Su Er also felt wronged. He felt that he was being blamed. He rationally analyzed the situation and said, "I just worshipped the fox fairy. It's a courtesy in return. She promised to bring me good luck."
What a natural operation!
Dongfeng Jushi frowned, what he said was indeed true. Luring players to worship the fox fairy was a routine designed by the dungeon, hoping that they would waste each other's luck in vicious competition.
"Whose horoscope did you use?"
Su Er glanced at Ji Heng, the answer was self-evident.
"I almost fell out with my best friend over this. Isn't that what the copy wants to see happen?"
One moment hundreds of ghosts are wandering around at night sharing suffering, and the next moment she is alone and beautifully relying on the luck of her companions. It can be said to be insane.
Mr. Dongfeng followed his logic and found that this was the case.
The operation is fine.
Unable to find anyone to vent his anger on, he finally turned his gaze towards the fox fairy and scolded, "Useless thing."
I can't even have a good luck.
"…"
The statue trembled, and some paint on its surface was visibly peeling off. It was unclear whether it was due to fear or anger.
"From now on, stay away from the fox fairy." Dongfeng Jushi narrowed his eyes and hit each of them with a stick. Although the murderous intent had dissipated, the coldness was still frozen in his pupils.
Su Er was filled with righteous indignation: "Why? Others can worship me but I can't. I am just like a fish on the chopping board!"
"You deserve it." Ji Heng responded with sarcasm.
Su Er rushed to Master Dongfeng, nearly bumping into his wheelchair, and growled, "To improve my luck, I betrayed my friend! Your decision is unfair! I'm reporting you!"
After saying that, he opened the window. As the night wind howled in, he faced the vast darkness and complained, "Players should have the same rights. I, Su Er, am reporting this with my real name..."
"Shut up!"
Reporting and replacing another host would be disadvantageous to him, so Su Er was just pretending. He pursed his lips and turned his head to look pitiful.
Not long after, the familiar black coal ball was thrown over and fell into the palm of his hand.
Dongfeng Jushi said coldly: "If you can get out alive, this thing will be very useful."
Su Er tried: "What's the use?"
Mr. Dongfeng looked at him coldly without saying a word.
Ji Heng reached out his hand at this moment: "Give it to me."
Su Er: "Why?"
The two men argued with each other and almost came to blows, and then Ji Heng followed him closely.
Soul glared.
Ji Heng said calmly: "When you die, I will pick up your body."
Mr. Dongfeng hated noise the most. Seeing that they did not lose their minds and kill each other, he was too lazy to continue watching the farce and returned to the original classroom to rest.
As soon as he disappeared, Sur's gaze returned to the fox fairy, with a hint of regret.
If the host does not show up, he can actually use the fact that the statue is broken to force the fox fairy to tell the truth of that year.
Now that the benefits have been received, it would be a waste of time to provoke the host again.
Ji Heng dropped the exaggerated expression from his previous performance: "As long as I don't lose money, that's fine."
Soul nodded: "I hope the little coal briquettes are worth that."
There was no need to explore the broadcasting room at all. Before leaving, Su Er glanced at the fox fairy and said, "We have to be careful about others borrowing our luck."
Ji Heng corrected: "It's 'I'."
Unless someone is tired of living, they will borrow Suer's luck. For those who even the fox fairy cannot bless them, even if they borrow it, it will probably be bad luck.
Su Er coughed lightly and said, "Borrowing luck requires hair and birth date, which is not easy to obtain."
Ji Heng knew what he was going to say and shook his head: "Some people in real life specifically collect other players' horoscopes in case of emergency."
"really?"
After asking, Sur quickly figured it out. There are many gods and ghosts in the game, and the uses of birth date and time are sometimes more than imagined.
For example...ghost marriage.
Ji Heng's eyes were unfathomable. "I'm not sure if there are any players with bad intentions among these players. If there are, it will be very troublesome."
Several seconds passed without Soul responding. When he spoke again, his expression was complicated: "Actually, I admire that about you."
The sudden turn of events stunned Ji Heng.
Su Er said seriously, "Even if you are strong, you wouldn't be so arrogant as to say, 'Come and borrow it if you have the ability.'"
He did a better job than me in assessing the situation.
Ji Heng felt a little embarrassed when he was suddenly praised.
Su Er lowered his eyes: "There is only a thief who steals for a thousand days, but there is no such thing as a thief who guards against thieves for a thousand days."
If you want to borrow luck, you can always find thousands of ways to do it.
Suddenly, he grabbed Ji Heng's wrist and said, "You have always protected me and given me props. Now it's my turn to protect you."
After saying that, he pressed the other person's shoulder and motioned him to sit down.
"I'm going to find a knife now, you stay here."
"knife?"
"Yes, tonsure!" Soul: "Shave it clean and burn the cut hair. Don't worry, no one can get a single hair of yours while I'm here."
Since birth date and time have become uncontrollable factors, let's focus on the former.
"Wait." Ji Heng was about to stand up when he was pushed down again.
Su Er said seriously, "After leaving the dungeon, the hair will return intact. It doesn't matter, don't be reluctant to part with it."
This is true, but Ji Heng doesn't want to wander around the dungeon with a bald head.
He conveyed a strong refusal.
Su Er had to give up.
After a while, he sighed and said, "What they say on the internet is true. When you get older, you start to take your hair very seriously."
"…"
Ji Heng turned around and met his half-smile, and couldn't help but laugh: "You can think of that."
After a pause, he said, "It's a good idea, though. We can resell it at a high price."
Shan Meng, Li Zizai, Jin Liya... Ji Heng pointed out three names in a row.
"These are the strongest players, and they are also the easiest to borrow."
Su Er was not optimistic: "What if they have already made a deal with the fox fairy? Wouldn't that ruin the plan?"
Ji Heng: "Anyone with both ability and a bit of brains wouldn't do that."
The weak need to take advantage of the situation, but the strong are different. When they are strong enough to protect themselves, they must weigh the pros and cons again and again.
Su Er thought for a moment and said, "That's right. If I really want to borrow, I'll definitely borrow from a stronger person."
If the other party gets out alive, it would be equivalent to provoking a powerful enemy.
"There are only two teaching buildings in total. We'll meet up sometime." Ji Heng added, "Right now, the mission is more important."
It is unwise to pick up sesame seeds and throw away watermelons.
"good."
Walking out side by side, Su Er returned to his composure: "Zhang Xiaohua's wish is to find the real culprit of the poisoning case, which is consistent with our goal."
To explore the main storyline, finding the murderer is an essential part.
Ji Heng: "A fox fairy doesn't need to poison people. The biggest suspects are teachers or students."
Of course, in reality, there is the possibility that a staff member will retaliate against society, but the copy emphasizes cause and effect, and this possibility is very small.
As he thought, Su Er subconsciously slowed down his pace. "Milk comes in bags, boxes, and bottles. The first two require needles. If it's a student committing the crime, the parents' work should be special. But there's one most important point..."
After a pause, his gaze grew deeper: "The source of the poison."
Rat poison is everywhere in the school. Dissolving it in liquid will change the taste and even color of milk, and the reduced dosage is not enough to cause death.
The murderer must have chosen another medicine.
Both parties tacitly began looking for the office, trying to understand the student's family situation through the roster.
Su Er quickened his pace again: "After the tragedy, the school was abandoned suddenly. If we are lucky, we can find a lot of remaining information."
The premise of 'good luck' was very subtle when it came out of his mouth.
I seemed to have noticed this as well, and I curled my lips slightly and stopped talking.
The corridor only takes one or two minutes to walk to the end, and the office is easy to find.
The windows were closed, and the moment the door was opened, there was a pungent smell of mold.
There were several test papers on the table that had become brittle due to age. Suer picked them up carefully and confirmed that they were sixth-grade test papers.
The drawers and cabinet doors were all locked. Just as I was about to discuss the division of labor in unlocking the doors with Ji Heng, I turned my head and suddenly saw a pair of shoes at the side, with the toes pointing directly at me.
I blinked to make sure I was seeing correctly.
Only the shoes couldn't see the ghost. When he moved to the side, the shoes moved with him.
At this moment, Ji Heng took the initiative to step forward, and his shoes moved backwards.
Soul: "The ghost is possessed in the shoes?"
"The Yin Qi is not strong, so it's hard to judge."
Su Er's eyes lit up and he took out the stun gun.
It's better to store more Yin energy to be prepared, as the next copy may require the development of an artificial ghost project.
"pain."
Just as the defibrillator began to work on the shoe, a faint sound was heard. The locked cabinet door behind her was violently opened from the inside, and the first thing that emerged was a pale hand. As her entire body emerged, she could finally be seen in full.
A round-faced little girl with a ponytail and a butterfly hairpin on her head. The butterfly's wings fluttered every time she moved.
The little girl had no intention of attacking. She walked barefoot to the shoes, picked up the little red shoes, and stared at Sur with her out-of-focus eyes.
The evil Suer complained first: "Why are you scaring people?"
The little girl said faintly: "You have accepted my mission."
Su Er was stunned: "Zhang Xiaohua?"
The little girl nodded slowly.
After finding the key figure, Su Er immediately asked about what happened when the crime happened. Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaohua remained unmoved and kept repeating, "I'm hungry."
His dark eyes rolled around, and his tone was filled with resentment: "After accepting the mission, you...can't eat for the time being."
After saying that, he moved outside, ready to look for new food.
Suer glanced at Ji Heng, asking with his eyes whether he wanted to stop it.
"Follow and see."
Ghosts have their own way of finding people, whether it's magnetic field or smell.
Zhang Xiaohua was not walking forward without any idea. Gradually, she could hear someone talking in a low voice.
She quickened her pace and rushed to a classroom, but was thrown out again in less than thirty seconds.
The little girl wasn't hurt at all. She picked up her shoes and quickly got up, muttering to herself, "I can beat them, but I can't kill them, so I can't eat them..."
He shook his head and went to look for food somewhere else.
This time Ji Heng did not continue to follow, but walked into the classroom.
Hearing the heavier footsteps that were different from those of the ghost child, Shan Meng and Jin Liya in the classroom looked defensive.
Seeing who it was, Shan Meng's initial surprise faded and he became even more vigilant: "Did you attract a ghost?"
Ji Heng shook his head: "The ghost led us here."
At this time, Suer also walked into the classroom, and the atmosphere was depressing and tense.
Shan Meng made a gesture to leave.
"Do you want to make a deal?" Ji Heng called him.
Shan Meng subconsciously refused: "Last year, I played a copy with you. I heard that after you got out, you almost mortgaged your pants."
Although it is just an exaggerated rumor, it is worth learning from.
Without revealing all the information at once, Ji Heng laid out the bait first: "The fox fairy's methods of harming people..."
"Borrowing luck." Jin Liya, standing beside her, curled her hair with her fingers, her temperament charming: "We already know."
"But I have a way to prevent you from being borrowed."
As soon as these words came out, two sharp eyes fell on him.
Ji Heng's tone was mysterious and solemn. Anticipating what would happen next, Su Er silently watched the unscrupulous businessman doing business.
Shan Meng and Jin Liya had just been worried about the borrowed transportation issue. When they heard there was a solution, they looked at each other. Jin Liya quickly spread the hair between her fingers and began to negotiate seriously: "Conditions."
"Two items for self-defense."
Jin Liya frowned. There are many types of props. Self-defense props are not rare, but they are very practical.
"Ten seconds to think about it," Ji Heng glanced at the night outside the window, "We're in a hurry."
Jin Liya is also a decisive person. She took out a prop and threw it over as a sign of sincerity.
"I'll pay for the other one after you finish speaking."
Not afraid that she would default on the debt, Ji Heng slowly uttered two words: "Shave your head."
After saying this, he had a small knife in his hand, as well as a useless fire-making prop: "If you need it, I can help you."
"!!!"
Ten minutes later, two smooth boiled egg heads appeared in the corridor, and the light hit them and reflected away.
"Old beast..." Jin Liya's face turned from red to blue, and the corners of her mouth kept twitching.
He actually used this method to cheat them out of two props.
Shan Meng was also speechless. For safety reasons, and more importantly, because they didn't want the two props to go to waste, the two of them finally chose to shave their heads.
"I won't give up." Jin Liya wanted to turn back.
Shan Meng held her back.
"We're not looking for a fight," she said, even though she was furious. "We'll just say hello and let Ji Heng know when to stop. We can use this to cover up and make some money."
Shan Meng let go of his hand and touched his chin: "That makes sense."
The benefits cannot be taken by one person alone.
They can't be the only ones who shave their heads.
With her shiny bald head, Jin Liya even seemed to be floating when she walked.
She heard the sound of conversation coming from the classroom, and she subconsciously lowered her footsteps and pricked up her ears to eavesdrop.
"Two props can easily offend people." Su Er's voice was faintly worried.
Ji Heng, however, remained calm as always: "It's no problem."
Su Er: "I came up with the idea of shaving your head, but you are the one who is responsible for stirring up hatred."
"Don't worry about it," Ji Heng handed over the props: "The number of ghosts in this copy exceeds the limit, use it for self-defense."
After two seconds of silence, Soul's voice sounded again: "Thank you."
…
Outside the door, Jin Liya covered her chest... Damn, that was clearly her prop!
I couldn't listen to the rest of the conversation anymore, so I walked back holding onto the wall.
Shan Meng, who was waiting there, saw that she looked unhappy and frowned: "Did you fight?"
"What a beast!" Jin Liya was indignant. "That grandson used Su'er's idea to trick us, and then used our props to please Su'er."
I have never seen anything more shameless than this, playing with the excuse of "borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha" to this extent!