As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Heng looked at Su Er and asked, "Are you going to peel off the skin, or sell the meat by the pound?"
Zhang Yi's eyes widened, surprised that the other party had actually heard the subtext in his words. As expected, the boss is the boss.
When questioned, Su Er looked either up at the sky or down at the ground, refusing to meet eyes. Finally, he said, "The former."
Ji Heng didn't pursue the matter for the time being. When the little girl disappeared out of thin air and no longer followed him like a tail, he said, "It's okay to be ruthless in the game, but you still have to be cautious."
Seeing Su Er deep in thought, he added, "It's easy to tell whether a host is smart or stupid, but there are also many times when he is moody."
Once you use human nature to speculate on their possible behavioral psychology, you will suffer losses sooner or later.
Looking back, Su Er realized that he was a bit radical and nodded to indicate that he would pay attention next time.
As soon as the two of them entered the dormitory, Zhang Yi squeezed in and closed the door on his own initiative, as if he wanted to join the discussion.
Seeing this scene, Sur suddenly felt that being thick-skinned in the dungeon was a good thing. It was really hard to drive away people like this who had had intersections with him and did not violate the bottom line.
Zhang Yi tried to divert the strange gazes from his gaze and took the initiative to speak: "There's plenty of time. Why don't we sort out the information we got from the factory?"
Su Er withdrew his gaze, his expression becoming serious. "The factory director's child was tragically murdered by a student released from the reformatory. The couple probably wanted to vent their anger by killing him in retaliation."
"The killings were selective," Ji Heng added, "and two of the three students who died had received an A rating."
Zhang Yi tilted his head in surprise: "How come I don't know?"
Ji Heng didn't answer.
Zhang Yi racked his brains and suddenly remembered that Ji Heng had left twice when operating the machine to deliver water to the girls opposite. He looked like a warm-hearted man, so it turned out that he was trying to get some information!
Comparing to Suer's not feeling the slightest bit strange, I couldn't help but sigh that one can never judge a person by his appearance.
Ignoring his complicated gaze, Su Er recalled the resentment in the factory director's wife's eyes when he left. He rubbed his brows and said, "The danger outside the school comes from the factory. We will most likely be selected for internship tomorrow. I just don't know where the danger inside the school will come from."
Zhang Yi seemed to be lost in thought. He pulled out the badge he had dug out from the grove from his trouser pocket and said, "Well, I'll go find out about the dead player first."
Soul nodded.
Zhang Yi was almost at the entrance of the corridor when he suddenly turned back and said, "If you can analyze any key information..."
Su Er sat up straight and pointed at the words "Chicken Dogs Rise to Heaven" on Ji Heng's badge: "This is my guarantee!"
Zhang Yi finally left with peace of mind.
"Promise?" Ji Heng's tone rose a little, and for some reason there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
After sitting there motionless for a few seconds, Su Er met a pair of deep eyes, smiled awkwardly, and took out the key: "I found it on the security guard. Do you want to go look around together?"
The security guards were responsible for night patrols, and the reform camp conducted strict checks at night. There were a large number of keys alone. Because they were all similar in shape, they were all labeled, even including those for the complex building.
After looking at each other, they both tacitly chose the principal's office as their destination.
Ji Heng looked out the window and said, "Let's wait until it gets a little darker before going over."
"good."
As he spoke, Su Er fished out an electric baton from under the bed: "This is also for the security guards, use it for self-defense."
Ji Heng: "Put it aside for now. It would be a bit conspicuous if you carry it with you."
Soul: "You can hide it in your clothes."
"…"
·
The air conditioning in the comprehensive building was turned on quite high. Suer walked in confidently with the stamped form given to him by the dormitory manager. Even if he was stopped, he could make an excuse by saying that he was handing in something to the Academic Affairs Office.
The reality was easier than I imagined, and there were almost no obstacles along the way.
Su Er couldn't help but ask: "Is it the same when you entered the archives room?"
Ji Heng nodded: "The game will provide players with vitality under relatively reasonable logic."
Su Er thought for a moment: "Just like the internal strife in the reform camp is serious, and they are responsible for the destruction of students, so they don't need surveillance?"
When you think about it this way, copies are sometimes quite generous.
Ji Heng laughed: "Don't forget, it's because there is no surveillance that the cleaners were easily killed and turned into ghosts."
To put it bluntly, ghosts are used to deal with players.
While they were talking, the two were already standing outside the principal's office.
Su Er inserted the key, twisted his body and stood sideways against the wall, with only one arm exposed.
Being bold and overly cautious is a true portrayal of him.
With a click, the door opened.
After pushing it carefully and making sure there were no mechanisms, hidden weapons or dirty things, Sur leaned half of his body out and waved behind him, signaling him to come in quickly.
What was supposed to be a dangerous and serious exploration mission was turned into something he couldn't help but laugh and cry. Ji Heng shook his head and went in to look at the pile of documents on the desk. Su Er crossed his arms and stared at the locked drawer, hesitating whether to dismantle it violently.
"No need." Ji Heng suddenly said.
Hearing the sound, Su Er moved over and saw that he was holding a form in his hand, with the words "Si Qin Mingjiao" at the top very conspicuous.
The note read: "This student has received comprehensive recognition and a top-tier rating. Please approve and release." The approval was by the principal, who hadn't retired yet. The comment column indicated agreement, and the date was exactly one month ago.
Ji Heng suddenly curled his lips and pointed to the lower right corner: "I see."
Suer looked carefully and found that there were actually two lines of dates, one was the approval date and the other was the release date, with one day in between.
"So if we gather all four today, we still have to make it through the night?"
Ji Heng nodded.
Su Er frowned. Even the girl who had taken the initiative to talk to him earlier, when she heard that he might get an A rating, her good impression immediately turned into jealousy. She couldn't help but have the worst guess: "Could it be that on the last night, there will be a battle royale event?"
Ji Heng: "There are only five spots in total. The students can't just sit there and watch the opportunity slip away. The reform camp should acquiesce to their actions."
The ancients were keen on cockfighting, dog fighting, and cricket fighting. This fight between trapped beasts may also be very interesting in the eyes of some people.
Su Er couldn't help but say: "What a perverted way of playing."
"It won't be a dead end. There have been students who have successfully left in previous years," Ji Heng put the form back in its place. "Taking advantage of the situation and waiting for the end-of-year students to kill each other is one way to go. Unfortunately, we have limited time."
There are only seven days in total, which means they may have to face the evil thoughts of a student in the reform camp alone.
Su Er's eyes darkened. "If it weren't for the death warnings from the previous batch of players, we would have suffered losses."
Ji Heng glanced at the clock on the wall: "Danger is always relative. Don't forget that when they came to this dungeon, the cleaner was still alive."
It means that group of players don't have to face ghosts.
Sul didn't say anything, secretly thinking that although the cleaner turned into a ghost, it really didn't do anything.
·
There is another person who holds the same opinion.
Top floor.
The little girl swung her lantern, causing the ground to shake slightly. Her temper made her speak with an air of arrogance: "You have no achievements at all. What's the point of me going through so much trouble to save you?"
The cleaner narrowly avoided the situation, staring fearfully at the lantern in the other person's hand. He quickly became distraught, feeling extremely aggrieved. "I was trying to take action, but it didn't work the first night, and it still didn't work the second night. And yesterday..."
The girl interrupted coldly, issuing an ultimatum: "If you do this again tonight, I will turn you into pulp again."
Faced with such a sinister look, the cleaner knew she was definitely not joking.
When midnight arrives, everything becomes quiet.
Su Er went to bed early today. He was immersed in his dream when he was awakened by a low voice: "There are guests."
Suer opened his eyes and looked in the direction Ji Heng was looking. The cleaner was climbing on the ceiling like a spider, with his head twisted 180 degrees, looking at them.
"It's just routine." The cleaner's tone revealed a sense of despair: "There are things I have to do."
This is her job!
Sur didn't intend to make things too awkward. He had taken a shortcut by guarding the resurrection point. If he really had to fight alone while the ghosts were alert, he wouldn't have had the upper hand.
He sighed and made a gesture of invitation: "Start your performance."
The cleaner tried to raise a strange and terrifying smile. "Who's going to kill me? Is it the two-timing dorm manager, the mischievous student, or a colleague tempted by personal gain... If you make the wrong choice, foolish child, you'll have to accompany me."
Su Er said expressionlessly: "Colleague."
Cleaning staff: "…Excuse me."
Then go to the next dormitory.
Su Er looked at Ji Heng across from him: "Is this the condition for her to kill someone?"
Ji Heng: "Probably."
Su Er's mouth twitched slightly: "Then she is quite miserable."
After saying that, he covered himself with the quilt and went back to sleep.
If it weren't for Surnaton's analysis during the day, the cleaner might not have been able to get any results. But now, every player who saw her gradually became stunned in fear, and finally gave the standard answer calmly.
The cleaner visited everyone one by one in despair, and when he came to Chen Lingfeng, things finally took a turn for the better.
Because he was knocked unconscious in the archives room, he completely missed the subsequent discussion between the players.
The person who lived with him knew the answer, but held back when he wanted to blurt it out... If Chen Lingfeng died, there would be one less person to compete for the last five spots.
Faced with the hesitant players, the cleaner's pale eyes seemed to light up. Everyone else was taking an open-book exam, but there was actually a closed-book one?!
Hope is coming!
While Chen Lingfeng was frantically thinking, his roommate mouthed the answer to the cleaner. The cleaner was very pleased with his clever behavior and rushed to Chen Lingfeng, saying, "Choose quickly!"
This tension made the remaining rationality fade away a little.
Chen Lingfeng was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead: "Why ask me first?"
Isn't there another person in this dormitory?
Suddenly, I caught sight of my roommate's composure, and realizing something, I quickly asked for help: "Tell me the answer, I can give it to you..."
The last syllable was stuck in his throat, and Chen Lingfeng felt a cold liquid flowing down his temples.
"Timeout," the cleaner said with a happy smile, "If you can't even answer such a simple question, it seems you don't need a brain."
With a force from his men, Chen Lingfeng's head was completely pierced.
Before leaving, the cleaner took off his head as a souvenir and smiled at his trembling roommate.
After several minutes, the man finally climbed down the ladder, feeling a little exhausted, and opened the window to let in some fresh air. He felt a little better until the bloody smell was completely blown away by the night breeze.
Getting up early was a consensus among the players, and Chen Lingfeng's death was quickly announced to everyone by his roommates.
Everyone knew the cause of death and chose to remain silent.
They'd all been in the dungeon together, and now that one player had died, there was a mix of grief and a hint of elation. Some even cursed themselves and thought, "If only a few more had died last night, we wouldn't have to worry about the quota."
The desire to survive and human nature were intertwined, and they avoided eye contact with each other.
Amidst the heavy atmosphere, a different voice rang out—
"I've killed him! I've actually killed him…"
The cleaner was carrying a plastic bag, and judging by the bulge, it was undoubtedly filled with a human head. As she passed by the players, she didn't seem to be frightened at all, but instead, she was as happy as a child: "Haha! Finally, some sales! I don't have to be beaten to a pulp!"
"…"
Seeing Chen Lingfeng's roommate, he smiled even more happily and suddenly extended his hand. The roommate was stunned for a moment, then tentatively raised his hand stiffly.
Pop.
The cleaning lady took the initiative to high-five him and said, "Auntie, thank you."
After saying this, he danced and laughed all the way, and took the head upstairs to make a specimen.
"…"
After she left, she left behind silence.
Su Er walked to Ji Heng and tilted his head slightly: "Is this the legendary silver bell-like laughter?"
As a ghost, being so happy just for killing a person is really pathetic!
Ji Heng raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Who do you think is responsible for this?"
Su Er looked up at the ceiling and touched his nose for a while: "Who knows?"