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Teacher? Or researcher?

After a while, the others returned to the living room.

"It seems that all the useful things are hidden in the second bedroom!" Li Qi gritted his teeth. He had no choice but to go in.

Luo Bin strode across the sofa and came to the door: "Then don't waste time, everyone will be back soon."

Instead of denying his words, everyone started trying to find a way to break the door lock of the second bedroom.

Xu Qing was not far from the door. When he saw the talisman paper on the rooftop, he immediately realized that the door lock here was just a fake one.

If you really want to open the door, you have to tear off the talisman first.

Xu Qing grabbed a corner of the black talisman paper, and just as he exerted force, a moment of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Is it so difficult to tear?

He couldn't help but think of Xiao Jin. She did appear to be struggling before.

But not long after, Xu Qing twisted his fingers lightly, and the talisman was finally torn off, making a crisp "swish" sound, and then turned into fluorescent dots and dissipated in the air.

"Huh?" Xu Qing was a little stunned. Why was it different this time?

At the same time, Chen Mingchuan took a deep breath, and a hot breath rose from his palm. The door lock quickly softened under the erosion of this force, and finally turned into a pool of liquid metal flowing on the ground.

When everyone saw this, they were startled and quickly pushed the door open. A dull and slightly rotten air rushed towards them.

What is unexpected is that behind the door is not the second bedroom as everyone expected, but a study converted from the second bedroom.

Although the space is not large, it is filled with all kinds of books, stacked up one after another, from old yellowed thread-bound books to modern bestsellers with beautifully bound books, all placed on huge bookshelves that reach the ceiling.

Cui Mingyang sighed: "As expected of a teacher, you have so many books."

At this moment, the curtains in the study were closed, and the thick cloth completely blocked out the sunlight, making the whole room appear dark.

And on the ground in front of them, a complex and exquisite magic circle suddenly came into view.

Different from the other two places, there was a faint light flowing in the magic circle here, which seemed to be the source of its operation.

In the center of the magic circle, a woolen doll half a person's height was sitting there alone.

Its appearance looks ordinary, but its eyes made of special materials are extremely eye-catching. At first glance, it seems as if it really has life, staring coldly at the intruder.

As soon as the door opened, the doll's dark eyes reflected a strange light in the dim environment, which scared Chen Mingchuan who entered first.

"Fuck, what the hell? Could those eyes have been taken from a real person?" Chen Mingchuan jumped on the spot.

Xu Qing took a few steps forward gently, his eyes focused, and he slowly lowered his head. When his eyes passed over the woolen doll, the corners of his mouth curled up with a faint smile: "It's okay, it's just fake."

After these words were spoken, Xiao Xin behind him dared to open his eyes.

At the same time, as a group of people filed in, a clear and pleasant clock-in reminder sound was heard in the room.

Players took out their mobile phones and took pictures of the magic circle.

At this point, all three tasks were completed, and the system sent a prompt at the right time, informing them that each of them had received 1000 points and a palm-sized woolen doll.

The players looked at the doll in the backpack with strange looks in their eyes. It must have been given by the system. It looked too much like the one sitting on the ground outside.

The only difference is that one is a mini version and the other is a plus version.

A rag doll from the supernatural world...if it weren't for its skills, several people would really want to throw it away.

Xiao Jin also glanced at the woolen doll, which was a very special purple prop.

The skill is that the player can leave a drop of blood on the doll, and then the doll itself will carry the breath of the owner of the blood, or even a wisp of soul, which can transfer the locked skill damage to some extent.

Confuse the enemy's perception and make them mistake the doll for the owner of the bloodstain.

Especially when escaping, it can even divert the pursuer's attention and confuse the direction.

After watching it, everyone decided to put the woolen dolls away.

It’s all given, don’t miss it!

"The mission is finally completed!" The muscular man couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief at this moment, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

At the same time, he also felt a little sorry for the twin-tailed girl who died early.

If only she wasn't so impulsive...

Now that the door has been opened, there is no need to think too much, they must have alarmed Teacher Feng.

So players must search the house as quickly as possible to get information about the movie, and they are also very curious about what role Teacher Feng plays in the movie.

Glancing at the messy room, the most eye-catching things in this dim space are the books scattered everywhere.

Everyone carefully avoided the intricate magic arrays on the ground, their eyes moving between the bookshelves, searching for possible hidden clues.

But Xiao Jin walked straight to the slightly old desk, on which were scattered a few books and a photo with slightly yellowed edges.

She picked up the photo gently and stroked the familiar face with her fingertips - sure enough, it was the man she had glimpsed before.

However, this time the background of the photo is no longer a blurry interior, but a clear expanse of space. The man is standing in front of a magnificent door, facing the camera.

Xiao Jin's gaze followed the man's figure and naturally fell on the plaque next to the gate with four ancient characters "Linjiang University" engraved on it.

Without much thought, Xiao Jin was already certain in his heart: this man was most likely a university professor.

Putting the photo down, Xiao Jin turned his attention to the table.

She leaned over to take a closer look. There were several pages of manuscripts scattered on the table. The handwriting was a little sloppy. It felt like it should be from Teacher Feng.

Next to it, many books were scattered and stacked on the table.

Xiao Jin flipped through the books and found that most of them were about folklore. After a little thought, he knew that the professor's research topic was most likely folklore.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Jin found a notebook among these books.

Xiao Jin reached out and picked it up, and saw that it was filled with research handwriting, and there were also many annotations made in red pen.

Not only that, Xiao Jin also saw the sketches of three magic arrays and some runes on talisman paper in the notebook. Not only that, the purpose of the magic array was also marked on it.

"Look what this is?" Luo Bin on the side suddenly shouted, with irrepressible excitement in his voice, as if he had discovered a new world.

Xiao Jin and others raised their heads, their eyes instantly attracted, and they saw that he was holding a huge wooden box in his hand.

The surface of the box is very clean, without even a trace of dust, but the edges and paint are extremely smooth, obviously it is quite old.

Moreover, no matter the pattern, carving or wood material, it all looks very good.

Then, Luo Bin carefully carried the box to the table and slowly put it down.

Upon seeing this, everyone gathered around, surprise and curiosity written all over their faces.

Luo Bin's face was filled with pride, and he said with a smile: "Hehe, I thought there might be a mechanism or secret compartment on the bookshelf, after all, isn't that how it's usually played on TV?

I just looked around and I actually found it. The box was hidden behind the bookshelf, very well hidden.”

Everyone was shocked. He really got lucky!

As he spoke, Luo Bin took a deep breath and gently opened the lid of the box with both hands.

At that moment, everyone's eyes widened, afraid of missing any item in the box.

At this time, Xiao Jin also came over. She looked at the box and actually guessed something in her heart.

The next second, accompanied by a dull and slightly trembling "click" sound, the wooden box was slowly pushed open, and some very ordinary things were lying quietly inside the box.

Paper...pen?

Everyone blinked.

Xiao Jin, however, was not surprised at all, after all, it had already been recorded in the notebook in her hand.

The paper was a stack of black talisman paper as deep as the night, with a tough texture and slightly rough edges, as if it was torn directly from the ancient ground, but they were blank and flawless, without any runes or patterns, quietly telling stories that had not been written. And those pens were even more extraordinary, they emitted a faint cold light, and the white pen body was even more mysterious under the dim light, neither the common bamboo and wood, nor gold, silver, copper or iron. Xu Qing, a young man with a keen insight into all things in the world, his eyes froze the moment he touched the pen, and he was secretly horrified in his heart - the pen, clearly exuded a chill that did not belong to the human world, and subtle textures could be vaguely seen on it, which were traces of the fusion of time and human bones. He concluded that this was definitely not an ordinary thing, but was carefully carved from human bones.

What was even more shocking was that in the corner of the box, there was a transparent glass bottle quietly lying. The liquid in the bottle was like a solidified flame, bright red, emitting an attractive luster, and carrying a hint of indescribable danger. The liquid was undoubtedly "ink", but it was not ordinary ink. It seemed to contain some unknown power, quietly waiting for the moment to be awakened, and injecting soul into the talismans that were about to be written.

The whole room fell into a brief silence due to this sudden discovery, with only the sound of everyone's rapid breathing and heartbeats intertwined.

Xiao Jin said in his heart, "As expected", he guessed right, and then retracted his gaze. However, the barely perceptible sneer had not completely dissipated yet and it solidified at the corner of his mouth.

But just as she was about to lower her head to continue to check the blurred handwriting on the yellowed paper, her eyes suddenly became blurred, as if being pulled by some invisible force, penetrating the barrier in front of her eyes and looking towards a distant and dangerous place. It was an intuition, a keen perception that had been trained by years of wandering on the edge of life and death.

Xiao Jin's movements suddenly paused. The paper in his hand trembled slightly. His brows were furrowed like a sharp mountain. He thought to himself, "Is it so fast? She came back faster than anyone expected." Time seemed to be stretched at this moment, and every second was filled with urgency and crisis.

Then, she sounded the alarm without hesitation, her voice low and rapid, like the thunder approaching under the night sky: "Hurry up, she's back!" Before she finished her words, her fingers were already turning the pages quickly, reading ten lines at a glance, her eyes flashing with determination and unwillingness, as if she was racing against time with the god of death and making a final gamble with fate.

As soon as she finished speaking, the room fell into an eerie silence, and the air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere. However, this silence only lasted for a moment, and was broken in an instant, like a fallen leaf blown by a strong wind.

They were not stupid, so how could they just sit there and wait for death? Suddenly, people were swarming in the house, tables and chairs were flying, and everyone was trying their best to run towards the exit they thought was the safest. Some rolled to avoid possible attacks, while others used the objects at hand as cover. The scene was chaotic and tense, full of the cruelty and determination of a life-and-death struggle.

Xiao Jin did not hesitate, and stuffed the paper in her hand into her lapel. She moved through the crowd like a ghost, and each step was precisely in a safe gap, trying to avoid possible dangers and ensure that she could escape from this place that was about to become a Shura field. She had only one thought in her mind: "Survive, only by surviving can I have the opportunity to uncover all the secrets!"

At that tense moment where one could almost hear their heartbeats, everyone's face was filled with panic, their eyes flickering, as if there was a fawn in their heart about to break out of the cage. However, this external panic did not affect the speed of their actions, but rather it was like some kind of silent tacit understanding, driving them like leaves being hurried by the wind, light and fast. Things were scattered all over the floor, books and stationery were piled up randomly, but no one cared - at this critical moment, any external things seemed so insignificant.

Teacher Feng's office door was half-closed, revealing a dim light, like a beacon in the night, warm and with a bit of unspeakable warning. They all knew that if someone broke in without permission, Teacher Feng's sharp eagle eyes would immediately catch the movement, but this recognition did not slow down their pace, but instead became a catalyst for their actions. As long as they could slip away quietly in this narrow corridor like a ghost in the dark night and not be caught in the act, then everything would still be possible, and the other party would be helpless and could only sigh helplessly at their backs.

Xiao Jin sat in a corner, holding a pen tightly in his hand, the tip of the pen jumping quickly on the paper, recording this sudden change. His movements seemed leisurely, but in fact every word embodied his accurate judgment of the situation and his keen grasp of details. The content of the notes was clear and well-organized, and every word was precious. Even in this panic, he was not panicked at all, as if the whole world was slowly unfolding under his pen.

"Hurry up!" A low shout broke the silence in the room. They no longer hesitated. It was as if their feet were smeared with the most slippery oil. Every step they took was in the gap of time, fast and steady. The door slammed shut behind them.