Neverland

The point of the knife was only a centimeter or two away from the vital point of Sun Qian's side neck, but Yan Cen, who was following closely behind, had already taken advantage of the gap where Sun Qian paused and rushed up. Leaping on the wall beside Xu Muzhou, he jumped up fiercely, turned around in mid-air, brushed Sun Qian's side face with his arm, and grabbed the falling blade of the middle-aged man.

The blade rubbed against Yan Cen's tiger's mouth and slid down fiercely, and the hilt got stuck on his phalanx. The middle-aged man grasped the hilt with both hands and pressed down hard. They were evenly matched with Yan Cen in a stalemate.

The rusty dagger was not sharp, and the smell of rotting blood in the air was mixed together. The flashlight rolled to Xu Muzhou's feet, half of Sun Qian's body returned to the freedom of darkness, and Yan Cen quickly pressed down on Xu Muzhou's feet. Sun Qian's still movable arm, the opponent struggled like a trapped animal for a moment, lowered his head and bit Yan Cen's arm.

She was very strong, silky bloodstains snaked down Yan Cen's arm, but he didn't seem to know the pain at all, the muscles in his arm were tense, he was holding on to the dagger and refused to let go.

"Brother Yan—" Xu Muzhou was still haunted by the itching all over his body. He tried hard for a long time, but he still couldn't get up from the ground.

Yan Cen glanced at him in his busy schedule, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine."

Du Qingqing had already recovered from the flashy confrontation, she didn't look at Xu Muzhou who was struggling to get up on the ground, but raised her gun again at the back of Yan Cen's open door.

"Don't kill her." Xu Muzhou grabbed Du Qingqing's trouser legs and shouted with all his strength: "Kill her, and your mission will all fail!"

Du Qingqing's hand trembled, her finger that was holding the trigger loosened, and she subconsciously looked down at Xu Muzhou.

"What are you listening to him for!" The middle-aged man roared angrily, "They are not the same as us!"

The middle-aged man's voice trembled violently. Even if Yan Cen was one against two, the middle-aged man would have a hard time coping.

"There are others here." Xu Muzhou turned a deaf ear to it. He raised his head stubbornly, trying to let Du Qingqing see his eyes, and said almost sincerely: "The mission goal says to kill the NPC, this NPC does not refer to Sun Qian, there are others here."

Du Qingqing was silent for a moment, bent down to pick up the flashlight, adjusted the position of the light, and let the light shine on Sun Qian's face again.

Sun Qian hesitated and let go of her mouth. Her rotten face could no longer support her to make any expression. She took a step back with a blank face, and curled up her shoulders shyly.

The flashlight made a buzzing sound, which seemed to be due to insufficient power, which made the already dim light even darker.

Yan Cen didn't need to bother to pinch Sun Qian anymore. The middle-aged man lost the opportunity and was as brittle as a bean sprout in front of Yan Cen. Cen hands.

"You actually believe him!" The middle-aged man's wrist bones made a grinding sound, and the phrase "Feng Shui turns around" that was used to stab Xu Muzhou just now turned back to him by accident, and the whole body Everyone became irritable: "He is not a player!"

"I don't believe anyone." Du Qingqing swallowed, she still pointed the gun at Yan Cen, and said coldly to Xu Muzhou: "Quickly tell me who it is."

When Xu Muzhou called out this voice, it was just a stopgap measure. Yan Cen told him that there might be other people in this school, but Xu Muzhou went upstairs and downstairs twice, except for the player and Sun Qian. In addition, he didn't see any living creatures that could run or move, so it was fine to just listen to it, but it wasn't until he said this sentence himself that he suddenly remembered something.

"...I have a note in my pocket." Xu Muzhou said, "Take it out and see if it was written by you in the first class."

"What note?" Du Qingqing didn't move: "When the first class was over, the four of us hid in the first classroom on the right side of the first floor, and no one came out."

really.

Xu Muzhou laughed at himself.

Yan Cen obviously thought of this too, he raised his head, just in time to meet Xu Muzhou's gaze.

Too careless, Xu Muzhou thought.The matter that was put in front of him early tomorrow has been ignored by him for so long.

When the first class was over, Yan Cen found a warning note saying "Do not go to the second floor" at the door of the classroom where they were hiding. At that time, he thought it was a mission warning given by the game.

"When the first class was over, there was an extra note at the door of the classroom we were avoiding." Xu Muzhou's body's consciousness kept coming back. He staggered to his knees and sat up, and said with difficulty: "The note says Saying 'Don't go to the second floor'."

"Why don't you go to the second floor?" Du Qingqing didn't understand: "Then you still said to go to the second floor?"

"I thought it was a warning." Xu Muzhou didn't answer him. He looked at the fading flashlight and sped up his speech: "But you have also seen that there is a safe house on the second floor. And those so-called The 'props to kill NPC', and all the quest clues, even the 'NPC' itself is on the second floor, so why does the game remind players not to go to the second floor."

Du Qingqing didn't speak, she digested the meaning of his words in silence.

"From the moment I climbed to the second floor, the school bell has never rang again." Xu Muzhou said, "It's like... breaking some deliberately created illusion."

As Xu Muzhou said, he was sorting out his thoughts. It wasn't until this moment that he finally figured out a problem.

——This time the so-called dual system parallelism, he and these players' goals are not contradictory, but the same.

He finally found the last thread that could connect all the clues. Sun Qian lingered here day after day because she still had unfulfilled wishes.If Xu Muzhou guessed correctly, the "other person" hiding in this school is the student who killed Sun Xixi.

"Her name is Sun Qian. She was just an ordinary young teacher, beautiful and gentle, and she became like this later." Xu Muzhou: "I don't have time to tell you stories, but her enemy is no accident It's on the first floor, that's your mission goal."

"Show me the evidence." Du Qingqing said, "I can believe you."

"I have no evidence." Xu Muzhou said frankly: "Everything is my guess."

"Then you make me believe you?" Du Qingqing looked at him with an unbelievable look: "Do you know, player——"

Before she finished speaking, Yan Cen raised his hand and threw something at her. Du Qingqing subconsciously raised her hand to catch it, and found that it was the rusty dagger.

"The props are here for you." Yan Cen said: "If there is no one else in this building, kill Sun Qian as you please, I will not interfere."

Du Qingqing stroked the dagger, and asked hesitantly: "...Then tell me, where is that person?"

Yan Cen looked at Xu Muzhou upon hearing this, as if waiting for the other party's reply, another part of Sun Qian's body became transparent, her right hand disappeared below the elbow without a sound, and she curled up in the shadow projected by the flashlight. In the halo of light, if you look closely, you can still find that she is trembling.

Xu Muzhou withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes and began to search for all the details that he might have overlooked in his memory.He was also thinking about this question from the very beginning. They had already passed through all the classrooms on the first floor, and they didn't look like there were people.

What's more, this school is too quiet. If someone has been moving around to avoid them, then there will always be clues, and they won't hide it until now.

But he always felt that that person should be hiding on the first floor.

Xu Muzhou closed his eyes and brought his memory back to the moment when he first entered the school. The picture in his mind was clearly frozen there. He stood at the door and reorganized the memory picture at that time again.

The blackboard on the right hand side of the hall, the corridors on both sides, and the stair gap where no one can hide at all.

—and the locked porter room next to the gate.

Xu Muzhou suddenly remembered that when he entered the door for the first time, the blue cloth curtain of the reception room was tightly covered, but when he entered the door for the second time, a very narrow gap was opened by the cloth curtain.

... He pushed the door of the reception room with his own hands, and it was locked. Who the hell moved the curtain.

"On the first floor." Xu Muzhou's body was still terribly numb, he stood up reluctantly, staggered a step before he was about to stand still, looked at Yan Cen and said: "In the reception room by the door—"

Yan Cen pushed the middle-aged man away, turned his head and walked towards Xu Muzhou.

"Can you go?" Yan Cen asked.

"Not very good." Xu Muzhou smiled bitterly: "I'll wait for you here, you go down—"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Cen bent down neatly, grabbed Xu Muzhou's knees with his arms, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and hugged him horizontally.

Xu Muzhou: "..."

Du Qingqing was dumbfounded.

"There's no time." Yan Cen glanced at the flashlight calmly and said, "This light won't last long."

His tone of voice was very flat, as if what he just picked up was not a big living person, but a bag of rice.

"Put down the flashlight. If you want to live, go downstairs first and wait at the gate." Yan Cen said: "Sun Qian can't leave this school, you should have a sense of proportion."

Before Yan Cen could finish speaking, as early as the moment he let go, the middle-aged man had already slipped away with oil on his feet.

Yan Cen obviously didn't pay attention to Du Qingqing's bluffing gun. Du Qingqing also noticed this, and unwillingly put the gun back into his cuff: "...I will trust you again."

After she finished speaking, she stuffed the flashlight into Xu Muzhou's hand, and ran downstairs quickly.

At this time, Xu Muzhou's whole body had already stiffened into a stone sculpture, and he was afraid that Yan Cen's hands would tremble and he would be thrown to the ground.

"Good job." Yan Cen said suddenly.

Xu Muzhou was taken aback: "Huh?"

Yan Cen lowered his head and motioned him to look at the hydrangea necklace on his neck. At some point, there was only a shallow layer of black mucus on it, attached to the base of the bud, almost invisible.

"It's still close." Xu Muzhou suddenly came back to his senses, pushed Yan Cen's shoulder, and urged: "Go down and stop them, and let the NPC die."

"...There is one last thing to do." Xu Muzhou said.