Thriller game? She is just a weak woman

Fortunately, Yan He could still see the NPC's weaknesses.

Although she didn't quite understand what a weakness was [wet towel], she still chose to run immediately.

Her current attribute values ​​are too low, and she can't stand up to them head-on.

But this NPC had a large visual range and had already discovered her. When it broke into Yan He's visual range, it was dragging a mop in its hand.

The cleaning lady was wearing blue and white overalls with blood stains all over her clothes. There was a piece of dark purple cloth wrapped around her arms, thighs, neck, and waist.

His hand holding the mop was slightly raised, but when he found Yan He staring at her, he quickly lowered it.

"Wait, it's... myself." Probably because his vocal cords were damaged, his voice was very unclear, "I am an NPC. As long as I complete the cleaning task, I can clear the level. Can you help me?"

If Yan He hadn't been able to read the other party's memory, he would have almost believed it.

She put her hands on her chest, with fear on her face: "Really? Are you really not going to hurt me?"

The cleaning lady nodded: "Really, let's add a friend. It's inconvenient for me to talk."

The chat system has a [Nearby People] function. After narrowing the range, he applied to add Yanhe as a friend.

On the chat page, he spoke at length, telling a story about how "he only needs to find players to help him clean the classroom to clear the level, and it can also benefit the players."

[Wang Jia]: The mission said that as long as the players help me, I can give them a clue, but I don’t know what the clue is at the moment.

This was said with a high standard, even if he didn't know the player's clearance conditions, he could still fool him.

"Great, I'm worried that I can't find any clues about the principal. Please lead the way. Let's clean the classroom now!" Yan He urged Wang Jia with eyes full of anticipation and gratitude.

Wang Jia snorted disdainfully in his heart, with a gentle smile on his face: "Follow me, let's go."

The mop was dirty, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground where it touched.

Yan He stood behind the mop and glanced at Wang Jia out of the corner of his eye.

If she saw it correctly, the purple cloth on this person should be a towel, right?

Yan He is a student of this school and has a certain understanding of the school. There are three purple towels hanging on the balcony of their classroom.

Exactly the same color.

"Is this cleaning task difficult? I'm afraid I can't complete it alone." Yan He calmly took out mineral water from the side of his schoolbag while chatting with the other party.

This was a made-up story. Wang Jia felt a little guilty and would not stare at Yan He. He looked straight ahead and continued to make up: "It's not difficult. I saw the task, which is to sweep the floor and clean the windows. It can be completed in up to an hour. "

"As long as it's not difficult."

Yan He's tone became brisk, he unscrewed the bottle cap with his hands behind his back, and poured water onto the towel around Wang Jia's waist.

Before Wang Jia could react, Yan He grabbed the towel and pulled it gently. The towel was pulled off without any effort.

The towel fell to the ground, and Wang Jia's body was split open from the waist down, as if cut in half. She fell to the ground, and her intestines and organs fell all over the floor.

"You!" Wang Jia's eyes widened, his face full of horror and confusion, and there were a hundred thousand question marks in his mind.

How was he exposed? How did the other party know his weakness? The story he made up is obviously perfect!

In the end, all the 100,000 question marks turned into exclamation points. He roared angrily and raised the mop in his hand. The mop turned into a nine-tooth rake in mid-air and slashed towards Yan He.

Yan He took two steps back and looked at Wang Jia incompetently and furiously.

The nine-tooth rake couldn't reach anyone, so he put one hand on the ground to move forward.

This time Yan He did not retreat, but walked to Wang Jia's side. Taking advantage of the gap between the opponent's attacks, she raised the mineral water, poured it on her head, and pulled off the towel around her neck.

The head fell to the ground. Yan He stretched out his foot and kicked it ten meters away like a football.

Even from a distance, you can still hear his yelling.

"Bitch! Bitch! You're doing a sneak attack, you don't have martial ethics!"

Its arm was still waving the nine-tooth rake, but without its senses, it couldn't lock Yan He's position at all.

[Wang Jia]: I'm sorry, don't kill me!

[Wang Jia]: I was wrong, I was wrong!

[Wang Jia]: Don’t dismember me, I will die!

Wang Jia's news started popping up all over the place. He was submissive in the chat area, but in reality he was cursing.

Yan He gave a death smile, blocked it, and followed the same pattern, pouring water on the towels on his limbs and pulling them off.

Not thinking it was safe enough, she wrapped her limbs in towels and threw them in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.

[The player kills the NPC and gets 2 skill points. 】

Yan He picked up the nine-tooth nail rake and tried to put it in the inventory. He originally only had the mentality of giving it a try, but he didn't expect to actually put it in it.

【mop】

【star: one star】

[Attack power: 2]

[Information: Weapons that are not as good as the player's starting attack value seem to be only used for cleaning? 】

Yan He: Thank you, I'm not even as good as a mop.

Something is better than nothing. Yan He turned off the panel and began to think about the next step.

You need to apply for a campus card before leaving school. Where did the school get the campus card in the past?

Yan He had lost her campus card once before. She remembered that after the teacher arranged it, she went to the guard to get it.

It should be the same in the game...

Yan He discerned the direction and started walking towards the guard room.

Sitting at the security booth was an old man with gray and sparse hair. His face was wrinkled and he was as skinny as a stick. The skin on his body was loose and hung like a pocket.

It's very similar to the state of a fat man after losing weight too much.

If he hadn't been wearing a security uniform, no one would have thought that this old man who was about to die was a security guard.

However, his appearance seemed more and more familiar.

"Are you... Yan He?" The security guard recognized Yan He first. His eyes lit up and he waved with difficulty, "Do you still recognize me?"

Even without the need for memory tracing, Yan He recognized it based on his facial features. This was her classmate Xu Hong, who took the college entrance examination together this year.

"Xu Hong, are you an NPC?"

Xu Hong nodded: "Oh, I didn't expect that the price of NPC would be too heavy. Just because I have to play a seventy-year-old security guard, I was forced to look like this. The system said that even if the game ends, my appearance will not change." After recovering, I am really jealous of the talent!"

To be able to joke at this time, his task must not be difficult.

Before Yan He could ask, Xu Hong expressed his bitterness: "I just came out of the examination room and the second game was triggered. Who could be so unlucky? Yes, and you."

"Fortunately, I'm just an NPC, responsible for applying for campus cards. By the way, you're here to ask for clues about the campus card, right?"

Yan He nodded, and Xu Hong continued: "You need two things to apply for a campus card, one is the student file, and the other is the class teacher's personal certification."

"You know, the student files are in the administration building. I don't know where our old class is."