dramatic death

The distant bell broke into the muddy thoughts.

Yin Tong woke up suddenly from his sleep, and suddenly realized that he was sitting back in the classroom again.

A few minutes ago, he and Dong Tiantian broke into the empty classroom downstairs, and watched Xia Zexing fall from upstairs, his ferocious face brushed past the glass window on the second floor, and smashed his head into the flower bed below.

His limbs were twisted, and a big hole was cut in his head. The dirty blood flowed out along the wound and stained a bunch of decayed flowers and branches. His whole body was like a puppet whose strings had been removed.

--he died.

Yintong thought.

——He (the ghost) died, so the third round of the game started.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't sort out the messy thoughts. The absurdity of reality was like a silent film with irony on the stage, as if there was a force in the dark, and the direction of the ending had been set long ago.

——Is what I have achieved now really a decision made by my own consciousness?

Yin Tong blinked blankly, then moved his gaze back to the still life in front of him.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Messy tables and chairs filled the open space in front of them layer upon layer, hitting the chandelier on the ceiling to shake.Dirty graffiti were drawn on the textbooks scattered all over the place, and the words "Go to death" still vaguely remained.

He was sitting in the isolated seat in the third row, maintaining a weird posture, staring at the small chalk-drawn umbrella in the lower right corner of the blackboard with a stiff body.There are two names written under the umbrella, An Qi on the left and Yin Tong on the right.

"An Qi, and Yintong."

Yin Tong felt her lips and teeth opening and closing, and silently read the name on the blackboard.

He suddenly realized that what he was playing was no longer Yin Tong who overslept in the self-study class, but the protagonist of this game (school violence), Christie who ended up committing suicide by jumping off a building in a meeting.

- is "ghost".

……

At 18:10, Dong Tiantian returned to the rest hall on the first floor.

He took a deep breath to suppress the urge to curse, and walked towards the fire hydrant box outside the stairwell. He turned his eyes around several fire extinguishers on the ground, picked up one of them, and smashed it at the glass door on the front of the box.

Thanks to Hakoniwa Online's 70% fidelity, he didn't get stuck on the way to find weapons.The fire ax is a standard equipment in almost every scene. Although the attack power is inversely proportional to the degree of grounding, as long as you get it, it is at least much easier to use than a chair.

Dong Tiantian pulled out the fire ax from the box, ran upstairs along the stairs, swung the ax and knocked on the handrail of the stairs, and successfully took away Yang Xu who suddenly appeared at the corner.

He originally wanted to go directly to the third floor. On the second floor, there was Cheng Mingque, who had a too high strength bonus. He didn't know what kind of anti-human "food" he was being fed, so it was better to take a detour.But as soon as he stepped on the steps leading to the third floor, he heard a scream at a very high decibel, the old acquaintance's voice shook as if the whole Bowen Building trembled, and Dong Tiantian was shocked. Rolling his eyes, he turned around and ran to the second floor.

He actually knew what Cheng Mingque's food was on the second floor, and he didn't stand still when he chopped up the corpses in the last round of the game. few.

So as soon as the scream came on stage, he could guess what happened.

Panting heavily, Dong Tiantian ran into the corridor, swung the fire ax and slashed at Cheng Mingque, who was eating.However, maybe the sound caused by the running was too loud, which made Cheng Mingque feel a certain degree of vigilance, so that the ax blade lost its target in the middle, and stuck its head hard into the shoulder socket along its deflected head.

Dirty blood splashed all over Dong Tiantian's body immediately, and the rotting smell of the corpse rushed straight into his nostrils.Dong Tiantian was overwhelmed by the stench, he clenched his back molars tightly so as not to bow his head and spit it out.

Another noise madman in the corridor was still screaming. She was like a roaring ambulance. The moment Dong Tiantian finished chopping, she swung another fire ax with a lot of blood to make up the knife .

— Fuck.

Dong Tiantian almost blurted out a national curse.

He once felt that the descriptions of the little girls on social platforms were slightly biased, after all, the one who chopped off her head was using a lot of strength at the moment.Sometimes they may not be the little pitiful ones who can't unscrew the water bottle, but a group of asteroids that will explode suddenly at a fixed time-not that they will not explode, but the time has not yet come.

Dong Tiantian almost thought for a moment that his only hand had been knocked off, and even sharply saw an obvious scratch on the surface of his axe.But the little girl who caused the accident held the handle of the ax with both hands, and burst into tears. The surging tears seemed to soak Cheng Mingque's severed head in the next second.

--OK.

Dong Tiantian looked at the little girl Ke Xinyan's tear-stained face, swallowed and muttered in his heart.

— Brother, you can do it.

For a time, he could see from Ke Xinyan's face the courage to put herself to death and survive, and even inexplicably felt a trace of indescribable awe from the other party's actions.If the light screen that popped up suddenly interrupted Dong Tiantian's thoughts, he might have interrupted Ke Xinyan's hearty atrocities in the next second, and persuaded her: "Brother, rest, and younger brother will chop it for you."

——When I was still in school, I didn't know that classmate Ke was so powerful.Presumably, there must have been a lot of joys and sorrows after we left, which abruptly changed a dignified and elegant lady.

Dong Tiantian looked away and looked at Ke Xinyu's corpse on the ground.

Ke Xinyu probably wasn't very happy when she died. After all, judging from the current state of the corpse, it is very likely that she was cut open by something first, rather than died by Cheng Mingque's iron teeth.

Dong Tiantian listened to the background sound of the ax sinking into the flesh, and turned his attention to the call interface that popped up suddenly.The caller displayed on the light screen was Yin Tong. After 15 seconds of silence, he suddenly sighed, without any reminder of the previous situation, and just opened his mouth.

"I'm sitting in a classroom right now."

Dong Tiantian was taken aback for a moment.

He noticed the strangeness of the call almost instantly. The hard rule of the last dungeon was "no talking". Everyone in this game except the "ghost" had to keep silent, otherwise they would become "caught" scapegoat".

But now that Yintong has spoken, it proves that he has become a "ghost".

——Is it the result of random selection after the previous round?

Dong Tiantian didn't quite believe it.

His doubts were mainly fixed on the "randomness". According to Chen Yan's tone when he first introduced the dungeon rules, this "randomness" will be divided according to Christie's "favorability". Once there is a situation in the game that requires "randomness", Then Yintong's hatred value will most likely be OT. *

But where does this judgment mechanism come from?Is it because the final boss is Christie?

Dong Tiantian vaguely felt that he wanted to miss something. Chen Yan should have revealed some hidden clues in the process of speaking, but all his attention was focused on Yintong's voice at the moment, coupled with Ke Xinyan's sonorous and forceful voice. The sound of chopping meat, it's good to remember what you're doing, and you don't have time to distract yourself from thinking about those twists and turns.

He heard Yin Tong say: "I think this copy is a bit strange."

"According to Mr. Chen's analysis, the time of this dungeon should be after the meeting of dungeon 11, no matter how bad it is, it will be mid-November, and it has already entered winter. But when I look out from the classroom window, I can still see There are rows of red leaves on the main road, and it should have rained not long ago, and there is still some water on the ground outside."

"But I can't see the body."

"This scene is a bit strange. We could still see Xia Zexing's body when he fell from the stairs just now, but now we can only see a dark shadow when we look from the window."

"It's as if not only Xia Zexing died there." Dong Tiantian heard Yin Tong chuckle.

His voice sounded a bit strange, with some vague coldness in it.Dong Tiantian always suspected that he had heard wrongly, but he did not dare to let go of his guard easily.

He believed that Yin Tong would not harm him, but it did not mean that he also believed that this game would not harm him.

— These are two different things.

Dong Tiantian gritted his molars and typed out a paragraph in the chat room.

[Dong Tiantian]: Mr. Xiaoyin, do you still have the key?

During the call, Yin Tong's voice paused, and he said, "Take it."

"The layout of the classroom is divided into two parts. I, who plays the role of 'ghost', am sitting in Christie's seat at the moment-the third row from the front, and there are piles of desks and chairs in front of me, yes, piled up like a mountain. You , Do we have a preference for base tables when we are in class?"

[No,] Dong Tiantian replied in the chat room, [What is that? 】

"I don't know," Yin Tong said, "I think it looks like a way of counting."

Dong Tiantian made a fuss because of what he said, but Yintong quickly changed his words and said with a muffled laugh: "I just said it casually. The names of me and An Qi are written on the blackboard in front of the classroom. This day should be our Cleaning up. Someone is coming."

His voice suddenly became serious.

"It sounded like there were at least two people talking, it was loud, they seemed to be showing off something, I heard 'rape', um, some showing off words."

Dong Tiantian's footsteps stopped.

He vaguely remembered something, as if at a certain time point in the past, he also heard such an emotional and similar story.He vaguely remembered that it should be a late night three years ago, he had something to go downstairs to find Cheng Mingque, when he passed the corridor, he smelled a vague smell of smoke, and accidentally caught a glimpse of soot and sparks in the darkness.

It was a group of students crowded in the corridor, they should be students.They huddled together in the stairwell on the first floor like a group of wriggling bugs, huddling together and laughing hoarsely.

"...Think about that leg, how white and slippery it is, the base of the thigh is as soft as jelly, and when you press it, it will be a red mark."

"No wonder little girls like dolls. I like dolls when I look at them, but I can't see them. It's weird."

"It's over if you don't cover it up, your *[butt] is still *eyes, why are there so many messes?"

"*mouth, look how soft that little mouth is."

At that time, Dong Tiantian thought that these obscenities were just the wishful thinking of a few hooligans. They just gathered together to exchange their dirty desires, as if insulting other girls with words with their eyes closed could satisfy their desires that they had nowhere to cast. Self respect and dirty desires.

He didn't expect anyone to put such a thing into practice.

I didn't expect that the school would allow such evil behavior to such an extent.

Dong Tiantian knocked on the chat room, trying to write something in the dialog box.He felt that he should remind Yintong, but he didn't know what he could remind.

—to remind him that Christie's death might not just be a hoax murder?

Dong Tiantian heard Yin Tong's voice coming from the light screen, he said: "The footsteps stopped, I think they are probably going to kick the door in."

The moment the voice fell, Dong Tiantian heard a scream coming from behind him.