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Chapter 4

study?The corner of Baitang's mouth twitched, completely defeated by this strange world.

"We are students, and we came to school to study." Xu Jiajia looked determined, as if he was saying some irrefutable truth.

"But I don't think it's normal here." Bai Tang whispered in a gentle tone that would not irritate the other party. He carefully observed Xu Jiajia's expression, wondering whether the other party was pretending to be crazy or showing his true feelings.

Sensing Baitang's gaze, Xu Jiajia put away her friendly right hand, and quickly stepped back a few steps: "Don't you come here to study?"

"This is the best school, but you don't want to study here?" Xu Jiajia scratched her hair and shouted hysterically, "I spend so much money every year for you to go to school, is it just to let you eat, drink, have fun and fall in love? , and finally take the bottom one and go home?!"

Things have developed to the present, no matter how dull Baitang is, she can feel that Xu Jiajia is mentally abnormal. If it weren't for the real shadow under the other party's feet, Baitang would have thought that Xu Jiajia was the senior who committed suicide in the women's bathroom due to academic pressure.

The irritable roar echoed in the empty teaching building. Xu Jiajia seemed to have changed completely. She ignored Baitang and yelled "trash", "garbage" and "losing money" in her mouth.

In horror movies, the noisy ones are definitely pig teammates, Baitang moved his left hand, trying to estimate the power of chopping people unconscious with a knife in his hand.

But before Baitang actually hit Xu Jiajia, the other party inexplicably stopped her voice. She quickly squatted down and hugged her head, sobbing tremblingly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"I'm really studying, Dad, don't hit me."

The unknown and messy environment had already wiped out Baitang's few sympathies. After becoming a father in advance and being forced to watch a strange one-man show, he only felt that this world was extraordinarily absurd and boring.

Xu Jiajia still shed tears as if no one else was there, immersed in her own memories like a broken faucet. However, as soon as Baitang standing on the steps moved, she came back from crying sharply— —

"Where are you going?"

"Library," Baitang replied calmly, "Do you want to go together?"

Xu Jiajia's eyes went blank for a moment, as if she was thinking about the feasibility of going to the library, but she finally shook her head and rejected Baitang's proposal: "It's getting dark, I'm going to wait here for class."

After finishing speaking, Xu Jiajia got up and walked towards the steps where she was sitting at first, perhaps she was too hard, her body shook a few times, Baitang reached out to help the other party's arm, in exchange for Xu Jiajia smiled softly.

This smile is undoubtedly touching, but considering the moody character of the other party, Baitang has no intention of admiring this beauty at all. After seeing Xu Jiajia return to the original place and sit down, Baitang pushed open the rusty door and left the place completely. A weird No. [-] teaching building.

The sky outside the teaching building was much darker than ten minutes ago, and the huge campus was empty. Baitang tried his best to identify the blurred handwriting on the road signs, and walked towards the library according to the instructions.

The large white mist outside the wall stopped Baitang from thinking about going out. It was like the worst smog in M ​​City, not only completely covering the world outside the school, but also surrounding the school itself into an isolated island.

The world was silent, and the earthy evening wind gave Baitang a headache. He shook his bracelet, and boredly called out his frightening little housekeeper, Xie Qiao.

——Although there was nothing to talk about with the other party, Baitang just wanted to get Xie Qiao out to eat dirt.

The whole journey was silent. Considering that the mirror world might run out of power, Baitang silently quickened his pace. Fortunately, Building No. 10 was not far from the library. After [-] minutes, Baitang arrived at the destination smoothly.

The building in front of him has five floors, and it looks much more glamorous than the No. [-] teaching building from the outside. Baitang glanced at the five big characters "H Library" in front of the door, and finally knew the name of this school.

The elevator in the library showed that it was still running, but Baitang didn't have the heart to trap himself in an uncontrollable confined space. He carefully wrote down the guide board in the lobby on the first floor, and then went up to the third floor along the safe passage .

"You really don't want to go to Tanning?" Looking at Baitang who was looking for information seriously, Xie Qiao leaned on the bookshelf curiously, "There is not much time, if you don't exchange worlds with Danning, even if you finish the main story at the end, you will be deducted." point."

"In this kind of timed survival game, you can only win if you meet the conditions for leaving."

"But I have no choice." Baitang pulled out a copy of "H University History", and sat down on a fairly clean chair nearby. "Searching blindly will only waste time. Where there is a bathroom, there will be a mirror. This school There are too many mirrors in there, what I want to do is bait Tannin instead of going through all the toilets in University H like a psycho."

Still sober, Xie Qiao nodded at the blind spot of Baitang's line of sight, but even so, his topic did not leave Danning: "But Danning managed to find you, don't you wonder why?"

"The advantage the system gave him." Baitang turned a page of the book nonchalantly. "His arms and body are all injured. If he can't find me for a long time, he will definitely die in the mirror world soon."

"Since the game is based on life and death, the system should be well balanced. It won't make it easy for me to win in the real world."

"Clearly organized," Xie Qiao floated to Baitang's side with a "swish", "So, what is the bait you want to prepare?"

"I haven't figured it out yet," Baitang lifted the book, and the half-cut yellowed newspaper slipped out of the book, "It might be this, the clue to the main mission."

"In 1953, H University was built on the cemetery," Baitang read the title expressionlessly, "Sure enough, there is a cemetery under every school. This plot is really old-fashioned."

In addition to the written records, the newspaper also included a black and white photo of the ribbon-cutting ceremony. Six men in Chinese tunic suits and a man in a long robe were standing in front of the gate of H University, smiling happily, without any hint of gloom.

"Taoist practice? This school is a bit against the materialist worldview," Bai Tang pointed at the man in the robe, "Do you think he looks a bit like Teacher Feng?"

Seemingly amiable but mean, not mentioning the clothes but the appearance, the two people are definitely [-]% similar.

There was no response, Baitang looked up and found that Xie Qiao had wandered around to other bookshelves at some point.

Is it "don't intervene too much in the game process" again?Once Baitang was exposed to the sun, he turned his gaze back to the newspaper indifferently.

Forget it, anyway, he didn't really intend to count on Xie Qiao.

In this game, the only person he can fully trust is himself.

According to the newspaper, the scale of rituals required to save a natural cemetery is too large, and the leaders of H University dare not openly promote feudal superstition, so when the ground was finally built, H University just secretly hired people to do it for the purpose of warding off evil spirits. done legal affairs.

Regardless of whether it was due to the Taoist priest or not, in short, nothing strange happened to University H in the next few decades. It was like the most ordinary university. One of the famous universities.

But now there are students missing in H University one after another. Baitang flips through the school history in his hand. Is the recorder whitewashing the peace, or is there something that broke the balance of the two worlds?

The not-so-thick school history didn't bring Baitang the answer he wanted. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his sore and swollen neck, planning to go to the newspaper section again.

But the moment Baitang was about to get up, a few books suddenly fell from the sky, and they were piled lightly and quietly by his hand.

Feng shui yin and yang, gun theory, fighting skills, Baitang quickly found out the key words on the cover of several books, and then looked at Xie Qiao puzzled.

"You are too weak, if you don't hurry up to make up lessons, any world will be dangerous to you."

Baitang pushed the book aside disapprovingly: "On paper and improvisation, these two words sound very unreliable."

"It's up to you whether you want to see it or not," Xie Qiao waved his hand, turning it into a stream of data and returning it to the bracelet, "After all, you are the host."

It's useless to lose your temper, Baitang turned the ring on his wrist to keep the temperature low, and there were less than twenty hours left to escape, leaving him little time to get out of the predicament.

The content mentioned in that old newspaper is completely unrecorded in the "History of Colonel H". In the real world, people come and go with many rules. faster than him.

If this game called Killer is really fair, then there must be a way to locate tannins in the mirror world, and even force the other party to exchange them.

——As long as he can find the most critical key.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Baitang, who was immersed in the world of books, did not notice the change of the surrounding environment. It was not until the bracelet on his wrist began to vibrate weakly that he realized that he had read all the related books unknowingly. data of.

——Including the few books that Xie Qiao helped him choose.

Maybe Xu Jiajia was right, Baitang rubbed his sore eyes, there might really be an aura that motivates people to study in this ghost school.

The moment Baitang closed his eyes, the light was brightly lit, and countless translucent "students" showed their figures under the light.

They were wearing clothes of different ages, and they were familiar with and roamed freely among the bookshelves. Baitang, who was rubbing his eyes on the seat, did not attract their attention.

There was only one person, and she hid in the dark, looking at Baitang with longing eyes.

outsider.

The time belonging to the ghost school starts from this moment.

The author has something to say: Begging Baitang to open his eyes for psychological shadow area 23333

Comparing the hearts of the little angels every day, mua!