Infinite spooky game

Chapter 177 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-three) "He never replied"

The content of Ms. Medina's lectures is English. If Shang Qingbei were here, he might be a little interested; but unfortunately, most of the players who are still alive are past the age where they need to take the English test.

They were either restless or restless, but they still had to pretend to be paying attention to the lecture in front of the NPC, which was simply miserable.

Fortunately, at eleven o'clock sharp, a harsh bell rang on time, announcing the end of class.

Medina gathered all the players into the corridor and glanced at everyone's face with a cold gaze: "I know that many of you didn't have a good rest last night, and you slipped out of the dormitory while I wasn't paying attention. ——Whoever did this knows it for himself.”

Seeing this faction settling accounts, the players all held their breaths and waited anxiously for the judgment to come. A few people with poor psychological quality were already trembling in a daze.

Ms. Medina seemed to be satisfied with the players' fear, her gray eyes narrowed slightly: "Of course, I keep my word, and I can forgive all your violations on the first day. But there is a bad boy who took my things, He hasn’t come back yet, and this bad behavior must be punished.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a small player in the crowd burst out with an exclamation. Everyone looked in response and saw that a large yellow flower suddenly bloomed on his chest, spitting out the stamens vigorously and enthusiastically, and flowed down like a waterfall.

He howled in pain and fell backwards to the ground, rolling and twitching. There were constant yellow flowers being crushed by him, but soon more flowers bloomed from the corpse of the flower, covering him with broken petals and intact stamens, and climbing in all directions.

The few people closest to it seemed to have woken up from a dream and quickly stepped aside, fearing that they would be contaminated by this weird plant. Soon, there was only an open space full of yellow flowers left near the fallen player.

Ms. Medina in this school has no solution, and her actions have no rules at all; which players to deal with and which players to let go all depend on mood...

Some players recognized it. It was the letter that Jiang Junjue claimed to have copied from Ms. Medina's office.

They looked at each other, and some of them had some suspicions, looking at Jiang Junjue who once again held the cigarette butt between his fingers.

It wasn't until the people on the ground were completely silent that Ms. Medina walked over, groped among the flowers on the corpse, and grabbed a few pieces of yellowed letter paper.

Seeing that Jiang Junjue remained silent, the man with earrings became even more unreasonable and unforgiving: "We respect you as a veteran player in Tingfeng Guild, so we chose to trust you and follow your arrangements, not to let you treat us as fools and use us wantonly. of……"

"There is another bad boy who burned down the archives. It's unforgivable! Although some people have been punished for this, I know that he is not the real culprit." Ms. Medina stared at everyone's eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice. Said, "I already know the answer to who did it, but I hope you can report him and catch him!"

At this moment, he spoke eloquently: "You had long expected that something would happen if you carried those letters with you, so you put them on the third floor and asked us to go up and read them together. You lied to us and said those letters were copied. Didn't you tell us earlier? Are you just trying to find a scapegoat to bear Ms. Medina’s punishment on your behalf?”

Ms. Medina looked around and couldn't find the culprit in the crowd, so she shook her head in disappointment.

The players were looked at with viper-like eyes, and most of them did not dare to move rashly, but a few of them cast suspicious glances at Zhang Yiyu. At present, the only ones who have clearly been to the archives alone are her and the dead Nobuhiro Yamakawa.

The sudden death point did not give anyone time to react. The players stood aside stiffly and watched as the unlucky ghost's struggles became weaker and weaker, his voice became softer and softer, and he was gradually drowned by the flowers.

The stud earring man and the dead little man were roommates.

You know, the rules never say that players are not allowed to take things in the office...

[Important NPC Ms. Medina has been infected with "Insomnia", and the copy is about to enter a new stage]

Now it seems that Jiang Junjue lied. These letters have not gone through the copying process at all, they are originals!

"Jiang Junjue, what do you mean?" The young man wearing earrings took the lead in attacking Jiang Junjue.

He was still struggling relentlessly. As more and more flowers bloomed on his chest, it became difficult for him to even move. He could only tremble his limbs and let out breathless moans.

"Between eleven o'clock and twelve noon, there is free time. At twelve o'clock, everyone will gather in the cafeteria on time." She dropped a word and walked away with the letter.

It wasn't until her footsteps disappeared in the corridor that the players relaxed a little, and the sound of breathing sounded one after another in the silence, with the feeling of joy of surviving the disaster.

Jiang Junjue took off the cigarette from his mouth with two fingers and silently clamped it to his ear. The players all looked at him vaguely, waiting for his explanation.

A cold system prompt interrupted his words, and loading progress bars popped up on all players' system interfaces without warning.

[New rules are loading...scenes are being updated...]

Amidst a series of irritating busy tones, Jiang Junjue dropped the cigarette butt in his hand and faintly uttered three words: "Success."

He looked around at everyone around him and explained calmly: "Judging from the situation in the bathroom yesterday, you should have discovered that germs can be transmitted through contact with the soil on the patient's body. The letters I found in the office are well preserved and contain a great amount of information. Big, it should be very important to Ms. Medina. In other words, once she finds that the letter is lost, she will definitely find ways to find it back."

"So, after I realized that I was sick, I wiped some dirt from my body on those letters. Of course, at that time, I didn't know that this disease was called 'insomnia', I just thought it would drag down hostile NPCs. It gives us some advantages.”

Having said this, Jiang Junjue looked at the indignant man with earrings and sighed apologetically: "I tell you that those letters were copied by me, and I didn't mean to harm any of you. I'm just afraid that someone will do it in Mei. When Ms. Dina asked, she would report me to her out of fear. I had to protect my own safety first, so I had no choice but to conceal some of the facts."

"As for the little comrade's death because of this, it was completely unexpected. How could I have imagined before that someone would secretly carry something that was casually placed under the floor?"

There was nothing wrong with this statement. Although the players still had doubts, they did not continue to worry about it.

In the corridor, the already bleak scene became even dimmer, with dark water stains seeping between the corners of the walls and the cracks in the floor, and tiny mushroom-like plants growing darkly.

The air is filled with the thick smell of rotting plants, mixed with the smell of fermented disinfectant water, weaving the shadow of disease and death.

On the system interface, new lines of prompt text were refreshed, accompanied by a cold narration:
[Loading has been completed and the copy has opened a new stage]

[After the last aborigine in the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School was also infected, Mr. Tolson made the decision to seal off the school to prevent the spread of the disease. 】

[Yes, the historical Red Maple Leaf Boarding School experienced a massacre on June 6 that left no evidence, and was labeled an "accident" for a long time. 】

[From today's perspective, this massacre may be an unforgivable crime against humanity; but it is undeniable that the death of the patient did effectively curb the spread of the disease and saved a large area of ​​innocent land. 】

[Of course, there are still fish that slipped through the net during the massacre. There is a lucky child who escaped from the cruel hell on earth - who among you could he be? 】

[Task time limit has been triggered]

【任务时间：5天12时49分】副本内的时间是6月2日11点11分，也就是说，在6月8日零点整，大部分人都会如档案记录的那样死去，只有一个人能借由保底死亡人数机制活下来……

The countdown to life hung above their heads like the Sword of Damocles. The players' faces were all ugly, and they all cast resentful glances at Jiang Junjue.

Jiang Junjue, on the other hand, looked indifferent and stood weakly, as if the life and death of others had nothing to do with him.

The text on the system interface is still refreshing:

[The main mission has been updated, and replaceable missions have been added]

[Main mission (optional): Configure enough potion to cure everyone's "insomnia"]

[Mission scene has been updated]

[There will be more unwilling ghosts resurrected in this land of death. Some of them are malicious to everyone, and some are willing to provide some help.]

At this point, the players realized that the new stage seemed dangerous, but in fact "danger and opportunity coexisted", and their dissatisfaction was immediately swept away.

The situation has not gotten worse, it can even be said to have improved a lot.

After the first day of exploration, valuable clues have been almost exhausted. The introduction of new scenes and NPCs can undoubtedly provide more clues, which is the fulcrum to break the game.

Besides the original almost impossible task, there are other options.

If you can't kill Ms. Medina, you can try another task, which is to prepare a medicine to cure the disease.

Chen Lidong spoke at the right time: "I opened the two small rooms at the end of the corridor. There are aboriginal documents piled in one room, which may be helpful. But those documents cannot be taken out and cannot be understood."

"If you can't bring it out, just make a copy. If you don't understand, you can ask." Jiang Junjue half-squinted his eyes and resumed his lazy tone, "There will definitely be many aboriginal ghosts coming out by then. There are always some. Literate…”

As if to confirm his words, several human figures loomed in the shadows of the corridor. The edges of the water stains became clearer and clearer, gradually condensing into the outline of a thin child.

The clear children's voice echoed one after another in the corridor. If you listen carefully, you can hear two conversations one after the other.

"Those people are coming tomorrow. I heard that they are also infected and want to arrest us for treatment..."

"Are they suffering from insomnia too?"

"I don't know. I only eavesdropped on a few words. If I'm caught eavesdropping, I'll be put in solitary confinement."

"I'm so scared, I don't want to be taken away... Those children who were taken to the fourth floor never came back..."

"Hush - Ms. Medina said that as long as we don't do anything unnecessary, we won't be arrested. They only arrest bad boys who use witchcraft."

"Hehe! I don't know witchcraft, and I'm not a bad boy! Let them arrest the real bad boy!"

The voice gradually became softer, and no specific words could be heard in the subsequent words.

Zhou Datong didn't understand and asked: "Isn't 'insomnia' generally only infecting aboriginal people? I wonder if those philanthropists are not aboriginal people. What diseases do they treat? What does it have to do with aboriginal people?"

This is also a question that most people have, and there are no clues that can point to an accurate answer.

Jiang Junjue was silent for a moment and pointed forward: "Go to those two small rooms first."

The group of people marched toward the end of the corridor. Although many of their companions had died, the formation of eighteen people was impressive enough.

Zhang Yiyu quietly let herself fall to the end of the team. From the corner of her eye, she saw the shadowy figures on both sides. She shuddered, but still gritted her teeth and retreated step by step, carefully breaking away from the large group.

After retreating all the way to the stairs, and making sure that no one would stop her, she quickened her pace and trotted downstairs.

From the end of get out of class to now, she has been transmitting real-time information from the players to Qiss every moment, but from beginning to end, she has not received any response from Qiss.

Every word she spoke was like pebbles thrown into a swamp, disappearing silently.

She suspected that Qiss had died in the coffin, but the [Evil God Follower] logo on the system interface gave her a glimmer of hope. The effects of skills are still continuing, and players with corresponding skills may still have room for survival.

But she soon thought of another possibility. Qiss was just an agent of the evil god. After signing the contract with her, she believed in the evil god, not Qiss. In other words, even if Qiss dies, she will not lose her status as a "believer"...

Zhang Yiyu only hates that she is too weak and is a [pseudoman] with no other use than being able to sense strange things.

Even if she were stronger, she could directly challenge other players without having to wait for Qiss's help; no matter how bad it was, she could still determine Qiss's life and death remotely.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Zhang Yiyu asked Qisi over and over whether she should continue to follow the players to find clues, or take the opportunity to fish him out of the coffin.

No results, no response, just silence.

Without further orders, Zhang Yiyu could only use her own common sense to analyze.

It is known that the players will copy the clues and bring them out, and she will get a rough idea sooner or later; and Qiss requires her to open the coffin as soon as possible. The later she is, the lower the probability of Qiss's survival will be.

——It is safer for her to strictly implement the predetermined orders.

At this point, Zhang Yiyu completely convinced herself, suppressed her fear of ghosts, and walked step by step towards the cemetery to the east.

(End of this chapter)