dramatic death

What will happen "tomorrow"?

Yin Tong blinked his eyes in the dark, clasped An Qi's hand, and drew a "?" on the back of his hand

He tries to combine everyone's stories into a nonfiction written in the third person.Hakoniwa Online, a horror game with decryption gimmicks, will inevitably insert certain clues in the levels. The four stories that just ended must not only be a retelling of reality, but may also hide clues to clear the game.

Except for the fact that Dong Tiantian's first story cannot tell a clear time point, the stories of Wen Qiu, Yang Xu, and Su Xiao can obviously be strung together.

Dong Tiantian is B, Wen Qiu is C, and Su Xiao is Miss I, so Mr. D who looks like a couple with Miss I should be Han Zhaoyuan who has not yet arrived.

That is to say, the story told by the three of them can be simply explained as follows: Dong Tiantian bumped into a desperate little girl E on a rainy day, and E claimed that someone jumped off a building in their girls' dormitory, and the body was still lying downstairs lawn.Dong Tiantian vaguely felt that this routine was somewhat familiar, so he made up his mind to go and have a look first, but when he rushed to the dormitory building that E mentioned, he didn't see any bloody murder scene.

The corpse disappeared, and he saw Han Zhaoyuan where the corpse should have been lying. At the same time, the little girl E, who was crying like a concubine, also rushed to the scene. Han Zhaoyuan proposed to meet the "jumper".

At the same time, it was also in the girls' dormitory building that day. Teacher Wen Qiuwen met the same "jumper" when he was inspecting the hygiene of the dormitory. He followed him out of curiosity. I met boy H on the Internet.

— an executioner standing in the rain.

So the so-called "jumper" did not jump off the building by herself, but was actually thrown down by the boy H by the hair.

Then the next evening, Han Zhaoyuan, who proposed to see the "jumper", also imitated the boy H, threw the "jumper" from the upstairs, and suggested his girlfriend - Su Xiao not to come to school tomorrow. He might be up to something big.

Yin Tong's thoughts suddenly paused, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong, as if there was a clue clearly placed in front of his eyes, as long as he pulled out the obvious thread, he could unravel the whole situation.He carefully recalled the stories in his memory, and connected the stories with the storytellers one by one.

In Wen Qiu's story - the protagonist is Dong Tiantian.

In Yang Xu's story - the main character is Wen Qiu.

So logically speaking, in Su Xiao's story - the protagonist should be Yang Xu, why did she tell her own story?

Why didn't she come by the rules?

Yin Tong raised his head, trying to identify the figure belonging to Su Xiao on the other side of the table through the thick darkness.

Who made the rule that only one person can be the protagonist to tell a story?

Yin Tong was frozen back by the coolness in his palm, he looked down reflexively, and saw that the hand that had just been warm had betrayed his palm, and tapped his palm to write a relative Characters with more strokes.

"ghost"?

This word is like a basin of cold water, which makes Yintong icy cold from head to toe.He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Su Xiao in the dim light. The gentle and pleasant girl was smiling, and handed the flashlight to the next storyteller.

what a ghost.Yin Tong thought, who is this ghost referring to?

He still remembered what Cheng Mingque said before the game started. He said: "The game stipulates that all of you present must participate, and everyone must tell a ghost story for more than 3 minutes. It is not allowed to leave the game halfway, and it is not allowed to keep playing." Silence, no personal attacks allowed, this game will be played until tomorrow morning, because giving up halfway will invite a real 'ghost story'."

What is a real ghost story?

Yin Tong looked at Xu Guangbo who took the flashlight, and confirmed his thoughts again.

According to the popular definition, a "ghost story" is a story in which there are "ghosts". If Cheng Mingque's game rules have not made mistakes, and the players so far have not made mistakes, then in the stories they have told, there must be a ghost. Those not mentioned are defined as ghost characters.In Dong Tiantian’s story, the protagonist heard a conversation; in Wen Qiu’s story, Dong Tiantian met the “jumper”; in Yang Xu’s story, Wen Qiu met the boy H who killed the “jumper”.

If Su Xiao's fourth story is not considered, and the first three stories are simply cross-compared, then the only thing in common between them is that the protagonist is not the storyteller.

So the question came back again, why Su Xiao didn't tell Yang Xu's story, but her own story?

Yin Tong thought: probably because what Su Xiao told was not a ghost story.

Miss I, Su Xiao, mentioned before telling the story that she "can't tell ghost stories, so I just tell a story."If she knows the rules of this game, if she understands the meaning of "ghost story", then Su Xiao is equivalent to proving that "there are 'ghosts' in all the previous stories".

Who is this "ghost"?

If the players tell the stories of the previous person, how do they know these stories?

Xu Guangbo who was holding a flashlight across the table cleared his throat, his voice was still a little hoarse, as if he hadn't recovered from Yang Xu's violence just now.

"What do you want to hear?" Yin Tong heard him squeeze out a chuckle from his dry throat, "I know a lot."

"But the rules don't seem to be set like this? For the sake of safety, I can only tell who's story, right?"

"Oh, okay, let's talk about who."

"Let's give him a code name first, just call him J."

……

Boy J is mentally retarded.

Although it is not very good to say this, this guy is indeed mentally retarded, the kind with only one nerve in his brain, no matter what he says or does, he is as straightforward as if he has no IQ.

He is classmate B's younger brother, and Miss I's spare tire, as if someone gave him a small favor, he could even put his face on it and do his best.

Like a mad dog.

But a cowardly mad dog.

This story is quite funny, after all, in the whole story, Mad Dog J did not do any big bad things.The mad dog J who used to bite people everywhere was just implicated this time. What he did was indeed unintentional, but he killed people by accident.

This is probably retribution.

A person will always experience many fates in his life. This word can not only be used in feelings, but also sign and seal bad luck.J was not there when the accident happened in the corridor that day. He was called to the office to give a lecture, and when he came back, everything had already been settled.

Mad Dog J is not a person who cares about other people's opinions. He has always lived by himself, so naturally he didn't notice any strangeness in the class.He didn't notice the excessive silence of the students, he didn't notice the movements of the students whispering, he didn't even notice the fearful eyes of the teachers, he just thought that the crying female teacher had committed some occupational disease.

He had just been scolded, and he couldn't help feeling irritated in the shabby classroom, so he simply stood up and kicked open the front door of the classroom, and walked out with his pockets in his pocket.

He didn't notice the momentary silence of the classmates in the class, maybe he noticed, but it was no different from the usual environment when he kicked the door, so Mad Dog J naturally ignored it.He was walking on the road, biting his back molars and throbbing with veins on his forehead. The teachers passing by gave him a wide avenue and sent him to the door of the activity room smoothly.

Then, Mad Dog J was blocked by the door.

He turned the doorknob three times, staring at the locked door angrily.

In the past, the door of the activity room was not locked, and whoever came in would usually not be unable to open it.However, where there is "normal", there is "secondary". Sometimes the door will be closed during the routine cleaning. That situation is the most troublesome, because there are only three keys to the activity room: one in K In one hand, this kid always skips classes and goes to sleep in the activity room; one is in the hands of A, who is the head of the entire club; one is in the hands of the old gatekeeper downstairs.

Crazy Dog J raised his head, and happened to bump into the school bell that suddenly rang.

It would definitely be inappropriate to go to A now, after all, although the senior in charge has a good temper, he can't tolerate Mad Dog J kicking the door and breaking through when he is in class. J has a lot of rules like this. He looks very gentle, but the person who keeps the bookkeeping behind his back is really frightened.But it's not appropriate to go to K now, after all, K is used to being free and undisciplined, he is like a fly flying all over the corridors, and being able to catch it may be a result of several lifetimes of cultivation.

Mad Dog J frowned with his pockets in his pockets, and kicked the door of the activity room in extreme irritability.

After kicking, he will not miss it anymore.There is no activity room and a roof, and there is a dormitory without a roof. Although this broken school has a lot of rules, there are still many places to lie down.Mad Dog J was thinking about where he would go next, and turned around to leave without hesitation. He stepped on the floor tiles and climbed up the stairs to the top floor, not at all aware that in the activity room he just left, there was another dead boy.

He didn't know how much hope was born in the young K at the moment he turned the doorknob.He lay on the ground, staring and raising his hands, desperately reaching for the door.He squeezed his throat to try to make an obvious cry, kicked his legs to try to make some attention-grabbing sound, he desperately sent a signal to the door, but the sound of Mad Dog J's footsteps still gradually faded away.

He can't hear.

The footsteps became softer and quieter, until finally, boy K couldn't hear anything.

……

Xu Guangbo held up the flashlight and shook it on his face.Yin Tong saw him smile, with a superficial smile, as if mocking some disgusting truth.

He said, "Boy K is dead."

"It's a pity, someone could have saved him."