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For a while, the dining table was quiet, and the rest of the people stared at Jin Nan, and the atmosphere became chilly for no reason.

"Ka...Ka!" The loudspeaker in the cafeteria suddenly sounded, startling several people.

"—Students, students! Concentrate on studying, don't listen, don't look, don't think!!"

The rough and hoarse male voice was exactly the same as the voice that came out of the loudspeaker during recess.

But there is one thing to say, and the number of times it is emphasized, this broadcast can't play the role of reminder and admonition at all.

The demonic loud voice poured into the head, but it seemed to be poisonous. After a moment of blank mind, I couldn't help but start thinking more.

Xia Jing raised his head, turned around, and found that there was a radio speaker in each of the four corners of the cafeteria.

No wonder the voice was so much louder than in the classroom.

Jia Qing came back to his senses and hugged his head: "Fuck, what the hell, it's going to be supernatural, it's not a mystery novel at all! What do you mean by staring at him in the middle of the night, Huang Mo has been possessed by a ghost?"

Wang Yueran's face turned pale: "I'd rather fight Godzilla than a supernatural dungeon!!"

Liu Yi and Xu Jin's expressions were not very good-looking, especially Xu Jin, she didn't know what she thought of, and her expression was extremely disturbed.

Jin Nan laughed very badly, as if he thought it was very funny.

The old lady hurriedly comforted the two girls: "The theme of 'don't think about it' sounds like it has nothing to do with the upper body of ghosts. Children, don't be afraid, it shouldn't be like this."

Jin Nan immediately turned cold, and said disdainfully: "Old man, you have only entered a few dungeons, what do you know?"

At this time, Xia Jing repeated Jin Nan's words in his slightly chuckling voice.

"Huang Mo's eyes are black and white. At night, they look like light bulbs?"

Jin Nan glanced at Xia Jing, narrowed his eyes and said, "Why, fat man, do you have something to say?"

Song Yang leaned on the back of the chair, and said slowly: "Even if a person is possessed by a ghost, they will not suddenly change. The eyes will turn into light bulbs. This is just embellishment. Is there any point in repeating it purely to increase the horror effect? ?”

When Song Yang said this, the other people froze for a moment before realizing it.

Jin Nan curled his lips and snorted coldly.

——This guy dare to scare them on purpose! !

Immediately, several angry eyes gathered on Jin Nan.

The latter was completely dismantled, and simply drank Coke in a broken can, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Jia Qing gritted his teeth, resisting the desire to hit someone, and said in a low voice, "But brother Yang, what's the point of staring at people in the middle of the night?"

Song Yang opened his mouth, wanted to answer, but stopped again, for some reason, he glanced at Xia Jing.

Xia Jing received his gaze, tasted it silently, and raised his eyebrows.

Jia Qing looked at the two of them in bewilderment, what they were doing, how they were flirting!

Xia Jing's index finger and thumb twirled lightly.

He chuckled, adjusted his sitting posture, and said, "First of all, we still need to determine the time when the copy will actually start."

Everyone looked at him.

The young man...couldn't bear to look straight at his face—of course, most of the people present who knew the existence of the "safe house" had already noticed the small human face mark on the back of the young man's neck, and knew that this face was probably a mask, and deliberately Making the mask like this is somewhat wicked.

——But the young man has a slender figure, a straight back, a clean demeanor, and always speaks in a gentle tone, which inexplicably makes people calm down and listen to him.

Xia Jing said calmly: "The way this dungeon started is very subtle. We woke up directly from our sleep, and it is difficult to determine when the dungeon really started. But the player's death can only be experienced by themselves, which is eternal The copy principle can help us sort out the clues."

"The time of Huang Mo's death - at that time, the dungeon must have started to work."

"So assuming that Huang Mo died this morning, then we can only be sure that at that point in the morning, the dungeon has started running, but we don't have any evidence to prove that the dungeon started in the middle of the night. Mr. Jin just reported that it happened in the middle of the night The situation, most likely the same as the phone that rang twice in a row, is just a 'previous story'. It may or may not be related to the copy, it is just a distraction."

"But assuming that Huang Mo died just in the middle of the night last night, after he made the act of sitting up—then, the act of sitting up could never be a disturbance item. Mo, is the player himself, that is to say, at that point in time, he must have encountered something."

And in the middle of the night, what happened to Huang Mo that he suddenly woke up on the bed in the dormitory, sat up and stared at his roommate, and then died again?

Was it the phone that rang twice that woke him up?

Did someone call him in the middle of the night?Who will it be?monster?

It's a pity that everything happened too quickly in the morning. After they were kicked out of the dormitory, the mobile phone must have been confiscated by the npc.

What's more, at that time, the npc made a clear request that they were not allowed to take anything away. If they disobeyed, they would most likely be locked up in a small dark room after a conflict.

Xia Jing said slowly: "Only by clarifying this point can we pick out the really effective clues and think about it."

In order to figure out which threads are valid threads, it is necessary to figure out when the replica actually started running.

And in order to find out when the dungeon started, they had to figure out when Huang Mo died.

That's the whole train of thought.

Everyone swallowed their saliva and thought about it, feeling weird and confused.

Xia Jing turned his eyes, and asked with a slight smile: "What do you think of my answer, brother?"

Song Yang: "..."

The young man's rough voice slowly chewed out the word "Brother Yang", and Song Yang inexplicably felt itchy all over his body.

He adjusted his sitting posture uncomfortably, cleared his throat, and asked seemingly casually, "Have you been playing between one-star and two-star dungeons before?"

"How to say?" Xia Jing glanced at him.

Song Yang was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to organize his words, and finally said bluntly: "You match my brain waves quite well."

He has not had much communication with this young man so far, but whether it is the young man's move to test the female teacher in the morning, or the conversations just now, the thinking of this young man named Xia Jing seems to be closely aligned with his.

It feels so smooth and amazing.

This young man's calm and sophisticated appearance doesn't look like he's only in one-star and two-star dungeons, but he deliberately wore a human skin mask to do the actions in the dungeon—it might be that Song Yang was too sensitive, and he couldn't help but wonder if Xia Jing would be the one with the highest points. One of several, "Xia Jing" is just a fake name.

He couldn't say he was familiar with those few, but he had met each other.

If it was one of them...

At this time, the other party knew his identity, but he didn't know who the other party was, which slightly made Song Yang uncomfortable.

But thinking about it carefully, he felt that even those few people didn't seem to be in harmony with his brain waves to this extent.

Song Yang stared at Xia Jing inquisitively.

After hearing Song Yang's words, Xia Jing only showed a very surprised expression, and then said sincerely: "Thank you for the compliment."

Song Yang: "..."

That's it?

Xia Jing turned his head away, as if he was listening carefully to the speeches of other players, but on that side of his face, the corners of his lips became more and more curved.

——Are you kidding him?

Song Yang black line.

Then, he straightened his face and said to several people: "Everyone has a mobile phone in their belongings, right?"

Hearing what he said, the group stopped chattering and nodded quickly.

The laws of each dungeon world are different.

In some dungeons, players can even bring in the small holographic screen of Smiley Face City.

Of course, this dungeon does not have this permission rule, but when every player woke up, he found a mobile phone in his trouser pocket.

Song Yang: "I turned on my phone in the morning and checked, but there is no contact in my phone's address book."

The rest of the people nodded quickly, obviously their situation was the same.

Song Yang said clearly: "But since the mobile phone is given, it provides us with a communication method, and who are the people we can contact?"

After a few people thought about it, Xu Jin's eyes lit up, and he said, "...the home-school contact book!"

Song Yang nodded.

It is impossible for them to directly call 110 in this dungeon world. In the campus dungeon, the most likely external contact method in the school is the home-school contact book registered by the school.

"We have to find out when and how the player died. The teachers and students in the school are hopeless, but our 'parents' may be one of the channels for us to get clues. Now is lunch break, we can take advantage of This is an opportunity to go to the office and find a way to get the home-school contact book."

However, although Teacher Zhang was ruled out as a monster, no one can guarantee whether the monster will be another teacher.

Thinking that going to the office means facing danger, the group of people hesitated again - after all, they couldn't let Song Yang go to the office alone, no matter what, they had to act together.

As Song Yang's friend, Jia Qing was the first to raise his hand, even though he was afraid, "Brother Yang, I'll go with you!"

Liu Yi gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go with you too. It's safer to have more people."

Jin Nan rolled his eyes and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Song Yang interrupted him before he could speak.

Song Yang nodded, and said to the others neatly: "Then you guys take this time to walk around the school, learn about the terrain, and see if there are any other clues, is that okay?"

Wang Yueran, Xu Jin and the others nodded quickly.

Jin Nan secretly clenched his fists.

The plan to split up was decided, but at this moment, Xia Jing suddenly grabbed the wrist of a passing student NPC, his bold move startled everyone.

The student npc was so frightened that he almost knocked over the dinner plate in his hand.

Xia Jing himself had a friendly smile on his face, and asked, "Excuse me, how can I get to the campus broadcasting room?"

As soon as he said this, everyone was startled.

It was also Xia Jing's question, Song Yang recalled that just now also left a place of doubt in his heart.

——The source of that demonic, gruff male voice that sounds like a warning, but actually makes people pay more attention and it is easier to "think about it".

Campus radio room.

Thinking of this, the faces of several people changed one by one, and they became nervous.

—By the way, that voice is weird!

The owner of that voice is also very likely to be a monster!