Chapter 172 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School () "Aboriginal Witchcraft"
The players finished their breakfast one after another and went to the sink to wash the dishes and put them back in their original places.
Jiang Junjue stopped paying attention to Zhang Yiyu, who was still crying. She walked to the center of the crowd and said with half-squinted eyes: "The main mission is to kill Ms. Medina. Now you might as well tell me if you have any props on your body that can greatly enhance your strength. Yes, even a small one is fine.”
The meaning of these words is very clear. No matter how unwilling the players are to face it, they must start to consider taking action against Ms. Medina. People may die while completing the main mission, but if you don't complete the mission, there is a high probability that you will die until only the last one is left.
"No matter how powerful a weapon is, it's hard to say it's useful. If the main NPC is so easy to kill, how can those weapons in the mall be sold out?" Chen Lidong sneered, "Taking a step back, who dares to attack her first? Who dares to do it? Leng Tou Qing won’t survive until now.”
Jiang Junjue lit another cigarette, took a sip, and smacked his lips: "If it doesn't work out, let's go together then... Well, I just said it casually. To be honest, if I hadn't been able to find a few useful clues until now, I I don’t think this is a dungeon that needs to be fought and killed..."
His voice stopped suddenly, his expression suddenly became serious, and he threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and stepped on it directly on the sole of his shoe.
The players followed his line of sight and saw Ms. Medina, dressed in black gauze, standing silently at the door, a pair of small gray eyes staring at everyone gloomily.
"11, 25, 41." She reported three numbers.
The faces of three players in the crowd suddenly turned pale, one froze in place, and the other two kept lowering their heads, almost hoping to check the numbers on their chests, as if they could see something if they just took a few more glances. Same numbers come.
However, the next second, he was frozen in place like a sculpture. The flesh on the top of his head cracked open like a huge eye. More than a dozen yellow butterflies fluttered out of the blood vessels and flew out again in an instant. Death, falling to the ground.
The previously discussed plan of "cooperating to kill Ms. Medina" came to nothing. To attack her first would be to lose one's life. No one was willing to test the NPC's strength with their own lives.
After a full minute, there was gradually a more obvious sound of breathing in the air.
It seemed that the adrenaline generated while running brought him courage. He still had time to give the woman a reassuring smile: "Lucy, I'll kill that old woman right now!"
He always felt that Ms. Medina's performance was very contradictory. She could kill a player lightly, but she didn't seem to hate children.
A struggle flashed across the black man's face, and at the moment when the white woman was about to cross the threshold, he finally yelled, picked up a black mace and rushed towards Ms. Medina.
Ms. Medina's cold eyes glanced at them one by one, and two seconds later she coldly uttered a sentence: "You three go to the solitary room by yourselves."
Chen Lidong looked at the body that was already covered with yellow flowers, and shouted at Jiang Junjue: "This NPC is indeed unkillable. We together may not be able to beat her..."
More and more eyes opened on his body and spit out tens of thousands of yellow flowers, which were densely covered all over his body without leaving a single gap. He stood motionless, gradually losing his human form and becoming a pile of corpses of flowers and butterflies.
"Gather in the classroom before ten o'clock." Medina said a word and followed the three players without looking back, like a jailer escorting prisoners.
The tender green vines as thick as a little finger followed closely behind, and the moment they broke through the flesh, they bloomed into small goose-yellow flowers. One after another, they piled up on the surface of his body, and soon hung down from the top of his head to the side of his face, sealing his entire head.
And from beginning to end, he didn't make any sound, as silent as a lizard drowned in the deep sea.
The main mission is clearly hanging on the system interface, and it seems impossible to complete without new clues. In comparison, the guaranteed death toll mechanism seems to be the most realistic option...
The three players seemed to have their limbs controlled by invisible forces for an instant, and they walked straight towards the entrance of the cafeteria, just like the player who died on the first day.
The players were all shocked by the tragic death of their companions. They looked at the scene with their eyes, nose, nose, and heart, and did not even dare to express their anger.
The white woman called "Lucy" witnessed all this with only a blank look in her eyes. Together with the other two players, she was controlled to walk out of the door and disappeared into the corner wall.
It is more like an attitude towards small animals in captivity. If they are not obedient, they will be punished or killed. If they are obedient, they will be left to fend for themselves.
Jiang Junjue suddenly said: "They entered the office last night without knocking on the door."
One of the white women turned her head and looked at a tall black man not far away with pleading eyes. Her lips were trembling and she didn't know what she wanted to express, but she couldn't pronounce a single sound.
Qisi looked at the backs of the three NPCs and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He moved his feet and picked up the cigarette on the ground that he had only taken a puff of. He seemed a little reluctant to let it go: "The rules say that you should always respect the teacher and knock on the door before entering the office. They probably thought that there was no one inside, so they didn't have to abide by it. , but in this damn copy, if there seems to be no one, does that really mean there is no one?"
A player wearing glasses asked suspiciously: "How do you know they didn't knock on the door?"
"I saw it." Jiang Junjue finally threw the cigarette on the ground again, "I also went to the office last night. I entered first and knocked on the door out of habit. They followed me and didn't knock at that time. I thought It's nothing, so I didn't remind them." Before other players could raise questions, he continued: "I have some clues about the nursery rhyme yesterday. After a person dies, yellow flowers and yellow butterflies will grow on the body. After a while, these It will all turn into dirt and attract so-called 'good kids' to eat it."
He undoubtedly incorporated the misleading information provided by Zhang Yiyu into his reasoning. In the absence of clues, the erroneous puzzle pieces that are both plausible and closely related can easily be applied in the analysis in a hasty manner.
Qisi knew that Jiang Junjue was not as kind as he appeared. He did not remind other players to knock on the door and encourage them to attack Ms. Medina. He may not have had the intention of letting people test the death point.
As for him stating the untenable inference at this moment, maybe it is also misleading - who knows?
Chen Lidong asked coldly: "You said you went to the office last night, so you shouldn't have found nothing, right?"
"I found it, of course." Jiang Junjue turned around and walked towards the door of the cafeteria, "But there is a lot of content. After I copied it down last night, I found a place to hide it. If you are interested, follow me back to the third floor. .”
He walked to the door, as if he remembered something, and turned around and said: "There seem to be classrooms on the second and fourth floors. Ms. Medina asked us to gather in the classroom before ten o'clock. You'd better check it out in advance. By then, Don’t make the mistake.”
Several players followed Jiang Junjue without leaving a trace, eager to know what the clues in the office were.
Ziss kept his NPC identity in mind and reminded him from the side: "Ms. Medina will divide the classrooms according to numbers. Please be careful not to go wrong, otherwise Ms. Medina will be angry."
After finishing his nonsense, he passed Jiang Junjue and went upstairs without showing any interest in the clues. He seemed to be just an NPC who couldn't understand the conversation of the players.
Jiang Junjue looked at the back of the "young man's" head as he walked away and narrowed his eyes.
Was his suspicion wrong?
Thinking about it, this "young man" obviously looks like an aborigine, is very familiar with Ms. Medina, and has provided many effective clues. There is no way he could be a player pretending to be someone.
Even if it's really a player, it's okay. He gives up the opportunity to obtain clues in order not to be suspected. He is just a young boy who cares about his head and body...
"Jiang... Boss Jiang, can I go upstairs with you?" Zhang Yiyu came to Jiang Junjue's side at some point and said pitifully, "I feel that this copy seems to be related to language and characters. I am majoring in Chinese language and literature. Maybe it can help..."
"No problem, thank you in advance!" Jiang Junjue agreed readily.
After seeing the girl's red and swollen eyes, he blamed himself and said: "I promised to take care of you, but this happened. Oh, I'm so sorry..."
Zhang Yiyu sniffed and kept shaking her head: "It's okay, thank you for being willing to take me!"
……
Qisi went up to the second floor, entered the dark classroom one by one, groped through every desk, and finally found a desk with a "47" scratch on the corner.
He sat down on the worn-out chair next to him, called up Zhang Yiyu's soul blade in the void, and held it in his hand.
After turning Qijia Village into a ghost land, the strong evil stimulated the growth of contract authority, and his control over the soul leaves further strengthened.
This enhancement manifests itself in reality as the ability to see the movements of the souls of one's subordinates; in the dungeon, it manifests as the ability to transmit information more conveniently and meticulously.
Not long ago, he silently ordered Zhang Yiyu through the soul blade: "Follow Jiang Junjue and tell me the clues he found in the office."
At this moment, when he held the soul blade, a rectangular frame was outlined by golden vines in the black palace of thought, and a yellowing picture appeared inside.
He watched the players marching upstairs, watched them stop outside the dormitory door, watched Jiang Junjue put paper on the wall, and wrote lines of messy text...
It was clearly a series of letters.
One party is Ms. Medina, and the other party is a director of the Aboriginal Love Foundation.
The director seemed to have a disagreement with Mr. Tolson who appeared in the previous records, so he bypassed him and directly issued orders to Ms. Medina, and there were many verbal frictions.
One of the most striking phrases in the letter is -
Aboriginal witchcraft.
(End of this chapter)
The players finished their breakfast one after another and went to the sink to wash the dishes and put them back in their original places.
Jiang Junjue stopped paying attention to Zhang Yiyu, who was still crying. She walked to the center of the crowd and said with half-squinted eyes: "The main mission is to kill Ms. Medina. Now you might as well tell me if you have any props on your body that can greatly enhance your strength. Yes, even a small one is fine.”
The meaning of these words is very clear. No matter how unwilling the players are to face it, they must start to consider taking action against Ms. Medina. People may die while completing the main mission, but if you don't complete the mission, there is a high probability that you will die until only the last one is left.
"No matter how powerful a weapon is, it's hard to say it's useful. If the main NPC is so easy to kill, how can those weapons in the mall be sold out?" Chen Lidong sneered, "Taking a step back, who dares to attack her first? Who dares to do it? Leng Tou Qing won’t survive until now.”
Jiang Junjue lit another cigarette, took a sip, and smacked his lips: "If it doesn't work out, let's go together then... Well, I just said it casually. To be honest, if I hadn't been able to find a few useful clues until now, I I don’t think this is a dungeon that needs to be fought and killed..."
His voice stopped suddenly, his expression suddenly became serious, and he threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and stepped on it directly on the sole of his shoe.
The players followed his line of sight and saw Ms. Medina, dressed in black gauze, standing silently at the door, a pair of small gray eyes staring at everyone gloomily.
"11, 25, 41." She reported three numbers.
The faces of three players in the crowd suddenly turned pale, one froze in place, and the other two kept lowering their heads, almost hoping to check the numbers on their chests, as if they could see something if they just took a few more glances. Same numbers come.
However, the next second, he was frozen in place like a sculpture. The flesh on the top of his head cracked open like a huge eye. More than a dozen yellow butterflies fluttered out of the blood vessels and flew out again in an instant. Death, falling to the ground.
The previously discussed plan of "cooperating to kill Ms. Medina" came to nothing. To attack her first would be to lose one's life. No one was willing to test the NPC's strength with their own lives.
After a full minute, there was gradually a more obvious sound of breathing in the air.
It seemed that the adrenaline generated while running brought him courage. He still had time to give the woman a reassuring smile: "Lucy, I'll kill that old woman right now!"
He always felt that Ms. Medina's performance was very contradictory. She could kill a player lightly, but she didn't seem to hate children.
A struggle flashed across the black man's face, and at the moment when the white woman was about to cross the threshold, he finally yelled, picked up a black mace and rushed towards Ms. Medina.
Ms. Medina's cold eyes glanced at them one by one, and two seconds later she coldly uttered a sentence: "You three go to the solitary room by yourselves."
Chen Lidong looked at the body that was already covered with yellow flowers, and shouted at Jiang Junjue: "This NPC is indeed unkillable. We together may not be able to beat her..."
More and more eyes opened on his body and spit out tens of thousands of yellow flowers, which were densely covered all over his body without leaving a single gap. He stood motionless, gradually losing his human form and becoming a pile of corpses of flowers and butterflies.
"Gather in the classroom before ten o'clock." Medina said a word and followed the three players without looking back, like a jailer escorting prisoners.
The tender green vines as thick as a little finger followed closely behind, and the moment they broke through the flesh, they bloomed into small goose-yellow flowers. One after another, they piled up on the surface of his body, and soon hung down from the top of his head to the side of his face, sealing his entire head.
And from beginning to end, he didn't make any sound, as silent as a lizard drowned in the deep sea.
The main mission is clearly hanging on the system interface, and it seems impossible to complete without new clues. In comparison, the guaranteed death toll mechanism seems to be the most realistic option...
The three players seemed to have their limbs controlled by invisible forces for an instant, and they walked straight towards the entrance of the cafeteria, just like the player who died on the first day.
The players were all shocked by the tragic death of their companions. They looked at the scene with their eyes, nose, nose, and heart, and did not even dare to express their anger.
The white woman called "Lucy" witnessed all this with only a blank look in her eyes. Together with the other two players, she was controlled to walk out of the door and disappeared into the corner wall.
It is more like an attitude towards small animals in captivity. If they are not obedient, they will be punished or killed. If they are obedient, they will be left to fend for themselves.
Jiang Junjue suddenly said: "They entered the office last night without knocking on the door."
One of the white women turned her head and looked at a tall black man not far away with pleading eyes. Her lips were trembling and she didn't know what she wanted to express, but she couldn't pronounce a single sound.
Qisi looked at the backs of the three NPCs and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He moved his feet and picked up the cigarette on the ground that he had only taken a puff of. He seemed a little reluctant to let it go: "The rules say that you should always respect the teacher and knock on the door before entering the office. They probably thought that there was no one inside, so they didn't have to abide by it. , but in this damn copy, if there seems to be no one, does that really mean there is no one?"
A player wearing glasses asked suspiciously: "How do you know they didn't knock on the door?"
"I saw it." Jiang Junjue finally threw the cigarette on the ground again, "I also went to the office last night. I entered first and knocked on the door out of habit. They followed me and didn't knock at that time. I thought It's nothing, so I didn't remind them." Before other players could raise questions, he continued: "I have some clues about the nursery rhyme yesterday. After a person dies, yellow flowers and yellow butterflies will grow on the body. After a while, these It will all turn into dirt and attract so-called 'good kids' to eat it."
He undoubtedly incorporated the misleading information provided by Zhang Yiyu into his reasoning. In the absence of clues, the erroneous puzzle pieces that are both plausible and closely related can easily be applied in the analysis in a hasty manner.
Qisi knew that Jiang Junjue was not as kind as he appeared. He did not remind other players to knock on the door and encourage them to attack Ms. Medina. He may not have had the intention of letting people test the death point.
As for him stating the untenable inference at this moment, maybe it is also misleading - who knows?
Chen Lidong asked coldly: "You said you went to the office last night, so you shouldn't have found nothing, right?"
"I found it, of course." Jiang Junjue turned around and walked towards the door of the cafeteria, "But there is a lot of content. After I copied it down last night, I found a place to hide it. If you are interested, follow me back to the third floor. .”
He walked to the door, as if he remembered something, and turned around and said: "There seem to be classrooms on the second and fourth floors. Ms. Medina asked us to gather in the classroom before ten o'clock. You'd better check it out in advance. By then, Don’t make the mistake.”
Several players followed Jiang Junjue without leaving a trace, eager to know what the clues in the office were.
Ziss kept his NPC identity in mind and reminded him from the side: "Ms. Medina will divide the classrooms according to numbers. Please be careful not to go wrong, otherwise Ms. Medina will be angry."
After finishing his nonsense, he passed Jiang Junjue and went upstairs without showing any interest in the clues. He seemed to be just an NPC who couldn't understand the conversation of the players.
Jiang Junjue looked at the back of the "young man's" head as he walked away and narrowed his eyes.
Was his suspicion wrong?
Thinking about it, this "young man" obviously looks like an aborigine, is very familiar with Ms. Medina, and has provided many effective clues. There is no way he could be a player pretending to be someone.
Even if it's really a player, it's okay. He gives up the opportunity to obtain clues in order not to be suspected. He is just a young boy who cares about his head and body...
"Jiang... Boss Jiang, can I go upstairs with you?" Zhang Yiyu came to Jiang Junjue's side at some point and said pitifully, "I feel that this copy seems to be related to language and characters. I am majoring in Chinese language and literature. Maybe it can help..."
"No problem, thank you in advance!" Jiang Junjue agreed readily.
After seeing the girl's red and swollen eyes, he blamed himself and said: "I promised to take care of you, but this happened. Oh, I'm so sorry..."
Zhang Yiyu sniffed and kept shaking her head: "It's okay, thank you for being willing to take me!"
……
Qisi went up to the second floor, entered the dark classroom one by one, groped through every desk, and finally found a desk with a "47" scratch on the corner.
He sat down on the worn-out chair next to him, called up Zhang Yiyu's soul blade in the void, and held it in his hand.
After turning Qijia Village into a ghost land, the strong evil stimulated the growth of contract authority, and his control over the soul leaves further strengthened.
This enhancement manifests itself in reality as the ability to see the movements of the souls of one's subordinates; in the dungeon, it manifests as the ability to transmit information more conveniently and meticulously.
Not long ago, he silently ordered Zhang Yiyu through the soul blade: "Follow Jiang Junjue and tell me the clues he found in the office."
At this moment, when he held the soul blade, a rectangular frame was outlined by golden vines in the black palace of thought, and a yellowing picture appeared inside.
He watched the players marching upstairs, watched them stop outside the dormitory door, watched Jiang Junjue put paper on the wall, and wrote lines of messy text...
It was clearly a series of letters.
One party is Ms. Medina, and the other party is a director of the Aboriginal Love Foundation.
The director seemed to have a disagreement with Mr. Tolson who appeared in the previous records, so he bypassed him and directly issued orders to Ms. Medina, and there were many verbal frictions.
One of the most striking phrases in the letter is -
Aboriginal witchcraft.
(End of this chapter)
