I rely on force value to clear the dungeon [unlimited]

They went back to their dormitory, Xiaoling took out the diary.

This is the most useful information found in the entire hostel.

There are no disgusting bloodstains or wrinkles on the diary. This is a clean and ordinary diary.

But Xiaoling's sixth sense told him that this diary would definitely play a key role, so he didn't open it right away, but waited until Feng Congmian arrived before preparing to open it.

Before opening it, I was prepared to see a ghost face rushing towards me, but after opening it, nothing happened.

The correct characters are arranged in an orderly manner, and the date is also marked on it.

The diary is not written every day, but every other day.

The first few pages were full of boring daily records of a high school student, which looked no different from an ordinary diary.

But the content of the next few pages suddenly changed.

"4.18, Qing, she always comes to the basketball court recently, I don't know who she is here to see, is she here to see me?"

"4.20, Yin, she seems to be injured today, I wanted to ask, but I ran away as soon as I approached her, does she hate me very much?"

"4.22, overcast, the wind is a bit strong today, I saw her again, she seemed to have something to say to me, but I walked over and she still ran away, like a bunny, so cute."

In just a few pages, it's all about a girl.

Although no name is mentioned, there is a sense of youthfulness between the lines. Unfortunately, the girl in his diary seems to have no intention of him and always avoids him.

The contents of the diary on the last page suddenly changed:

"She died, she died, she died, she died, how could she die?"

It seems that because of panic, the original correct handwriting has become scribbled.

Not even the date and weather conditions.

Xiao Ling closed the diary, looked at the word Chen Tao on the diary and paused for a few seconds.

Turning around, I found ten student files hidden there from the bottom of the table.

He deliberately piled garbage on it, and when he pulled them out, the ghosts in those photos were silent, with a hint of numbness in their hypocritical smiles.

Xiaoling picked out Chen Tao's file on the top and took off the one-inch photo above, then threw the other photos away casually.

There was still a scar on Chen Tao's face from Feng Congmian, which completely ruined that originally handsome face.

At this time, he looked at Xiaoling resentfully, the corners of his mouth were still bent, but his eyes were full of resistance.

Xiaoling Qu fingered the photo and asked, "Who is that girl in your diary?"

Chen Tao's expression remained unchanged, pretending that he was just an ordinary photo.

Xiaoling found a lighter and burned the corner of the photo.

But the photo was not afraid of fire at all, and the corners were not damaged at all.

In the photo, Chen Tao's smile widened a bit, laughing at this human being's useless work.

underestimate me?

Xiaoling also laughed, and he smiled innocently and shouted: "Mianmian."

Zheng——

The black dagger flew over and plunged straight into the table, nailing the photo accurately, missing Chen Tao in the photo by only a millimeter.

Feng Congmian stood behind Xiaoling, his eyes darkened slightly threatening.

Almost being shaved off, Chen Tao's expression in the photo immediately changed, and his false smile could no longer be maintained.

Xiaoling pointed to the diary again and asked, "Who is that girl inside?"

Chen Tao was confused for a moment.

Xiaoling asked a few more times in a coercive manner, but Chen Tao in the photo couldn't say anything except making various weird and scary expressions.

Xiaoling was thoughtful: "It is said that some people will lose their memories of life after they become ghosts."

Judging from Chen Tao's reaction, he seems to have no impression of the diary.

His expression hasn't changed at all since he just asked the diary for the first time.

But logically, ghosts are very obsessed, and it is impossible to be so indifferent to the diary during their lifetime.

Rather than saying that they are evil spirits, they are more like being imprisoned in the photo after death.

Xiaoling showed an expression of sudden realization after thinking: "It turns out that he is just a wronged soul, no wonder he doesn't even have a memory."

Probably at the level of those townspeople in the last Demon Realm.

The scary thing about the ghosts of the townspeople is that there are many, and they obey orders, and there are only ten ghosts in these photos.

Photo: Feeling despised.

Chen Tao looked aggrieved, he wanted to get angry and rushed out of the photo to kill someone, but he fell silent after seeing Feng Congmian surrounded by Xiaoling's aura in full bloom.

The thread stops here.

The identity of the dead girl in the diary is still unknown.

But since it appeared in his diary, it was the one who died before him.

The ten of them were the first batch to have an accident. Although the accident happened on the same day, there was only one boss, so there must be a sequence of their deaths.

Xiaoling picked up other people's files, picked out Jiang Meili, who also had good grades, and put her and Chen Tao together.

The two photos were lined up together, and neither of the two ghosts looked at each other, and even vaguely showed disdain for each other.

Feng Congmian moved Jiang Meili a little further away, and said, "There is another person who died before him."

Xiaoling tilted her head and thought for a while: "Cheng Shulu?"

The head tilt is so cute.

Feng Congmian was distracted with a serious face, stretched out his hand to touch the little curly hair in front of him, and said in a low voice, "En."

Xiaoling squinted her eyes from being touched, and rubbed back twice.

Two photo ghosts who were ignored: please respect us, thank you.

Chen Tao looked at them very depressed. Even if he lost his memory after death, he knew that the "weapon" should not hurt him so deeply. Why was the man's "weapon" so cruel, and normal people saw the person in the photo move? Should I be politely afraid?

Feng Congmian touched his head with the cat-stroking technique, and said, "I found something interesting when I went to buy breakfast."

Xiaoling is like a cat, she turns her face away when she feels comfortable being touched, and snaps her big hands open.

"No wonder you are so slow to buy a breakfast, where is it?"

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When they went to that place, Xiao Ling realized why he hadn't found this place before.

It's so remote here.

A messy little utility room full of broken desks and chairs.

There are many tables and chairs with missing or broken legs, and the most conspicuous one is one of the tables covered with pens.

Xiaoling walked over and slowly traced the dirty words with her fingers.

In the middle, a big word was carved with a knife - Cheng Bitch.

A small table with malice written all over it.

What he saw through this table were the unscrupulous malice and the most helpless hesitation of a student.