Infinite spooky game

Chapter 159 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School () "This is all the curse of the witch"

special identity? It turns out that there will be special players in this copy?

After hearing the system prompts, the players' eyes were full of consideration; a few of them even looked at their companions warily, probably wanting to judge through their expressions whether the other party was the holder of a special identity.

It is not about scarcity but about inequality. Even if the special status does not have any additional effects, just the word "special" is enough to sentence those holders to death. After all, this is a dungeon where human lives are needed to test the rules, and someone has to die.

What's more, the fact that players assigned special identities did not self-destruct in time is enough to illustrate the problem. These identities can either greatly increase the survival rate, or they are on the hostile side of most people...

Zhang Yiyu stared at the word "Witch" on the system interface, her blank brain shut down for two seconds, and she had a faint doubt: Isn't this a school copy? How could there be a witch?

But before entering the dungeon, she had just been taught a lot of knowledge by Ning Xu. Naturally, she knew that after getting the special identity, others could not detect the clues. At the moment, she continued to empty her mind and memorized three hundred Tang poems in her heart, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at Qisi who was standing at the door again.

Hey, why is it so terrifying and weird at the beginning, and why do you still pretend to be innocent and harmless?

In the silence, a hoarse female voice sounded leisurely:

[This is a land dripping with blood, and it is also a magical and strange land, where hunger, disease and killing are everywhere. 】

[They were brought here when the maple forest was lush and were buried in the land during the season when the red maple leaves were falling all over the mountains. 】

[The giant ship sailing away, the fierce battle with noisy artillery fire, and the statues of illustrious heroes rising from the ground amidst the majesty and terror. 】

[Primitive prayers, children's pain, solidified despair, the terrifying evil god descends in the wail of mosquitoes and gnats. 】

By the time the words fell, the players were already standing on a piece of black land, surrounded by an endless maple forest. The palm-shaped leaves were still tender green, crowded and overlapping, full of vitality.

A sharp-eyed female player saw clearly what was nailed to the cross and screamed.

To be honest, this Ms. Medina does not look scary, but she cannot be associated with the identity of "teacher". It would be more appropriate to call her a "witch".

Ms. Medina continued: "I hope you will abide by school rules and disciplines, accept reform seriously, and do not bring those backward habits into our school, and do not try to do some damn little tricks. If you violate the rules, you will be severely punished. punishment."

After attracting everyone's attention, she pointed to the cross tremblingly, her voice trembling: "Then... there are corpses there..."

The sound of "rustling" footsteps sounded from the forest, from far to near.

The colors of the scene are getting brighter and brighter. The bright green maple leaves, dark soil, and dark brown tree trunks seem to turn into dripping watercolor paint at any time. The chirping of insects and birds gradually became more distinct, carrying the earthy smell of fermented humus, creating a deliberate sense of reality.

As the narration recited, the gray walls faded piece by piece as if erased by an eraser, and the scene suddenly became wider.

The woman was wearing a strange costume made of black gauze. The robe that was dragged to the ground and the crooked hood covered almost every inch of her skin, leaving only a pair of hawk-like gray eyes looking at everyone.

Qis couldn't help but look at the woman a few more times.

The narration is soft and slow, like the whispers of an old grandmother by the stove. The sound of rolling phlegm mixed with it adds a bit of an eerie atmosphere, making people think of the scary fairy tales told by the witch in the forest.

For him, the title "Ms. Medina" only existed in the narration, and he was quite curious about what kind of thing this NPC who put him in solitary confinement and almost starved to death at the beginning of the dungeon was.

The weather here is quite hot and humid, and the mud underfoot is so soft that water can be squeezed out. Ferns and palms fill the gaps in the maple forest. When you look up, you can only see a large area of ​​dense green.

Ms. Medina turned her head and showed a sinister smile: "The ones nailed there are all bad boys who use witchcraft to harm others. If you have bad intentions, you will end up like this."

Other players are also looking at Ms. Medina, with obvious doubts and thoughts in their eyes. Several players opened their mouths to ask, but after noticing that their companions were as quiet as chickens, they pursed their lips and said nothing.

In the eyes of the players as if facing a formidable enemy, a skinny woman walked step by step to the center of the crowd.

She turned her back to the players and walked slowly towards the depths of the maple forest. The players did not dare to neglect and followed her one after another.

She seems to be very old. Her skin hangs down in layers like curtains. She can almost twist it with her fingers. Her voice is hoarse and slurred: "Welcome to Red Maple Leaf Boarding School. I am your teacher. You can call me Ms. Medina.”

Ms. Medina seemed very satisfied with this, and her voice softened: "Come with me. The classmates have prepared a welcome ceremony for you in the auditorium."

None of the players made a sound. Zeiss observed their expressions and decisively gave up asking questions such as "What are the school rules?"

The maple trees on both sides became sparse as we moved forward. Looking around, we could see several gray crosses standing in the distance, with something seemingly nailed to them.

Witchcraft... Does this copy have such a magical setting?

The players silently wrote down the information and kept saying "no".

Ms. Medina nodded with satisfaction, turned back and continued to move forward: "As long as you don't violate school rules, I won't make things difficult for you. Be obedient and be a good child, and you will always survive."

This sounds a bit weird, but the players don't dare to ask more questions for fear of being imprisoned for no reason.

The group of people walked slowly in silence, and after walking for a while, a four-story concrete building came into view, which should be the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School.

This building has very few windows, only two on the first floor, and it looks dark from the outside, like an eye socket without an eyeball. The iron door was wide open, revealing a bottomless black hole, making the building look like a monster with its mouth wide open.

The sky was clear, and although the sun could not be seen, the blue color was enough to illustrate it. But the strange thing is that the entire cement building is horrifyingly dark, as if separated from the surrounding environment by an invisible barrier, occupying a space of loneliness and forgetfulness.

The players unanimously slowed down their steps and followed Ms. Medina into the building. After seeing the scene inside, their breaths froze.

I saw a hundred skinny children standing in several rows, each wearing a dusty school uniform, staring straight in the direction of the door, with cloudy and lifeless eyes that did not look like they belonged to a living person.

In the dim light on the first floor, the children's faces were all gloomy, resembling the portraits on the tombstones, or the tomb itself.

When all the players stood still on the flat floor, the children chanted nursery rhymes in unison:

“A good boy who doesn’t want to eat can only eat dirt.

The bad boy's body is covered with poisonous mushrooms.

Gods grow in rotten vegetables,

Yellow flowers bloomed on the bedside of the deceased.

After the day when the yellow butterfly flew,

Everyone died and was buried in the earth.

The children's graves are barren of grass,

It's all a witch's curse. "

Every sentence in the nursery rhyme is inexplicably weird, combined with the children's half-dead tone, like a vicious curse or a prophecy of disaster.

While reciting the last sentence, all the children moved their eyes and scanned every player, as if they were sure that the "witch" who cast the curse and brought disaster was among the players.

As soon as Qisi entered the flat floor, he retreated to the corner, put his hands behind his back, and hid under the shadow.

He casually pulled out the tape recorder from the toolbar and recorded the nursery rhymes.

——No matter if it is useful or not, save it first and then talk about it.

The children only recited the nursery rhyme once and then stopped, and the specific words were not refreshed on the system interface. A few players didn't hear it clearly or take note of it, so they couldn't help but look panicked and suppressed it, pretending to be calm and calm.

Ms. Medina made a gesture, and a child dragged a huge cardboard box from the corner and pushed it in front of the players.

"Please change into your uniform before dinner. At Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, you must wear your uniform."

The players have known this rule for a long time, and they did not dare to neglect it at this moment. They hurried forward to open the carton, grabbed the clothes from inside and put them on without looking.

In the chaos, Ziss quietly walked up to Ms. Medina, lowered his head and said, "Ms. Medina, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me."

Ms. Medina was stunned for a moment, her small eyes looking up and down at Qiss, as if she was recalling the cause and effect.

After a while, she finally remembered the identity of the person in front of her and said coldly: "No. 47, why did you come out of the solitary room without permission? Did I allow you to come out?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come out without your permission. As long as you can calm down, you can punish me in any way..." Qisi quickly substituted his experience of dealing with teachers in junior high school, pretending to be silent, and his voice became louder and louder. The coming is getting lighter and lighter, "But... I haven't eaten for three days. If I don't eat anymore, I will starve to death..."

Ms. Medina's little eyes narrowed, sparkling with inquiry, but her voice was still cold: "So, you ran out without my consent?"

"Ms. Medina, please believe me again. I just want to ask a gentleman to help me tell you that I already know that I am wrong, but that gentleman insists on taking me with him..." Qisi raised his finger. Referring to Chen Lidong, who was mixed in the crowd and was struggling to put on his school uniform, his voice was sincere and aggrieved, "That gentleman said he was a philanthropist and came to inspect our school on behalf of the Aboriginal Love Foundation. He also said that he would Everything you do is reported..."

Ms. Medina turned her head and stared at Chen Lidong in the crowd, with a trace of obvious cruelty in her eyes.

She looked at Qiss again and asked, "You didn't say anything to him that shouldn't be said, right?"

"No." Zeiss shook his head, "I told him I didn't remember anything."

Medina looked into Qiss's eyes and grinned: "Very good, you didn't lie this time, I will reward you well."

Qisi keenly sensed something was wrong, and then listened to the NPC's verdict: "Today, instead of No. 16, go to the kitchen to help cook."

Qisi was silent and wanted to ask: "Are you sure?"

"Why, aren't you willing?" Ms. Medina frowned, looking like she was about to have an attack.

Qiss could only show a flattered smile: "Thank you, Ms. Medina! I will definitely do a good job!"

On the other side, the players have finished distributing school uniforms.

There are only twenty-eight pieces of school uniforms. A small mixed-race boy was holding the corner of his clothes angrily and looking towards Qisi because he didn't get any clothes.

He was undoubtedly eyeing the school uniform on Qisi, but Qisi and Ms. Medina were too glued to each other to make a move.

Chiss noticed his coveting gaze and gave him a gentle smile, which seemed extremely provocative under the circumstances.

Mixed race boy:...Fuck! This NPC is so annoying!

Ms. Medina walked over and glanced at the players coldly: "Today is the first day. I'm sorry you have just arrived here. I won't punish you for violating school rules. You can move around freely and get familiar with this place—— I won’t be so good-tempered tomorrow.”

After she finished speaking, she walked towards the depths of the floor. The children who lined up in a square line to recite children's songs also scattered, disappearing into the gaps like ghosts.

Qisi knew that he was an "NPC without human rights" and quickly followed Ms. Medina.

The latter stopped, turned around and ordered: "No. 47, you stay here and teach the new classmates the rules. After the sun goes down, someone will take you to the kitchen."

Zeiss: "Okay, Ms. Medina!"

With Ms. Medina's words, at least the players no longer dare to attack him at will.

Chiss didn't know any of the rules of Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, and he also knew that the more lies he told, the easier they would be exposed.

Under the expectant eyes of all the players, he read the nursery rhyme that the children had read before again, and solemnly said: "All the rules are in it, please be sure to remember it."

No one dared to neglect, and several players who had not heard the nursery rhymes clearly before borrowed pens from each other and wrote them down on the palms of their hands.

After memorizing it, they were confused: What on earth is this nursery rhyme about? Where are the rules?

Old God Qisi was leaning against the door, dutifully acting as an NPC who had completed his mission and entered the standby state.

The players had witnessed his "closeness" to Ms. Medina, and they did not dare to step forward and ask more about school rules.

As the most famous and senior player among everyone, Jiang Junjue took up the responsibility of a leader at the right time. He announced with a pair of sleepy eyes: "This dungeon, I have discovered several things that are wrong..."

Players gathered one after another, but Chen Lidong had no intention of joining in the fun.

When he saw Qiss standing alone, he immediately approached and asked in a low voice: "47, have you told anyone else about my identity?"

Since Ms. Medina is not a human being, Zis shook his head honestly: "No. Mr. Chen, what's wrong?"

Chen Lidong breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly: "If someone asks you who I am, just say you don't know. Do you remember?"

Qisi raised his eyelids and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "But... I know that Mr. Chen, you are not only a philanthropist, but also an observer of the Aboriginal Love Foundation..."

"Anyway, just follow what I teach." Chen Lidong hurriedly interrupted Qisi, "Don't call me 'Mr. Chen' outside, just call me 'Brother Chen.'"

Seemingly realizing that his tone was wrong, he added: "I have a grudge against some of them. Once my identity is exposed, I will die. I have helped you before, and you don't want me to be killed by them, right?" ?”

Qisi nodded obediently: "I understand, Brother Chen..."

He paused and then asked worriedly: "Brother Chen, who do you have a grudge against? I don't know if I can help..."

"This is none of your business. Just protect yourself." Chen Lidong waved his hands in a pretentious manner, finally feeling relieved.

Zhou Datong, who knows his identity, is one of his own, and the NPC named "47" is also a sensible and reciprocal character. He is also quite confident in his expression management.

Unless he takes the initiative to show off his cards, how can other players know his identity?

Qisi looked at Chen Lidong, who was determined, and smiled with a crooked smile.

He has basically determined that his "bad boy" and Chen Lidong's "philanthropist" both have special identities.

There is also at least one special identity that was loaded after he reunited with the players, and he also has suspicions about this.

——47 is just a weak, pitiful and helpless NPC, what bad intentions can he have?

——47 just wants to help players eliminate barriers and enhance trust.

(End of this chapter)