The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

Wen Zheliu: [No... But I have already arrived at the head of the teaching building...]

Du Zijun: 【Then pretend to be nonchalant and walk up, can it be done? 】

Wen Zheliu: [... I will try my best. 】

The onlookers, students and teachers, were purely curious and puzzled, with a bit of anticipation in their eyes, and murmured like mosquitoes. These things that surrounded him seemed to be solid, and they rested heavily on his shoulders.Wen Zheliu went up a flight of stairs, and some students followed him up a flight of stairs. No matter how calm he was, the muscles on his face became extremely stiff under the scrutiny of dozens of gazes.

Oh no.

Wen Zheliu understands very well that rumors always spread the fastest in a small closed environment, no matter who they are or what happened last night, the truth can only be wrapped up in a small corner, like a snowball. The bigger one is always the embellishment and unrealistic guesswork of the people who spread it.

Right now, their every move is like being closely watched by countless pairs of NPC eyes.No matter what they do or say, someone will pay attention unconsciously... If this continues, it is only a matter of time before the participation value falls to a precarious level.

Wen Zheliu lowered his eyes, his pupils were covered with a layer of solemn color.He walked into the classroom unhurriedly, and in an instant, dozens of pairs of eyes turned to him, almost failing to let him control the expression on his face.

"This way." Du Zijun called him in a moderate voice.

Among the four of them, even if Xie Yuanyuan took off his clothes and ran naked, no one would look at him. He Qin and Du Zijun were both high-ranking people before, and they were used to being the focus of the crowd. Only Wen Zheliu, his The sense of adaptation and pressure is the greatest.

No one spoke in the classroom. Since he came in, the class representative also stood on the podium stupidly. No one instructed the morning reading. In the quiet space, there was even a sense of suffocation due to poor ventilation.Wen Zheliu took a deep breath, walked over and put the schoolbag on the desk in the corner, then turned to face the whole class, with the same expression as usual, and said clearly: "Is the mid-term coming soon? If you have time to watch me, It’s better to read now and do your own thing.”

He looked around, his voice echoed in the silent classroom, the students who met his eyes were all shocked, and then lowered their heads resentfully, or opened the textbook, or packed the pencil case, or rummaged through The homework book, the whole classroom is considered to be a little lively.

"What's going on?" On the podium, the representative of the English class began to take the lead in the morning reading. Wen Zheliu also took this opportunity to ask Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan in a lowered voice, "There was quite a commotion last night, but it won't be too late the next morning. Everyone knows about the trouble, and there is no buffer time, right? Where did the news come from, roommate?"

"I don't think so." Du Zijun's face was gloomy and ugly.

Wen Zheliu reacted immediately: "...Jam."

He had forgotten that this habit would disrupt the situation.

Xie Yuanyuan approached quietly, and said, "Someone must be playing tricks. Since the morning, the NPCs have looked at us strangely, but they dare not come up to talk to us, which made my sister angry several times."

Wen Zheliu let out a muffled laugh: "No wonder they don't dare to look at you, just look at me."

After a pause, he replied: "So, how did Garm do it? The effort of getting up in the morning can let everyone know that we are different from ordinary people. This efficiency is too high."

"Who knows," Du Zijun drooped his eyes sullenly, with several bandages on his wrists, "and there are no such roles as class teachers and teaching directors coming to talk to us. Trouble is likely to come."

At this time, a group message sounded.

He Qin: 【I'll take care of the school. Remember to separate after class and pick a quieter place before reuniting. 】

Xie Yuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Ah...it's good if it's done, it's really reliable."

Wen Zheliu smiled slightly, Du Zijun didn't say anything, but he was obviously in a better mood.

During the big class break, Zhang Yan specially ran over from the next class, and nervously called Wen Zheliu out.

"What's wrong?" Wen Zheliu Fang asked when he brought himself to the corner of the stairs where there were few people.

Zhang Yan looked around and saw that there was no teacher passing by, so he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and put his head under Wen Zheliu's eyes: "Take a look! Is this you?"

Wen Zheliu frowned, took it over and took a look, it turned out to be a video of them chasing Li Gui in the corridor last night!

The video is not long, only a minute and a half long, but each of their faces has a clear and intact freeze frame, including Wen Zheliu turning over and going downstairs, Du Zijun holding the Scarborough Bazaar and crazily outputting to the grimaces, and There are Hua Ying and Qiu Boyi's escape scenes, and the most shocking, Xue Wenshu's individual copy scene...Smart editing, precise points, and appropriate timing, Wen Zheliu can see that Garm spent a lot of time Be thoughtful.

He returned the phone to Zhang Yan without changing his face: "How did you receive it?"

"The email is an anonymous email..." Zhang Yan lowered his voice, "I don't know who sent it. In short, everyone has a copy of this thing now... Even if you haven't read it, if you hear other people's discussions, you can turn on your phone. See, if you don’t have a mobile phone, you’ll know if you circulate it…”

Haihe Middle School is a boarding school with high tuition fees, and the family environment of the students is quite good, not much worse.In this era when smartphones have just begun to become popular, many people in schools have already used this expensive communication tool.It is basically impossible to expect that this email will not be disseminated due to media restrictions.

Seeing that Zhe Liu didn't speak, Zhang Yan couldn't help but asked, "So...you are really here to exorcise ghosts, as shown on TV, are mages...uh, celestial masters, or priests?"

Wen Zheliu raised his eyes, he didn't deny it, he didn't admit it, he just said half-truthfully, "You don't have to be afraid, and you don't have to worry. We accept this commission and we will do our best to complete it."

Zhang Yan suddenly became excited: "Oh, oh, entrust! You are bounty hunters, right? You must be?!"

Wen Zheliu couldn't laugh or cry and said: "If you think so, then it's up to you, just don't say it."

Seeing the bright eyes of the big boy in front of him, he added: "Also, thank you for telling me this, can you send me a copy of the video? This is my email address."

"Okay, okay, no problem!" Zhang Yan said quickly, "I'll send it to you when I get back! If you can really solve this ghost school, I, you..."

He murmured for a long time before finally making up his mind: "...you are the benefactor of our family! I will never forget you in my life!!"

Wen Zheliu: "..."

Wen Zheliu: "...No, it's not necessary."

After going back, Wen Zheliu first told the two about this matter.

Du Zijun pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache: "So, our identities have been exposed."

Xie Yuanyuan: "Even if we don't have this email, we are enough to attract attention. We go out every day in the middle of the night..."

"Although that's what you said," Wen Zheliu also felt a bit of a headache, "Being exposed to the eyes of the whole school, our own actions will be greatly restricted, and if we are a little careless, it will be a big problem for the participation value to drop ..."

As he said that, Wen Zheliu patted his hair impatiently: "Forget it, it's useless to talk about it now. Should we go to the library after class?"

Xie Yuanyuan replied: "We can split up to the third floor, where the number of people is always the least, and the students will not talk loudly about our deeds in the library."

Du Zijun shrugged, "I'm free."

After class, a few people looked into the eyes of the onlookers, exerted their superhuman physical ability, ran into the library separately, and went up to the third floor to sit down like thieves. Here, He Qin had been waiting for them.

"It looks like there's a little more trouble today." He closed the book in his hand, and his gold-rimmed glasses made his smile look extraordinarily gentle, "Blocked by someone?"

He opened the chair for Wen Zheliu, and Wen Zheliu said depressedly: "Have you seen the promotional video carefully edited by Garm?"

He Qin's smile showed no waves: "I have already seen those who went to see the senior director and the teaching director. They did a good job, and everyone's playing time was pretty even. It's just that there is one person missing, and there is no Xie Yuanyuan."

Xie Yuanyuan curled his lips and said nothing.

"If he cut Xie Yuanyuan's, it would be a big deal." Wen Zheliu murmured, "So, what's the school leader's attitude?"

He Qin pondered for a while: "It's a very strange attitude. Although the plot of the student who has been suspended for a few months suddenly becomes an exorcist and the return of the king is absurd, it is not difficult to convince them. The only thing is that they did not welcome or express Resisting... it seems that we can let us go, but the emotions are very subtle."

"Do you think these NPCs will know the inside story of the altar offerings?" Wen Zheliu asked.

He Qin: "It's very possible, but I can't be sure."

Du Zijun said: "Okay, don't talk about other things, let's see what we got last night first."

As he spoke, he put a tattered notebook on the table, "I found it in the water tank last night. I don't know if I can still read it."

So Wen Zheliu also took out some of the spells he copied last night, as well as the trash can in the other world.

"Evil," Du Zijun couldn't help twitching his brows, looking at the fishy-colored, blood-smelling basket-shaped container, "You are really hardworking."

Wen Zheliu said helplessly: "I can't help it, I haven't finished copying everything, I have to find something else, it's just a dead horse as a living horse doctor."

Xie Yuanyuan also took out part of the mantra he copied from the package, and put it on the table with Wen Zheliu's: "I also copied some, and I finished copying it all, but I can't translate it."

He Qin shook his head, first took a pair of disposable gloves and put them on, and said to Wen Zheliu: "You mark the letters according to the previous method, and I'll see what there is in this bucket."

As he said that, he really got started, spread out a newspaper on the table, slammed the contents of the bucket, and dumped it all on top, and the bloody smell soared to the sky.

Fortunately, they sat in a very hidden position, covered by tall bookshelves at the front and back, otherwise they would attract onlookers, and I don't know what the students living in this closed campus can tell them.

Du Zijun also put on his gloves and rummaged through the pile of bloody things.He and He Qin first shook off useless waste such as toilet paper. The greasy and dirty blood felt even more strange to the touch through the gloves. .

"What's the matter?" He Qin asked without raising his head.

Du Zijun stretched it slowly, unlike the soft toilet paper, the paper ball in his hand made a crisp and hard sound.

"A ... abandoned diary," he said, "'They betrayed us and pushed us out to die'."

He Qin's rummaging also slowed down, he carefully squeezed out a second ball of paper and unfolded it.

"'They will not be spared, no one will escape, we die here, and they will be buried with us'."