dramatic death

Chapter 112 The bird in the cage

At 8:35 in the morning, in the 335 dormitory, Dong Tiantian made a 2 with his fingers.

"At this point, this should be the second point of disagreement."

Yin Tong tapped the development of the incident written in the notebook with the tip of the pen, and drew a circle on "19:00".

He said: "According to what you said, the first point of disagreement is: did you talk to the three classmates who 'should not be at this time and at this place', that is, the traditional question of 'have you seen a ghost'?" Question. So what's the second point of disagreement? Did it stop Cheng Mingque from starting the game?"

Dong Tiantian shook his head.

He poured the remaining potato chips in the bag into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks while chewing and folded the plastic bag into small square pieces, turned around and took a sip of water, then tightened the cap of the bottle and pressed it down with the body of the bottle That neat little piece of junk.

"Usually when a club starts its activities, who should be the first to speak?" He smiled, "Well, even if this question is too difficult, in fact the game has already given hints," Dong Tiantian asked He gestured for the position on his chest, "——it's right in front of you."

Yin Tong was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Dong Tiantian's expression that should be taken for granted, and couldn't help laughing and complaining for himself: "You want to talk about the numbers on the post-it notes? I thought they had some specific meaning, such as the date of birth and death or the file number. Yes, it turned out to be a speaking order after a long time? Don’t be like this, if it’s really that simple, this game is too unfriendly to players who tend to think too much.”

Dong Tiantian also laughed, and said: "This set of numbers is indeed not just a sequence of speeches. If you look through them again in our activity room, you will find that they do have other meanings."

"Like?"

"It's Tarot." Maybe because he couldn't understand Dong Tiantian's tantalizing tone, An Qi interrupted their conversation.He took the notebook in Yintong's hand and drew a few numbers where he wrote his name.

Xu Guangbo - "2", The High Priestess

Wen Qiu - "5", Pope (The Hierophant)

An Qi - "6", Lovers (Thelovers)

Christie - "12", The Hanged Man

Ke Xinyu - "14", Temperance

Cheng Mingque - "15", The Devil

Dong Tian Tian - "17", The Star (The Star)

Ke Xinyan - "18", The Moon

Yang Xu - "19", The Sun

And Yin Tong - "0", The Fool (fool)

"When new members join the club, they will draw a tarot card from Cheng Mingque." An Qi stopped writing and handed the notebook back to Yintong. "At that time, the saying was 'destiny' or something. I remember the specifics. I don't know, the rules are determined by you, you can ask Cheng Mingque later. But these cards are true, if the GM who made the game is someone related to us, or knows about us, use this order It’s not too strange to make a fuss.”

"What happened between us?" Yin Tong asked, "We killed Christie?"

"We didn't kill Christie." Dong Tiantian interrupted him.

The scene setting of Hakoniwa Online has always been fixed on a foggy day, so no matter what time the time stays, it is always groggy outside the window.The winter sun was shining through the window frame and landed on the floor in the center of the dormitory. Yin Tong looked up at Dong Tiantian who was next to the desk opposite him. He was sitting in the shadow of the sun, with a rare haze on his face. .

"We didn't kill her," he repeated, crossing his chest. "Although my memory is not very good, I still remember clearly whether I killed someone. I don't know what you experienced in the dungeon, but Yintong, remember clearly, we have never killed anyone."

"...I thought it was An Qi who chopped off her head?"

"But she lived again later, and still"

Dong Tiantian's voice stopped abruptly.

He was like a puppet nailed to a chair, with his head raised and tongue gaping, maintaining a strange posture.The air stopped flowing, and time stopped flowing, as if someone outside the current space pressed the "pause button", so that everything was frozen in the "frame" (Hako Garden).

Yin Tong stiffened his neck, his eyes fixed on Dong Tiantian.He couldn't move any part of his body, even the blood stopped flowing.

Then at this instant, something twisted slightly.

A huge eye that couldn't even be contained by the window frame appeared outside, peered in, peered at them, and blinked slowly.

Its eye feathers closed and opened, but it was so quiet that there was not even a sound.Yin Tong only felt that Dong Tiantian in front of him seemed to be distorted for a moment, as if something had been pulled away.

Then time flows again.

He seemed to be spit out from the frozen time, and the whole person regained the right to breathe.He heard the sound of the tip of the pen falling on the paper, and An Qi turned his head in his vision, watching him blink blankly.

"...If the GM who made the game is someone related to us, or knows about our affairs, it's not too strange to make a fuss in this order," An Qi paused, and asked tentatively, "Tongtong?"

He didn't say anything, he hesitated for a while and suddenly threw away the notebook in his hand and hugged Yin Tong.He combed the broken hair at the back of Yin Tong's head like coaxing a child, and pressed his other hand on the back of his neck, trying to warm his cool skin with his body temperature.

"It's okay," he sighed softly, "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here."

During the interval of hugging, Yintong looked at Dong Tiantian at the other end of the room from the corner of his eye.

He still maintained the posture just now, with his arms folded on his chest, with an "unbearable" expression on his face, while tapping the ground with his feet, he muttered impatiently: "...There is no end, can you wait for me to finish telling the story Do you want to develop feelings again?"

His irritability was very real, as if he had never experienced the "freeze frame" just now.Yin Tong broke away from An Qi's hug and tried to ask again, but before the words he wanted to say rolled out of his tongue, he saw Dong Tian Tian raising his hand, frowning and rubbing the stiff back of his neck.

a bit.

Twice.

It's like there's pain in his twisted parts.

"Tongtong?" Yintong heard An Qi calling him again.

He opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sound from his throat. At first there were two unconscious murmurs, and then his thoughts straightened out, and he continued to speak without hindrance.

"But it's too strict," Yin Tong pursed her lips and slowly shook her head, "I mean, forcing all players to have knowledge of Tarot cards is too high a threshold for the game. How do you let other people play?"

"Others naturally have other people's ways of playing," Dong Tiantian interrupted him: "If the player keeps silent, the right to speak will be handed over to 'Yin Tong' (NPC) after a certain period of time; Quoting the scriptures, naturally you can play a different ending. But people have given you a reminder, you can’t say that the GM didn’t give you a chance to play a standard TE.”

"So I thought about it for a while, because I was afraid that Mr. Xiaoyin would lose his memory, and he didn't say anything when he got the right to speak." Dong Tiantian took the strength to lean back on the back of the chair, and smiled mockingly, "You are always cautious, then Eighty percent are still observing the situation. The one next to you is not necessarily the case, even if his memory is complete, he will not willingly follow the plot."

"What did classmate An do? Do you dare to chat with us?"

Yin Tong looked at An Qi following Dong Tiantian's line of sight, the young boy sitting beside him trembled slightly, his smoky eyes sneaked a glance at him, he murmured for a while, but he didn't know what kind of resolution he had made.

"I borrowed the safety ax in the corridor," he pursed his lips, and glanced at Yin Tong again, "It's only a short while, and I'll return it when I'm done using it."

Dong Tiantian laughed: "Isn't that right? It takes 3 minutes per person on average, and it takes less than half an hour for your little one to collect all the staff. Isn't it 'put it back in a while'?"

"..." Yin Tong gasped, tilted his head and asked softly, "Half an hour?"

An Qi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to speak. Finally, after hesitating for a while, he said: "There is still half an hour."

Dong Tiantian never thinks it's a big deal to watch the excitement, and it's even more refreshing to be able to use this to make An Qi feel miserable.He looked at Yin Tong and then at An Qi, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of mineral water, but the joy in his chest hadn't passed, when he heard the child An from the opposite side say: "I hit BE."

"I even cut Christie."

Dong Tiantian almost performed washing the floor in public.

While frantically screwing on the bottle cap, he lowered his head and coughed for a while.Yin Tong looked at his embarrassed appearance, and at An Qi's "poor" face, and felt that he was one head and two big, and his whole body was covered with "pressure".

"Okay..." He sighed, "And then?"

"Then...then?" An Qi recalled for a while with blank eyes, and said uncertainly, "Then, Christie twisted and said harsh words, and I, came back?"

Fine……

Yin Tong tried to define the word "distortion" in his mind, but only made up a bunch of weird Cthulhu images.He really couldn't think of what An Qi did to Christie, and he didn't have the energy to delve into the extent to which the child's force value was against the sky. He just complained about his own force value in his heart, feeling that "the strong are the ones who are different from others." different".

He patted An Qi on the shoulder, trying to express the meaning of "Young man, you are very good" with practical actions.However, An Qi didn't seem to understand his eyes, but a blush rose on his cheeks, and he didn't know where his thoughts went.

It's really hard to take care of children these days.

Yin Tong sighed in his heart, turned around and faced Dong Tiantian's question.

Dong, who was temporarily washing the floor at the desk, had already recovered from the shock, propped his forehead, drooped his head, and there was a sense of "decadent" frustration all over his body.Yin Tong coughed lightly, trying to get back to the topic of going off track, he said: "Dong Xiaotian, wake up, your story hasn't finished yet? Then what did you do, you just yelled at the NPC Cheng Mingque" Don't force me'?"

"It's not that I don't have it," Dong Tiantian murmured with his head drooping, "It would be great if I could take them away with a murderous weapon, but unfortunately I only dare to shout, 'Shut up, let me force you '."

At 19:04, only a dim yellow flashlight was lit in the dark activity room.

Dong Tiantian sneered the moment Cheng Mingque finished speaking, and said, "What are you thinking, Jiaqueer? Mr. Xiaoyin hasn't spoken yet. When is it your turn to play whatever you want?"

Cheng Mingque froze for a moment, his face reflected in the warm light was a little weirdly distorted.He stared at Dong Tiantian expressionlessly for a long while with his eyes closed, and suddenly the corner of his mouth grinned, revealing a sweet and lovely smile.

"Boss Yin, do you have anything to say?"

The person he was talking to was Yin Tong, but his eyes were still fixed on Dong Tiantian. His dark pupils were like hair balls in the sewer, with a hint of disgusting filth.

Cheng Mingque seemed to be protesting, but Dong Tiantian didn't like it at all.He got up and walked around the meeting table, snatched the flashlight from Cheng Mingque's hand, and patted it on the table in front of Yintong with a "slap".

"say."

The dim halo submerged the dust in the air, silently disappearing in the turbid darkness.

Dong Tiantian stood behind Yintong, looking up, he could only see vague figures beside the conference table.They were silent and stiff in the quiet activity room, their slender necks were twisted, and they all looked in Dong Tiantian's direction at the same time.

Including Yintong in front of him.

Dong Tiantian's eyelashes drooped slightly, holding the flashlight, he stretched out his hand to support Yin Tong's chin, and pushed his head back which was almost folded in half.

"It's your turn." He turned the flashlight upside down on the table, illuminating a small piece of fabric on Yintong's chest.

He said, "Mr. Xiaoyin, it's your turn to speak."