Forces of Temptation

The horror copy of this role-playing class, and they are not given the corresponding memory and script.

They had to immerse themselves into what each person's "persona" was like.

After sitting down on the bench, Nanzhou and the others finally had time to explore the secrets of their "roles".

Nan Zhou took out the mobile phone in the pocket of his slacks, swiped his face to open the screen, looked at the dazzling array of APPs, and was unable to start.

Do you check social software first to see who you are in contact with recently?

Do you want to look at office software such as memos first to see your recent daily plan?

Still…

Jiang Fang saw him holding the phone, frowned slightly, stretched out his hand, and shook him tentatively: "Huh?"

Nan Zhou understood and handed over the phone.

Jiang Fang took it, swiped his thumb twice, clicked the "Settings" tab, and clicked the "APP Usage Statistics" page.

Suddenly, the app usage rankings for the past seven days come into view.

The specific use time of each software is arranged in order from high to low, and the top three are marked with red, yellow and blue respectively, which is clear at a glance.

Nan Zhou: "Ah. Thank you."

Jiang Fang: "You're welcome."

Li Yinhang copied the process silently, very worry-free.

In a mobile phone, the frequency and regularity of APP use perfectly reflect the life trajectory of a modern person.

Nanzhou played the role of "Nanzhou", a senior in the architecture department. The most frequently used software in the past seven days are Tieba, WeChat, and Chichi.

He opened the post bar.

The most recent post bar of "Nanzhou" is the campus post bar of Jinjing University.

The most recent posts viewed by "Nanzhou", the first 100 posts are from the "Midnight Ghost Talk" sub-section of Jinjing University Tieba, and the time span is as long as 8 years.

He has read all the sinking posts with 0 replies and the hot posts with thousands of replies.

…Nanzhou thinks this experience is wonderful.

He can clearly understand the strong anxiety about the "ghost" in the role he is playing.

He briefly reviewed the posts browsed by "Nanzhou".

Jingjing University has countless classic horror legends on campus.

It has a long history and a hundred ghosts contend.

For example, Jingjing University used to be a cemetery.

—In fact, in the legend, every school was built on the grave circle, it seems that people in the past did not like to engage in serious infrastructure, and specifically liked Dongyi Hammer Xiyi Build tombs like sticks and guerrilla warfare.

For example, the No. 3 female dormitory of Jinjing University uses an old-fashioned row of squat toilets, which are simply separated by slate and flushed regularly.

If you squat in the innermost public toilet cubicle in the middle of the night and wait for a while, there will be intermittent and humming songs of "Farewell" from the sewer pipe at the end.

—In fact, the girls’ toilet and the girls’ public bathhouse are adjacent.

In the middle of the night, the effect of female ghost singing and reverberation was formed.

The medical department is generally heavy with yin, and the principal specially invited a Feng Shui master to calculate that it is necessary to rely on red bricks to suppress the yin in the building.

—In fact, this building was donated by the entire school after it was built.

People who donate buildings use red as the main color, but they want to take a good intention of "a little red in the thousands of flowers".

There is only one unsolved mystery on the campus of Jinjing University.

There was a boy in the school who was trapped by love and jumped from the teaching building in the east and west.

Since then, people in the dormitory began to experience **** disasters, and some students saw white shadows falling from the west wing repeatedly.

But this puzzle has little to do with the eerie rustle they faced.

Usually, these posts related to true ghost stories on campus have a very high click-through rate.

But everyone generally came to watch with the curiosity of watching the fun, and there were not many people who really believed it.

Replies in posts generally go in the following direction:

1L: Move the bench and sit in the front row to listen to how the landlord makes up stories.

2L (Landlord): It's not a story, it's true. If it's fake, I'll kill myself on the spot.

3L: Look, the landlord is cheating again.

After reading all the posts, Nan Zhou put down the phone and started to eat dessert.

He doesn't like staring at electronics for too long and draining his eyes.

Jiang Fang asked him, "Did you find anything?"

"Hmm. There are two."

Nanzhou reported one of her findings: "I haven't seen any news of students dying in school recently."

According to the information given so far, Hu Li is definitely dead, and the person who left the recording may not be there.

Li Yinhang asked: "Can you be sure that both of them are students of this school?"

Nan Zhou: "Even if it's not a student, it's a staff member of this school. ... Before I went to the radio station, I went to the school gate."

Jiang Fang had a hunch: "…Can't get out?"

Nanzhou nodded.

He said: "Since we can't leave the school, then reverse deduction, the place where the two died, and the ghost, should be in the school."

Li Yinhang: “…”

This statement made her numb from the back spine to the heel.

She resisted the horrified feeling of standing upside down: "Are you sure there is no news of the student's death?"

"No." Nan Zhou said firmly, "I also searched for Hu Li, but couldn't find this person. He seemed to evaporate out of thin air..."

Li Yinhang asked a pragmatic question: "Did you delete the post?"

Nanzhou frowned: "…"

Nan Zhou: "Is that so?"

Li Yinhang: "...In order to maintain the stability of the school's public opinion environment, the school generally does this."

Nanzhou: "...Ah."

After thinking for a while, Nan Zhou said, "Wait for this first, I'll talk about the second one."

Li Yinhang: "..." After a long time, Nan Zhou didn't think about the possibility of the master deleting posts and controlling the trend of public opinion?

Li Yinhang suddenly felt a touch of closeness to the people from the boss.

Nanzhou quickly gave the second clue: "All the horror legends of Jinjing University do not contain a 'place that does not exist'."

"At present, the campus legends of Jinjing University include singing in the toilets, buildings that suppress yin qi, faucets dripping water in the middle of the night, and men disguised as women running into the girls' dormitory to peep. Perverted, but without the 'non-existent' mentioned in the recording."

Jiang Fang was playing with his mobile phone: "Could it be because the legend is too unpopular?"

Nan Zhou: "It's possible."

Nan Zhou: "But there is another possibility."

He said quietly: "If it's a place that doesn't exist in the first place, how can others know that it doesn't exist."

Li Yinhang numbs the back of his neck from the heel again.

Boss, get your magic power of telling ghost stories without changing your face.

She interrupted immediately: "I also found something. ... I don't have Hu Li in my address book."

The person who left the death words in the recording seemed to acquiesce that Hu Li knew them.

But she searched every social software on her mobile phone, and the person "Hu Li" did not exist in the address book.

This is also a valuable discovery.

Nan Zhou asked Jiang Fang: "How about you?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Fang smiled, "I did find something."

Speaking, he raised his phone and dialed a number.

Nanzhou's cell phone buzzed and vibrated.

A name is displayed on the screen: "Brother Fang".

Jiang Fang took the phone off his ear.

The dial interface on the screen shows another name: "Baby".

Nanzhou: "...?"

"Mr. Nan." Jiang Fang smiled slightly, "The system seems to have a different idea of ​​our relationship."

After getting this information, Nanzhou quickly opened his commonly used communication tool.

...It turns out that he and this foreign student friend are having a pleasant and blushing same-sex communication.

Nanzhou's thoughts turned like the wind: "Then can we live together at night?"

Jiang Fang: "I can't ask for it."

Li Yinhang is very envious.

She began to think, how can she ask for a floor in their dormitory at night, so that she can be natural and unpretentious.

Thinking like this, a faint sound suddenly came from her ear:

"Sand—"

Li Yinhang froze, suddenly stood up, and looked down the chair.

…nothing.

Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang at the same time: "What's wrong?"

Li Yinhang was a little worried that the two bosses would be suspicious of him, but he still stated truthfully: "I heard a strange voice. Shasha, like..."

Something seems to have been dormant under their chairs, quietly peeping at them.

Just now, it twisted its body and accidentally exposed its whereabouts.

When she described her feelings, the contempt she imagined as a big boss didn't happen.

Jiang Fang said: "The foreign student dormitory is a single room, and the management is not very strict. Come and live with me at night."

Nan Zhou succinctly said: "Well, together."

Li Yinhang almost burst into tears.

She is willing to buy chicken cakes for the boss for a lifetime.

This moment.

When the "Cube Ark" communicated with each other, a monocular holding a telescope stuck out a corner from a distant window and fell on the three people sitting by the boulevard.

In the round MCF lens, Jiang Fang first appeared on the right side of the bench.

He was feeding Nanyang Star with cake crumbs, and occasionally glanced at his mobile phone, he seemed to be an unusually gentle and rotten guy.

On the left side of the bench is Li Yinhang, she took out everything in her handbag and spread it on her lap to count the inventory in the bag one by one.

The person holding the lens watched her for a while, pouted his mouth indifferently, and shifted the focus to Nanzhou between the two.

Nan Zhou is concentrating on eating the last chicken cake.

But the curly black hair fell to her lips.

He put down the half-bitten chicken cake unhappily, and Guan Jiangfang borrowed a hair tie.

The camera was on him for a long time.

The focal length is slowly adjusted, from near to far, and you can even see two or three strands of hair that he failed to tie up and that fell on his shoulders and neck.

He is observing, tracing every detail of Nanzhou with his eyes.

There is no obscene.

The peeping eyes slowly filled with surprise light: "Oh..."

He muttered to himself, "I've seen you.  …how could it be you."

He wanted to see Nanzhou for a while, but a question suddenly came from behind him:

"Xie Xiangyu, what are you doing here?"

The young man turned slightly sideways, revealing a half handsome face.

The afternoon sun concentrated the almost saturated color light of the maple leaf in his eyes, covering his hazel iris with the thin red of a maple leaf.

The voice of the vice president, who is also a male, softened unconsciously.

He put down a batch of autumn camping plans he had just copied: "The camping club only has a meeting at night, you are too early."

As the seventh person on the mission and a member of the camping club, Xie Xiangyu removed her elbows from the window sill.

"I'm sorry." He said in a spring-like tone, "I have something to do at night, so I came here to ask for a vacation."

The vice president was a little unhappy, but he still said he understood, turned around and left to prepare other required materials.

After the unimportant people left, Xie Xiangyu lay down on the balcony again and held the fixed focal length telescope in front of him.

He wanted to see Nanzhou again.

However, when he cast a glance, in the MCF lens, it collided with the cold gaze cast by Nan Zhou.

—One hundred meters away!

Xie Xiangyu quickly withdrew and covered the peephole.

He turned his face away, sighed with a small sigh, and sighed silently: "...wow."

The other side.

"Someone has been watching us."

Nanzhou pointed to one of the windows of Building 18, 100 meters away: "That place, the fourth floor."

The author has something to say:

System: Sleeping in the same bed for several days in a row.

System: One party carried out intimate behaviors such as hugging, touching the hem of the shirt, touching the thigh, etc.

System: One party peeked at the same-sex magazine and read it.

System: Yes to (sure)