Is this class the one I should take?

On the other side, Hou Xuechun soon became addicted to his mobile phone again.It seemed that he wanted to send the girl back to the dormitory, but the other party refused.

When Lu Shubei dried his hair and was about to go to bed, the person sitting on the chair suddenly raised his head excitedly, and said to Lu Shubei:

"She asked me out tomorrow night and said she wanted to talk to me!"

Seeing Hou Xuechun's excited and inexplicably shy look, Lu Shubei was speechless for a while, and said "ah" in embarrassment.

Before going to bed, Lu Shubei thought of something and asked him:

"Where do you meet?"

Hou Xuechun became more and more happy:

"In front of the statue.

That's where we first met. "

Hmm, that sounds very special.

Lu Shubei shook his head at him, turned and went to bed.

Tonight, it still rained all night.Maybe it was because of the heavy rain, Lu Shubei didn't sleep soundly. In the middle of the night, he opened his eyes, turned sideways, and looked at the roommate diagonally opposite.

Lu Shubei suddenly realized that so far, he only knew that Hou Xuechun had a crush on a girl, but as for what this girl looked like and what major she was in, he had no idea at all.

He only knows that his roommate is the girl he met near the statue, and that girl also likes to go to the library to study.

etc.statue.

Some broken pictures played in Lu Shubei's mind one by one, like a revolving lantern.Now, Lu Shubei couldn't fall asleep anymore, he fumbled to pick up the cell phone next to his pillow, and turned it on.

It was four o'clock in the morning.He clicked on the webpage and searched for a name.

Not the name of that senior, nor the name of the girl who fell in love with her, but the name of the great Confucian standing in the school.

Early the next morning, the rain intensified and the water on the road was extremely deep.The students stepped on the bricks laid on the road, and walked slowly and unsteadily.

It was already eight o'clock in the morning when Lu Shubei went out, but the sky was still not very bright. Not only that, in the sky, the red moon that was still looming yesterday was even more obvious.

Regarding the moon, other players have also noticed this.In the cafeteria, the players who got up early sat with a cup of soy milk, and began to talk about the information they had learned from other students.

"They said that someone predicted the red moon a month ago," a certain player took a sip of soy milk, "it's very romantic."

romantic?It is said that there is a red moon in the night sky at night, which is not so romantic.Also, by tonight, the moon might be even more intense in color.

At this time, the rest of the players also came to the cafeteria one after another.With their previous experience, they didn't dare to buy buns and meat pies anymore, and only bought soy milk porridge.

Lu Shubei finished his drink hastily, and when he was walking outside, he happened to bump into Meng Tao who was queuing up to buy soy milk.

As soon as he saw Lu Shubei, Meng Tao went straight through the crowded crowd, ran over, and stopped in front of him.

Lu Shubei looked at her and remembered something that he forgot to tell her yesterday:

"I took your hair back from that man."

At that time, Lu Shubei noticed a few hairs in the man's hand, and immediately thought of Meng Tao.Fortunately, the hair was taken back, and Lu Shubei wrapped it in toilet paper and put it in the pocket of his coat.

In this world, such things as hair really dare not fall into the hands of others easily.

And Meng Tao looked at Lu Shubei who was looking for his hair, took out a bracelet made of red thread from her bag, and handed it to Lu Shubei:

"Don't think too much about it, I didn't get my hair in it."

Speaking, Meng Tao glanced at the Pixiu bracelet on Lu Shubei's wrist, and continued: "I just think it would look nice if I wear a red string in front of it."

Indeed, Lu Shubei is very suitable for wearing this kind of thing.However, Lu Shubei looked at the thing Meng Tao handed over for a long time, and did not immediately pick it up.

After a long time, Lu Shubei took the thing from Meng Tao's hand, and placed it gently in Meng Tao's palm.

"I know your kindness," Lu Shubei looked into her eyes, trying to make his tone as gentle as possible, "I also know what you are really thinking."

Ever since entering this dungeon, Meng Tao has been in a state of near collapse.This kind of collapse is not the kind of hysterical crying or madness. At first glance, Meng Tao looks so calm, but in fact she is on the verge of despair.

What did she do wrong?Why is she the one to suffer this?

At this moment, Lu Shubei told her to cheer up, put all her thoughts on herself, and think about how to live.

"It's better to wear something like this on your wrist."

Lu Shubei returned the red rope and hair to Meng Tao, and then stepped back a little, keeping a distance from her.

"Meng Tao," Lu Shubei said, "you have to live well."

In fact, Lu Shubei knew very well in his heart that these classmates of his were probably dead, and they were just "living" here in another form, but he still said this to this innocent girl.

After saying this, Lu Shubei took his own black umbrella and walked outside into the rain curtain alone.

I have to say that Lu Shubei's back looks really lonely.Meng Tao stood there looking at his back, then slowly lowered her head, staring blankly at the red rope in her palm.

at this time.Another place in the nightmare world.

The style on the mountain was cold and cold. Everyone carried heavy equipment and walked without saying a word.And walking in the front of the team was a reliable veteran who had gone through several dungeons——Sheng Zhiwei.

This time they received the task of staying in the ruined temple on the mountain for two nights, and on the third night they went to the big tree on the top of the mountain, and hung the prayer lock and red rope on the tree together.

It sounds easy at first, but in this world, tasks with less information often hide more mystery and horror elements.For example, at this moment, when Sheng Zhiwei saw the gate of the ruined temple, he also saw a few "monks" standing outside the gate with their hands down.

No, where is the real monk.When they got close, they knew that they were wax figures, or rather, some living people were put into wax figures.

Good guy, this reminded the players in the team of a movie called "House of Wax Museum". For a while, they instinctively avoided these things, and no one wanted to take a second look at them.

As an old hand, Sheng Zhiwei was different, he deliberately walked a little closer to observe these wax figures, and soon noticed that one of the monks was a little strange.

It was the only monk with a red rope on his wrist. Not only that, but compared with the indifferent expressions of other monks, his face was a bit emotional, with the corners of his mouth curled up and the corners of his eyes drooping. crying.

"Hey, hey, Ah Sheng, don't look at that, bad luck!"

The other players called him, but their new finds were worse than these wax figures.

It was the corpse of an old monk who had passed away.In front of the old monk who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, there was a big wooden box.

When everyone looked at the wooden box, they immediately thought of the pamphlet they found after they were chased and killed by ghosts in the hotel overnight before going up the mountain.

The brochure said that there is a wooden box in the temple, and those who want to pray for relatives and friends only need to tap it three times, and the box will open in response, instructing tourists which lock to get.

According to the requirements of the mission, they must be padlocked.Therefore, after a short rest, everyone lined up in a long line to beat the wooden box and get the lock one by one.

After the first person tapped the box three times, the box opened in response, and inside the empty box stood a small golden lock.

Then came the second person, and the third person... Every time the box was opened, different locks would be erected inside.

At this time, Sheng Zhiwei was still observing the situation around him, he was the last one to get the lock.

Standing in front of the box, he was suddenly at a loss, not knowing who to pray for.For parents?In this world, it is best not to let your relatives have anything to do with supernatural events.

So who should he pray for?

After standing for a long time, finally, Sheng Zhiwei stretched out his hand while reciting a name in his heart, and patted the box heavily.

Boom.Boom.Boom.

After three beeps, the box opened in response.

Then Sheng Zhiwei stood still.

Because in this box, there is a big iron lock - the kind of lock that is hung on a big iron door and has a rough and unrestrained style.

Sheng Zhiwei leaned over to pick it up, and the weight made him frown.

The people around were also shocked: "Boss, which great god are you praying for?"

Sheng Zhiwei tightly shut his mouth and did not speak.

In fact, he was gritting his teeth in his heart and said something like this:

I'm holding such a heavy lock, I'm afraid I won't be able to run when the time comes.

Also, can this thing really hang on?What if the branch is broken by then?

I was wrong, why should I pronounce that person's name.

Lu Shubei, your luck is really special, special, heavy.