Rooftop.
Su Er has always been ruthless towards ghosts.
The electric shock device devoured the Yin energy in the ghost old man's body. Su Er smiled and said, "Just howling won't do. You haven't shed a single tear in all this time."
Without the support of Yin Qi, the ghost disappeared in an instant. The old man was furious: "Why did you start with me?"
Don't you know how to respect the elderly, the weak and the disabled?
The long-term dungeon life has only taught Sur Persimmon to pick the weak ones.
"Ten seconds, if you don't cry, I'll kill you."
A tear fell.
The old man was crying because he was angry.
Sur changed his target, successfully obtained the tears of the middle-aged woman and the girl, and did not trouble them any further. However, it was clear that the two ghosts had problems not only with their memories, but also with their brains.
One had half of his leg bitten off, and the other had his face nearly ripped off. After recovering a bit, they unexpectedly started a new round of mutual torture.
The woman's husband shed tears silently, and did not say a word until Suer was about to leave the rooftop.
Holding the book of answers, Sul returned to the classroom. The moment he entered, he felt like a moving target. No matter where he went, everyone would focus on him.
"Amazing!" As soon as he sat down, someone moved to his side and asked, "How did you escape from the ghost palm?"
In order not to reveal the existence of the electric shock device, Su Er said half-truthfully: "The relationship between the ghosts in this family is not very good."
"But we heard crying again."
Soul said seriously: "Later they reconciled and cried for joy."
"…"
That's not how you make up lies.
Su Er had no intention of offending anyone, and said pertinently: "At present, it seems that the Book of Answers is indeed not beyond the scope of personal ability."
The player who came to inquire about the news looked thoughtful, thanked him, and sat back in his original seat.
Sur's return alive made many people feel relieved. In terms of strength, he was not outstanding, but he was able to survive the siege of three ghosts, which proved that his chances of survival were still very high.
Soon a second person started flipping through the book, but their luck wasn't so good as they stopped on a page with a riddle written on it.
The lights in the classroom went out in an instant.
No one shouted or screamed. After the initial shock had passed, those who had props took them out, and those who didn't had props quietly moved to a more secluded corner.
No one dared to make a sound easily.
"It's red, no, it's green!"
A frightened voice broke the silence.
Three seconds later, the lights came back on and the smell of blood wafted through the classroom.
The player who had been flipping through a book a while ago had his head tilted back slightly, his tongue severed at the root. He was still alive, but his body was as stiff as a statue. Those nearby tried to help, but found they couldn't move the player's stiff body. In the end, they could only watch helplessly as the player choked to death with blood.
Just below the "Guess the Riddle" was a line of small words written in blood: [Wrong answer.]
The atmosphere, which had finally eased, became tense again.
Gao Rui, the female player who had previously expressed concern about Su Er's whereabouts, clenched her fingers nervously and said, "I didn't hear anything."
There was a riddle written on the paper, but except for the final scream of fear, the ghost was not heard speaking throughout the whole process.
When ghosts appear and when they leave is a mystery.
"There's no point in exploring this," a player named Shan Meng calmly analyzed. "Let's think of other ways to find the diploma."
By pooling our wisdom, we may be able to find a solution.
Gao Rui subconsciously glanced at the host on the podium. Noticing that he had been resting with his eyes closed, he grew a little bolder. "How about... take a look around?"
Someone immediately retorted: "If you wander around randomly, you might encounter ghosts."
"Everything you do in the game is risky." Gao Rui said, suddenly looking at Su Er: "When you left earlier, do you remember how many classrooms there were on the first floor?"
"Three." Su Er: "It's a five-story building in total. Looking from the rooftop, there's a playground to the east, and there's another building next to it."
"Decades ago, this was a school run by the factory for the children of its employees."
As soon as Mr. Dongfeng opened his mouth, all the players looked towards him.
"It's just a small elementary school. Before it was abandoned, this building was used by children in grades three and above." Dongfeng Jushi opened his eyes. "First and second graders are accommodated in another three-story building. The principal's office is also there."
The introduction is quite detailed.
The player captured the key word: the area is not large.
This means that there is indeed a possibility of finding a diploma.
Shan Meng: "I think we should not hold too high hopes. What if the thing is hidden underground..."
"I put the certificates there myself." Dongfeng Jushi said slowly, "Paper documents are difficult to preserve underground, so they are hidden in the two teaching buildings."
Here it comes.
The moment the host opened his mouth, the tense string in Suer's mind vibrated...the pit was about to fall.
Usually when the host gently induces the players, it means that he has already raised the butcher knife and is waiting for the head to come to him.
He has concerns, and so do others.
But the time when Dongfeng Jushi spoke was too good. A player died mysteriously in the blink of an eye, and he didn't even have time to get props to save himself. The danger of the Book of Answers can be seen from this.
Even if there is a ghost in the teaching building, it would not be more dangerous than the situation just now.
"Let's divide into groups." The man in the row in front of Ji Heng said, "So that we can take care of each other if we get into danger."
This statement is very exaggerated. To put it bluntly, if you can't win, the one who runs away the slowest will be the one left behind to serve as a scapegoat.
However, the proposal still received majority approval, at least it was relatively safe.
"There are exactly four groups," the man continued, "so we don't have to go through the hassle of dividing them."
"Heh." Shan Meng sneered.
The intention of doing this is obvious. It is always less dangerous to be in a group with strong people.
In his group, Ji Heng is strong, Su Er is smart, and the remaining one has a high spiritual value.
"Not suitable." Shan Meng didn't give him face: "Some groups only have two people."
There are only about ten players in total.
The people in the front row were about to retort, but Ji Heng, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly stood up with his book in his arms and smiled, "Su Er and I will form a separate group."
Before Su Er could react, Ji Heng spoke first: "Let's go."
The two walked aimlessly in the empty corridor. Sur asked, "Where are we going?"
Ji Heng: "Where do you want to go?"
"Go down."
Ji Heng nodded: "Then let's go to the top floor first."
"…"
It turned out that using Sur's method to eliminate wrong options was correct. I went up two floors in a row without encountering any abnormalities.
The top floor is the broadcasting room and activity room.
Ji Heng: "Where do you want to go?"
Soul hesitated for a moment.
Ji Heng waved his hand, indicating that the answer after hesitation might not be accurate, and casually pushed open the door of the broadcasting room.
There was a thick layer of dust on the equipment. Sur covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve and brushed off the dust on the microphone.
The power supply in the teaching building was normal. After pressing the switch, the red light on the button next to the microphone flashed. Su Er looked at Ji Heng and said, "It seems to be working."
After saying that, he began to look through the record book placed aside.
"I want to ask the heavens and the earth—"
The music started suddenly and then stopped abruptly.
When Suer turned his head, he saw Ji Heng tinkering with the equipment.
"The music is quite suitable for the occasion." Ji Heng said casually.
Suer's gaze returned to the record book. Judging from the date, the announcer was changed every Monday and there was no pattern to the list.
Ji Heng took out a lottery bucket from the cabinet, and one of the lottery lots was engraved with "Today's Little Announcer".
"It's a matter of luck."
Suhr commented: "Very novel."
In previous copies, there were all kinds of strange story cores, such as rules, fate, and love, and now one of them has been successfully collected.
While searching for clues, Soul suddenly recalled his experience on the rooftop: "A memory suddenly emerged without warning. It was me being lectured for being left-handed."
The whole process was explained clearly, even the tone of the woman's voice was repeated.
Ji Heng was stunned by his frankness.
Suer disagreed and thought it was better to share some unknown things.
"Unless they're from an overly conservative and strict family, most people rarely scold their children for being left-handed." Ji Heng analyzed the situation briefly: "The person who appears in your memory..."
"It's very vague, but I feel like it's my biological mother."
Ji Heng frowned slightly. The trivial details connected together suggested that Sul's past was not as peaceful as he remembered.
Sur remained calm about this: "I just hope it doesn't have anything to do with the game."
After much difficulty, she came up with a few words of comfort, but before she could open her mouth, she was blocked back. Ji Heng asked tentatively, "Aren't you sad?"
Soul: "Not bad."
What he has always wanted to explore is why he cannot feel any emotional ups and downs about the death of his parents. If the responsibility does not lie with the individual, there is no need to pay for the mistakes of others.
Besides, that memory had been erased for some reason.
Everyone is happy.
Just at this moment, a slight noise was heard in the corridor.
Ji Heng walked to the door and opened it, which scared the ghost outside and made it jump up.
"Not here." The headless child came in, walked around, and left holding the small ball, talking to himself.
Su Er was at an angle, with no blind spots. "I guess someone's unlucky enough to find a page playing hide-and-seek."
The heavy weight in his hands constantly reminded him that there were at least three hundred more pages waiting to be arranged.
"In fact, there are some patterns."
Ji Heng placed the book on the table, closed his eyes for ten seconds, and then opened the book. The content read "Nice weather."
Obviously a useless answer for the safe period.
Then he turned it again, and there was only one word in the middle of the page: Yes.
For five consecutive times, risky options were avoided.
Su Er exclaimed, this probability must not be luck, but a certain trick.
"Don't just turn the pages and ask where your diploma is."
Soul understood.
Ji Heng: "What will the weather be like in five minutes... This kind of thing is a safe bet."
The simpler the question, the easier it is to get the answer to it from the book of answers.
Su Er raised an eyebrow: "The accuracy rate of answering difficult questions may be one percent, but the accuracy rate of answering easy questions is almost one hundred percent?"
Ji Heng glanced at the book of answers and said, "You can gradually test it by asking questions that skirt the line with the graduation certificate."
Su Er thought for a moment and nodded: "Three hundred and sixty-seven is a good number."
If the copy is fair enough, the number of pages with meaningless answers will be roughly half of the number of pages with ghosts, and the remaining page will be exactly where the graduation certificate is hidden.
Thinking of this, Sur closed his eyes, intending to test it himself.
When he was about to turn the page, he suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Will the answers inside change at any time?"
Ji Heng nodded. The questions he had asked before had confirmed this.
Books tailored for games are naturally not ordinary.
Suer was originally planning to ask a simple question to try, but he changed his mind at the last minute.
Ever since the psychological suggestion of 'accidentally planting a willow tree and it grows into a shade' in the last instance, coupled with the momentary palpitations when being maintained, he has been somewhat uneasy.
His palm rested on the hardcover book. Considering that directly asking whether he and Ji Heng would develop feelings would be considered as probing the future, and the possibility of the Book of Answers giving a conclusion was very small, Su Er tried to magnify and blur the concept as much as possible.
What will my love life be like?
After reciting silently, I flipped through the paper and saw the words clearly written in black and white:
Publish a book.