Thriller game? She is just a weak woman

"It makes sense." Fan Qiuyue's eyes lit up, and then she patted her head with a headache, "Where are we going to find this? How about we split up?"

Splitting up is not a smart idea in a thriller, but there seems to be no other way.

Yan He agreed with her idea, and after discussing to keep in touch, she came to 103 again.

There are no locked doors in 103 and 102. The furnishings in the two rooms are basically the same, except that 103 has an extra empty glass cabinet.

The staff member of 102 calmed down a lot. He leaned against the door and glared at Yan He fiercely. He didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly showed a sly smile, but he quickly retracted it.

"If you can't find something, you ask me. Maybe I know?" He was without sincerity, picking his nose and looking down at the other party regardless of appearance.

Yan He knew that he was uneasy and well-intentioned, so he ignored him and planned to continue walking to 103, but he heard the staff's low laughter.

"If you can find it, I will take your surname."

Now she was absolutely certain that this staff member knew 100% about the whereabouts of the purple chalk.

But due to rules, players cannot ask directly, and it is impossible for him to take the initiative to explain.

Yan He thought of two methods:

First, the player refused to communicate with the staff and simply beat him up. When his health bottomed out, he would naturally explain.

Second, she chose to read the memory again.

[After all the rules appear, the staff gets purple chalk, which is also the staff's last chance. 】

[Players who want to get purple chalk must come to him. 】

[But the staff member thought it was not safe to put the purple chalk in his place, so he secretly went to the men's restroom on the first floor. There was a human head in one of the toilets in the men's restroom. He put the purple chalk in the head's mouth. 】

[In his message, this head can interfere with all players. 】

Yan He looked at the staff with complicated eyes and sighed.

If it hadn't been for the staff's fault this time, it would have been hard for her to think of reading the memory again.

In the final analysis, the NPC is still not responsible.

If the staff were emotionless NPCs, without human emotions and thoughts, how could there be so many things happening?

The staff member was infuriated by Yan He's eyes. Having experienced the lesson of having an iron plate stuck in his head, he did not dare to do anything again. He could only spit at Yan He's feet and returned to the office.

Yan He ignored him, contacted Fan Qiuyue, and went to the men's room on the first floor.

From memory, she quickly found the toilet with a human head.

When he was still one meter away from the toilet, the toilet lid suddenly opened automatically, and the human head inside ejected, standing on the edge of the toilet, crying like a ghost.

"Ahhh-"

It has no facial features, its eyes, nose, and ears have been cut off, leaving only a flat surface full of fat and tender maggots crawling around. It has a bloody mouth open with no teeth or tongue inside. The dense white maggots are because of The voice squirmed uneasily.

When it squirms, a corner of purple chalk occasionally appears.

At this time, Fan Qiuyue was late and stood at the door. The scream almost sent her away on the spot.

"I, I'm dizzy..." Fan Qiuyue covered her head and lay slowly on the ground.

Yan He fixed his gaze, and the system panel automatically popped up a message about the person's head.

【Screaming Ghost】

【HP: 20】

[Attack power: 0]

【Speed: 1】

[Weapon: Throat (one star) (+80 points of mental attack)]

Mental attack, no wonder Fan Qiuyue lost his mobility instantly.

The only one he could rely on now was himself. Yan He took a deep breath, mentally prepared himself, and gradually stretched out his hand.

Snapped--

She took out the nine-tooth rake and clicked it on the door of the person's head.

Just kidding, if she really had to reach out to get it, she would rather not have this hand.

"Be conscious and spit it out!" Yan He rake again, leaving deep marks on the person's head.

Seeing that the woman in front of him had no intention of being attacked, Rentou began to panic and screamed at the top of his lungs, which was bound to traumatize Yan He.

Yan He stared at it expressionlessly, holding up the nine-tooth nail rake, ready to do it again.

"Bah bah - bah -"

The head hurriedly pouted several times, and all the chalk and maggots were spat out and fell to the ground.

It got back into the toilet and the toilet seat closed automatically, which meant a peaceful truce.

Yan He took out two pieces of paper from her bag and wrapped them in chalk. She used a nine-tooth rake to pry open the toilet seat. The face without features of the human head revealed a look of horror.

It seems to be saying "I've vomited it out, what else do you want?"

Yan He swung the nine-tooth rake and struck the person more than a dozen times, and the person's head was instantly filled with lunch.

[The player kills the NPC and gets 1 skill points. 】

Yan He took back his weapon and woke Fan Qiuyue.

A mental attack cannot be recovered in a short time. Yan He dragged the confused Fan Qiuyue to the entrance of the administration building and stood in front of the small blackboard.

She added a stroke to the 2 to make it a 3; she added strength and covered the number 2 with a 3.

Not far away, the heart-rending wails of the staff could be heard from 102.

Yan He walked over leisurely and greeted him: "Hello, I'm here to ask if you have the key to 303."

The originally empty glass cabinets in 103 are now full of keys.

"No problem." The staff returned to the state of the first meeting. He smiled and found the key to 303 in the glass cabinet and handed it to Yan He.

If you ignored the resentment and confusion in his eyes, as well as the gnashing of teeth, Yan He would almost wonder if he had changed someone.

When passing by 102, Yan He went in. It was full of brooms and mops. She took one of each and put it in the prop column.

When everything was ready, Yan He returned to the small blackboard, changed the time to ten o'clock with blue chalk, and sent a message to Ding Hui.

[Yan He]: Did the security guard fall?

[Ding Hui]: Down, you succeeded, meet on the third floor.

[Yan He]: Fan Qiuyue received a mental attack and is not very clear now.

[Ding Hui]: I’ll come now.

Ding Hui was very fast and rushed to the first floor in less than a minute. He looked at Fan Qiuyue carefully, and after finding no wounds, he carried her behind his back.

"Let's go to the archives." He shouted to Yan He.

Yan He was still standing in front of the small blackboard, looking at the time on the clock.

【22: 05】

In less than a minute, ten minutes passed on the small blackboard.

The working time is four o'clock in the morning. According to this time flow rate, we can reach four o'clock in less than forty minutes.

"Let's go quickly." Yan He followed, "Try to get out within half an hour."

click-

The lock fell to the ground and the door opened automatically. It was dark inside, but through the light in the corridor, you could see blood stains and severed limbs all over the floor.

This also verifies Rule 4.

[4. Don’t soil your shoes or the corridor floor. 】

Ding Hui carefully placed Fan Qiuyue by the door, planning to go in first.

"Wait a minute, take it." She took out a broom from the space and handed it to Ding Hui, while she held a nine-tooth rake.

The nine-tooth nail rake itself is a mop. Although there are large gaps between the nails, the floor is clean wherever it passes.