Forces of Temptation

Nanzhou and the others decided to take a look at the No. 18 teaching building.

Even if Nanzhou knew, that person would probably leave once he noticed their movements.

Sure enough, when they arrived at the camping agency, the only thing they saw was the vice president who cleaned up silently after distributing the materials.

Seeing three unfamiliar faces appearing at the door, the vice president straightened up: "Student, who are you looking for?"

Nan Zhou and the vice president looked at each other for a moment, and then their eyes fell on the monocular that was casually placed on the window sill.

After observing, he said to the two people behind him, "...it's not him."

Not that feeling.

Jiang Fang believed in his judgment.

He crossed Nan Zhou's shoulder, intending to explain their purpose to the bewildered vice president for Nan Zhou.

His accent was adjusted to blunt Chinese with a slight vodka flavor: "Hello, my name is лодка монтолока (Lodoka Montoroka), and I am an international student. My friend wants to take me to visit the school. ...I heard that this is a camping agency?"

Seeing the appearances of Nanzhou and Jiangfang one after another, the vice president was greatly shocked, and he was stunned for a while: "Oh. We haven't reached the time to recruit new ones..."

But he immediately regretted it, wishing he could bite his own tongue.

He quickly pulled out the brochures that were stacked to the point of falling out of dust on one side of the file shelf.

The camping club has always been unpopular and lacks funds. If they can get these two gold-lettered signs to join the club, plus Xiao Xie, they still worry that they won't be able to recruit beautiful girls next year?

When Jiang Fang was smiling, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the photos of members' activities posted on the wall.

"We almost went the wrong way just now." Jiang Fang said, "I happened to meet a person coming from this direction. I asked him where the camping agency was, and he pointed us in another direction. We made a big circle around , just found here."

The vice president was attracted by his gaze, and naturally gave the answer Jiang Fang wanted: "Is it Xiao Xie? The one who looks good? He is a bit weird and likes to play some pranks, sorry, you guys Don't take it to heart."

Under the instruction of the vice president, Jiang Fang easily found a handsome young man with the most outstanding appearance from the photo wall.

He said gently, "Yes, that's him."

He turned his head and lost his gaze to Nan Zhou.

The No.7 teammate we have never met, probably found it.

Nan Zhou nodded knowingly and folded his arms, but his eyes did not stay on the photo for too long, but drifted to the open stairwell about 20 meters away.

Li Yinhang, who was following behind him, followed his focused gaze: "Is there anything there?"

Nan Zhou was silent for a long time.

Li Yinhang's voice followed the air, all the way to the direction of the stairwell.

At the corner, Xie Xiangyu was standing there with a relaxed posture, and he didn't even forget to play with a krona coin with a strange pattern on his fingertips.

With the back of his hand facing upwards, the coin spun smoothly under his fingertips, refracting little silvery light on the freshly painted armrest.

All it takes is one miss, dropping the coin, and he'll give away his position in no time.

Fortunately, he didn't.

The half-crown in his hand was still flipping from the little finger to the thumb and back again without interruption.

He said to the air: "I guess you know I'm here."

"But... will you come?"

After a while, he heard Nan Zhou's answer: "No, nothing."

The coin flipped between his fingers was eaten, and Xie Xiangyu took it into his palm.

...Coincidentally, he felt the same way.

Now is not the best time for them to meet.

The corner of Xie Xiangyu's mouth turned up, turned around, and went downstairs slowly and silently, disappearing at the corner of the stairs.

Over there, Jiang Fang also ended his communication with the vice president smoothly and decently, and walked back to Nan Zhou.

Li Yinhang asked: "Are we going to find this Xie Xiangyu next?"

Nan Zhou said, "No need."

Jiang Fang also said, "Let's go back to the dormitory."

Li Yinhang: "...Huh?"

She thought it was important to find teammates...

But thinking of this, she suddenly became enlightened.

Yes, the dungeon didn't ask them to socialize or make friends.

Their task is to survive, and what they have to fight against is the entire copy.

Against such a background, it doesn't seem to make much sense for them to win over a roommate who is fighting alone.

They left Building 18 and walked all the way to Jiang Fang's dormitory.

Jiang Fang put forward another idea: "Is it possible that this Xie Xiangyu is also attracted by your broadcast content and has been to the broadcast station?"

... Then I witnessed the robbery scene where black people eat black people.

Li Yinhang was stunned.

That's much more reasonable.

He found that none of the other two groups of teammates was a fuel-efficient lamp, and he was alone, worried that the props would be robbed, so he simply got up and observed secretly.

While talking, they returned to the foreign student apartment, swiped their cards to enter, and took the elevator all the way to the sixth floor.

Jiang Fang's room was at the end of the corridor on the 6th floor, next to a beautiful and huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Nan Zhou said: "We don't need to find him specially. If he has any needs, he will find..."

Seeing them standing still in front of the closed single dormitory door, and Jiang Fang taking out the key marked with the room number, Nan Zhou, who was still talking about Xie Xiangyu just now, suddenly had a serious look on his face.

"--and many more."

Hearing this, Li Yinhang stood in silence on the spot, and withdrew his hand that was about to touch the doorknob at the speed of light.

She watched the surrounding situation vigilantly.

"I have 1 point of theft." Nan Zhou said solemnly, "I'll unlock it."

Li Yinhang: "..."

Then, he took out the small piece of wire from his pocket, pressed it lightly against the keyhole, put his ear on it, picked it up with his fingertips a few times, and heard a slight click of the lock tongue.

The door opened.

Jiang Fang stood aside, smiling and applauding him.

Li Yinhang: "..." Is this fucking okay?

Inspired by this, Li Yinhang borrowed Nan Zhou's lock, and practiced the new skill of unlocking with his head muffled.

Nan Zhou won the first battle, and was greatly encouraged. Now he is concentrating on studying Jiang Fang's dormitory door lock.

If the ghost in the dungeon came to this dormitory now and saw their current behavior, it would be very confusing and fucked.

However, accompanied by mechanical repetitive movements, there is a growing sense of anxiety.

They are clueless about everything.

"Hu Li", the only effective clue, also became a mess.

So far, they have not been able to make any effective analysis of the danger of this dungeon, nor have they any countermeasures.

This is completely different from the copy of "Xiao Ming's Daily", which searches for the truth from trivial clues in a limited space.

This is a university covering an area of ​​3.5 square kilometers.

Covering a vast area, there are many voices.

Even if the seven of them are of one heart and one mind, it is impossible to search every corner of the school within 7 days.

If they can't find a breakthrough, they can only wait for the danger of death and madness to find them.

...Could it be that this task can only be filled by the dead?

Such subtle emotions troubled Li Yinhang, making it impossible for her to concentrate all her energy.

She put the lock down a short time later, sighing in unbearable frustration.

But before she finished speaking, she heard Nan Zhou ask, "What department is Xie Xiangyu in?"

Jiang Fang looked away from the phone screen: "Finance."

As he said that, he looked at Nanzhou and asked in a graceful manner: "Do you still need his mobile phone number?"

Nan Zhou: "No need for this."

After getting the information he wants, he has the motivation to continue thinking.

I am the Department of Architecture.

Jiang Fang is an international student of the School of Management.

Li Yinhang is from the Department of Statistics.

Xie Xiangyu is from the Department of Finance.

The three unlucky people, Sun Guojing, Luo Ge, and Qi Tianyun, most likely belong to the same department, because they met too quickly in a completely unfamiliar environment.

In addition, there is Hu Li who has died and whose identity is unknown, and an unknown person who is completely confused and left a death message.

He turned to Li Yinhang again, and asked an even stranger question: "We should know each other, right?"

Li Yinhang: "... Otherwise?"

"I mean." Nan Zhou said, "What is the relationship between the 'Li Yinhang' you played and the 'Nan Zhou' I played?"

Li Yinhang was taken aback for a moment, and then he was enlightened immediately.

After discovering that Li Yinhang was also aware of this, Nan Zhou said seriously: "Before, we fell into a blind spot of thinking."

They were teammates in the first place, and after being transferred to a strange and dangerous dungeon, not only did this relationship not change, but it was strengthened.

Because everyone is teammates, they acquiesce that they should know each other.

The copy is also very cooperative, instilling and filling in such small cognitive details to them invisibly.

For example, the robbery trio is from the same department.

For example, Nanzhou and Jiangfang are a pair.

This greatly dilutes the gap between the dungeon and reality, lowers the player's vigilance, and induces the player to naturally pay attention to other characters in the dungeon as an outsider.

How did Hu Li die?Who left the death message?

...But he forgot that he was also one of the clues.

Holding the phone, Jiang Fang took Nan Zhou's words: "Teacher Nan is right. I have been looking for the intersection between the seven of us, and just now, I finally have a clue."

"Check your chat records seven days ago." Jiang Fang gave a clear time point, "Around October 10."

July 10nd...

Li Yinhang started immediately, searching the chat records by date.

Nan Zhou is obviously lying on her friend list.

But she was in a blind spot at the time, and she took it for granted that her "teammates" should be there, and didn't think much about it.

Pulling out the chat history while sweating, and after a few brief glances, Li Yinhang's expression brightened with joy.

We have found a breakthrough!

In the dungeon setting, she and Nan Zhou are classmates in high school, and they have a good relationship.

"The night before the 21st..." Li Yinhang said, "The mid-term test just ended, so I asked him to go out to play board games on the night of the 21st."

Nan Zhou nodded: "Then I asked her if she could bring her family."

Jiang Fang shook the phone: "Then the family members came."

The clues between the three of them were successfully connected.

Jiang Fang is an overseas student, and he doesn't have many contacts on his mobile phone. Although he made a Chinese boyfriend in the settings, he didn't succeed in breaking into Nan Zhou's social circle, and he has very few friends.

Nanzhou was invited by Li Yinhang, and because he brought a boyfriend, he didn't invite a third person.

So, going back in this way, who invited Li Yinhang?

Once the mind is clear, everything should have become smoother.

However, Li Yinhang searched through the social software on his mobile phone, using various keywords such as "board game", "party", and "game", but failed to find relevant records near the 21st.

When she invited Nan Zhou, she only mentioned in general, "A friend formed a board game game, come or not."

When the clouds of suspicion in Li Yinhang's heart grew thicker...

"Is there such a possibility?" Nan Zhou asked, "The person who invited you is Hu Li."

Li Yinhang's heart trembled, and he subconsciously denied: "I don't have him in my contacts."

"What about the person who left the recording of death?"

"We don't know his name..." Li Yinhang endured the shuddering sensation of goosebumps on his arms, "I didn't find any evidence that anyone invited me..."

But this game is obviously not from the "Li Yinhang" group.

So what the hell...

While Nanzhou was meditating quietly on the door lock and Li Yinhang was tangled up on the phone, Jiang Fang gently raised the phone.

"Actually, I made another attempt."

……

After they entered the copy for the seventh hour, the night came completely.

The hungry robbery trio returned to the dormitory dejectedly.

They also thought of using the only name mentioned in the recording, "Hu Li", as a breakthrough point.

As a result, after talking softly and stubbornly for a long time, the old man in charge of the archives refused to let them in.

As the saying goes, if you don’t repair a tree, it’s going to be smooth, and if you don’t repair it, it’s a chirping, chirping, chirping, but today the three of them had just suffered a big loss here in Nanzhou, and they didn’t want to make too much trouble and alarm the school, so they could only put away their hands in resentment. The idea of ​​beating up the old man.

They went to buy a thermos, and when the old man was off work, they used the cover of night and the crisp sound of the thermos being smashed to cover up the sound of breaking the glass in the archive room.

The three of them checked the old and heavy computer for a long time in the leaky file room, scolding their mothers in the cold.

The result is sloppy.

Among the students, there is no one named Hu Li.

Busy for a long time, busy for a lonely.

The three of them, who were tired and exhausted, returned to the dormitory, washed up, and then went to bed.

The first night is important.

There is a risk of death in this dungeon, but staying alive is not an option.

So they plan to take turns keeping watch.

What's more, they all felt that even if the ghost wanted to focus on performance, it would definitely kill someone tonight, and the probability of being killed by each of them was one in seven.

If the ghost wants to find it, it should also find that solo player, or that woman. It's best to kill Nanzhou in one go.

The possibility of coming to find them three big men with strong yang energy is not high.

10点半到1点，是罗阁守夜；1点到3点半，是孙国境；3点半到6点，是齐天允。

Luo Ge was a little apprehensive, so he talked more than usual.

Sitting on the upper bunk, shaking his legs, he leaned over to look at Sun Guojing who was on the lower bunk, and said, "Old Sun, don't pick your ears. You're panning for gold."

Sun Guojing made a gesture and flicked the thing he picked out in his direction: "My ears are buzzing."

He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't tell me to meet that Nan again!"

Amidst the scolding, the lights in the dormitory were turned off.

The school was afraid that these boys from the physical education department would be jumping up and down due to excess energy, so it was stipulated that at 10:[-], all dormitories in the physical education department should be locked and closed on time.

Lying in the dark, Sun Guojing felt very cold. He grabbed the upper edge of the quilt with both hands, tried his best to reduce every gap, and wrapped himself tightly.

But that doesn't do anything to keep you warm either.

Like lying in a coffin.

The quilt is hard and stiff.

The limbs are stiff and the hands and feet are numb.

Even the breath of air that he exhaled was icy cold.

Sun Guojing couldn't stand the cold, so he cursed tremblingly, stuck his foot out of the bed, kicked the heating pipe not far from his feet, and shivered from the ice.

...the school hasn't turned on the heating yet.

What the hell kind of weather is this? !

Sun Guojing tried to wrap himself into an airtight cocoon.

However, it is still a failure.

Tossing and turning, he couldn't take it anymore, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Luo Ge? Dasha Luo? Are you cold?"

No one responded to him.

Fell asleep? !

Sun Guojing resisted the coldness, turned over, stepped on the edge of the lower bunk, glanced up, and whispered "fuck".

... Are you really asleep? !

Sun Guojing felt that it was so cold that it was impossible for him to fall asleep, so he just kept an eye on Luo Ge and woke him up when the time came to take over, so that he could sleep through the rest of the night.

However, when he sat back on the lower bunk...

The harsh moonlight from the window shone on his quilt.

Sun Guojing clearly saw a pair of sunken and slender footprints at the end of his quilt.

Sun Guojing's throat tightened, and his heart beat suddenly.

With courage, he pulled up the quilt and stretched out his hand to caress.

But the quilt is soft and springs back quickly under tugging.

The traces of footprints disappeared without a trace.

This did not delay Sun Guojing's scalp numbness.

He hastily covered himself with a quilt covering his head and body, and secretly cursed a few times in the dark.

The quilt gives people the feeling that at least it is closed, dry and safe.

however……

"sand--"

There was a noise, which was very clear in this closed, dry and safe small space.

"sand--"

It was as if someone was dragging his body, crawling slowly on his bed.

"sand--"

The blood of Sun Guojing's limbs and bones was frozen in his veins.

Not tinnitus.

Not a hallucination.

it is true.

Because in addition to hearing this inorganic sound, he also smelled a strange smell.

It was a musty smell from a room that had been closed for a long time.

"sand--"

The rustling sound came from the depths of his quilt.

from his feet.

From... a place he can see now as long as he lowers his head.

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