Forces of Temptation

After a sound dream, Sun Guojing opened his eyes.

He stared at the snow-white coffered ceiling, feeling empty.

The numbness brought by the alcohol, mixed with the remaining memories of finding a way out last night, made him float contentedly and peacefully.

What really woke him up was a long belch.

Sun Guojing suddenly turned over and sat up, puffed his cheeks, and rolled his eyes to look for the trash can.

However, the deserted scene around him caused all the filth that was about to flow up to his throat to flow back, congested below the throat and above the stomach.

Gastric juices scorched his esophagus.

But Sun Guojing's body fell into an ice cave.

...Where did everyone go?

Suppressing the discomfort caused by the hangover, he stumbled towards the only exit.

The door is an old fashioned lock.

There is no simple lock button that can be locked with a single twist, and can only be locked from the inside or the outside with a key.

Sun Guojing pressed his hand on the door panel and paused before he dared to push down slowly——

- Click.

The door lock rattled.

The deadbolt gripped the pin firmly and did not budge.

...the door is locked.

But Sun Guojing didn't seem to be able to see it.

He gritted his back molars and frantically twisted the doorknob a few times.

The twisting turned into shaking.

The shaking turned into a desperate crash.

He hit it again and again with his shoulder, and the white ash at the junction of the door hinge and the wall fell to the ground, his shoulders, and his hair.

But the door in front of him was very strong.

Sun Guojing, who was like a bull, finally stopped when his shoulder was hit and numb.

He lost his soul, turning around in the lecture theater like a trapped animal.

As soon as he looked up, he even had the illusion that his own shadow was still hitting the door.

The way of escape that we worked together to come up with yesterday was just a dream of my own?

Did he come to 403 on his own initiative, or was he permanently imprisoned here by that force?

Hu Li and Zuo Jiaming who disappeared one after another, are they also trapped somewhere like this?

...Sun Guojing was already confused.

Along with the turbulent and collapsing thinking, is the san value that plummets.

4.

3.5.

1.9.

0.8...

he wants to escape...

Yes, escape from here.

As long as he escapes from here, he can't care about anything else...

Must flee, immediately, immediately!

The row of windows appeared in Sun Guojing's bloodshot sight.

--get away! !

Before judging the danger, Sun Guojing's body was already in extreme panic and acted before his mind.

He ran towards the window quickly, and with the force of slamming the door, he rushed towards the window like a mad cow.

He forgot one thing.

Glass is much weaker than doors.

Accompanied by the cracking sound of glass, Sun Guojing's world turned upside down in an instant.

He is covered in sunlight.

He saw a crowd walking and laughing in the distance.

He saw an unowned bird's nest hanging on the half-yellow treetops by the window.

Then he was pulled by gravity, and his upper body fell out of the window sill and fell straight down.

At the moment when he was weightless and saw the ground approaching, Sun Guojing woke up unexpectedly.

what am i doing?

I--

At the same moment when the thought of "I'm going to die" popped up, his falling momentum actually stopped.

—his coat, just hanging on the window knob.

Sun Guojing just kept the posture of leaning down, looking directly at the hard gray concrete floor.

No, no, no, no, no!

If he falls like this, he will really die!

Sun Guojing had almost hallucinated that his brain had merged with the gray-white ground.

The instinct to survive made him even more flustered, and he wanted to retreat.

But the shift of the center of gravity is not that simple.

In the blink of an eye, most of Sun Guojing's body was already hanging outside the window sill.

The only thing holding him back was a smooth semi-circular lock button that was not enough to provide an effective rescue.

However, Sun Guojing was only loosely attached to it.

He even needs to twist his body to easily unhook it.

Sun Guojing's waist had gone out of the window, and he was unable to exert force in the air. Only his whole calf was still hanging upside down in classroom 403.

He waved his hands, trying to support the outer wall, but he only tilted slightly, and heard the friction sound of the coat sliding sharply on the hook of his life.

Sun Guojing didn't dare to move any more, and shouted miserably, "Help! Help!!!"

In his ears, his cry had echoed in the slightly empty campus in the early morning.

However, morning joggers in the distance couldn't hear him.

Even the cleaning staff sweeping up fallen leaves a hundred meters away could not hear him.

Sun Guojing is still alive, but it seems that he has lost contact with this world ahead of time.

Sun Guojing's face was flushed from standing on his head, and his trachea seemed to be narrowed, so he could only exhale in sharp air.

He was hallucinating again.

There was the nagging sound of when he got into trouble when he was a child and his mother took him to the door to apologize.

There is a taste of a popsicle melting in the mouth.

There was noise around when Luo Ge and Qi Tianyun were squatting in the corner of the food stall, kicking their fists and blowing water.

and also--

He had no time to look back.

Because the feeling of complete weightlessness struck again.

... His body and the window pin were unhooked.

He closed his eyes, waiting for the fate of the head torn apart.

However, one second passed, and two seconds passed.

The pain didn't come for a long time, but he realized the feeling of being down-to-earth in hindsight.

...The sense of weightlessness just now came from the rear.

He was grabbed by the collar of his clothes and pulled back from the life and death line.

……

Nan Zhou looked at Sun Guojing who was dragged up by him, but his eyes were already empty.

"Wake up." Nan Zhou shook him, "Wake up."

Seeing that Sun Guojing didn't respond, he raised his hand, and at the same time politely glanced at Luo Ge and Qi Tianyun, who were following behind and had already been shocked out of their bodies, asking for advice.

The two brothers were going crazy.

If it wasn't for Nan Zhou, who woke up completely from his sleep after walking out for a while, started counting people, and recalled the specific number of people who entered 403 yesterday, they would really have completely forgotten Sun Guojing in 403.

They didn't know what Nan Zhou's look meant, they just begged Nan Zhou to save him quickly.

Nan Zhou said "hmm", and after silently muttering twice to pay attention to controlling the strength, he slapped Sun Guojing on the face.

Luo Ge and Qi Tianyun were stunned by the sound of the slap: "..."

Sun Guojing was twisted 90 degrees sideways by the slap on his face and head and neck, and there was a clear cracking sound from his neck bone.

Nan Zhou was startled calmly, and out of a mentality of remedial action, he immediately straightened his head and sniffed his breath quietly.

...Fortunately, alive.

Sun Guojing had no idea what happened.

The moment he slapped his face, the illusion that was still evolving like a kaleidoscope in front of him instantly went out.

... Commonly known as "black eyes".

When he fell to the side weakly, Sun Guojing's head was buzzing, as if a hornet's nest had exploded in his head.

After a long delay, the emptiness in front of his eyes gradually took on color.

This slap also had the effect of turning the tide, swishing Sun Guojing's san value down to 0.1, which would return to zero at any time, back to 0.5.

When Sun Guojing was about 80% awake, Nan Zhou had already moved aside with his hands behind his back.

One of Sun Guojing's eyes was swollen high, and he tried to open it for a long time, but to no avail.

He stared blankly at Nan Zhou who was closest to him.

Nan Zhou coughed, "You're awake."

Sun Guojing wanted to speak, but his cheeks were swollen and numb, and he spoke as if a big chestnut had been forced into a squirrel's crop: "I..."

Nan Zhou took his words: "You are alive."

Seeing Nan Zhoulue's guilty look, Jiang Fang couldn't help laughing.

Nan Zhou looked back at him.

Jiang Fang immediately made a gesture of zipping his mouth shut with the corners of his mouth curled up.

Sun Guojing, who survived the catastrophe, had no time to pay attention to his face.

He said weakly: "Why do you come back to find me..."

Nan Zhou turned around and said, "I found that there were few people, so I came back."

Sun Guojing said in a tearful tone: "Am I not dead?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

Sun Guojing has not yet disappeared completely.

Just like Hu Li, according to him, he saw himself standing at the head of Sun Guojing's bed after hearing the rustling sound for the sixth time.

He let out a heart-piercing scream, but the scream was completely swallowed by the air.

It's like he's stepped into a vacuum.

Later, Hu Li forcibly shook the others awake through violent body movements, but still had conversations and dialogues with them.

That is to say, after hearing the sixth rustle, one does not die.

It's just that the sense of existence will be further diluted, and the medium of external communication will be blocked for the most part.

Sun Guojing trembled his lips: "Then can you see me now?"

Nan Zhou: "I can still see it."

Sun Guojing's eyes were still red, and he froze in place, looking at Nanzhou suspiciously.

Nan Zhou stretched out a finger and lightly patted him on the shoulder.

This one finger caused Sun Guojing's 1.8-meter strong man's psychological sandcastle to collapse across the board.

Sun Guojing hugged him and began to cry like a child.

Nan Zhou was caught off guard, and instinctively wanted to hug his neck and throw him over his shoulders, but after realizing that he was not malicious, he calmed down.

With his hands behind his back, he lowered his head quietly, and one side of his hair was slightly curled and fell on Sun Guojing's shoulder.

He was thinking why.

Where is the problem.

Walking into the sun with the help of his brothers again, Sun Guojing's hands and feet were still there, and his heart was cold.

Sun Guojing's spirit suffered a great blow.

But others are not much better.

What happened to Sun Guojing brought them a dangerous signal:

Their deduction went wrong again.

But Nanzhou spirit is still stable.

Because he was unswervingly convinced of one thing: what they encountered could not be an unsolvable copy.

Moreover, he didn't think the direction of their thinking last night was wrong.

Ghosts have no solution in terms of lethality, mobility, and incorporeality, so there must be solutions in other aspects.

Even including the dungeon solution proposed by Qi Tianyun last night, Nanzhou thinks it is reasonable.

They may just be one step wrong.

Just find out what's wrong with this step...

On the other side, Qi Tianyun and Luo Ge had already tied their wrists with Sun Guojing's, one by one.

When he was tied up with a rope, Sun Guojing tried to struggle away: "Farewell. It's too dangerous."

Luo Ge comforted him and said: "Old Sun, you want to open it. It's just that we can't see you. Even if you disappear completely, as long as you follow the rope, we can know that you are still there."

Most people are more alert than usual when it comes to life and death.

Sun Guojing is no exception.

He smiled wryly: "At that time, you will completely forget about me, and you will feel that this rope is cumbersome."

He added: "Besides, if I'm dragged away, it's not worth it. It's cheap."

Luo Ge said "ah" in a daze: "...I can't. Maybe this dungeon is purely to scare people, that ghost might not have the ability to kill people at all, and will only make people disappear. We just I just can't see you, as long as the copy is over..."

"Is it possible?" Sun Guojing was unusually sober, "If so, why is the dungeon clearance requirement that we don't 'die' or 'go crazy'?"

"To put it bluntly... the player will still die."

"I've heard the sixth. I feel like I'm almost there."

"After every three rustling sounds, the ghost will die... I think I'm already halfway there. Maybe, if I hear it three more times, I'm really done."

"As long as I can't meet the customs clearance requirements, I can't do without this copy..."

"I'd rather die completely than stay here for the rest of my life. Living is like dying..."

As he said that, Sun Guojing opened his reddish eyes and fixedly looked at the two brothers who had died.

He whispered, "When I hear two more sounds, kill me."

Qi Tianyun was silent for a long time, tightened the straps on his hands, and tied them tightly.

He said: "When the time comes, it's too late to untie it, and the two of us will die together."

Luo Ge quickly wiped his nose, and yelled at the side: "Fuck you. Who was the fastest when we met Nan Zhou? Old Qi, you are as smart as a ghost..."

Qi Tianyun lowered his head in embarrassment.

But his words are very firm: "No matter what."

"Nothing."

……

Today is Saturday, at eight o'clock in the morning, the campus has not yet fully awakened.

The door of a certain dormitory in the Department of Physical Education was chiselled lightly from the outside, polite and regular.

A boy with messy hair like a chicken coop opened the door with his flip flops.

After opening the door, he saw a handsome little white face.

The little boy is wearing black-rimmed glasses, and the words "good student" are written between his eyebrows and eyes.

He pushed the frame very politely: "Excuse me, is this Chang Shanhe's dormitory?"

The boy who opened the door yelled at the dark dormitory behind him with a hoarse voice, "Shan Pao! Someone is looking for you!"

……

Chang Shanhe yawned, opened the door of the sports warehouse with a key, and asked the person behind him who claimed to be a new member of the sports department of the student union: "Are you short of a basket of basketball?"

Xie Xiangyu pointed to the whiteboard with the name "Chang Shanhe" written on it with an oil-based pen beside the warehouse door: "It's missing. You cleaned up the warehouse yesterday. Coach Dou asked me to find you."

While Chang Shanhe muttered "it shouldn't be", the door of the sports warehouse creaked open.

A faint smell of rubber rushed to his face.

Chang Shanhe walked in: "I really lost my props, why didn't Coach Dou call me..."

Xie Xiangyu followed in: "I don't know. Anyway, if you can't find it, you have to take responsibility."

Chang Shanhe cursed secretly in his heart, the students in the student union are really good at showing off.

A brat that he could pinch half to death with one hand dared to cluck in front of him.

Chang Shanhe, who was groaning, walked around a layer of thick cushions about the height of a person, and stopped in his tracks.

He turned around: "Isn't this three baskets of basketball, what's missing-"

He could no longer speak a word.

Xie Xiangyu was holding a pen-shaped object that was roughly as thick as the ring of the index finger and thumb.

Now, the cap of the pen has been taken off.

A percussion-type iron bullet device is installed inside.

As soon as you press the end, an iron pestle, which is as thick as the tip of an oil-based pen, will pop out at the speed of a marble.

The cartilage in Chang Shanhe's throat was smashed to pieces by the iron pestle that suddenly hit his throat.

Xie Xiangyu gave a "huh" and praised to himself: "It's easy to use."

Homemade gadgets, quite a bit of work.

Fortunately, the effect is outstanding.

Xie Xiangyu tugged at Chang Shanhe's hair, while he was twitching nonstop, patted his back comfortingly, and pushed behind the cushion.

His tower-like body staggered two steps, and fell face down, firmly covered by piles of cushions.

He was very satisfied with the effect of the weapon tested on the NPC.

Xie Xiangyu was about to leave.

But he saw a shadow standing against the light at the door of the sports warehouse, blocking his only way to leave.

At the same time, the soft sound of "rustling" rang in his ears again.

For Xie Xiangyu, this is the sixth time.

He saw the shadow in front of him, distorted into all fours.

He also saw the shadow rushing towards him on all fours.

But he always put his hands in his trouser pockets and smiled.

When the twisted monster rushed in front of him, Xie Xiangyu raised his foot and stepped on it accurately.

He crushed a cloud of air.

"Hello."

Xie Xiangyu stood in the empty warehouse, speaking with a smile.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Now that it's over, he can finally do what he wants to do.

He walked out of the sports warehouse, locked it properly, and smoothed out all the wrinkles in his clothes.

No one knew he had been to the sports warehouse.

To be precise, even those who could witness him leaving the sports warehouse turned a blind eye to his existence.

Xie Xiangyu walked briskly towards his real destination.

Turning lightly from the American girl who swiped her card to enter the apartment, Xie Xiangyu broke into the foreign student dormitory without any hindrance.

He played with his well-designed small props with one hand, and stepped into the management office of the foreign student dormitory like no one else was there.

The administrator is a foreign woman with big waves, reading a magazine and drinking coffee.

When Xie Xiangyu passed by her, he silently put his hand on his temple, and tapped his toe playfully, as a greeting to her.

Behind the woman's back, Xie Xiangyu searched every drawer and every corner openly and unscrupulously.

He hummed a cheerful song: "We Wish You AMerry Christmas..."

He had no fear of being discovered.

Because this is impossible.

The music ends when he finds what he wants.

He took out a stack of room cards from a drawer.

There is a name on the room card.

Original name: Lodoka Monteloka.

Chinese name: Jiang Fang.

He took out the gift he wanted and hid it in his palm.

When walking briskly out of the administrator's dormitory, the administrator on the swivel chair happened to turn around.

The situation in front of her made her puzzled for a moment:

Just now... did you open the drawer?