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Teacher Zhang was wearing a white shirt and suit skirt, her long hair was tied up behind her head, and she was lean and rigorous.

His face was pale, his lips were tightly pursed, and when a pair of thick black eyes slowly swept from below, Jin Nan, who was sitting in the back row, stretched all his muscles and quietly clenched the machete in his hand.

Liu Yi and Jia Qing unconsciously held their breath.

Wang Yueran and Xu Jin, a pair of sisters, were also close together, staring warily at the teacher on the podium, while nervously watching Xia Jing and the old lady in the front row.

Song Yang's eyes stayed on the female teacher for a moment, then fell on the back of Xia Jing's head.

Intuition is a wonderful thing.

Song Yang inexplicably felt that this young man wearing a human skin mask should not be weak.

That's why he didn't interrupt much just now.

Teacher Zhang put down the lecture notes heavily, and with a "boom", he stretched out his hands and put them on the podium, and said in a serious tone: "This morning, a classmate died."

With the opening remark, a needle can be heard in the classroom.

"Student Huang Mohuang, I believe you all know each other! Many students have seen what happened this morning!" Teacher Zhang's voice was a little sharp, and she said angrily, "I have said many times, as students, as long as you Just concentrate on studying and put all your mind into studying!"

"Other things, don't listen to them, don't look at them, let alone think about them!"

The eight people below immediately pricked up their ears.

Don't think about it!

Xia Jing was thoughtful.

The subject of the dungeon appears here.

Teacher Zhang patted the podium and shouted: "If you can't do this, you will end up like Huang Mo! Do you want to be like him?!"

In the corner, Liu Yi clenched his teeth tightly, and managed not to make a sound at this moment.

What do you mean if you don't reach this point, you will end up like Huang Mo?

How did Huang Mo die?

After Mr. Zhang said these words, she really is a dungeon monster?

After Teacher Zhang said these words, his cold eyes swept over the eight people again, and Liu Yi, Jin Nan and the others' hearts were about to jump out of their throats.

And Teacher Zhang suddenly leaned down at a ninety-degree angle, like a lion smelling the scent of prey, and suddenly crawled to the ground, and like a huge bug, lying on the podium——

Xu Jin and Wang Yueran were so frightened that they let out a low voice.

Sitting in the first row, Xia Jing, who was nervously protected by the grandmother, looked at Teacher Zhang, who was close at hand, with a calm expression.

Teacher Zhang's face was so close that Xia Jing could almost clearly feel the cold breath of the person in front of him who didn't know whether it was an NPC or a monster, and saw the white teeth of the other person's mouth opening and closing.

Teacher Zhang stared at Xia Jing, and said sadly, "Student Xia, what were you thinking just now?"

In the middle row, just in case, Song Yang took out a dagger from the interspatial bag and silently watched the situation ahead.

Beside Xia Jing, the old lady wanted to stand up and stand in front of Xia Jing.

A slender hand lightly pushed the old lady back.

Xia Jing's rough voice sounded in the classroom, unhurriedly: "Report to the teacher, I was just thinking about how classmate Huang died."

There was a few seconds of silence in the classroom.

Then there were several gasps.

Teacher Zhang's eyes were even more serious, and her eyeballs were about to come out of their sockets. She said in a cold tone, "Didn't I just tell you... don't you want to think about it?"

The last few words were almost gnashed.

In the last row, Jin Nan looked at Xia Jing in the same way as he looked at a fool looking for death.

The others were also so frightened that they almost jumped up from their seats—is it really okay to provoke the monster so bluntly?

Monsters are meant to be killed, but wouldn't it be great if you accidentally light up the berserk state? !

Different from their nervousness, Xia Jing looked at Teacher Zhang's appearance for a while, smiled lightly, and said something light and soft, even a little soft: "But teacher, you didn't say no to asking."

Teacher Zhang:"……"

Several others: "..."

The logic of this "but" seems a bit wrong, but it is hard to refute for a while!

Teacher Zhang was obviously choked too, and he didn't speak for a second.

Xia Jing kindly reminded: "Teacher, 5 minutes have passed since the class time. Calm down and get to the point."

Others: Are you the school leader?You still have the mood to remind the monster to cool down and get down to business? ?

Teacher Zhang's face was distorted by Xia Jing's choking.

Her chest rose and fell, obviously emotionally agitated, but she stared at Xia Jing for a while, under Xia Jing's always calm gaze, her... eyelids twitched, unwillingly avoiding her eyes.

Straightened up, picked up the handouts, Teacher Zhang cleared his throat uncomfortably, and said coldly: "...Okay, let's start class, but I have to remind you again seriously, whether it's about classmate Huang today or anything else. Don't listen to it, don't look at it, don't think about it!"

"Ms. Zhang is not a monster." Song Yang said softly in the middle row.

Jia Qing was stunned when he heard this sentence: "What? How should I say it?"

In the first row, Xia Jing tapped on the table with his pen.

The dungeon monsters are ever-changing and will be superimposed with various camouflages, but most of the dungeon monsters have two very obvious characteristics.

One is mutation.

The second is to kill people.

The so-called killing means that when the prey is sent to them and a certain stimulus is given, the dungeon monster will definitely kill.

But Xia Jing has achieved this level, and Teacher Zhang still doesn't show anything, which is enough to prove that Teacher Zhang is not a monster in this dungeon.

Xia Jing propped his chin with his hand, and slowly opened the textbook on the table.

A dungeon may have only one monster, or there may be a main monster and numerous sub-monsters.

Xia Jing hoped that the more monsters, the better, so that the harvest would be greater.

But Mr. Zhang is not even a vice monster.

……Pity.

With his back turned to him, the female teacher npc who was lecturing loudly shivered inexplicably.

A group of players actually listened to a classical Chinese class, and when the class was over, their heads were already dizzy.

"Fuck, I finally graduated from high school and went to college, and I have to replay "Teacher List" in a horror game," Jia Qing scratched his head and complained, "Brother Yang, do we really have to do the homework assigned? If you don’t do your homework in the campus dungeon, will you be locked up in a dark room?!”

Song Yang ignored him, but frowned and looked around.

It was also at this time that Jia Qing realized that after class, the whole classroom instantly became noisy, and more than 50 students started chatting almost at the same time.

In just a short while, the students in the front row and on the left and right have all turned to face them, and their youthful faces are curious and gossiping to them:

"Hey, did you see Huang Mo this morning?"

"Is he really dead?"

"It's terrible, how did he die, was it painful?"

"What does it look like when a person dies? Is there a rigor or a corpse spot?"

……

In the first row, several classmates behind Xia Jing and the old lady got up and leaned into their ears, chattering and discussing.

Wang Yueran and Xu Jin were gossiped by two female students holding their arms.

And Liu Yi, Jin Nan...

The whole classroom is like a pot of boiling soup.

"I didn't expect Huang Mo to die suddenly!"

"How did he die, does anyone know?"

"Someone said he was still crying when he died. Is it true?"

"Did he die in the middle of the night, or in the morning?"

——Suddenly, there was a harsh sound from the radio in the upper left corner of the classroom, and a rough male voice shouted: "Focus on studying, don't listen, don't watch, don't think!!"

There was a moment of silence in the classroom.

More than fifty students froze there like a robot whose pause button was pressed.

This weird collective silence made Jin Nan and the others feel goosebumps.

But in the next second, as if they didn't receive any extra instructions, all the students started discussing lively again.

In the middle row, Xu Jin, a girl with big eyes, always felt flustered. She said weakly to a male classmate, "... Didn't the teacher stop you from thinking about classmate Huang..."

The male student paused when he heard this sentence.

Immediately, he smiled strangely: "But the teacher didn't forbid us to say it!"

Xu Jin and Wang Yueran had a cold war together, and they looked at each other.

By the time the class resumed, several players felt that they were about to have a psychological concussion from being bombarded with noise for 15 minutes.

And these 15 minutes are also full of information.

When people receive information—especially information that is closely related to themselves, they inevitably start to think.

It's almost instinctive.

Jia Qing was silent for a long time, then lowered his voice and said to Song Yang: "Brother Yang...do you think we should listen to that Teacher Zhang?"

Don't listen, don't look, don't think.

This sentence uttered by the female teacher and the campus radio is very similar to a dungeon rule.

When Song Yang heard his question, he answered softly: "What are you not allowed to hear, what are you not allowed to see, what are you not allowed to think? Unless we plug our ears and blindfold our eyes, we cannot stop receiving information. Then, we And how do we stop our brain activity? The sign of being alive is thinking, wanting us not to—”

Song Yang's voice was full of coldness: "Unless the person is already dead."

Jia Qing trembled.

Therefore, "don't listen, don't look, don't think", this is almost an impossible sentence.

Jia Qing swallowed, and before he knew it, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Song Yang suddenly smiled lazily, and said: "So, in this dungeon, what we should consider is what can be seen and what cannot be seen, what can be heard and what cannot be heard - what can be thought and what cannot be thought .”

In the front row, Xia Jing lowered his eyes, writing and drawing in his notebook.

The last thing they want to think about in this dungeon may be the most dangerous thing, and at the same time, it may also be the key to passing this dungeon.

At noon, eight players gathered in the cafeteria.

They didn't eat breakfast, they were already hungry, no matter how they lost their appetite, they had to eat something to replenish their energy.

While stuffing his rice, Jin Nan emphasized: "Don't believe the nonsense that the npc said. It is best for all players to stay in each dungeon. Everyone should not clear the level. This dungeon must be the same! If we really don't go to anything Think, then how do we find the monster, how do we leave the instance?!"

Although Wang Yueran hated impolite guys like Jin Nan the most, he had to admit that his words were right at this time.

Liu Yi hesitated and said: "However, it is impossible for the dungeon to regard 'don't think about it' as the key to hindering players from clearing the level."

If the dungeon feels that just saying "don't think about it" can scare the player to stop thinking, then all dungeons can come with a sentence of "don't think about it".

But the reality is that they only encountered this situation in this dungeon.

So "thinking" must have some special meaning in this instance.

Jin Nan sneered disdainfully, and said: "Did you hear what the students discussed at the end of class just now? What I heard is that there are often accidents in this school, and more than one student died. The teacher told all the students not to Listen to it, look at it and think about it, it must be to suppress the matter, otherwise the matter will become a big problem, and the school will be over?"

"Don't listen, don't look, don't think about it, this is not a dungeon rule at all, but a sign of guilt in this school," Jin Nan squinted and said, "There is something wrong with this school, so many students died, the monster must be Among the teachers. Huang Mo must have accidentally learned some secrets when he entered the dungeon, so he was killed by monsters!"

After his words fell, several others were thinking secretly.

Little Glasses Liu Yi hesitated for a moment, and summoned up his courage to say: "Although I think the phrase 'don't think about it' is not that simple... But it is true that we will not get the answer if we don't think about it. And I still care about Huang Mo death... So, can you please exchange the information you have obtained with each other?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"That's right!" Jin Nan leaned on the back of the chair, crossing Erlang's legs proudly, "What do you think, Song Yang?"

Xia Jing looked at the handsome man who had never spoken, and felt more and more interesting in his heart.

The person who does nothing but gathers the most fire is often the one who attracts the most attention.

Xia Jing picked out a coriander and put it in his mouth to taste it.

It seems that he should be a highly ranked person.

Song Yang glanced at Jin Nan and lazily said, "I have no objection."

Ideas agree.

Everyone pushed the finished plates aside.

Wang Yueran and Xu Jin were the first to provide the information they heard: "We heard that 'Huang Mo' has a bad relationship with the teachers...especially the head teacher, the female teacher npc in the first class, who took His parents called him to the school."

Jia Qing: "What Brother Yang and I heard is that 'Huang Mo' doesn't seem to have any particularly good friends, and he's not close to anyone."

Speaking of this, Jia Qing scratched his head: "Why do you feel like this dungeon is like a mystery novel while chatting?"

Xia Jing suddenly turned around and asked Liu Yi: "Did you and Huang Mo know each other since childhood?"

Liu Yi recovered, nodded, and said in a low voice, "We are Fa Xiao."

Xia Jing asked him seriously: "Is what they said just now an experience that Huang Mo has had in reality?"

Liu Yi froze for a moment, then nodded again hesitantly: "...the two points of being often called parents and having a bad relationship with classmates seem to be similar, but the rest are completely different."

Song Yang was thoughtful.

Of course, the world constructed by the copy is a false world, and it is a terrifying world full of malicious intent.

However, is it a coincidence that Huang Mo has two similarities between his identity in reality and in the dungeon, or is it intentional in the dungeon?

After Xia Jing asked Liu Yi these two questions, he didn't say anything. He just thought for a moment and said, "The messages my grandma and I received are similar to yours. In addition, Huang Mo told the boy in the dormitory that last night Huang Mo's cell phone It rang twice."

"Last night?" Song Yang keenly captured these four words.

If Huang Mo's "past" in this dungeon is all information given by the dungeon, then what happened "last night" is just a message?

This time point is too close, a little subtle.

"Yes, last night," Xia Jing analyzed calmly, "Maybe the game officially started last night, and Huang Mo was the first one among us to wake up. It's also possible that the game officially started this morning." Everything related to 'Last Night' is still 'Summary'. As for the mobile phone, before the teachers broke in this morning, I clicked it, and it was turned off, and the battery should have been exhausted."

Hearing this, everyone was still at a loss.

The whole horror game looks like a reasoning game, and this is the first time they have met.

Is this really normal?Or are they going in the wrong direction?

Speaking of this, Jin Nan sat upright and grinned.

Obviously, the message he got was different from everyone else.

He pointed at the dining table like a Joe, and said slowly: "Aside from the secrets of this campus, the other thing I heard about Huang Mo is—"

"The roommate on the opposite bed woke up in the middle of the night last night. When he woke up, he found that Huang Mo was sitting upright on the bed without making a sound, and turned to stare at him."

As soon as this sentence came out, there was an instant silence at the table.

Jia Qing, Wang Yueran, Xu Jin, and Liu Yi were all stunned.

The old woman "hissed".

Song Yang and Xia Jing remained calm.

Jin Nan smiled viciously: "In the middle of the night, the lights were not turned on, how did he find out that Huang Mo was staring at him?"

"According to him, Huang Mo's eyes are originally black and white. At night, I don't know if it's the blessing of the light outside the window. His two eyes are like two big light bulbs."

"Scared him, pulled up the quilt and blocked his head, but he felt that Huang Mo should stare at him for a long time."