dramatic death

At dusk, at 18:46, the rest hall on the first floor.

When Dong Tiantian opened his eyes, he hadn't slowed down, his mind was full of Ke Xinyan's gleaming axe, his legs and feet were weak, he took two steps back, and almost staggered and fell to the ground.

A few seconds ago, he was still in the guard room not far away, holding an ax in one disabled hand and smashing Ke Xinyan to death.Ms. Ke turned her face when she said that she turned her face, and she swung her ax and was about to blow his head off from behind. If Dong Tiantian hadn't been shaken by the ax blade halfway, he would have been hacked to death.

Fortunately, the game map was changed in time, and I don't know which Da Luo Jinxian helped them through the difficulty.

Dong Tiantian typed a line in the team chat room, but there was no response. Only Yin Tong was left on the avatar in the chat list, and even Dr. Chen turned into a black and white photo.

He reached out and clicked on Chen Yan's avatar, typed a series of words in the dialog box, and received a system prompt at the moment he sent it: [The player is no longer in the current map. 】

——According to the terminology of the game, they are all about to be wiped out.

Dong Tiantian stood on the spot and took three deep breaths, then raised his legs and walked towards the stairwell.As he walked, he thought about the route this time. There was only one staircase from the rest hall to the guard room on the first floor. As long as he wanted to pass the level, he had to go up this staircase.

On the first floor, Yang Xu will definitely pop out, and on the second floor, Cheng Mingque and the two sisters of the Ke family are still guarding. If he goes up early, he will kill Cheng Mingque and save Ke Xinyan, and the little girl will miss him all the way; If you go up late, Cheng Mingque will be full of energy after a full meal, and the moment he sees him, he will plan dessert.

Neither is good, and both will suffer.Dong Tiantian felt that if he could run faster, he might be able to run up to the third floor before Cheng Mingque noticed, but keeping Cheng Mingque, a little monster, would be a problem anyway. Maybe he had to look for the key while Eyes watching all directions, ears listening to all directions, ready to escape on the spot at any time?

It's unrealistic, he can't beat Cheng Mingque who is full of food and drink.

However, thinking of this, his thoughts suddenly paused, as if watching a re-edited film, he suddenly noticed something strange in his memory.

He realized that something was wrong, they should not be the only players in this game.He belatedly remembered that someone seemed to have taken the key to the guard room in the last round of the game. The other party took one step ahead of him and went upstairs to open the door to the rooftop.

The person who took the key could not be Chen Yan who was on the 12th floor at the beginning, because he had no time to catch up; nor could it be Xia Zexing who had "leaved" the game, because he had no point in doing so.In the last round of the game, Yin Tong was vague and only emphasized that "it's right if the key is gone." He said "the door of the roof has been opened", but he didn't have time to tell Dong Tiantian how to open the door.

—— Was it opened by an NPC, or was it already opened when Yintong reached the top floor?Is the one holding the key an NPC, or a player like us?

——Or is there a third party in this game who is neither a player nor an NPC?

——What is that?

Dong Tiantian couldn't be sure of the current situation, and even felt that all of them were cheated by Chen Yan.He smashed the fire hydrant box next to the stairwell, took out the safety ax inside, paused at the stairway, and suddenly turned and walked towards the elevator.

This place was originally a "restricted area" in the dungeon.

There are usually such plots in horror and suspense film and television literary works. The supporting character XXX just walked into the elevator, and the power went out suddenly; or just after getting out of the elevator, something chopped off his head.Therefore, nine out of ten elevators in the game are the scene of the crime, and there are endless murders after opening the door. Before entering the dungeon, Chen Yan specially emphasized to them: "It is best not to take the elevator in the Bowen Building."

——But is this elevator really "unable to sit"?

Dr. Chen didn't say anything at all.

He only emphasized "it's best not to sit on it", which proves that this thing can actually sit on it, but for some reason, he hopes that the friends in the team "it's best not to" get close to it.If Chen Yan lied to all of them, then this elevator must have a special meaning for him. If he took the elevator downstairs to get the key in the last round of the game, then the time cannot be regarded as "too late".

The more Dong Tiantian thought about it, the angrier he became, wishing he could chop off Chen Yan's head with an ax and kick it as a ball, but just as he walked around the elevator, he stepped on blood, the blood was fresh and sticky, and there was still a lingering smell in the air Nauseous smell of rust, like someone just fought a bloody battle here.

—what happened here?

He raised his head in a daze, reached out and pressed the number button with "1" written on it.

However, when he stepped into the elevator box, he suddenly heard a familiar electric sound.

That is the radio installed in the classroom.

……

Evening, 18:46, classroom on the third floor.

Yin Tong woke up from the nightmare, slumped on the table in cold sweat, gasping for breath.

He dreamed of his previous conversation with Tan Xiao, and vaguely saw Christie's blood-stained face. The similar scene was like an inescapable nightmare, repeated over and over again in the dark dusk, as if someone was silently talking scolded.

- "It's all your fault."

He was lying on the table, but it seemed to be in the center of countless lines of sight.It was as if some transparent tall monsters were crowded in this classroom, condescendingly examining his distressed appearance.

--What did i do wrong?

Yin Tong was panting blankly, like a fish about to die of thirst.He heard countless small explosions, as if countless eyeballs had drilled out of the peeling wall.

—they are looking at me.

—They were all looking at me.

He didn't dare to raise his head, didn't dare to turn his head back, the arse-colored sunset covered the ground in his field of vision across the glass window, like a river of blood that kept meandering.

A dark figure streaked across the river, and slammed into the flower bed downstairs with a "boom".

Yin Tong closed his eyes abruptly, and squeezed out a vague "whimper" from his throat.

He felt that he had done something wrong, and he couldn't understand why he felt this way.He sat trembling in his chair and covered his face, weeping like an abandoned child.

Then in the quiet classroom, he suddenly heard a vague "rustling" sound.

— as if someone were writing with chalk.

Yintong raised his head and saw a child standing in front of the blackboard from his blurred vision.

It looked no more than four or five years old, with its back facing him, its pale skin was like a freshly painted wall, and its thin back was soaked with bright red blood.

— It is writing.

Yintong thought.

——It is on the blackboard, describing my name over and over again.

From his point of view, he couldn't see clearly what was on the blackboard, but at this moment, Yin Tong clearly realized that what the other party was writing was the word "Yin Tong".It used that small hand to hold the dusty chalk, and the dirty blood mixed with tears soaked its soft skirt, warming the cold footprints it left behind.

It stubbornly depicts the "Yintong" under the umbrella, as if it wants to engrave its own soul into it.

Yin Tong stood up and watched the small figure print a clear bloody handprint on the blackboard.

—he was crying.

He realized in a daze that those small sobs were the child's cries held in his throat.

Then suddenly, all the sounds stopped abruptly.

He saw the child stop, and turned his head to look in the direction of the classroom door as if he heard something.He threw away the chalk and ran to the front door in a panic, his tiny feet left a trail of blood on the ground.

Yin Tong followed the child's movements and ran out the door, hitting the tables and chairs all the way making harsh noises.He staggered as if he wanted to keep up with the child's pace, but the sound of his heartbeat was like thunder, and his eyes were full of messy black spots. The doorknob seemed to go farther and farther, and even gradually disappeared into the blind spot of vision, so that he slammed towards He ran a few steps forward and knocked against the door until he was dizzy.

He heard someone crying, someone panting violently, and the complicated voices were intertwined and torn in his mind, and finally merged into a clear voice.

— “Don’t open the door.”

said the voice.

— “Don’t open the door.”

However, his hand trembled out of control, and five fingers were tightly glued to the handle.Yintong watched as they slowly tightened and turned to the right until the rusty hinges let out a small whine.

—like a nightingale whose throat has been pierced, leaving a last sob before dying.

"squeak"

The door opened.

……

For a long time, Yin Tong thought that he would never forget what happened on this day.

He and An Qi walked one after the other on the road leading to Bowen Building, listening to the noisy complaints of the wet rotten leaves under their feet.The main entrance of Bowen Building is like a dark cave, standing far away at the end of the sunset, silently opening its mouth wide, devouring the passing students.

He was a little apprehensive, and normal people would feel uneasy at such times. Christie claimed that this was the last "small game", and as long as they cleared the level, they would be released back to the outside world.

— But is it really that simple?

Yintong questioned the so-called "last copy".

Three months ago, a wave of zombies suddenly broke out in the school. From classmates to teachers, it seemed that everyone could not escape the fate of becoming a meat eater.Some people continued to suspect that there was a problem with the weekly reagents, and even a large number of small groups emerged, trying to break through the blockade of the campus and go outside.

However, the school, or Christie, who occupied all the external communication systems at that time, took a blockade attitude towards the riot.

She turned on the campus radio one evening, announcing in a sweet and gentle voice:

—— "Let's play a game, only survivors can leave this school."

But what is a survivor?

Yintong thought.

For Christie, can a "survivor" really be defined as a human being?

However, at that time, no one had time to think about this problem anymore. In the campus where the food was decreasing, the "players" who remained on the isolated island gradually castrated their sanity and started a hopeless game.

They were deliberately divided into "two categories", moving towards the dungeon set by Christie bit by bit.The living people kill each other for a small hope, and after 18:45 every day, they perform an absurd "comedy" for the cruel perpetrators.

——What exactly does Christie want?

In this game, Yin Tong thought about this question countless times, and even once thought that Christie was just anti-social, but he couldn't find a perfect answer until he reached the "so-called last copy".

——Christie seemed to suddenly go crazy, and suddenly lost her mind and turned into a monster on a certain day and evening.

He stood at the door of Bowen Building, and smiled with difficulty pulling the corners of his lips. The moment he wanted to move forward, An Qi pulled his sleeves, so that he could only stand there in a stiff posture.

Yin Tong felt that his expression must be ugly, so An Qi only showed a worried expression the moment he saw him.However, he didn't ask anything, and even showed a light and sweet smile in the evening sunset.

He said: "Tongtong, I hid something in the diary, remember to get it when the game is over."

Yin Tong laughed at that time, he said what kind of flag you are standing here, break off your flag, if you want to take it, we will take it together.

As a result, An Qi's face turned red in an instant, she pursed her lips and said nothing, a pair of fan-like eyelashes trembled twice, and directly covered the moist eyes inside.

"You take it yourself," he said, in a blunt tone as if he hadn't organized his words.Yin Tong got angry when he heard this, and leaned forward to look left and right, looking for an angle to meet his gaze.

"Why, are you going to give me a ring? Why don't I be happy to get it for you alone?"

Yin Tong was stunned the moment he finished speaking.

He saw An Qi's blushing cheeks enveloping the dark dusk, which caused a little panic in those clear eyes.He murmured almost blankly: "No way", and saw the young man in front of him clenched his back molars, blushing suddenly.

"So you must go and get it," he emphasized every word, "you can only get it yourself."

……

Then at 18:46 that day, Yintong pushed open the back door of the classroom.

I saw An Qi dead in the corridor outside the door.