Half Immortal: Chapter

After a while, there were only nine "students" left in the classroom.

The content of the course is very ordinary high school math content, which makes people sleepy.

Yuewen Xing saw that Yan Mingguang and others did not move, he was already weak because of the arrangement of the ghost formation, and listening to Teacher Wang's unwavering lecture voice, he leaned on it for a while. Rest on the back of the chair.

One of the dead last night was Gao Ming's upper bunk. Gao Ming was exhausted all night, and he couldn't stand it at this moment, so he closed his eyes with open eyes.

People still awake: "…"

Yan Wei listened carefully to Mr. Wang's lecture the whole time.

The teaching method is no different from the ordinary high school teaching method. After talking about the knowledge point for a while, Teacher Wang will name a student to answer the question. The students whose names are called are all those who are sitting in this classroom today. Even if some people have already left, Teacher Wang will also click on that person's name, wait for a while, and continue the next lecture after no response. .

During this period, Teacher Wang even named a player present.

The player stood up and answered the question nervously and earnestly. Although the answer was wrong, after speaking, Teacher Wang just let the player sit down and continue the lecture.

After the math class, a Chinese teacher came.

Same situation again.

There were three classes before and after the classroom, three teachers were changed, and now it was the fourth class.

Not long after the bell of the fourth class rang, a player suddenly got up, made a "bah", and said to the teammate on the other end of the call prop: "I think you are all unfounded. The whole morning went by with no clue as to what the course was about."

“…”

"Really, you can't believe my perception? I listened carefully to the content of the course, and there is no problem. The class should be the process."

“…”

"Okay, don't waste time here. Are you in the infirmary? Then I'll go to the toilet first, and then go to the infirmary to meet you."

Yan Wei was listening to the class and flipping through all the notes. The player from this other organization walked out of the classroom quickly after speaking.

He went out and turned to the bathroom, first carefully observed the situation of the bathroom in the teaching building, and confirmed that there was no problem, and then walked into the cubicle.

The bathroom is at the corner of the teaching building, there is no vertical sunlight, the ventilation windows are small, and the light is folded. The compartment was even darker and gloomier, the dilapidated flushing pipes were slightly yellow, and there were still many traces of red chalk paint on the walls, like bloodstains that could not be seen clearly in the obscurity.

As soon as the man unfastened his belt, he heard a faint, shrill cry that seemed to come from the side of his ear.

"Look down..."

"Look down..."

"Get down..."

He moved suddenly, his body tense, and he did not move.

Anyway, he was a player on the eighteenth floor, he didn't panic, and he didn't look down—what if it was a death trigger? He hurriedly carried the belt in one hand, took out a piece of chalk from the storage bar of the information panel, and wrote "Don't bow your head" on the door panel in front of him, to warn the players in the future, lest other players of their organization be recruited.

After writing, he hurriedly pulled up his belt again and raised his eyes—

The player's movements suddenly froze.

The space above the toilet cubicle, between the ceiling and the door, slowly sticks out a head.

His pupils shrank.

—Why did the sound make him lower his head, but he looked up and saw a ghost?

The pale face was facing him, all white pupils stared blankly ahead, the corners of the blood-stained mouth raised little by little, showing him a stiff smile.

Blood dripped from the thing's mouth, dripping onto his hair.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

Yan Wei was in the classroom when she vaguely heard screams in the distance.

His eyes dimmed—one more dead.

Although there are many people coming in, the speed of death is also very fast. There are still many high-quality players in this group of players who are aiming for legendary items. It is conceivable that before this group of them came in, the death rate of this 19th floor flow would have been.

The pressure of players dying one by one is pressing on the surviving players little by little. The campus in the daytime looks peaceful and peaceful, but it tightens the nerves of the players inch by inch.

Yan Wei frowned slightly.

Why are there these ghosts in the first place? Is there really nothing wrong with the routine high school classes every morning? Where are the legendary items, and does it have any effect on this dungeon?

As he was thinking, the teacher on the podium took out a folder and walked off the podium, saying: "Today's class is about to end, this is a test in the classroom, after the students have finished handing in the papers, they will You can leave. I hope everyone will answer the questions carefully, our high school is a key high school, and there should be no students with poor grades.”

The teacher put down the exam papers on one table after another. When passing by Yan Wei, Yan Wei raised his head.

The moment he looked at the teacher, the normal face of the npc suddenly flashed, and the pale grimace flashed by. Yan Wei shook his head, and his eyes returned to normal again.

But he knew it wasn't an illusion.

What happened? The teacher is also a ghost? No, no, if the teacher is a ghost, then so many teachers come to class according to the procedures, but none of them kills people, which is not reasonable.

And it was clear that as long as the ghost was drawn, it would be instantly killed. But he saw the grimace just now, except for a momentary "scare", it had no effect at all.

This flashing grimace looks like a prank.

Yan Wei looked at the exam paper in front of him, and then looked at the teacher who had walked back to the podium without any abnormality, and his mind was full of thoughts. The increasingly clear memory flashed in front of him as his perception continued to strengthen. He closed his eyes slightly and quickly flipped through the screen after entering the copy.

—"Chenxi High School has been experiencing frequent student deaths in recent years, and the deaths of students are also strange. In order to supplement the number of dead students, Chenxi High School has to continuously recruit new students, but there are still students who die suddenly, and even And teachers were killed and frightened."

—"Our high school is a key high school, and there should be no students with poor grades."

—“I’ve said it many times, as long as it is a student of Chenxi High School, it may die at any time, everyone pay attention to safety.”

Thoughts finally came together into these few words, the seemingly insignificant and obvious hints from Lou and NPC intertwined, Yan Wei blinked, light brown eyes bright as stars.

From the very beginning, the teacher and the student have been treated differently. If the teachers and students are in the same situation, there is no need for Lou to distinguish the two. It is enough to simply say that everyone in Chenxi High School will die suddenly. However, Lou said that students would die suddenly, and teachers would also be killed and frightened. In other words, teachers were not actually the targets of random deaths. Their deaths looked like frightened students who feared that the teacher was a murderer and secretly killed them. some teachers.

Only students are chosen by sudden death, and Dawn High School should not have students with bad grades.

—What if he is not a student of Chenxi High School?

Besides, just now because of this grimace, he began to think about the difference between teachers and students. The grimace that appeared on the teacher's face helped him instead of killing him. Why?

At this time, Yue Wenxing has woken up because of the action of handing out the test paper. He patted Yan Wei and said angrily, "Hey, what happened just now?"

"What is this?" Yue Wenxing glanced at him contemptuously, "Isn't it normal for people to die in this place? By the way, what is this exam paper?"

"It's nothing, it's just the flow of the class, you can go after you finish handing in the papers."

Vietnamese Wenxing nodded, wrote a name on the test paper and did not write it. He took out the walkie-talkie, exchanged a few words with Li Qing on the other end of the walkie-talkie, and said to Yan Wei, "Brother Li and the others are investigating in the laboratory building, we will go to the laboratory building to find them."

"Oh, ok."

Yan Wei nodded obediently on the surface, and also wrote down on the test paper, secretly said to Yan Mingguang and others through skills: [The test paper should be random, it is impossible to get anything out of it if you do not pass the test. Otherwise, these old players who skip class every day to find clues will already have problems. The test paper doesn't matter, what's useful here is the information behind it. I just thought that it may not be a registered student of Chenxi High School, but a way to escape death, but if you leave directly, it will be obliterated by the rules, and there may be other clues needed here. 】

[Ah, so sleepy, I finally finished the class,] Lin Zhen stretched, [What information did you find again. I find it really cool to act with you, I don't have to look for clues, I just have to wait until I can punch people and fight. 】

[I'm going back with Yue Wenxing now to find Li Qing, and I will take some clues from our errand brother,] Yan Wei didn't pay attention to Lin Zhen's nonsense at all, and was already following Yue Wenxing Behind him, he said to Yan Mingguang and the others, "Before you investigate in the afternoon, look for clues. The scream just now seems to belong to the player who just left our classroom. Zhou Tian should be able to get his location data based on the sound. , you guys go take a look at the situation, we better not miss any death scene, death represents information. 】

Yan Mingguang raised his eyes to look at Yan Wei's back, his pure black pupils could not see the bottom, he said: [Okay. 】He paused, then added: 【Be careful, call me at any time. 】

Lin Zhen moved for a while, his dark red pupils turned, and his expression was dissatisfied: [Hey, I said pets, I just said you don't need to find clues, you have to find them, why do you sing against me every day —]

The sentient connection has been severed.

"..." Lin Zhen made a "cut", "As soon as he said that, he would disconnect from the Internet, which is boring."

Yu Feizhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he stepped forward and dragged Lin Zhen from his seat: "Let's go, Yan Wei is very reliable in this respect."

Yan Mingguang got up and said indifferently: "Come on, we have to keep a distance of less than 300 meters from Yan Wei." That is the skill range of the burst of perception.

When he was with Yan Wei, he was always lonely and indifferent, as if hiding behind Yan Wei. But once separated from Yan Wei, this person's indifferent look can make people's hearts shudder, and subconsciously, they dare not refute.

Even Lin Zhen put away his sloppy posture and followed.

Yan Wei followed Yue Wenxing out of the teaching building.

Chenxi High School is neither big nor small. It has almost all the internal organs and all the facilities. Although there are many hundreds of students, including NPCs, some of them have died at the moment, and they are scattered again, and there are no dense figures in the entire academy.

Along the way, Yan Wei saw players from several organizations. The dungeon has just started, and there are still many clues and props to look for. Everyone spreads their actions and is still maintaining a short-term peace.

Not long after, he and Yuewenxing joined Li Qing.

Yue Wenxing did not mention anything about her rest all morning, and said to Li Qing nonchalantly: "Brother Li, are you overestimating them? All morning, they I didn't do anything, and I took a class there for a morning, and I really thought I was here to study... I think Jiang Xiu and Zheng Mao were too stupid to die at their hands, these people are nothing to be afraid of."

Li Qing frowned: "Nothing was done? Are we really overestimating Yan? ... Forget it, they are all dead tonight anyway."

Yan Wei, who was hiding behind the moonlight crowd, counted the time, thinking that Yan Mingguang and the others should have almost finished their investigation, and then extended her perception and contacted Yan Mingguang.

【Mr. Yan, how about that player? 】

Yan Mingguang is in front of the dead person's bathroom.

【Gao Ming told you. 】

At the door of the bathroom, Lin Zhenzheng held the longbow in one hand, the bowstring was fully drawn, ready to deal with emergencies at any time. Yu Feizhou and Yan Mingguang were guarding from left to right in the compartment, while Gao Ming and Zhou Tian observed the death scene together.

After Zhou Tian reported some location data and fall angle of the player when he died, the forensic expert's face became more and more solemn.

His tone was very uncertain: [Yan Wei, this player died while using the toilet in the toilet cubicle, and his belt didn't even have time to pull it on. The words "Don't bow your head" are written on the door of the toilet cubicle. The traces and height should be written by this player. But according to the data that Zhou Tian told me, as well as his current posture... He... when he died, he held his head up, and something pinched his neck directly from behind to die. 】

Yan Wei's expression changed.

【You mean, the dead player wrote not to bow his head, but he raised his head when he died? 】

[Yeah, that's weird. He should be trying to warn others, but he himself died when he raised his head...]

【How does he know "don't bow your head"? 】Yan Wei raised his eyebrows, 【Judging from what you said, there should be some death trigger in the toilet compartment, which is related to bowing your head and raising your head. But how did he feel "don't bow your head"? Was there something that kept him from looking down and he listened, so he died when he looked up? This is not right. I had the impression when I entered the dungeon on the first day that he was an 18th-floor player from an organization and would not make such a low-level mistake. 】

[Then…]

[There is another possibility. 】

Since there is nothing to make this player not bow his head, it is the opposite - there is something to make this player bow his head, and he naturally does not believe it.

But he didn't believe it and died when he looked up.

That is, if he believed the prompt to bow his head, he would not die.

Yan Wei put one hand in his pocket, and gently fumbled for the swallow coin with his fingertips, his thoughts flickered.

As the "students" of Chenxi High School, it is almost difficult to escape when the death conditions are triggered, just like the player who died of eating biscuits on the first day, Nie Liang who drowned, and who was cut off by an electric fan The player, and the player whose neck was twisted in this toilet cubicle... The ghosts are merciless.

But there are some things that run counter to wanting to kill people - the grimace that flashed across the teacher's face almost as a reminder to him, and this death in the toilet of players don't know where they heard the message about looking down.

—one side is an inescapable death, and one side is a hint of help.

From the angle that Li Qing and others could not see, Yan Wei slowly raised his eyes, the light brown eyes were full of warm and cold emotions like a spring snow scene.

He slowly raised the corner of his mouth.

[I think I understand a bit,] he said, [Remember our first copy? There are two bosses, one is in the light and the other is in the dark. It seems that the painter is the most terrible boss, but there is actually a doctor who designs everything in the dark. There is also a copy of Ankang Ancient Town that I went to with Yan Mingguang and Lin Zhenyu Feizhou. The goddess seems to be a ladder clue, but in fact, Hu Ayun is the root cause. The superficial horror obscures the actual truth, the usual tricks of Lou's copy... I suspect, this mobile copy of the dead schoolhouse...]

[There are two bosses? 】

[Besides the boss, there is a ghost who may not be too hostile to the player. 】