dramatic death

Cheng Mingque didn't realize that there was anything wrong when he walked into the stairwell, or at least until he walked down the extremely low-lighted staircase to the first floor, and hopped out a large bag of food from the grocery store. Yes, I didn't realize that everything I experienced was different.

How likely is it that there is a clean and empty stairwell in a dormitory full of monsters?

After entering the dungeon, Cheng Mingque thought about it. This possibility is probably lower than letting Chen Yan quit the Academy of Sciences.

But in the lobby on the first floor at that time, when Cheng Mingque tore open the first bag of potato chips, he didn't realize the strangeness of the environment he was in.He and Chen Yan carried two large bags of snacks through the open space in the center of the hall and walked towards the stairwell when they came. The sound of chaotic footsteps hit the surrounding empty walls, and the soft light of the morning fell through the front and rear glass doors and fell on the middle floor above, covering everything in the field of vision with a layer of mist.

At 8:40 in the morning, the visibility was not high in the foggy state, and the lights in the lobby on the first floor were not turned on, so that everything around was gray as far as the eye could see, which made people feel chills down the spine for no reason.Cheng Mingque glanced back when he was about to step into the stairwell, and he couldn't tell what he wanted to see, maybe it was just subconsciously, and subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

What's wrong?

He stood outside the stairwell, next to the observation room in the hall, looked along the blackboard opposite the time and related rules to the boxes stacked randomly outside the canteen, and vaguely heard a strange singing sound.

The singing came from behind them, and gradually approached their unsuspecting backs over the icy steps.Cheng Mingque almost seemed to be nailed to the floor, his limbs were imprisoned by his stiff spine, and the cold air poured into his limbs and bones along the pores, squeezing his back full of cold sweat.

He couldn't turn back, fear and chill occupied his body at the same time.He clearly remembered the tune of this song, every melody and every syllable, as if he had written it silently countless times, and it had been imprinted in his soul.

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down.*"

Someone is going downstairs.

"London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady."

He heard the light footsteps of the other party echoing in the empty stairwell, with an eerie, childlike pure joy.Someone hugged him by the waist and took him to the half-open window of the observation room, covered his head and stuffed him in. He only felt that his eyes went dark, and then the other party also came in, and pressed him by the way. head, and hid his whole body behind the desk by the window.

Cheng Mingque stiffened his neck, staring stiffly at the empty hall outside the window.Chen Yan reached out and rubbed his hair carelessly, as if trying to calm his bad mood.

However, the effect was minimal, his brain was still blank, and he didn't even know how to react.

--what should I do?

Cheng Mingque heard a voice in his head asking timidly, but it was too light and small, so that the moment it emerged, it was suppressed by another sharp cry.

——Why is he here? !

The voice screamed, high as the noise of nails sliding across a blackboard.

——Why did he come, why is he here, what is he going to do, is he coming to kill me? !

Cheng Mingque's trembling body froze for a moment, he looked across the edge of the desk to the hall outside the glass window, his gaze was fixed on the familiar figure in a daze, and he suddenly had doubts about his memory.

——"Is he coming to kill me?"

He clearly remembered his thoughts at the last moment.

——But why did "he" want to "kill me"? Why does "I" feel that "he" is going to kill me?

——Why am I so scared?

——Could it be that "he" used to be.

——Have you ever "killed" me?

……

In dormitory 335, while lowering his head and playing with his shoelaces, Cheng Mingque briefly summarized the story he told.

"Brother Chen and I hid behind the desk in the observation room. Through the two glass windows, we saw Han Zhaoyuan dug out several boxes of yogurt from the canteen, and stood in front of the big blackboard with a straw in his mouth."

"He changed the time on the blackboard."

Cheng Mingque shrugged, and looked up at Yin Tong: "You all know what happened afterwards, I entered the dungeon as soon as it was dark, and when I came back, I happened to encounter the little monsters refreshed, one or two were lying on the window Look at me and Brother Chen."

"Boss Yin, think about the observation window of the zoo. I am like a small animal locked in the window. I just woke up, and my consciousness is still blurred. The moment I looked up, I was so scared that I almost jumped up. The crows are full of black heads, and their eyes are so focused that they want to swallow me alive."

"It's terrible," Cheng Mingque shuddered around his arms, "It's just poisonous."

Before Yin Tong had time to speak, Dong Tiantian interrupted Cheng Mingque's aftertaste, frowning and waving his hand.

"Wait a minute," he raised three fingers and made a "three", "I have three questions that I don't understand."

"Let's not think about why Dr. Chen agreed to your thoughtless idea. He didn't ask me and Mr. Xiaoyin for off-site assistance at all. He insisted on going downstairs to buy food hand in hand with you when the combat power is low. Let’s discuss the direction of action for the two of you first.” Dong Tiantian leaned on the back of his chair and pointed to the layout of the dormitory building on the wall behind him, “According to what you said just now, the stairs you two should go downstairs should be between 329 and 326 That one is at the bottom of the U-line dormitory building, the one on the side of our dormitory among the two stairs."

"The two stairs at the bottom have always been full of people. They can be called the main road of the dormitory building. No matter how you walk down the stairs, you will stop at the corner of each floor. May I ask if you met them when you reached the second floor?" Anyone?"

"...No... Yes?" Cheng Mingque blinked and looked at Chen Yan, "We didn't seem to meet anyone at the time, just, it was very strange, including when we were on the third floor before, logically speaking, we There was such a commotion, why didn't anyone push the door to see?"

"...Normal people wouldn't push the door when they heard that there was already an uproar outside. Who knows if they would be blasted into cannon fodder if they pushed the door open," Dong Tiantian rolled his eyes, paused halfway through speaking, and stroked his chin He pondered, "But it's okay for you to say that, assuming that the people on the second floor were unwilling to open the door to come out because of the same reason - something happened in the corridor. Then you didn't meet anyone on the second floor The current situation makes sense.”

"It doesn't make sense," Yintong interrupted Dong Tiantian, and sighed helplessly, "If something happens on the second floor, other residents in the first corridor can hear it, and we should be able to hear it more or less. But we have nothing I heard that either the time of the accident on the second floor was the same as ours—both between 6:23 and 8:30, or it was because there was no accident on the second floor at all, and there was no one there long before the accident.”

Yin Tong tapped the drawer behind Dong Tiantian's desk, and motioned him to open it for a look: "I picked up those black cards yesterday morning when you were doing your 'morning exercise', there are 40 cards in total, and they almost belong to this floor. The number of households is consistent."

"And it's not just our dormitory building," he flicked the inside of his wrist, and opened the game's control panel, "On the system interface of the chat box, there is a continuously decreasing score in the part facing the history record, and now it shows It's 137/5040."

Dong Tiantian snorted softly: "It's 136. A logout notification popped up just now, and it seems that the number in front is the current number of people online."

Yin Tong nodded in affirmation, opened his notebook by the way, turned a few pages forward, and turned it over to show everyone: "Our school has a total of 13 dormitory buildings, calculated according to the current remaining online number of 136, and now there are only 10 dormitory buildings left in each building. About [-] people got off."

"Evenly distributed to each floor, there are only about 2 people."

Before Yin Tong finished speaking, the small group in the dormitory basically understood what he meant.Dong Tiantian leaned on the back of the chair and let out a long breath, looking at the ceiling with a look of despair and trance: "That is to say, it's really normal for a floor to die."

"So Cheng Mingque and the others didn't meet anyone on the second floor. It may be because the survivors didn't have the courage to come out, or it may be because there are no survivors anymore."

"Well," Yin Tong closed the notebook and agreed with Dong Tiantian's conclusion, "Of course you can also read this set of numbers backwards, 136/5040, which means that in the current Hakoniwa Online, in our current location In the copy, there may be 4904 monsters."

"Fuck."

Cheng Mingque couldn't help but swear.Dong Tiantian could still calm down a bit, counting with his fingers: "And among these 4904 little monsters, there may be hundreds of zombies with quite strong mobility."

I'm afraid I can't live through this day.

Chen Yan didn't interrupt when they were calculating the data. When the dormitory quieted down, he added slowly: "While the number of offline people has increased, we still haven't received any information about outside rescue."

This is undoubtedly worse, but blaming others is not the solution. Dong Tiantian sat up suddenly after being silent for a long time. He said, "Okay, the question of no one on the second floor is empty for now. We can discuss the second question. For example, eight When it was too late, you glanced at it, how did you know that the bastard in front of the blackboard who changed the time at random was Han Zhaoyuan?"

"Jia Que'er himself said that it was still early in the day and the visibility was not high. Han Zhaoyuan's dog was as sensitive as a dog. In order to avoid him, you must be cats without even daring to lift your head. The distance between the observation room and the blackboard is at least It's five meters away, so the view behind the desk is definitely not good, and at this level you can still recognize Han Zhaoyuan at a glance, I think your boy is probably true love for Han Zhaoyuan."

"No," Cheng Mingque frowned and shook his head, "I can recognize Han Zhaoyuan not only because of his back view, but also because of the song. You still remember the day before yesterday—the fourth floor adventure encounter Did you hear the song in the room on the day of "The Little Painter"? At that time, there was also someone singing outside the door, although it sounded like a little white rabbit or something, but the tune was the same as this."

"That person is Han Zhaoyuan, you don't need to ask me why, the moment you hear that song, you will feel that the person outside is Han Zhaoyuan."

"His voice and demeanor are far more recognizable than his back."

Dong Tiantian lowered his eyes and pursed his lower lip, looking like he wanted to say something, hesitated for a while, but couldn't utter a word of disapproval.He looked at the stains on his shoes, looked at the dirty ground under his feet, his thoughts circled back and forth about Han Zhaoyuan, and he felt powerless all over his body.

In fact, he didn't mean to disbelieve Cheng Mingque, he just didn't want to admit that Han Zhaoyuan had returned, so that he reflexively questioned the other party's conclusion, trying to get a negative answer.Just like the temporary shelter upstairs that day, just like the moment they heard the song through the door panel, he recognized it, but it was hard for him to bring up the name.

It's as if this person wouldn't exist without acknowledging, without opening and closing the lips and teeth and sending out those three simple words with the tongue.

Until the name is on the tip of someone else's tongue.

Dong Tiantian blinked his eyes and looked up in Yintong's direction.He was vaguely aware of what the other party said, but it was difficult to extract the meaning of the words from those words.

He said: "What?", trying to convey the meaning of "please say it again" with his blank expression.Yin Tong was not annoyed, but tilted his head, slowed down his speech, and asked again word by word.

"Is the Han Zhaoyuan you're talking about the boy who wears a turtleneck sweater and a tracksuit?"

"If so," he pouted out the window, "he almost sent me straight to God just now."