Being an Extra Actor in an Escape Game

Xu Beijin: "..."

Ringo couldn't help but smile.

They then talked about other topics, such as the book Ringo was reading.

However, Xu Beijin still did not say what the ultimate nightmare was, and what the two of them needed to do outside of the nightmare.

At 11:30, Xu Beijin temporarily cut off contact with Ringo and began to contact those contacts one by one to inform them of what they needed to do.

Those contacts were extremely surprised on a certain floor of the narrow building and kept asking, is this what Xu Beijing asked them to do?

And Xu Bei replied firmly: "Yes, that's it."

The contact person was full of hesitation and confusion, but he still did what Xu Beijin said. For those very high floors, Xu Beijin also informed them one by one.

Finally, there is the ground floor of the narrow building.

It was already twelve o'clock sharp.

Xu Beijin found Mu Jiashi, Ding Yi and others, and then expressed his request: "Now, let everyone sleep."

sleep?

Everyone who heard this sentence was stunned.

Xu Beijing smiled vaguely. He said: "You have always wanted to know what the ultimate nightmare is and how to activate it - then have you ever thought about who the owner of the ultimate nightmare is?"

People present thought of Xu Beijin's order just now, and an incredible guess suddenly emerged in their minds.

"The ultimate nightmare is the nightmare that belongs to all humans in the narrow building. The common nightmare of mankind."

Everyone felt as if their heart had been hit hard by something. They suddenly realized it and were frightened.

Xu Beijin's tone slowly became dull, with an indescribable complexity and exhaustion: "So, when everyone falls asleep, the ultimate nightmare will automatically start."

Chapter 137 Two options

When He Shujun opened her eyes, the sound of reading loudly came to her ears.

It's early morning. Morning reading...

Her classmates were around her, some were lazy, some were serious, and some secretly lowered their heads and bent over, eating breakfast carefully.

He Shujun smelled the smell of hard-boiled eggs, that strange, overcooked protein smell.

There are always people holding their textbooks upright to cover their faces, for fear of being seen by the teacher when they are away from work.

However, the teachers sitting on the podium can actually see everything, but they will not stop these small distractions.

He Shujun heard the girl on her right reciting some classical Chinese text loudly... or was it a poem? word? What's this girl's name?

He Shujun couldn't recover for a while.

The last second, she closed her eyes in a dilapidated, dark, narrow house, and followed Xu Beijing's instructions to fall asleep;

The next second, in the endless drowsiness, she suddenly woke up, bathed in the morning sunshine, and listened to the sound of reading and the whispers of the students.

She raised her head and saw a series of slogans from the senior year of high school. Most of them were words of encouragement such as studying hard and making progress every day.

Then she knew it was the first day of her senior year of high school.

She returned to Earth.

At this moment, a strong trance and touch struck her soul. She subconsciously stood up, shook her head, and her eyes seemed to leave a deep imprint on the faces of every classmate.

She observed their expressions carefully and saw their inexplicable expressions, as if they were watching a show.

It was a fresh, lively emotion coming from a child of seventeen or eighteen years old.

He Shujun suddenly felt like a dream.

"He Shujun?" On the podium, the teacher watching the morning reading said strangely, "What's wrong?"

He Shujun suddenly cried and laughed. She said loudly: "It's nothing! It's nothing! It's just that I...teacher, I..." She grinned with a silly smile, "I'm so happy."

She heard someone whispering and wondered if she was stupid - how could anyone be happy about the start of their senior year of high school?

But He Shujun was really happy.

She actually returned to this moment, this normal, calm, and peaceful earth.

She and her classmates are worried about the upcoming college entrance examination and the endless weekly and monthly examinations. They are looking forward to the future one year later, the future that is so close at hand.

It's like the sun at eight or nine o'clock.

Just looking at it, you can feel the infinite possibilities, infinite vitality and vitality. Infinite...hope.

He Shujun wiped her tears and sat down. She looked at the textbook on the back table, ignored the strange look in her eyes, took out a Chinese textbook, turned to a page at random, and read aloud.

No matter what, don't think about where she is now, don't think about nightmares, don't think about the narrow building.

Let her spend this morning reading happily and happily. The first day of senior year in high school. A turning point in her life.

While reading, He Shujun's voice slowly became hoarse. She wiped away her tears desperately, but in the end, she lay on the desk with the textbook covering her head. She smelled the smell of books and the soy milk from breakfast on the front table.

Then she burst into tears.

The whole classroom fell silent, and all the students were confused. The teacher walked directly to He Shujun. He was at a loss for a while and could only ask tentatively: "He Shujun? Are you okay?"