Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 306 Script Killing: The Eighth Person (2)

Jiang Wan struggled to lift up the black coffin board and cover it.

She patted the dust on her hands and kneaded her shoulders a few times to relieve the soreness.

The patterns carved on the black coffin caught her attention.

The patterns are a bit dense, with various patterns and little figures with different movements.

Some of the little figures made sacrifices and prayers, and some of them were surrounded by a bonfire. There was a platform in the middle of the bonfire, and there was a figure lying on the platform, whose hands and feet were tied and stretched into a "big" shape. .

There are many more patterns.

While stroking the pattern on the black coffin, Jiang Wan continued to bend down to look carefully
In the latter two pictures, a burly little man is holding a sword, standing on the top of a mountain, and stepping on two totems that symbolize power.

day and month.

Jiang Wan had just finished reading this picture, and when she was about to continue looking down, there was a "pop", and the dim light in the basement suddenly went out, and the quiet and secluded space became a little gloomy.

The wind swayed in the corridor, whining like a devil's cry, which made people's scalp numb.

Jiang Wan is not afraid of these things, she is a demon in the first place.

But the lights were all turned off, probably because the students just pulled down the master switch.

Since she couldn't see the patterns on the coffin, she lost interest and walked towards the hall along the dim light.

Sure enough, all the lights in this museum went out, only a green security light remained in the lobby.

Five men and one woman were waiting for her in the lobby with their bags on their backs, and when they saw someone coming out, they urged her to hurry up.

"Let's go, let's go! It's almost ten o'clock, and it's just the time for access control when we return to the dormitory."

All seven of them are graduate students of the Department of Archeology at CUHK.

It was because there was nothing to do during the summer vacation, so they all came to work as administrators in the museum recommended by the professor.With a good income, you can also increase your knowledge, and by the way, get the materials for your thesis in advance.

The gate of the museum is locked, leaving only the oily green security light.

The figure elongated and gradually disappeared.

The green lamp flickered faintly a few times, flickered on and off, and went out abruptly.

In the four-person dormitory, three classmates have returned to their hometown, and now only Jiang Wan lives alone.

She washed her face and stood in front of the mirror.

The girl in the mirror has a baby face, short hair, small and delicate features, and a somewhat indifferent expression.

There is a kind of maverick arrogance, like a cat with its tail up.

She parted her short hair with her hands, pointed the back of her head to the mirror, and took a small mirror in her right hand to look at the painful place on the back of her head.

There was no bleeding, but it was purple and blue, and the shape was round.

Like being hit hard with a stick.

She couldn't remember anything that happened before she was smashed, as if she really lost her memory!
This world is full of weirdness and mystery, as if shrouded in a cloud of fog, waiting for someone to reveal the truth.

She rubbed the back of her head, thinking of getting up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning to go to the museum on duty, her eyelids trembled, and she just wanted to go to sleep.

The lights are off.

In the darkness, the light breath was slow and long.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock" drops of water leaked from the faucet, which strangely hit the tin pool.

The locked door creaked open a gap.

A vague shadow stands beside the bunk bed
When she woke up the next day, Jiang Wan not only felt sore all over her body, but also a lot of things rushed into her head.

The world is indeed strange.

Because it is not real!

This is a script killing game. There are seven students in total. Each student has a different task, but one of them is the murderer. The task is to kill all the other six students.

Can.
The name of this script kill is even more strange, called:
Eighth person!

　Ahhh this plane is a bit brain-burning. I'm still coding the outline! !There will be more updates tomorrow, definitely!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)