I died on the first day of the game

Saturday was sunny, and it was supposed to be a day for students to relax and rest.

The downstairs of the boys' dormitory is full of people at the moment, most of them have confused faces, whispering to each other, the buzzing noise is like entering a large beehive, creating chaos.

"……is that true?"

"Then it can be false. I'm on the fourth floor, and I was just driven down by the building management!"

"So you saw the scene? Who died?! Tell me, what's going on?"

"Then how can people just look at it casually? I just passed by and glanced at it, but I couldn't see anything clearly because of the blood stains."

"You lost the chain at the critical moment, your 5.0 vision is blown, right?"

A man with the appearance of a teacher came out of the dormitory building with a serious face. When he saw the large circle of people outside, he frowned and said, "What are you doing here? The students in this building can go in, and those who are not related should leave quickly."

Driven away by the male teacher several times, the crowd left sparsely, and the remaining dozen or so people lined up, accepted questions one by one, and were let in one by one.

As expected of a school in a horror game, no one finds it strange that no one calls the police when someone dies.

When the onlookers were about to leave, Yi Mian walked over from the side. The male teacher at the door of the building obviously knew him, and even had a close relationship with him. After saying hello, he easily slipped into the building.

All the way to the fourth floor, there was a lot of discussion. In several dormitories, there were people poking their heads at the door, trying to hear a few words, but they were reprimanded one by one by the building manager and forced to close the door.

Only the dormitory door of 408 is fully open.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes stood by the door frame, wiping his sweat constantly, with a panicked expression on his face.

Seeing Yi Mian approaching, the man's tone was a little nervous: "Mr. Yi, why are you here? Has this matter already spread?"

"What's the matter? Is it so serious, do you want me to call the police?"

Yi Mian asked back, pretending to take out her phone.

"Don't stop! Wait!"

The man had a pale face, and quickly stopped him, "You... well, I can't tell, you can tell at a glance, don't touch it, and don't tell it! I have already... already called the police, and someone will come soon deal with."

Yi Mian nodded, seeing that the leader should be afraid of making things big, but it's not his turn to comment on these, she just came here to find clues.

Ghosts and death are easily associated with each other.

When he stepped into the dormitory, the curtains were pulled up halfway, the sunlight neatly divided the floor, and completely shrouded the bed in the corner in shadow.

A short and thin boy fell on the ground, his limbs were twisted, his mouth and nose were full of dried blood, his eyes were wide open, as if he saw something extremely terrifying before he died.

Yi Mian almost recognized it at a glance, the other party was the boy who raised his hand to ask questions in class yesterday.

There was no mobile phone on the corpse, and there was no other special things on the desk. The middle-aged man looked at him frequently at the door, and kept winking at him, signaling him to come out as soon as he finished reading.

Yi Mian was not in a hurry, turned around to make sure there were no other clues, then stood in the door and chatted with him for a few words before leaving.

The dormitories in this school are all four-person rooms. According to the man, the other three roommates of the dead boy stayed in the Internet cafe all night last night. One of them couldn't stand it anymore. He planned to go back to sleep after six o'clock. When he entered the door, he stepped on blood. , was so frightened that he almost died suddenly, and now he is still lying in the infirmary.

In a semi-closed university, this kind of news can always fly across the entire campus in the blink of an eye.

Walking out of the dormitory, almost all the students I met on the road were discussing this bizarre incident, from "possible sudden death" to "love murder and revenge for the female ghost's life".

"Teacher Yi~"

He passed by the girls' dormitory, and a girl in a short skirt ran up beside him.

Every time Yi Mian sees Lin Cai, she wears different clothes, with different backpacks and necklaces, even the curve of her hair is exquisite, her eyebrows and eyes are curved, as if she is always full of youthful vigor.

He stopped in his tracks: "Is there something wrong?"

Lin Cai raised her head: "Does Teacher Yi know about the murder of ghosts in the boys' dormitory this morning?"

Specter kills people?

Yi Mian's eyes moved slightly, but she said seriously, "Don't promote superstition, there are no ghosts in this world."

"It's true, I know a boy on their fourth floor, he told me secretly!"

The girl pouted, as if she was afraid that he would not believe her, and she spoke with great emotion.

"The man went to the toilet at night and passed by dormitory 408. The door was open at that time, and there was something swaying in the wind, like tassels on clothes, but there were no lights in the corridor, so he couldn't see clearly, so he didn't care. .”

"The next day, when the person died, he realized it. Isn't that a female ghost with long~hair~fluttering?"

She purposely pronounced the word "long hair" in a sinister manner, Yi Mian said "oh", but still didn't respond much.

Boys of this age generally like to exaggerate their own experience, especially to beautiful girls, these words are at least half watered.

Seeing that he didn't blink his eyes, Lin Cai sighed and said regretfully, "Mr. Yi, why aren't you afraid? He really scared me when he said that!"

Yi Mian asked keenly: "Who is the dead person? Do you know him?"

He suddenly found that these students basically didn't feel sad for the boy, and most of them discussed the matter in a curious, frightened or puzzled tone.

Lin Cai tilted his head: "Ah, of course we know each other. Teacher, don't you remember? It's that He Yan. He usually likes to harass girls, saying something or nothing. Our classmates are really annoying him. "

"And oh." The girl looked around and said mysteriously, "He also likes to spread rumors, especially for the good-looking girls in the class who are good at studying!"

Yi Mian thought of He Yan's pointed question yesterday, and lowered her eyes: "I see, I still have something to do, you guys should pay attention, don't spread the word casually, the school will report the result when it comes out."

Lin Cai nodded obediently.

Back at the teacher's dormitory, before he could think about it, Zhang Li sent several messages in succession, saying that Yan Ruohan and Li Rongrong had quarreled, and she didn't know what to do.

Yan Ruohan was her roommate, Yi Mian had heard her mention it, but before she could figure out how to reply, Zhang Li called.

"Have you heard? He Yan is dead! It's in the dormitory!"

A girl was sitting at the table, holding a plush bear pillow in her hand, her tone was anxious.

Zhang Li continued her words and said, "I've heard it too. It seems that the death was terrible and scary. The boys in the same dormitory didn't dare to watch it."

"It's the first time I feel sorry for him. After all, he spreads rumors everywhere like a keyboard man every day. It's quite annoying to think about it..."

The girl sighed a few times, then turned her head to look at another table, "Really? Rongrong?"

Li Rongrong raised her head, but before she could speak, Yan Ruohan, who was opposite her, immediately squeezed her throat and said in a strange way: "Oh, you are really asking the right person. He Yan is dead, and she must be laughing!"

The girl frowned: "What do you mean by that?"

Yan Ruohan: "What's the point? No one will talk about her nonsense. It's really time for this person to die."

"You clearly know that those are rumors, Li Rongrong never did such a thing!"

"Whether you have done it or not, you can't make it clear with your mouth."

"You! Then why do you say that!"

Yi Mian silently listened to their quarrel on the phone, and a firm voice interrupted both of them.

Li Rongrong didn't look at Yan Ruohan, nor did she look at the roommate who was helping her, and even said with a blank expression: "Okay, don't talk about it, I know whether I have done it or not."

Seeing her like this, Zhang Li and another roommate wisely didn't bring up this topic again.

Yan Ruohan stabbed a few more words in a low voice, but no one paid any attention to her.

On the other side, the black-haired young man hung up the phone and carefully sorted out everything that happened in the past few days.

At present, all the clues point to Li Rongrong, just like the most old-fashioned horror movie, she was maliciously spread rumors by her classmates, jealous by her roommates, and for unknown reasons, she turned into a ghost, taking revenge on those who hurt her one by one.

But he vaguely felt that the truth couldn't be so simple.

At the same time, the escape game will not allow him to leisurely wait for clues to appear every day. Once the alarm bell of death rings, it will only be a matter of time before it falls on the survivors.

Yi Mian took out yesterday's psychological test paper, rummaged through it one by one, and compared it with the handwriting of the first day's test questions.

The paper that said "I think I am the most popular in the class" is very similar to Lin Cai's handwriting. He took it out and compared it again and again, and it was almost certain.

[What is your happiest thing? 】

[Thinking about it this way, there are many happy things, and the happiest thing is that the little sick man praised me for being prettier than her, hehe. 】

[What kind of person do you hate the most? 】

[Weak and incompetent, indecisive, unable to resist, just like Koukou! 】

After reading all the questions, all the places where the names of people are painted with black frames, and the original handwriting cannot be seen at all.

Moreover, many of the answers were inconsistent. Yi Mian read it several times, but she still couldn't tell whether she liked or disliked the person she described, so she could only put the rolls together with doubts.

The author has something to say:

Thanks for the quilt mine qaq!

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