sunk in yesterday

So far, the information collected in the school is limited to the class of the missing person and the fact that the student who disappeared three years ago was student number 25 and his name was Qiu Yinghua.

Xia Zhuo didn't eat much except sugar all morning, and by this time he was also a little bit exhausted from hunger.

The few people sat and rested on the bed in the storage room for a while, and settled their lunch by the way.

However, it is easier to do things after knowing the name. After the noon period when you are most prone to drowsiness, the three of them went to the infirmary and looked through the record books on the shelf. Sure enough, the name Qiu Yinghua has never appeared again in the past three years. However, before April 2002, he had a dense record of injuries and illnesses.

The causes are also very common. Most of the people who remember come here to treat their wounds. A few have a cold and fever, or they are weak and ask for leave to come here to rest and catch up on sleep.

The only unexpected thing is that the number of times is too much. Basically, I have to go to the infirmary two or three times a week, and the frequency is several times that of other students.

"It's strange, coming to the infirmary so diligently, it will definitely attract the attention of the teacher." Xia Yan roughly flipped through it, turned his head and said to Guan Yuzhou: "The bullying on campus is so obvious, whoever is fine will get hurt every now and then...More What's more, it's not every other day, it's a regular check-in every two days."

Guan Yuzhou said: "A lot of campus bullying started as a joke. Even if adults ask, they will get the conclusion that children are messing around. Moreover, children of this age are at the stage where they are ignorant of everything. Here is another In remote areas, education can’t keep up, and teachers only teach them the knowledge in books, and no one teaches them the principles of respecting and treating others.” He paused, and then said: “There is another possibility, adults actually know .”

Xia Zhuo realized after a few seconds, "So they kept silent about this matter a few years ago, because they had ghosts in their hearts?"

"Yeah." Guan Yuzhou smiled, "I've had a similar dream before, and it also revolved around the theme of school violence."

"What is it about?"

"The background is an aristocratic college. It tells about a little girl who was bullied by her classmates because of congenital albinism. The girl is very timid and dare not tell her family, because her parents are very busy, and it took a lot of connections to get her Sent to a school that is said to be an 'elite education'.

"But when 'nobility' is mentioned, the word 'class' comes to many people's minds. There is no concept of respecting teachers in this school. All the teachers are acting on the face of the students, afraid of offending some powerful people. Lost this high-paying job. When the girl was bullied and almost lost the idea of ​​survival, she met a male teacher. This male teacher was a very gentle person and gave her encouragement in many ways."

Xia Zhuo answered, "Then she fell in love with the male teacher? It turns out that the male teacher is just a bad guy in disguise? A psychopath? He caused the whole school bullying incident?"

Guan Yuzhou's smile was deepened by the guesses that followed like machine guns: "You have a lot of ideas. I thought so at the beginning, after all, this routine is the most common, but it is not the case. That male teacher did He is a good teacher. He entered this school by virtue of his academic qualifications and ability, and he really considers the future of the students wholeheartedly.

"Because he protected this female student, he was hated by all the other students. It didn't look like a school at all, it was more like a prison. The warden was not a leader like a teacher or principal, but a student. Protection A weak hero is always at the forefront, but it also means that he will bear more malice. Not everyone can be a hero. Maybe Hot Blood Man can turn everything into a smooth one with justice and the aura of the protagonist. , but he didn't have such a good life as in the comics."

Xia Zhuo asked: "Have you been retaliated against?"

Guan Yuzhou nodded: "Well, I helped the girl to block it, fell down from the straight ladder, hit the back of my head on the ground, and died on the spot. The newspaper I found published this incident, and only mentioned that a middle school teacher slipped and fell himself. die."

"Then what does the dream ask the participants to do?"

"The girl went crazy. She wandered around the place where the teacher died for several days, then cut her wrists and committed suicide. Before she died, she assumed the same posture as when the teacher fell down. And broke his own arm."

Xia Zhuo made up his mind, and murmured: "He is a ruthless person."

"The main task is to ask the participants to investigate and end a school legend called 'White Shadow Borrowing Object'. This legend tells that at school time, when the sun is at the same level as the horizon, a distorted white shadow will shoot behind the teaching building The student's shoulder. If you don't agree, your neck will be broken; if you agree, you have to answer her questions."

"What's the problem?"

"'Can I lend me one of your hands?'" Guan Yuzhou added: "It's not just this sentence, every time the question is random, Bai Yingying will ask the students for parts of the body, such as arms, thighs, eyes and so on. "

Xia Zhuo tilted her head and asked, "Is she going to get a body and come back?"

"It's to make up for her dead teacher. The participant is a student in this dream, luck is very important, because if the answer is 'yes', a part of the body will be taken away, if it is small parts such as eyes and ears Fortunately, it will not cause death, but if it is a thigh, arm, neck, etc., it will be killed; and if the answer is 'no', the neck will still be twisted, and the ending will be the same as not answering."

Xia Zhuo made a final decision: "Rogue dictatorship!"

Unheard words burst into his ears, Guan Yuzhou slowed down, "... What new vocabulary did you make up?"

"Being unreasonable is tantamount to playing hooligans, and the whole dream rules are decided around her, which is tantamount to dictatorship. Isn't it dictatorship of hooligans?"

"..."

Xia Zhuo didn't care about his noncommittal, and asked with great interest: "Immortal is hurting, it sounds quite difficult, but did the participants die miserably in the end?"

"It's not too bad to die one day." Guan Yuzhou understated the death, "It didn't make sense at first, but by the end of the second day, most of the participants had figured out the rules, so they succeeded on the third day. got out."

"Huh? Several people died in the third day, filling in all the parts it needs?"

"No, only one died on the third day, and it wasn't killed by the aborigines." Guan Yuzhou said, "Some participants dismembered another traveler, filled the scattered body in the chalk outline, and directly helped Bai Ying The goal was accomplished. It was the participants who created a new ghost in that dream with their own hands, but even if the event has been achieved so far, what happens next is none of the participants' business."

Xia Zhuo sighed for a while.

The wind blew the curtains slightly from side to side through the open windows. The two sat on the chairs chatting about these things, but Tan Nian was staring at the injury record book from the beginning to the end, as if listening When they talked, it seemed that their minds had already wandered away.

Xia Zhuo looked at Guan Yuzhou who was drinking water with his throat dry, stretched out his hand to poke his Adam's apple that was moving up and down, and was quickly grabbed by his hand before touching it.

He didn't feel conscious when he was caught on the spot, instead he used his nails to scratch the opponent's palm, "Hey, I'll just hold it for you~"

Guan Yuzhou immediately let go as if he felt hot, "You really..."

Xia Zhuo wanted to tease him a little more, but from the corner of the eye he saw a small figure standing behind the curtain, with a gray outline under the sunlight, but when he looked at it seriously, there was nothing there. remain.

Unaware of fear, he stood up and moved closer in that direction, pulling open the curtains.

The figure has indeed disappeared, but the white paint has been scratched off the wall, and there is a short line of handwritten words among the mottled.The content is not horrifying, just the repetition of two simple words——It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

"By the way, Tan Nian." Guan Yuzhou called Tan Nian, "The broadcasting room is on the fourth floor. I don't know where the key to the door lock is. You need to take out the things inside."

"Ah, okay." Tan Nian rubbed the mirror, "Shall we go now?"

Guan Yuzhou nodded.

Xia Zhuo looked away from the wall, looked at the back of Tan Nian trotting away, and asked in confusion, "How can you get things if the door can't be opened?"

"I told you before that dictation is not as good as seeing with your own eyes." Guan Yuzhou motioned him to follow along, and said as he walked, "Do you still remember the Jian Shu you met when you first fell into a dream?"

"Remember, that little brother who is quite short."

"After entering the dream, some of the participants' abilities in reality will improve to a certain extent. In reality, Jian Shu's eyes should be able to see some images, which is what is called yin and yang eyes. Although yin and yang eyes are born, but The strength of ability is related to acquired factors such as practice. Jian Shu's ability can only be called rare, but it is not strong. He is not very good at using this ability, and he has not trained himself professionally."

Xia Zhuo roughly guessed what he was going to say next, "You mean, Tan Nian also has this ability?"

"Ah."

Guan Yuzhou stood still in front of the broadcasting room door, seeing Tan Nian hesitantly touching the frosted glass door, bent down and took an empty flower pot from the ground, smashed it in through the gap of the sliding gate, and smashed the door that looked pretty good. The thick glass cracked in an instant.

Xia Zhuo looked at the layout of the radio room exposed after pulling the shutter, and locked on the open square box next to the microphone.

It was a music box about the size of a palm, and it was made into a record player. It was small and exquisite, and the golden horn seemed to be shining.

Tan Nian raised the mirror, adjusted the angle with his back to back, and framed the broadcasting room in the mirror, then pointed to the music box, "Is that it?"

"Yes, take it out." Guan Yuzhou saw Xia Zhuo was curious about the baby's upper body, scratching his ears and looking into the mirror, smiled and patted him on the back, "If you want to see it, just go to his side and look. "

"Won't bother him?"

"will not."

After Guan Yuzhou said that, Xia Zhuo felt relieved and walked around to Tan Nian's side.

Since the ability in reality has been strengthened, what will be Tan Nian's ability?

He looked at Tan Nian in the mirror with his eyes lowered, his eyelashes couldn't hide the light hidden inside, and his free hand was still clenched tightly to the hem of his clothes, making him seem a little inexplicably restrained.

Immediately afterwards, Tan Nian's appearance changed.

It's not that I have changed, but the person in the mirror has changed.

Xia Zhuo watched Tan Nian's smile fade away in the mirror, and the thin eyebrows on both sides were furrowed.The expression of those shy eyes changed and became indifferent, and even the soft lines of the cheeks turned a little hard, as if they had been blown by the cold wind, and the whole face was written with inappropriateness.

Xia Zhuo opened his mouth, looked at the person in the mirror and glanced in his direction, chin slightly, and then made some mouth shape.

Tan Nian turned her head and explained softly to Xia Zhuo: "He is greeting you."

Xia Zhuo looked at him and then at the mirror, and finally uttered a single voice: "...this?"

Tan Nian glanced at Guan Yuzhou, realized that Guan Yuzhou didn't tell Xia Zhuo everything about him, and scratched his head a little at a loss, his voice became smaller and smaller, "This is my...secondary personality."

Xia Zhuo: "..."

Xia Zhuo saw two faces that were carved out of the same mold but with completely different temperaments looking at him, and frantically flicked across the barrage in his mind, and only caught a few keywords in the chaos, so he raised his hand and stood upright at him. Thumbs up, "Cool!"