went to the classroom one after another, and then Xu Zhaohe talked about what happened in the principal's office.

I heard that Yuan's mother killed so many people in order to resurrect her husband and son. Although everyone felt a little bit sad, this is a dungeon after all, and everyone didn't have much sense of reality. They paid more attention to how to pass the level.

The bald head clasped his hands together: "The original mother is a ghost possessed by a demon. The sacrifice killed everyone. This should be the truth of this dungeon. If we unravel the truth, we can finally survive the massacre on the last night. "

"It's just that there will be bad kids at night..."

Conan opened his mouth cautiously, and everyone's mood suddenly fell.

That's right, there are also selected bad boys, the game time is still inevitable before leaving the instance, the new bad boys are very likely to choose to kill people like Ren Ji when they throw the handkerchief at night!

Thinking about it this way, the joy of just discovering the truth seems to fade a little bit. This dungeon is not difficult, but it makes people choose between their own life and the death of others!

There may be more than one way to clear the level, but most people will choose the one that is most beneficial to them when faced with known choices that can definitely survive and unknown methods.

——Because this is the game world.

As soon as this was mentioned, the bald head's face obviously darkened, A Biao died during the game time.

His sharp eyes swept over everyone: "Who is the chosen one tonight?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, no one admitted, and no one would admit it.

The atmosphere became heavy again, and Xu Zhaohe, who had been distracted from the beginning, suddenly said, "I think the truth may not be that simple."

Everyone's attention was successfully taken away again, and Conan was also a little confused, "What do you mean brother? Didn't we already find the original mother's diary?"

Xu Zhaohe's slender fingers unconsciously pointed at the table, "At the beginning, Yuan's mother once said that we were forbidden to go to the kitchen, do you remember?"

Everyone nods, of course I remember!

The bald head said: "So you mean, we have to go to the kitchen once?"

Xu Zhaohe suddenly approached: "So you don't find it strange? The truth is all in the principal's office, what is the kitchen for? There is also a death list. When we usually sign any documents, we always put our names on it, not Just write your name anywhere, and the contract will be established."

But this copy is very random, just write a name on any piece of paper, and it’s done, but is it really so casual?

This is a dungeon of the game, everything cannot be explained by common sense, but it is precisely because it is a dungeon that we must be more cautious, because the truth is often a little bit wrong, and it can be a thousand miles away.

……

His words made everyone's hearts sink again, and they didn't go to the last and most dangerous place - the kitchen!

What's in the kitchen?Just imagining the faces of the people is already ugly, but if you don't go, then their truth may be incomplete, and the truth of the dungeon cannot be solved, all ghosts will carry out a massacre on the last night!

Sure enough, it is easier to find the truth than avoid the massacre!

……

The time is already close to 8 o'clock in the evening, and they can only rely on tomorrow as their last hope. As for the game time tonight, everyone can ask for blessings.

Sometimes people and ghosts are only different in appearance...

……

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——21:00——

Xu Zhaohe was lying on the bed with one hand on his forehead, and he didn't get up lazily until the diary on the table started to glow.

The cold white light reflected on his eyes, shining a bright starlight, making the diary and hair look straight.

Xu Zhaohe didn't know it at all. He opened the diary, and the lazy aura exuding from his body was like a cat stretching its claws.

The diary began to answer shyly: "Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing Revlon.

When it first comes, it is as bright as the sun shining on the beams of the house at the beginning of the day; when it is less advanced, it is as bright as the moon shining its light.

Looking at it from a distance, it is as bright as the sun rising from the morning glow; when observing it by force, it is as bright as a flower coming out of Lubo.As graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming.

......"

Seeing that the scheming diary recites poems every time there is a disagreement, and there is a posture of memorizing longer and longer, my hair is about to explode!I was so angry that I wanted to type in my diary!

But now he is no longer the pitiful hair-haired man he was back then!He has hundreds of them now!And there are more and more dense postures!

He can attract Zhao Zhao's attention with his talent!

So the hair jumped onto Xu Zhaohe's shoulder, laying on Xu Zhaohe's ear and began to rhythmically:

"Boom—————————————"

Xu Zhaohe: "..."

Xu Zhaohe looked at the diary reciting poems that stuttered and didn't even hit a beat in front of him, and then looked at the hair on his shoulders that was trying to sing, and didn't know what to say!

"...You guys, it's almost done."

Diary & Hair shut up for a moment, but the scheming hair who can run and jump in the end is slightly better, quietly rubbing against Xu Zhaohe's side face, and despising the diary with a look of "I'm just better than you"!

The diary trembled, "You are the boss, you have the final say!" '

Xu Zhaohe didn't know about their interaction, so he tore off his hair and wrapped it around his wrist, then picked up the diary and shook it. "Do business!"

With the hair on the wrist, the diary sobbed twice, and began to report on the spot dutifully:

"...Well...the game hasn't started yet."

Xu Zhaohe frowned: "Don't you have anything else to say?"

"..."

"Think about it again!"

"...The sky is dark, the earth is scary, the devil drags a bone, a leg, a piece of meat, and puts it in the pot...

...the sky is dark, the land is vast, people are panic-stricken and panic-stricken, a bowl of blood, a hand, boiled braised pork in steamed water..."

Xu Zhaohe closed the diary with a snap, it was the kitchen!

The devil is in the kitchen.

……

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——22:00——

【Ding!Players are welcome to enter this round of game time!Please players love each other and try to be a good boy! 】

【Throw away, throw away, throw away the handkerchief...】

Xu Zhaohe sat on the bed with his chin resting on his back. He thought he was the only bad boy who broke into the principal's office today, but it turned out to be someone else.

This is interesting, who would do something worse than him?Or is there anything worse than discovering the truth?

He didn't take it to heart before, but he remembered that Conan said that the death list——is gone.

…………

The music played for an hour from the beginning to the end. Xu Zhaohe just stared at the door for an hour, but it never opened.

He also tried to open the door by himself, but he couldn't open it due to game restrictions, so he had to give up.

Lying on the bed, Xu Zhaohe closed his already sore eyes. The clues given by the diary were too vague, so what happened tonight?No one knows yet.

Who on earth is it……

…Unknowingly, the breathing became softer and more stable, and Xu Zhaohe finally fell into a deep sleep.

And in the still and dark night, a strand of hair suddenly crept up to him quietly.

This is the last quiet night, he is not restricted by the dungeon, and tonight is the most suitable time to do it.

Originally, didn't he just treat him as food?

Different from others, delicious and beautiful food!

The hair slowly climbed up Xu Zhaohe's neck, looking at his soft side face, sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed, like a little princess...

The elegant and intoxicating aroma filled his breath, the hair rubbed against his chin little by little, and the tail of the hair curled around his neck.

He didn't eat it before because he was reluctant to eat it and wanted to take the path of sustainable development, but he knew that it was impossible for him to keep people in the dungeon forever, and it would be a matter of time before he ate it all.

But now he actually feels that it seems to be quite good to keep him like this...

Anyway, no matter where he went, Xu Zhaohe was his man!

his!

……

The hair rubbed against his cheek again, then reluctantly crawled down, and finally curled up on his collarbone, and slowly fell asleep.

……

In the silent night, on the neglected table, the diary from the beginning to the end emits a faint light excitedly, it just says!

What kind of fairy love is this! ! ! !

Lock it, lock it, lock it!