Being targeted by the boss of the escape game

The next morning when they came together, Chu Ling and Lu Weixing had finished washing, and as soon as they came out, they heard someone say that the next door had died again.

Died right next door to them, two empty houses away from them.

This time Chu Ling and the others didn't go in, but stood at the door, looking at the room dripping with blood from a distance, the bloody corpse was lying at the door, holding an aluminum handle.

It is said that they had been holding the handle tightly before they died, and they couldn't pull it off no matter how hard they pulled it. Finally, they had no choice but to ask someone to remove the handle at the same time.

It was exactly the same as yesterday's corpse, with no eyes.

And exactly the same only roommate survived.

Liu Yu looked at the mess on the ground, and he still didn't react when he folded his arms. He clearly said yesterday that he would work hard to break through the level together, but now he is lying in a pool of blood.

When he caught everyone's inquiring eyes, he grabbed his hair with both hands and roared: "I don't know, I really don't know, Yan Dong died as soon as I woke up, he died..."

The gazes of those people shot at him like knives, as if Ou Yandong's death was his fault and caused by him.

Otherwise, why was he the only one who survived, only him, by the way, that little girl survived yesterday too!

Liu Yu rushed towards Xia Shihan, grabbed Miss Ren's two slender arms, and the muscles on her face were shaking with excitement: "You didn't die, didn't you also survive yesterday!"

Xia Shihan couldn't dodge in time, and was pressed firmly against the wall by a big man. Those two hands were like pliers, as if they wanted to break her arm. She tremblingly said: "I, I don't know, I made a wish... I made a wish..."

"Let me go..." Xia Shihan's tears of pain were about to come out, she had no choice but to cast her eyes on Cheng Moshan for help, and begged in a low voice, "Brother Cheng, please save me, I'm in so much pain..."

Cheng Moshan really didn't want to provoke this kind of emotionally disturbed person, but thinking that this girl was useful, he stepped forward and said: "If you have something to say, let go of Shihan first."

Liu Yu yelled out, ignored Cheng Moshan at all, grabbed Xia Shihan and turned to the crowd and said, "By the way, it's a wish. I probably made a wish yesterday!"

Chu Ling asked, "What wish did you make?"

Liu Yu: "I made a wish to let me spend the night safely. Originally, Yan Dong would also make a wish, but he said wait a minute, he has no idea what wish to make for the time being, let me try it first, and when it comes to any dangers To take care of each other... and then he died."

Someone said: "Can anyone prove it?"

"That's right, there's no such thing as a coincidence." Someone in the crowd obviously didn't believe it, "It happened once or twice."

"Why is the wishing pool so powerful? If you go to make a wish, you will be safe, so why return the dungeon?"

Someone else muttered: "Then I will try to make a wish and become a millionaire later? Hahahahahahahaha."

Li Zhaowei, who had been leaning against the door, said, "I can attest that my brother and I were also at the wishing pool downstairs yesterday. We saw the two of them appear around three or four o'clock. There was indeed someone making a wish."

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell into silence. Could it be true?As long as you make a wish, you can survive this dungeon safely?

Those who don't make a wish will die?But how could there be such a good thing in the world, and everyone fell into deep thought.

Maybe Liu Yu wished?

Hearing this news was both unexpected and reasonable, regardless of Liu Yu's hostility towards him just now, Cheng Moshan suppressed his inner joy and asked, "Did you really go to make a wish yesterday? "

Liu Yu said: "Yes."

"Does anyone believe this kind of thing? A group of idiots..." someone whispered.

Lu Weixing didn't bother to watch the farce any more, and said in a low voice, "Shall we go eat?"

"Okay." Chu Ling nodded.

People died for two consecutive days, and everyone was shocked and frightened, afraid that the unlucky ghost lying in the room the next day, covered in blood and without eyeballs for others to discuss, would become himself.

There are also some people who are thinking about the authenticity of the wishing pool. As the saying goes, there are only three good things. The first time can be called luck, the second time can be called a coincidence, so what about the third time?

No one wants to use themselves to experiment what will happen the third time, after all, there is only one life.

After Chu Ling and Lu Weixing had breakfast, they went to the school's archives room. There were still some things they hadn't figured out.

After arriving at the archives room, Chu Ling and the archives management staff said that they wanted to know about the situation of the school.The administrator was wearing a yellow vest and was holding an enamel cup. After looking up and down at the two of them, he narrowed his eyes and waved his hand, beckoning them to go in.

Chu Ling found the register of impoverished students in the third row of cabinets, which were arranged in categories and classified by major, with photos of these students posted on it.

There are not many registered students, a total of 35 students, of which [-] are boys and [-] are girls, most of them are from the music department, and a few are from the dance department.

Judging from the photos, although these students are dressed in simple clothes and exude a simple atmosphere, they are all beautiful without exception.

Yes, pretty.

Chu Ling murmured: "It's so strange..."

Lu Weixing: "What's wrong?"

Chu Ling hesitated, thought for a while and said it out: "Art is a major that burns money. Generally, those from poor families will not send their children to study."

Lu Weixing said, "Didn't you say that tuition is free?"

Chu Ling shook her head: "The art major doesn't mean that you can just study in school, especially the two majors of dance and music. It costs a lot of money to buy equipment and go to training camps. Where does the money come from?"

The slender fingers turned to the front of the file page, pointed to the logo on the upper right corner, and continued: "But look, these students are basically these two majors, don't you think it's strange?"

"Is there a scholarship?" Lu Weixing asked.

Chu Ling raised her head and said: "No, I checked in the tower building yesterday, and the scholarship system of this school is a bit strange, it is a selection system, that is, the person who gets the scholarship is personally selected by the principal, and there is only one.

The 35 students said that there are not many, and that there are not many, but there are at least five or six students every year. Even if someone is lucky enough to be elected by the principal, what about the others? "

Hearing this, Lu Weixing also found that it was a bit weird. At first, he didn't think it, but now that Chu Ling said so, there is indeed something wrong with this school.

Chu Ling continued to lower his head and began to look up the information, wanting to see if there were any other clues in the back, he frowned: "One is missing."

"Huh?" Lu Weixing took the file in doubt, and found that there was indeed one missing.

There are 35 people registered in the register, and the first 34 people are all fine, but the page for No. 30 five people is stuck, so I can't read it.

Lu Weixing touched the thickness of the paper, tore it off and stuffed it in his pocket, "I have a way to take it apart, let's go back and have a look."

"it is good."

Chu Ling put the archives back and was about to go to the cafeteria for dinner, but as soon as she left the door of the archives, there was a loud noise behind her, and the third row of filing cabinets had no flames.

Chu Ling: "...You said that if we take a step slower, isn't the fire going to trap us inside?"

Lu Weixing frowned deeply. At that moment, he saw a shadow behind the file room, and he pursed his lips: "This copy is really troublesome, let's go first."

When going to the cafeteria to eat, Chu Ling found a strange thing. Everyone's nature seemed to have recovered a little bit. There was no longer a haze covering the brows like in the morning, and everyone wore a smile that was almost fanatical. , as if he had discovered some treasure, the brows were full of unconcealable joy.

It's just that everyone is very tacit, and no one mentions the reason for the happiness. The cafeteria is very happy and harmonious.

But the more this is the case, the more weird it seems.

While eating, Chu Ling secretly observed other people, and felt that this scene was extremely weird. Obviously, in this dungeon where people would die at any time, everyone was happy as if they were celebrating the new year. out of fear.

Lu Weixing pushed a bowl of tofu soup over: "The more crazy you are, the closer you are to perdition."

Chu Ling nodded, turned her gaze back and said, "Because of this fire, the archives probably haven't been backed up..."

"But fortunately, I have memorized them all. The poor student who fits the timeline, and the one who is still in school happens to be Wang Xinlei from yesterday."

Lu Weixing said, "Then let's go find him after dinner."

In the afternoon, there were obviously more people beside the wishing pool in the center of the school.

Chu Ling leaned on the balcony, looked at the sneaky figures downstairs and said, "Don't they think that wishing pool is weird?"

Lu Weixing said: "Try to change a bicycle into a motorcycle. People are willing to try anything before death."

Chu Ling looked back at Lu Weixing: "But only one person survives every time."

Lu Weixing smiled, his eyebrows curved, revealing a shallow dimple: "Maybe this is the reason why the wish came true."

Chu Ling didn't say anything. They were not the only ones who knew about these things. Maybe those people wandering around the wishing pool already knew about it. Everyone knew it, but no one said anything.

This afternoon they wanted to find the student from the sculpture department, but after searching around, they couldn't find anyone. Lu Weixing stopped a student very politely: "Do you have a sculpture student named Wang Xinlei?"

The student leaned his back against the wall, looked at Lu Weixing's trembling legs, stumbled and said, "Yes, but, but Wang Xinlei...he asked for leave this afternoon and went home."

Chu Ling asked, "Why did you ask for leave?"

The student said: "I don't know. He and I are just classmates, and our relationship is not very good. Don't come to me if you seek revenge...I...I really don't know him well. Even if you beat me, I don't know him well. I know, I don't know!"

Chu Ling tried to comfort him: "We are not looking for revenge, we...we are relatives with him, and I am his cousin, don't be afraid."

The student looked at Chu Ling half-believingly, as if hesitating whether to trust the two of them, and finally whispered: "Then you can come to him tomorrow, he will be back tomorrow, he only invited for a long time."

Chu Ling smiled and said, "Thank you."

After the student left, Chu Ling looked up at Lu Weixing and said helplessly, "You see, you scare the student."

Lu Weixing spread his hands and said innocently, "Because of you, I'm already very gentle, and I didn't do anything."

Chu Ling: "..." You don't need to do anything, just looking at someone is already scary.

Wang Xinlei could not be found, the clues were interrupted, and it was getting late, Chu Ling and Lu Weixing returned to the dormitory after dinner.

After the two of them washed up, Lu Weixing sat in front of the desk, dipped a dagger in some water, and parted the torn piece of paper from the archives bit by bit.