dramatic death

Chapter 111 Ghost

After Dong Tiantian said this, he was stunned. He didn't think about saying this at first. He intended to continue the plot and follow the rules of the novice guide to finish the retreat step by step.Hakoniwa Online is basically a game background set according to their past experience, and the white card used as a reminder is written - "The past can't be changed". No high-difficulty copy will be played.

But when he spoke, he really didn't think too much, as soon as the tip of his tongue became bald, he began to complain, and he felt ashamed and flustered when he said the words, but the acid water in his stomach kept gushing, and tears were still pouring into his eyes queue.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he was not so sentimental in the past, but now no matter what he did, the blood-stained watch would always appear in front of him, as if he was still nestled in Wen Qiu's arms, still in that car. In the twisted suspension car, the air was filled with the smell of dirty blood.

Can you still live after being injured like that?

Dong Tiantian knew in his heart that the Wen Qiu he was looking for might not be there anymore.

He knew it, but he didn't want to admit it.

Looking at Wen Qiu's appearance, he felt embarrassed.The teacher Wen three years ago is not a good parent three years later. This person has not been through the wind and rain, and still has a lot of innocence that is not familiar with the world.

He said, "Student Dong, you stopped asking me."

"If you ask me to explain whether human nature is inherently evil or human nature is good, I think I may have to prepare a lesson first. But if all you want to ask is the troubles we have experienced, I can only say that it is not time to give up."

Wen Qiu stood up from the chair, stretched out his hand to press Dong Tiantian's head and rubbed it.He said: "I don't know where you come from, and I don't know what happened to you. But no matter when I am, I should only tell you an answer."

"If you've done something wrong, correct it; if you've done nothing wrong, move forward with your head held high."

"Time never stops, and there is no point in dwelling on the past."

Dong Tiantian reached out and grabbed his sleeve, he said: "But if I don't stick to the past, how will I know what to do next?"

"So don't stop," Wen Qiu smiled, "'Searching' is also a kind of progress, and 'exploring' is also a kind of progress. A person's life is always moving forward. As you walk, you will find , you have your answer."

"But I'm too tired." Dong Tiantian said.

"But you want it." Wen Qiu knelt down and looked him in the eyes, "If you want it, don't stop if you don't want it."

There are always many things in this world that will not be answered for a while.

But the answer that does not exist now may be born in the future.

Dong Tiantian clutched the sleeve in his hand and smiled suddenly.

He said, "Comrade Wenqiu, let's play a game."

……

The first dungeon started at 18:45 in the evening. The teaching and research room where Wen Qiu is currently located is on the right hand side of the second floor, less than 3 minutes away from the guard room.

"It's 18:50 in the evening now," Dong Tiantian calculated the time with the watch on his wrist, and pulled Wen Qiu's sleeve to walk outside the teaching and research room, "If I remember correctly, we should be at 7:00 today. Before that, get the key to the guard room and go to the activity classroom on the fifth floor."

Wen Qiu nodded: "Time is really tight. Can't it be delayed, or a little later?"

Dong Tiantian dragged Wen Qiu into the stairwell, and jumped down the stairs almost three steps at a time.He ran very fast, barely stopping under his feet, leaning in with his elbows on the half-open window of the guard room, pulled out the key, and shook his head while running back.

"It's better not," Dong Tiantian threw the key to Wen Qiu, still panting, "One minute late may change the ending, I don't have Mr. Xiaoyin's ability to adapt to changes, and you don't understand the situation, just guess I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Wen Qiu nodded and said: "It is indeed the safest step by step, but," he grabbed Dong Tiantian's arm and dragged him back abruptly, "Since the space we are in is a copy of the game, then you don't need to save a file ?"

说话间他们已经爬上了三楼，18:56，距离董天天定下的19:00还剩不到4分钟。

The afterglow of the evening fell on the endless stairs, and the dim sunlight reflected the tiny ups and downs in the air.Dong Tiantian breathed calmly and looked back at Wen Qiu's eyes, he said: "Okay, the bathroom on the fifth floor, wait for me for a while."

He hasn't used the archive mechanism of Hakoniwa Online yet.

He does not need to save files for the novice teaching. After all, the escape is not a suspense at all, and it is a typical road version of American horror movies.The accelerating levitation car and screaming zombies will not provide Dong Tiantian with a mirror for archiving. The overwhelming garbage makes him not in the mood to get off the car at all. He spent the entire novice teaching in the car, carrying Fleeing with a broken gun, he almost had a nervous breakdown and collapsed himself.

The game Hakoniwa Online is simply inhumane.

After Dong Tiantian saved the file at the end of the corridor where the activity room was located, he once again strengthened his determination to kill the GM if he had the chance.

With less than a minute left until 19:00, he and Wen Qiu stood at the end of the corridor where the rest of the NPCs could already be seen, exchanging glances and sighing.Teacher Wen has always been good at observing words and expressions. Seeing his terrible expression, he knew that there was nothing good in the save point. It just so happened that Dong Tiantian thought he was clumsy, and he really couldn't define the rabbit in the mirror for a while - saying that it looked like The mascot of the shopping mall, but other people's mascots are much cuter than it; it looks like a ghost doll, but there is nothing scary about it, it's just as black as an unsub.

"The aesthetics of horror games have become more and more strange recently." Dong Tiantian muttered in a low voice.

Wen Qiu turned his head to glance at him, then turned his gaze back to the "little partner" at the end of the corridor.

He nodded, and responded softly: "Indeed," he reached out and patted Dong Tiantian's shoulder, and muttered, "Do you still remember the details of the meeting?"

Dong Tiantian followed his gaze to the door of the activity room, his gaze froze on the nine strange figures.

"I remember," he said, after a pause, then repeated, "I remember."

……

"Mr. Xiaoyin guess what's wrong?" Dong Tiantian stopped talking, smiled and blinked at Yintong.

His voice sounded a bit mocking, as if he was about to laugh in the next second.Yin Tong stopped taking notes and let out a long breath, looking at the ink stains left by the nib of the pen penetrating through the paper, he felt so angry that his heart, liver and lungs ached.

"The number of people is wrong," he wrote while reading, and suddenly laughed angrily, "There should be only 8 real participants in this meeting: you, me, An Qi, Wen Qiu, Cheng Mingque, Yang Xu, Ke Xinyu, Xu Guangbo."

"But now there are three more," Yin Tong drew a cross on the three names, "Ke Xinyan, Christie, and Su Xiao. That is to say."

He looked up at Dong Tiantian.

On the other side of the room, Dong Tiantian leaned against the desk and shrugged: "In other words, Ke Xinyan, Christie and Su Xiao, these three are the 'ghosts' in the first instance."

This is quite different from Yin Tong's original guess.

He identified Christie as a "ghost" in copy [-], but after listening to the story later, he thought that Cheng Mingque, who forced them to play games, was an "accomplice".This kind of thinking was based on the fact that both Christie and Cheng Mingque were victims, but after thinking about it now, Cheng Mingque, who had participated in the meeting, was probably not a good person, and probably couldn't unite with Christie.

But it seems a bit problematic to separate Ke Xinyan and Su Xiao, after all, the original perpetrator should also be counted as Ke Xinyan.Yin Tong took his eyes out of the notebook, looked at Dong Tiantian, and said, "How is this divided, why am I a little confused?"

Dong Tiantian shook his head and said, "You think too much."

Before entering the classroom, Dong Tiantian had vaguely noticed the problem of the number of people. After all, the meeting in his memory was just a night meeting, and there was really no need to achieve a grand gathering of all members.

What's more, among all the members of this collection, there is one who looks so weird.

Wen Qiu's reminder came very timely, almost at the moment when his voice fell, Dong Tiantian figured out the root of the strangeness - the scene he is in now is a copy of the game, and if the game can be played, there must be some tricks s things.

Horror games are like that.

Those ghost novels that can be used as a lesson for the past usually have such plots. The protagonist strays into a desolate/deep/secluded road at dusk/late night/rainy/foggy days-in short, when the visibility is not high. He either mustered up his courage to advance bravely, and then was captured by the "ghost" that suddenly appeared;

Anyway, he made a mistake, and stories about "ghosts" are all inducing "people" to make mistakes.So the difference in the number of people at the beginning is probably the first level of "induction".

Dong Tiantian tilted his head and glanced at Wen Qiu, heaved a sigh of relief, pulled out his chair, and sat down at the conference table.

There is a glass photo frame in front of him, with "17" written on the sticky note inside. The middle part can be rotated, and it will rotate like a carousel when you pull it with your hand.

Teacher Wen sat on his right, and Christie squeezed between him and Yintong like a ghost.Cheng Mingque turned off the only light in the activity room, turned on the flashlight, and bounced back to sit opposite him.

"Good evening, my friends," Cheng Mingque laughed, his voice still sounded full of energy, "Since we have two more new members in this test of courage, I want to re-introduce Let’s take a look at the rules of the game. First of all, the game stipulates that everyone here must participate, and everyone must tell a ghost story for more than 3 minutes.”

"Secondly, you are not allowed to leave the game midway, you are not allowed to remain silent, and you are not allowed to attack personally. This game will be played until dawn tomorrow. Why?"

Cheng Mingque held up the flashlight, illuminating his face from bottom to top.

He squinted his eyes and smiled, and the corners of his mouth drew an exaggerated arc to the two ends of his face. His dark eyes were like layers of black mist, like a fox monster who is good at mischievous in ghosts and monsters.

He said: "Because, giving up halfway will invite a real 'ghost story'."