Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

"The academic office is on the first floor and the archives room is on the third floor. Which place do you want to go to first?" Wan Bochong asked coldly.

Yang Xianluo reacted from his daze, "Let's go to the academic office first. Maybe Tiantian is trapped there waiting for someone to rescue her!"

Wan Bochong glanced at her and walked forward without saying a word.

Looking at the young man's thin back, Yang Xianluo couldn't help but murmured, "Why does this little kid have such a weird personality?"

"Host, among the people who hang out in the Ghost Academy, how many are normal?" Xiao Guoer said.

"Too!"

Following Wan Bochong to the end of the corridor, there was a sign with red letters and a white background nailed to the decaying door frame, which read the words "Academic Affairs Office".

"Is this the Academic Affairs Office?"

Yang Xianluo stepped forward and pushed open the iron door with almost all the iron sheets falling off. The door panel rubbed against the ground, making a squeaking sound.

The room was full of dust and damp smell, and was empty except for a wooden table and chair.

Seeing that Zhang Tiantian was not in the Academic Affairs Office, Yang Xianluo frowned slightly, "Where would Tiantian be if she wasn't in the Academic Affairs Office?"

"Who knows? Maybe I've gone back to the dormitory a long time ago, I don't know for sure." Wan Bochong said casually.

"The entire Academic Affairs Office only has one old desk and chair. Don't you think it's strange?"

"I don't think so!" Wan Bochong responded calmly.

"But I feel it's very inconsistent. These are obviously tables and chairs used by students!" Yang Xianluo walked to the desk and wiped the dust on the table with his hand.

Looking at the dark palm, he said, "With such thick dust accumulated, this set of tables and chairs must have been placed here for a long time."

"Everything in this school has existed for a long time." Wan Bochong said, raising his eyes slightly.

"Yes, let's go to the archives and have a look!"

After patting the dust on his hands, Yang Xianluo was about to turn around. His eyes swept across the table, his face changed, and he hurriedly said, "There is something written on the table!"

"What word?" Wan Bochong had a surprised look in his eyes and walked quickly to the desk.

"It seems to be the word "I". You stand back a little while I wipe the dust off the table."

Yang Xianluo pulled up his sleeves and wiped the dust on the desk. The words on it were completely revealed. When he saw the words on it, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"I hate you so much. You all deserve to die. I want to kill you!"

Every word is deeply engraved, as if venting one's own hatred!

"Who wrote this typesetting?" Yang Xianluo suddenly raised his head and looked at Wan Bochong and asked.

Wan Bochong pursed his lips tightly and stared at the words on the table. Then he slowly shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

"It's really strange. What happened in this school before? Why is the owner of this desk so resentful?"

After carefully searching the desk inside and outside, no other clues were found. Yang Xianluo patted the dust on his body and said, "It seems that no other clues can be found here. Let's go to the archives to look."

Look!”

It's noon now, it should be lunch time, but for some reason, Yang Xianluo doesn't feel hungry at all.

"Classmate Wan Bochong, does your school take care of the food?"

Wan Bochong, who was walking in front, paused, turned his head to look at the girl behind him, and said speechlessly, "Even if you are in charge of the food, do you dare to eat it?"

"I don't dare!" Yang Xianluo shook his head hurriedly, touched his stomach, and said with a puzzled face, "It's really strange, it's obviously dinner time, but I don't feel hungry at all!"

"If you stay in the Ghost Academy for a long time, human needs will gradually decrease." Wan Bochong said.

"Human beings don't have the most basic needs, are they still human? Will they end up like those female corpses, eating people everywhere?"

"I don't know!" Wan Bochong continued walking up the stairs, "After all, all freshmen are considered delicious food in everyone's eyes."

Hearing the words of the young man in front of him, Yang Xianluo stopped in his tracks, looking frightened.

"What's wrong?"

Feeling that the girl behind him did not follow, Wan Bochong turned around, looked down at her and asked.

Facing the young man's cold gaze, Yang Xianluo swallowed nervously and asked cautiously, "Does this include you?"

"Haha!" Wan Bochong asked, showing his white teeth, "What do you think?"

Seeing the small white teeth exposed in his mouth, Yang Xianluo became even more nervous. These teeth were not sharp at all. If he bit her, the pain would definitely last a long time.

The young man in a black cloak stood at the stairs, with his head lowered and his white teeth exposed. The more he looked at it, the more eerie and weird he felt.

She forcibly suppressed the urge to run away, not because she was particularly brave, but mainly because she couldn't run past the fifteenth grade even if she was in the first grade of junior high school!

It's better to stay. Besides, she now has a physical attack barrier to protect her body. If Wan Bochong really bites her, it will be him who hurts.

When I think about it, I feel much more at ease!

"Stop pretending to be weird here, go to the archives quickly!" Yang Xianluo walked to Wan Bochong calmly, reached out and patted his shoulder and said.

Wan Bochong raised his eyebrows and formed a boring smile on his lips.

Probably because he had been trapped in this poor place for too long, he actually had the idea of ​​scaring the little girl into tears. How childish!

There are rows of storage cabinets in the archives room, and the cabinets are covered with dust.

"Ahem!" When he opened the storage cabinet, the dust inside flew out, choking Yang Xianluo and covering his nose and coughing several times.

"Don't stand at the door posing, come and help me!" Yang Xianluo shouted to Wan Bochong who was standing at the door.

"No, Hui Da!" Wan Bochong simply refused!

Yang Xianluo took out the information from the storage cabinet, couldn't help but rolled his eyes to the sky, and complained in a low voice, "It's so cold and ruthless. At least I gave him a cloak. If you have a conscience, you must repay him no matter what.

One or two!"

"I brought you here, so I'm repaying you!"

Hearing the young man's cold voice, Yang Xianluo immediately closed his mouth.

Why is this little kid's ears so good? She even spoke so quietly that she could still hear her. She must have had soft ears!

"If you want to scold me like this, you might as well spend more time looking for information!"

"How do you know I'm scolding you!" Yang Xianluo suddenly raised his head, looked at Wan Bochong with wide eyes, and asked in surprise, "Do you have the ability to read minds?"

"Ha!" The young man standing at the door laughed, "Do I need to read your mind to know your thoughts?"

Almost everything is written on his face, and you can see through it with just one glance!

Yang Xianluo curled his lips, damn, he actually got it!

The materials stored in the storage cabinet are all student files, and the paper has turned yellow due to the passage of time.