Horror game: Help the ghosts make choices at the beginning

Jiang Ye wanted to know what Zhang Jun's favorite thing was, so he assigned a composition assignment.

Collected it before noon,

I thought I could find clues to the treasure from Zhang Jun's favorite things.

But Jiang Ye read the entire composition repeatedly, and only felt a sense of desolation from it.

Indifferent, desolate.

Zhang Jun said: What I like does not exist in this world.

He said that people have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes, but the moon is always the moon itself.

He said that people hate bugs or love butterflies, which are just other people's expressed feelings. Insects don't know other people's preferences, and butterflies only like to fly around flowers.

He said, the thing I love most is either heaven, earth, or all things.

When at a certain moment, I feel myself and see myself in something, that is what I love.

……

"It's written quite carefully..."

Jiang Ye subconsciously began to correct the composition.

But then I remembered that he was here to hunt for treasure!

Looking at the entire composition again, there is not a single word mentioned about the baby.

Zhang Jun seems to have released his soul into the air.

When you look at him, you will feel that this person's eyes are dull and dull.

But looking at his compositions, he is a very thoughtful person.

Jiang Ye thought of Zhang Jun, the receptionist in the Pingze office building.

He looked quite normal, at least much more cheerful than he is now.

"what?"

An idea flashed in Jiang Ye's mind.

He thought back to these four sites,

When he was a child, Xiaojun's mother was often not at home, so he could only wait in the hut for her to come back.

In junior high school, Zhang Jun had no friends and was taciturn.

After work, Zhang Jun worked hard at the front desk... However, the company was a den of thieves.

In such an environment, he will be pulled into the pit sooner or later.

Trapped in loans and debt.

Not to mention making money, it is probably worth paying back.

In his later years, he was the owner of a small shop.

But there were so many mutilated bodies in the store.

Granny, woman, baby.

If it corresponds to Xiaojun's life, those three people may be - wife, mother, and child.

It is enough to see that his life was not smooth.

"Everyone in the school can't see their faces clearly...could it also be a reflection of Xiaojun's heart?"

"Is that dilapidated and bloody store also a reflection of Xiaojun's old life?"

If Xiaojun is given what he needs at every stage of his life, will he be able to get clues to the treasure?

Thinking of this, Jiang Ye looked around subconsciously.

The school is full of bad guys, where can he find friends?

……

Zhang Jun always reads a book alone, sitting in a corner and looking at the sky.

I go to the toilet alone and do my homework alone.

Every day.

After handing in his homework, he sat by the window in a daze.

The soul wanders far away.

Just watching, something seemed to be moving in his sight.

He took a closer look and couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

The new Chinese teacher was circling the flower bed.

After a lap, I had a bunch of flowers in my hand.

I looked around and saw no one, then I held a bouquet of flowers openly and walked towards the cafeteria.

Zhang Jun: "..."

I thought that the new Chinese teacher just had some strange ideas.

Unexpectedly... his behavior was even weirder.

Others go to flower shops to buy or pick them on the roadside.

It was collected directly in school, which was the first time he saw it.

……

Jiang Ye has always believed that the wool comes from the sheep.

Don’t waste this ready-made food.

He ran to the cafeteria and had a friendly chat with the aunts there before successfully entering the kitchen.

[Title: Friends of Women

Explanation: You have a good reputation among women. Even women who have met you once will think that you are an easy person to get along with. 】

Of course the flowers in the school flower bed cannot be roses.

But as long as there are flowers and food made by Jiang Ye, it can restore physical strength and energy to a certain extent.

And, it’s delicious.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of aunts with black threads on their faces, Jiang Ye cooked a pot of flower porridge, kneaded the dough, and made many vegetable and flower cakes.

His cooking skills have always been very good.

Amidst the fragrance of rice and flowers, the chill emanating from the aunts seemed to have diminished by two points.

Jiang Ye packed three portions of food and gave the rest to the aunts.

"Sisters, you can eat whatever you want."

Jiang Ye said with a smile, he had a delicate face, and with such a smile, he looked like a pure and sunny young man.

Regardless of whether they understood or not, Jiang Ye found an opportunity and slipped out of the kitchen.

……

After class, the students all ran to the cafeteria.

Zhang Jun also picked up the bowls and chopsticks, walked silently to the cafeteria, and silently lined up for meals.

Then I found a deserted corner and started eating in silence.

thump—

A bowl of flower porridge was placed in front of the food box, and the plastic lid on it was opened, and the fragrance immediately wafted out.

Someone sat down opposite.

Zhang Jun didn't look up and continued eating.

But I never thought that the person opposite said: "Please eat food made of flowers. Try it, it's delicious."

Jiang Ye took out two more flower cakes, which were still warm.

Fragrant and soft.

There was no expression on Zhang Jun's face, but he sniffed subconsciously.

It smells really good.

only……

He looked at the flower porridge and flower cakes, and then at the new Chinese teacher opposite.

"..."

Is it really good to pick up school flowers?

Jiang Ye pushed the porridge forward, "Have a taste."

"No, I have it myself." Zhang Jun lowered his head and continued eating.

Jiang Ye: "Try it."

"..."

"It's really delicious, try it."

"..."

"You don't even pay attention to the teacher?"

"……Why."

Zhang Jun sighed, took the porridge and took a sip.

In full view of everyone, this teacher probably wouldn't murder him on the spot.

The flower porridge is very fragrant, with a hint of salty and sweet taste.

Very fresh.

After drinking it, my stomach feels warm.

The most important thing is that I always feel better.

Jiang Ye: "Is it delicious? Try this cake again."

Zhang Jun picked up the cake and took a bite. It was filled with vegetables and flowers.

This was the first time he had seen this way of eating.

However, it is surprisingly delicious.

I feel like my body is much stronger after eating it.

strangeness……

Zhang Jun subconsciously took another bite, two bites.

Immerse yourself in that strange feeling of heightened energy and spirit.

Suck, suck, suck——

thump—

A bowl of flower porridge, two flower cakes, all finished.

Jiang Ye was on the opposite side and said with a smile: "Is it delicious?"

Zhang Jun came back to his senses, looked at the empty bowl, and nodded honestly.

Jiang Ye: "If you eat my food, we will be friends."

If you don’t have friends, create one.

"?"

Zhang Jun suddenly raised his head, feeling a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

He did eat other people's food.

but……

Why does this sound like trying to trick a child?

I always feel that this Chinese teacher is weird.

The questions he asked during recess were strange, it was strange that Hua from school came to the cafeteria to cook, and it was also strange that he kept asking him to eat.

"...Are you pitying me?" Zhang Jun raised his eyelids and asked.

Jiang Ye: "What do you mean? Meeting is fate. If you eat my food, isn't that a kind of fate?"

Zhang Jun: "...something made from school flowers?"

Jiang Ye: "Oh, those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. Besides, didn't you eat it too?"

"..."

Zhang Jun could not refute.

He did eat, and he ate cleanly.

This teacher is really weird.

……