Infinite spooky game

Chapter 171 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Seventeen) "Good children don't want to eat but can only eat dirt."

At 7:50, Ms. Medina put down her chalk and left through the small door behind the blackboard without looking back. The sound of "ta da" footsteps gradually faded away, and was soon drowned out by the sound of reading one after another.

She has undoubtedly gone far away and will probably not come back anytime soon. Even so, the players still did not dare to relax. They all put on serious expressions and read the lines on the blackboard aloud.

Qiss entered the cafeteria first and sat down in the corner, receiving looks from several players. His expression did not change, and he read the English on the blackboard as if he were a good student.

He has not been to school for six years. Even when he was in school, his English scores were very poor. In addition, there was no need to use spoken English in daily life, so that when he spoke, he had a very non-standard and weird accent.

But based on his character in this dungeon, this is normal - after all, he is an aborigine who has just started learning English. What's wrong with his weird pronunciation?
The players did not become suspicious and continued to pretend to recite the text.

Not long after, Zhang Yiyu came in silently carrying a strong smell of blood, wiping her tears and looking frightened.

It's not yet the end of the morning reading. Although the players have many questions, they don't dare to ask them at this moment. They can only indicate with their eyes and recite the words absentmindedly.

Several people moved their lips and stared at the blood stains on the corners of Zhang Yiyu's lips, their eyes full of fear.

Finally, mushy dishes appeared out of thin air on the empty plates on the dining table, announcing that it was eight o'clock.

Her words sounded disorganized, but the key information was very clear. Combined with the nursery rhymes the players heard on the first day, the answer seemed to be ready to come out.

"Yes, the archives room. When I entered the archives room, I saw a lot of dirt piled at the door. I didn't know what I thought at the time, but I thought the dirt looked delicious, so I went up to eat some..." General Zhang Yiyu His head was buried lower, his voice was obviously trembling, "When I came back to my senses, I realized that my body was covered with blood; the thing in my mouth was not dirt, but... but..."

Zhang Yiyu looked panicked and shook her head repeatedly: "No... no! I didn't kill the person! I just suddenly felt very hungry and wanted to eat something, so I went out... I don't know what I was thinking at the time. I was completely Unable to control myself, I walked into the archives step by step..."

"Archives?"

"Is it possible to think that after death, dirt will appear on the body, and to become a 'good boy' one needs to eat that dirt? Isn't this rounding off cannibalism?"

The sound of reading stopped suddenly, and the players exhaled tiredly, but no one dared to move rashly.

Half an hour ago, Qisi briefly repeated to Zhang Yiyu all the techniques used to get rid of suspicion, including the tone of each sentence and the expressions needed.

Before he could speak, Zhang Yiyu seemed to realize something and timidly whispered: "Jiang... Boss Jiang, I... I seem to be cannibal..."

As soon as she said this, all the players looked at her intentionally or unintentionally, trying to see something from her.

The black-haired young man who put on the human skin mask again did not look at her, nor did he get involved in the discussion of the players. He just quietly dug into his mouth and dug vegetable paste into his mouth. His lowered eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, looking innocent and innocent. Harmful.

"Is it a corpse?" Jiang Junjue's already squinted eyes narrowed even further, "What you see is dirt, and what you eat is a corpse; or does the dirt turn into corpses as you eat it?"

She breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Qiss, who was sitting in the corner.

The players talked a lot, and their attention briefly turned away from Zhang Yiyu, turning to analyze the meaning of the nursery rhyme.

Seeing that the girl still lowered her head and had no intention of speaking, he put out the cigarette between his fingers, got up and walked over.

"What's the first line of yesterday's nursery rhyme? Good children who don't want to eat can only eat dirt. They don't want us to really eat dirt, right?"

"I don't know." Zhang Yiyu shrank her neck and started to cry again, "I really don't know that's a person... I don't know what I was thinking at the time..."

……

After Jiang Junjue entered Zhang Yiyu's house, she kept looking at her with squinted eyes.

There was a whisper of discussion. Jiang Junjue raised his hand to signal for silence, while still staring at the girl in front of him: "Did you kill someone?"

"I'm afraid the dirt in this dungeon is not simple. The guy's back was also washed with dirt yesterday, and then he died..."

Zhang Yiyu's shoulders were still shaking a little, but she also knew that she had passed the test.

Zhang Yiyu listened blankly, and when Qisi asked "Do you remember?", she shook her head as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Seeing Qisi's gaze becoming dangerous, her left hand covering the silver bracelet on her right hand, she puckered her lips and burst into tears: "It's not that I can't remember, I'm afraid that I won't perform well... I'm very stupid, When you’re nervous, you can’t do anything…”

"Is that so?" Qisi tilted his head, seeming to be thinking.

Two seconds later, he made a decision and said with a bright face: "Then you are useless. If you live like this, it is better to die as soon as possible."

There was palpable malice in the young man's words, and his smile was as bloodthirsty as a hyena torturing its prey.

The shadow of a golden leaf was suspended on his right side. The moment she noticed it, Zhang Yiyu realized that it was her soul.

Qisi raised his right hand, held the blade in his hand, and slowly tightened his fingers.

Zhang Yiyu felt as if her whole body was being grasped by an invisible hand. The hand exerted force from all directions with unquestionable strength, squeezing her tighter and tighter, almost crushing her from head to toe. Breathing seemed to be a burden, pain crawled all over her body from all angles, death was close at hand, and her thoughts were crushed into powder. She was trembling, begging incoherently, and tears burst into her face at some point.

Just when Zhang Yiyu thought she was going to die, she felt the pressure on her body relax.

Zeiss lowered his hand, and the golden leaves dissipated with a wave of his hand.

He put his hands in his pockets, smiled and said: "Very good, this is the state, keep it."

On the way back to the cafeteria, Zhang Yiyu sobbed and asked, "If I tell them this wrong information, will they be led astray?"

Qisi turned his head to look at her, as if he didn't understand: "What does that matter? I just want them all to die. After all, only dead people can't talk."

"Once the news about your cannibalism is spread, the investigation bureau must know what happened. Do you think you still have hope of freedom? Or are you willing to risk your life for the lives of these unrelated people?" future?"

Zhang Yiyu was silent.

Qisi suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled with malice: "Of course, whether they survive or not has nothing to do with me, everything depends on you. You just need to tell me what you want."

Zhang Yiyu was silent, she knew exactly what choice she would make.

After all, she is a selfish person. Although she would not take the initiative to harm others on a daily basis, when life and death are at stake, she never cares about other people's lives...

The answer was already clear, but Qisi insisted on waiting for someone to say it himself.

He was like a devil putting weights on the scales, following his instructions: "Don't look at me like that. In the end, it's all because of your poor behavior, isn't it? If you can clean up the blood stains, you can't lie again." If we pass them, they don’t have to die.”

"And now, either you live or they live, there is never the best of both worlds. I'm curious, what are your choices."

After a long silence, Zhang Yiyu bit her lips and finally said those words: "I want to live..."

"I thought, let them die."

……

"Good children need to eat dirt. Dirt is like corpses. They won't let us kill each other in the future, right?"

"Don't be so pessimistic. It may not be impossible to live together..."

"So what does the nursery rhyme mean?"

The players communicated for a while, but couldn't figure out the reason.

After talking all morning, their mouths were a little dry. They looked at the juicy dishes in front of them, and with the mentality of "having something to eat sooner or later", they all picked up their bowls and started sipping.

The taste of the food is as indescribable as yesterday's dinner, but considering that it can't kill a person, it doesn't seem so unacceptable.

At this time, the players almost all knew who made this table of dark dishes, and they all cast resentful glances at Qiss.

Qi Siruo didn't realize it and finished his portion of the meal, then walked to the sink with his bowls and chopsticks in hand to rinse them.

The sound of rushing water sounded indifferently, separating him from the players who were still dining behind him. The world seemed to go away in an instant, becoming deserted and lonely.

On the other side, Zhang Yiyu stared at the food in front of her, but she had no appetite. The feeling of fullness brought back bad memories. When she was awake, she thought of the taste of the corpse again, and her face turned pale again.

Jiang Junjue was always paying attention to her expression. When he saw her hesitating, he thought she was immersed in the psychological shadow of accidentally eating someone, so he sat down and comforted her: "Let the past go by, just treat it as a dream. You have to eat breakfast even if you don’t want to, otherwise I’m afraid it will be against the rules.”

Zhang Yiyu nodded and took small sips of food into her mouth with a grimace.

Forty minutes ago, Zeiss had ordered her to eat the rest of the body.

She asked why, and Ziss said matter-of-factly: "There is no quicklime and hydrogen peroxide here. If you eat it cleanly, it won't leave traces, right?"

She asked again: "Why don't you leave any traces?"

Ziss said: "This person's death has a little bit to do with me. In order not to cause them more trouble in thinking, I can only handle it cleanly."

Now, Zhang Yiyu only feels that the future is gloomy——

What kind of existence did she give her soul to?

(End of this chapter)