When the little girl was doing business on behalf of Sur, the person involved was very weak and resting with his back against a big tree.
After peeling the skin, the cleaner quietly left with her tools. In her opinion, when people become vicious, they are much scarier than ghosts, and Suer is a living example.
Zhang Yi swallowed his saliva and asked, "Shall we... leave too?"
Soul: "Please help me up."
Although his hand had recovered, his brain nerves were still aching slightly, probably due to the aftereffects of his excessive endurance.
He stood up unsteadily, but luckily he quickly regained his balance. The reflections of the plants and trees gradually became clear in his pupils. After a moment's rest, and some flexing of his fingers, Su Er bent down again to pick up the security guard's electric baton and search him.
Unfortunately, apart from a bunch of keys, nothing else was found.
After Suer walked to the other side, Zhang Yi held up a finger to confirm that the security guard was dead. Then, with a shovel, he began digging a hole to bury the body. After he finished, he prayed, "I hope the body won't be discovered for a while."
"The likelihood is very low." Su Er was examining the corpse of a headless player, and due to his own personal concerns, he couldn't express much emotion. Zhang Yi, on the other hand, felt a sense of grief for the deceased, squatting down and supporting his head. "Perhaps one day we will be buried in the earth, unattended."
While speaking, he paid special attention to Sur's expression to make sure that he did not see any emotional resonance on the other's face.
It was quite awkward to talk to himself. Zhang Yi coughed lightly and asked, "Why do you think cleaners and dormitory managers hold such important positions in the reform camp?"
Su Er said calmly, "The dormitory manager is responsible for watching over the students, and the cleaner prepares the specimens. They are all participants in the transformation plan."
Zhang Yi had a craving for a cigarette, but there were no cigarettes here, so he felt a little uncomfortable. "Don't security guards have a lot to do? They beat the students who escaped to death and then have to bury their bodies."
But they are not qualified to evaluate the character A.
Su Er: "The first thing can also be done by the cleaner." He patted the dirt on his hands and said: "Go back."
The two men buried the players' bodies again, fearing that they would attract attention, and did not dare to erect a tombstone for them.
Zhang Yi found an inconspicuous place and threw the shovel together with it. "Where to go now?"
Su Er was too young, and it was inevitable that he would look down on people younger than him. However, the scene of the other party peeling off his skin without hesitation just now made him feel a little afraid.
This was exactly what Su Er wanted. In front of Ji Heng and Zhao Sanliang, he had to be careful and avoid asking a hundred thousand questions. No one would have a good impression of a teammate who was too curious.
But when facing Zhang Yi, a one-time sexual partner, there are no such concerns.
"Go back to the dormitory."
On the way, Sur took the opportunity to ask many details about the game.
Zhang Yi patiently answered them one by one, thinking that he could finally go to the dormitory to rest for a while. However, during the conversation, he and Suer unknowingly went up to the top floor.
When he realized where he was, Zhang Yi couldn't help swallowing his saliva: "What are you doing here?"
Soul: "Find out who killed the janitor."
Zhang Yi chuckled: "Why don't you just ask directly?"
Seeing that the cleaner is willing to help peel the skin, there must be some connection between the two parties.
Suer gave him an analogy: "The examiner in the dungeon can give you hints, but he can't directly reveal the answer to the question."
Judging from the fortune teller's actions that day, it can be inferred that what the little girl said was probably true. If you insist on playing games, your face will be beaten to death by the game sooner or later.
While speaking, I looked around and I didn't know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be a faint smell of blood lingering at the tip of my nose.
At this moment, Zhang Yi made a discovery. He opened the trash can and saw blood in the cracks in the wall behind it. He couldn't help but feel a little scared. Su Er took the initiative to step forward and used his hand to confirm the wetness of the blood stain.
After a while, Su Er turned his head and said to Zhang Yi, "There are other cleaners living in this building. Try to hold them back while I go in and take a look."
Zhang Yi's smile completely faded, and endless regret surged in his heart. He muttered to himself: "I was wrong..."
From the beginning, he should have chosen to go to the archives with everyone else.
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What Zhang Yi didn't know was that the situation in the archives was not that good at all.
After spending a long time in a dungeon, lock picking and free fighting skills have become almost essential for players. One person stays at the door to keep watch, while the rest of the players work together to search for information.
It is unknown how long this reform camp has existed. At a glance, there are dozens of cabinets, each of which is filled with file bags.
"How long will it take to see this?" Someone sighed and held his forehead.
Ji Heng's emotions remained relatively calm. He primarily reviewed the recent accounting records, focusing on the payrolls for the various personnel at the reform camp. He discovered that the salaries of dormitory managers and cleaners had been steadily declining over the past two years.
Everyone looked at the information quietly for a while, and after a while, a feeling of oppression and suffocation began to spread.
"It's already the fourth day," someone finally couldn't help but complain, "We haven't received a single A-level evaluation, and we have no clues. If this continues, we're just waiting to die."
These words really expressed everyone's thoughts. The game only gives players seven days and seven nights. Once this limit is exceeded, it will be a dead end.
"I might have a breakthrough here." A female player named Liu Wenzhu hesitated, "But it's quite dangerous."
Amidst many expectant gazes, she slowly spoke: "I have a prop called a broken pen, which can be used to summon the Pen Fairy."
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and soon an experienced player questioned the "broken" part for the second time.
Liu Wenzhu forced a smile and said, "I can only invite you, not send you."
"…"
Liu Wenzhu hurriedly said, "If this prop is used during the day, the Pen Fairy summoned will be very weak, and the corresponding answer may be vague. If used at night, it can summon evil spirits, and the answer is clear..."
The consequences of inviting evil spirits are self-evident.
Li Xiao, who shared a dormitory with Liu Wenzhu, looked at him and said, "If we all join forces, we might be able to deal with a weak Pen Fairy."
After saying that, he looked at Ji Heng. In terms of strength, he was the strongest here.
"I don't care." Ji Heng said calmly, "But I can't guarantee everyone's safety."
The archives room fell silent again, each player weighing the pros and cons. Suddenly, a player spoke out differently, saying that he was relatively weak and that three people were usually enough to summon the Pen Fairy.
As the person who provided the props, Liu Wenzhu showed a tough attitude at this time: "If you feel that you are weak, please leave on your own."
She wasn't that magnanimous. Why should she share the answer she got at the risk of her life with others?
The male player who had just spoken was named Chen Lingfeng. He had previously gloated over the dorm manager's targeting of him in Sur. Now, he looked at the other players and said, "Everyone should be rational and cooperate. There are obviously safer ways. Why take this risk together?"
These words resonated with some people. Even though they knew there was no free lunch in the world, it was a bit too much to force them in when they were not strong enough.
Seeing that some people were beginning to be interested, Chen Lingfeng continued to persuade them: "Just let the most powerful people..."
Before he could finish his words, he felt a numbness in his neck, everything went dark, and the next moment he passed out.
Ji Heng's action was so sudden that no one could react.
Liu Wenzhu's throat moved: "Well done!"
People with mean minds have a bad heart. Even if people like Chen Lingfeng are driven away, there is no guarantee that they will not send people to the archives room to arrest them.
He glanced at the unconscious person with disdain, and then said to the others, "If anyone doesn't want to participate, we won't force them. Just stay away."
Having learned from the previous experience, no one had any objections anymore, and those who had just agreed with Chen Lingfeng knew better and kept their mouths shut.
Only then did Liu Wenzhu take out an extremely thin pen, and after preparing himself mentally, he said, "Let's get started."
After completing the established process, players with high spiritual values can clearly feel that there is something new in this space.
Liu Wenzhu took a deep breath and said, "One question per person." Finally, he added, "Think carefully before asking."
Even without her saying anything, everyone was cautious. No one asked themselves whether they could escape alive. Such questions were meaningless in such an unpredictable and terrifying dungeon.
Of course, they are also afraid of hearing no answers.
Time ticked by, and as soon as the fourth person finished asking, the pen in his hand began to spin unexpectedly fast. Liu Wenzhu tried his best to control his trembling and said, "I've reached my limit."
This is an incomplete prop in itself.
The moment she finished speaking, the middle part of the slender pen suddenly bulged, as if air was pumped into it.
"Let go!" Liu Wenzhu shouted.
The next second, the pen exploded on the spot, and the flying pen tip pierced the arm of the person opposite. A muffled groan was heard, and Li Xiao covered the bleeding wound with his hand, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Ji Heng pulled out a few files from the filing cabinet and said, "Let's go."
The noise just now was quite loud, it might attract people.
However, the unlocked door could not be opened.
Misfortunes never come singly. Li Xiao's body suddenly lost control. He ignored the wound on his arm and banged his head against the cabinet, hurting himself, while muttering, "Help, help me..."
Liu Wenzhu frowned: "I've been possessed."
Ji Heng looked at a player with a higher spiritual value and said, "You go and lure the ghost out, and I'll take care of it."
The man did not hesitate and acted according to the plan.
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"I have to say, the food in the cafeteria here tastes good." Zhang Yi burped.
The investigation process was easier than he had imagined. After finding the clues, he and Sul went to the cafeteria.
Su Er had only eaten a few bites of food and his head was still aching slightly. He wanted to go back to the dormitory and take a nap.
This floor was mostly occupied by players. As soon as they turned the corner, they heard some noises. Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment: "Are they back?"
Not only did they return, but they also gathered in one dormitory. Some of them looked extremely miserable, covered in blood.
There was hot pot in the cafeteria today, and the two of them smelled of rice. Now standing at the door, they were somewhat annoying.
Before the atmosphere became more awkward, Zhang Yi changed the subject in time: "We found some clues. Do you want to exchange them?"
Liu Wenzhu smiled weakly, as if he had suffered some minor injuries. He looked at the others and saw that no one had any objections. He nodded and said, "Okay. But I hope your clues are useful."
Zhang Yi looked at Su Er, who also agreed to share. Actually, Su Er didn't gain anything from exchanging information. Even if he said nothing, Ji Heng would definitely tell him what happened in the archives, but that would be a bit mean.
Choosing his words, Suer summarized, "A group of players came before us, and they were almost completely wiped out. The cleaner was killed by a colleague because she was a staunch supporter of Principal Chen. The other cleaners, including the dormitory manager, have already defected to Principal Dai. The school promotes positions based on seniority, and while Principal Dai may appear unqualified, he's actually persevering and secretly winning over the dormitory manager and cleaners. Now it looks like Principal Dai might be the biggest winner."
"…"
The amount of information has exploded.
After a brief silence, Liu Wenzhu swallowed his saliva and asked, "How do you know all this?"
Soul: "The cleaner wasn't very strong. He was even able to deal with me. That shows he died not long ago. Let's find the first crime scene and investigate it carefully. There are no outsiders here. The suspects are nothing more than students, other cleaners, or dormitory managers."
Then he calmly explained how he indirectly checked the alibis of other people and took advantage of the murderer's guilty conscience.
Suer didn't want to go into more details. He actually found some evidence and was going to use it to exchange for an A-level evaluation from himself, Ji Heng and Zhang Yi.
"That's all." After saying too much in one breath, Su Er resisted the urge to drink water and asked, "What did you find in the archives?"
As soon as he said that, he noticed that several people were looking away at the same time.
Liu Wenzhu was particularly embarrassed. What else could she say? Could she say that they had asked the spirit of the pen and had gone to great lengths to escape, but the clues they had found were not as many as those obtained by the other party who had solved the case diligently?
In silence, the corner of his eye couldn't help but glance at the glittering words "Roosters and Dogs Rise to Heaven" on Ji Heng's badge, and he pursed his lips... So this is what it feels like to be a chicken or a dog?