Striped Retriever

The cicada outside the window seems to be mad. It must find its mate before the season is over.The hot sun, the sweltering air, the whole world seems to be thrown into a microwave oven.

Ke Chenlin sat in the classroom near the window, with his head propped on one hand, his eyes fell on a mottled and rusted iron railing outside the glass window.There is nothing special about this pole, and Ke Chenlin is not calculating the area where the old paint has peeled off based on the knowledge taught by the math teacher.

He is thinking about life and death.

This has nothing to do with philosophy, Ke Chenlin just doesn't understand why he is still alive, and if his memory is not wrong, his age should be 36.

It's September, and even "Autumn Tiger" shouldn't be this hot.

He can't listen to the knowledge taught by the teacher, and he has long forgotten these high school things.

These things should have nothing to do with him, but his name was written on the title page of the textbook, and the familiar handwriting seemed to remind him that this book belonged to him.

[Hello Player] A voice sounded abruptly. The voice was so neutral that men and women could not be distinguished. The voice was polite, but it was like a greeter who was not paid enough by the company.Ke Chenlin felt that the other party probably didn't bother to pull the muscles on his face when he said this.

The voice seemed to be ringing in his own head, and it was quite loud, but Ke Chenlin's deskmate who was stealing snacks didn't respond at all.

"Hello." Ke Chenlin responded softly, his eyes still fixed on the red iron rod, as if he was emptying out.

That existence seemed to be choked by Ke Chenlin's politeness, and was silent for about half a minute before continuing: [Welcome to "Tinder Game", the player has died in the real world. 】

Ke Chenlin came to a sudden: "Oh, that's no wonder, I just said that I should be dead." His tone was too calm, there was neither hysterical questioning, nor much sadness or melancholy.

He didn't even care about why he was here, as if he was saying "Oh, I just said I turned off the lights in the room in the morning." It was so normal that it was a little abnormal.

[The level of the dungeon in this field is third-best, and the points you can get after passing the dungeon are [-].Calculated according to the player's own conditions, you need to accumulate a total of [-] points before you can continue to live in the real world. 】

"Okay." Ke Chenlin responded again, intervening in the gap where the existence spoke, as if to avoid the embarrassment of the mysterious existence singing a one-man show.

[Dungeon name "Child", player task: Find the child and the murderer and submit it to the system.Submit method: Shout the system in the brain, and there will be punishment for failure to submit.Tip: The environment the player is in is the world woven after the child's death. Please judge the identity of the 'child' through the props, follow the rules, and don't be ooc. 】

[Number of players: eight.Time limit: seven days.After the system has finished broadcasting, players have entered the arena, and the game begins. 】

After the voice finished speaking, Ke Chenlin didn't respond. He was just like an ordinary student who didn't love learning very much, just staring out the window until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

After the bell rang, the math teacher immediately stopped the sound, packed up the textbooks on the podium and prepared to leave.

It really isn't the real world, Ke Chen looked at the math teacher leaving quickly, and said to himself that it is a "child's" dream, the teacher here can't wait?

"Everyone, come here!" A rough voice sounded from the back of the classroom, Ke Chenlin looked back, and happened to be face to face with the person who made the sound.

It was a man who made the sound, with a standard Mediterranean head, dark skin, and looked a little overweight, with a round beer belly that couldn't even cover a sack-style school uniform, and some wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were surprisingly big .

It seems far-fetched to say that the person in front of him is a male high school student in his prime.

The man was also looking at Ke Chenlin.

Ke Chenlin's hair is a little too long, probably because it wasn't trimmed in time. His skin is fair, but it looks a little unhealthy, his lips are bloodless, and his cheeks are slightly sunken.

Those eyes are long but not slender, and the end of the eyes is slightly raised, coupled with the tall nose bridge and thin lips, they look really good, but they are sick and lifeless, as if they have been seduced by ghosts. , and like a finely crafted paper man.

Although it is hard to tell the exact age of this person, the man thinks that this person is not a student, and his eyes don't look like it.

Before the man could open his mouth, Ke Chenlin stood up, scratched his head, and told his deskmate who was buried in eating spicy sticks that he wanted to go over, but the deskmate didn't look at him, but just moved towards the desk with the person and the chair After a few strokes, Ke Chenlin left a palm-and-a-half width from the back for Ke Chenlin to enter and exit.

Ke Chenlin thanked him, and then walked towards the man.

The man's eyes were wide open, and he looked like he was staring fiercely, but the tone of his mouth was just surprised: "Are you really a player? Why didn't you react just now?" His voice was very soft, and he waited for Ke Chen to approach Just made a sound.

There were six other people walking over like Ke Chenlin, and the eyes of those six people all fell on Ke Chenlin, some were curious, some frowned.

"When?" Ke Chenlin asked, he didn't know which just now the man was talking about.

"It was during class." A woman with dyed fiery red hair said, "Didn't you hear that voice? The voice that called itself the system."

"I heard that." Ke Chenlin nodded, he understood that these people probably looked around the class to find each other during class, and at that time Ke Chenlin was staring affectionately at the iron railing outside the window, emptying his mind. The whole brain, "Isn't that in class? It's not good to be caught by the teacher."

The rest of the people looked at this guy's out-of-the-box look, and for a moment didn't know whether to say that he was naturally dumb or suspected that there was something wrong with his mind.

Their voices were very low, but the gathering of eight people had already attracted the attention of other students in the class. The bald-headed brother who seemed to be the oldest beckoned to everyone: "Let's go find a place outside the classroom to chat."

Their classroom happened to be on the first floor, and it was very sunny outside, so there were not many students.When they walked out, most of the players were watching Ke Chenlin, this person is really weird.

If he really heard that voice, he should know that he is dead. This is a chance to be reborn. Would a normal person's reaction be so... dull?

Everyone stopped at the horizontal bar of the playground, and the fiery red-haired lady immediately asked Ke Chenlin, telling her what she felt was wrong. Her tone was relatively fast, probably because she was used to speaking like this. Some aggressive taste.

She was suspecting that Ke Chenlin's identity was wrong, at least from the looks of it right now, it didn't look like Ke Chenlin was with them.

Ke Chenlin didn't think there was anything wrong: "Maybe it's because I don't want to live that much?"

The red-haired woman frowned even tighter: "Are you committing suicide?" She didn't understand, would people who commit suicide be brought here?If you want to choose this kind of game, don't you choose a type that is more eager to survive?

"No, I should have been hit by a car on the bridge and into the river." Ke Chenlin shook his head, his tone was always calm, even a little slow, making the listeners anxious.

"You died unexpectedly, why don't you want to live anymore?" Another boy asked in surprise. He was probably the one most like a high school student in this group, with a broken voice that changed his voice, and a smile on his face. acne.

Ke Chenlin pursed his lower lip, and continued: "I'm already 36."

The big brother from the Mediterranean Sea spoke loudly and disagreed: "I'm already 40! People of our age are the pillars of the family. There are old and young, how can we not want to live?"

"My parents died very early." Ke Chenlin scratched his head, "Three years ago, my lover also had an accident. I didn't have any children, but I was the only one."

Big Brother Mediterranean: "..."

There was another strange silence in the atmosphere, and then the red-haired woman coughed: "I sympathize with what happened to you, but you have to know that this may be the only chance for us all to survive, we can't just because..."

"Don't worry." Ke Chenlin interrupted her, "I won't drag you down, I will try my best to cooperate with your plans."

The red-haired woman lost her voice, but Ke Chenlin spoke sincerely, and she had nothing to blame. After all, a middle-aged man who had lost everything could not suddenly be full of hope for life.

It's best not to hold back.

"Then let me ask." The one who spoke was a relatively strong male, with a height of 1.8 meters five and an estimated weight of two hundred catties, but his movements were not restricted by his size, " We have read infinite stream novels here or have been exposed to script killing, so please raise your hand to signal."

Among the eight people, except for the eldest sister who seemed to be close to fifty, everyone raised their hands.

The eldest sister put her hands in front of her body and rubbed them together in embarrassment. The wrinkles on her face were deep, her hair was black and white, and the roots of her hair were yellow and dry. She was obviously out of touch with mainstream society.

When she saw that she was obviously isolated from the group, she panicked: "Can you tell me about it?" Her voice trembled slightly.

"Of course." The stronger man nodded. "The rules of the game do not limit the number of survivors. That is to say, if we cooperate well enough, we may leave together. I don't want internal friction in this temporary small team." Condition."

The man stretched out his hand first: "My name is Chang Donglai, I'm 25 years old, a college student. I was recruited as a soldier for two years in my junior year, so I haven't graduated yet."

Noticing the probing eyes of everyone, Chang Donglai smiled a little embarrassedly: "After retiring from the army, I ate a lot, and I couldn't control my body."

"Qiu Yu." The red-haired lady also opened her mouth, "There is nothing to say about the rest, just ordinary people who go to work."

They introduced them one by one. The oldest among the eight was the elder sister who was still unclear about the situation. The elder sister's surname was Wu, Wu Julan, and she was already 48.Then there was the bald man, 40 years old, named Qian Desheng. For the convenience of remembering, everyone simply called him Lao Qian.

The youngest is the boy with pimples. He is only 17 years old. He is a veritable high school student, but he has integrated well with the environment of this world.

Among the other two, the 21-year-old doll-headed girl explained to Sister Wu what the situation was like, and she still had excitement in her eyes. She probably didn't expect such a fantasy thing to happen to her.

"Our class seems to be an art class." Ke Chenlin said slowly, "I read the schedule."

Everyone's eyes fell on him again, and Ke Chenlin continued to explain: "The class schedule is posted on the belly of the table. We have professional classes every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, which seem to be dance and music."

"You still have time to watch this?!" Chang Donglai was surprised, "When I first came here, I couldn't move at all, and I couldn't speak! Otherwise, I would jump up and down and shout."

"Me too." Brother Qian nodded and agreed.

"Maybe he is calmer than us." The red-haired woman said.Standing here, Ke Chenlin is obviously the tallest. He looks 1.9 meters tall, and he looks pretty good, but when he keeps silent, he can forcefully minimize his sense of existence.

They may have gone through a period of "protection period for newcomers." However, Ke Chenlin may not have much emotional fluctuations and does not need to be restricted.

"And then?" Chang Donglai continued to ask, "What else did you find?"

"I remember that the spicy strips I ate at the same table cost [-] cents a pack, but I asked, and he said that they cost two yuan. The price has gone up." Ke Chenlin sighed.

Crowd:  …

Forget it, this person is probably not expected.

"Ahem, what, the name of our dungeon is 'Child', this child must be the most special one in the school. We need to find the child and the murderer. Generally speaking, the death incidents related to the school are either caused by bullies. Ling, or pressure." Chang Donglai analyzed that he seems to have the tendency to gather all players and become the backbone.

"It may also be related to the teacher." The red-haired lady said, "Children are naturally vulnerable in the face of adult coercion. You should understand what I mean."

"Let's split up and get in touch with classmates to find out if anything special has happened recently. Remember to be cautious. Not being OOC means you have to abide by school rules. After collecting information, everyone will integrate clues together."

Ke Chenlin didn't speak any more, he looked down at the upper of his shoe, as if in a daze.At the end of the analysis, Chang Donglai asked Ke Chenlin if he understood, and he was relieved only after getting a positive answer.

Ke Chenlin wasn't emptying his mind at this time, he was just thinking about other issues.

When a person dies, he is dead. Everyone will die. This is an inevitable outcome.What good is it to give him a chance to live again?

What's the point of gathering a group of people in a "dungeon" to play an inexplicable game?Can it bring anything to anyone or the collective?If it's a matter of no benefit, then why bother to make such a fuss?

But people like Chang Donglai and the red-haired girl Qiuyu have ignored this point. They rely on their own experience and deduction to try to quickly integrate into the game and then pass the level. It is always easy to overlook the "scenery" around you.

The second is that similar literary works are not uncommon. They can quickly adapt, and perhaps they are also blinded by this "adaptation".

However, Ke Chenlin didn't bother to delve into these things. He waited for everyone to finish their discussions, and then followed them to the classroom before the bell rang.

Just as they walked into the classroom and the bell rang, there was a "snap" and something fell behind them.

What followed were screams, from classmates and from players.

What fell was a person, and at the same time that person fell, blood spattered.

The players were almost stunned, and one or two players were so frightened that their legs went limp and they froze in place.Chang Donglai felt that he was bumped lightly by someone, the person couldn't stand upright, and he hurriedly apologized while supporting him.

The youngest player, a high school student, was so frightened that he lost his voice. He opened his mouth wide as if to shout, but he couldn't make any sound. He could only back up again and again, and finally bumped into someone.

The high school student looked up and found Ke Chenlin standing behind him.

"This classmate." A strange male voice sounded.

Everyone looked at the door in unison, and found a strange man standing outside the classroom door at some point. Unlike the energetic students around him, he looked like he just ran out of a grave.

The man's face was pale, his hair was dry and frizzy, and his gray eyes with dilated pupils were fixed on Chang Donglai.

He was talking to Chang Donglai.

"Class is already in session, why are you outside the classroom?" The man's voice was sharp and dry, like chalk mixed with pebbles and then scraped out on the blackboard, which made the listeners feel terrified.

Outside the classroom?Chang Donglai's heart skipped a beat. He looked down and found that half of his right foot was outside the door. He subconsciously wanted to pull it back, but his right foot seemed to be fixed and he couldn't move at all.

"Student." The man asked again, "Why are you outside the classroom?"

Chang Donglai wanted to find an excuse, for example, someone jumped off the building and he wanted to check the situation, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

"Someone jumped off the building now, why don't you take care of that first?" Ke Chenlin asked, his tone was still so slow, as if he was out of shape.

The dead man ignored Ke Chenlin, as if he couldn't hear what Ke Chenlin was saying.

"Classmate, come with me." The man turned around after finishing speaking.

……

"Okay." Chang Donglai responded with a steady tone, and even his expression calmed down.

"Hey, Chang Donglai!" The red-haired woman opened her eyes wide and tried to grab her, but she was almost dragged out by Chang Donglai.

She called out Chang Donglai's name a few times again, but the other party ignored him, and just lowered her head and left with the monster who seemed to be the "teaching director".

"He, does he have other methods?" Sister Wu was obviously a little flustered, but only Chang Donglai and the red-haired woman seemed to have methods and experience in this group of people, and they agreed so simply, that's for sure. yes……

"No..." The red-haired lady gritted her teeth and shook her head, her voice trembling slightly, "He was led away."

"What?" Sister Wu thought for a moment that she had heard wrong.

"When he was talking, his fingers were bent, and his arms were slightly raised forward. It looked like something was holding him." Ke Chenlin explained. After he finished speaking, he looked at the woman lying in the pool of blood. The person in the middle: "It seems that we don't need to ask one by one, which is also very good and saves trouble."

"Then he won't just die like this, aren't we just starting?" Old Qian's voice was split, "It shouldn't be!" Chang Donglai saw that he had an idea, and he should have that ability Take them out, no matter who is the first to have an accident, it should not be Chang Donglai.

"It seems that he took a step back when he saw someone jumping off the building." Another young man in his early twenties who spoke, "Maybe he wanted to save someone, but I didn't notice that his foot stepped halfway out. "His tone of voice was a bit strange, as if he hadn't adapted to the bloody death impact. "

"That can't be helped." Ke Chenlin shrugged, "It can only be said that he is unlucky." He was probably in the best condition among this group of people. Although he was not energetic at all, he was obviously not affected.

Something is wrong!The high school student subconsciously looked at the other players. The red-haired girl's face was pale. Occasionally, she could see her throat moving, probably to suppress her nausea.Not to mention the others, the youngest girl has already rushed to the trash can in the classroom to vomit.

Someone jumped off the building, even if they knew it was all fake, but everyone could smell the smell of blood, and could see the calf bone protruding from the pierced knee, and the almost deformed body.

And Chang Donglai was taken away. Although the players didn't know each other before, everyone can be said to be a community of destiny now. What if it was me who was half a step away?Even if he didn't like Chang Donglai's way of formulating rules to bind everyone together, he still felt somewhat sad.

Why is Ke Chenlin indifferent to all this?He was too peaceful, no discomfort, no shock at the loss of life, no universal empathy.

The high school student subconsciously distanced himself from Ke Chenlin.

Ke Chenlin just glanced at him, just in time for the vigilance in the high school student's eyes, but Ke Chenlin didn't care, he turned around and walked to his seat, patted the back of the deskmate, and walked along the He sat back in the gap that was as long as a palm.

Just as he sat down, there was another snap.

The screaming sounded again, and Chang Donglai also fell from upstairs.

"Actually, having a leader is a good thing." Ke Chenlin thought.

It is always better to formulate rules and work together in a completely unfamiliar environment than to be in a state of disunity.

It's fine if there are no idiots in the crowd.

Especially those who are not so purely stupid, who think they are the stuff of smart people.