Forces of Temptation

Nanzhou and the others decided to go to the No. 18 teaching building to have a look.

Even if Nan Zhou knew, that person would probably leave once he sensed their movement.

Sure enough, when they arrived at the camping club, all they saw was the vice president who silently cleaned up after sending the information.

Seeing three unfamiliar faces at the door, the vice president straightened up: "Classmate, who are you looking for?"

Nan Zhou and the vice president looked at each other for a moment, and then their sight fell on the monocular that was placed on the windowsill.

After observing, he said to the two behind him: "...not him."

Not that feeling.

Jiang Fang believed his judgment.

He crossed Nan Zhou's shoulder, intending to explain their purpose to the confused vice president for Nan Zhou.

His accent was adjusted to a blunt Chinese with a little vodka flavor: "Hello, my name is лодка монтолока (Lodoka Montoloka), I am an international student. My friend thinks Take me around the school. I heard that this is a camping club?"

Seeing the appearance of Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang one after another, the vice president was shocked a lot, and he was stunned for a while: "Oh. We haven't recruited new people yet..."

But he regretted it immediately and wanted to bite his tongue.

He quickly pulled out the brochures that were piled up on one side of the file shelf and were about to fall into dust.

The camping club has always been unpopular and has insufficient funds. If they can pull such two golden signs into the club, plus Xiao Xie, they will worry about not being able to recruit beautiful school girls next year?

As Jiang Fang smiled, he glanced at the photos of the members' activities posted on the wall.

"We almost went the wrong way just now." Jiang Fang said, "I happened to meet a person coming from this direction. I asked him where the camping club was, and he pointed us in another direction. . We went around a lot to find this place."

The vice president was induced by his gaze, and naturally gave the answer Jiang Fang wanted: "Is it Xiao Xie? The one who looks good? A little prank, sorry, don't take it to heart."

Under the instruction of the vice president, Jiang Fang easily found a handsome young man with the most outstanding appearance from the photo wall.

He said gently: "Yes, it is him."

He turned around and gave Nan Zhou a glance.

The seventh teammate we never met, probably found.

Nan Zhou nodded knowingly and folded his arms, but his eyes did not stay on the photo for too long, but drifted to the open stairwell about twenty meters away.

Li Yinhang, who followed behind him, followed his focused line of sight: "Is there anything there?"

Nan Zhou was silent for a long time.

Li Yinhang's voice traveled along the air, all the way to the direction of the stairwell.

At the corner, Xie Xiangyu stood there, standing very relaxed, and even did not forget to play with a peculiar krona coin on his fingertips.

With the back of his hand up, the coin swirls smoothly between his fingertips, refracting little by little silvery shimmers on the freshly painted handrail.

All it takes is one miss, drop the coin, and he will reveal his position immediately.

Luckily, he didn't.

The half-krona in his hand continued to flip from the tail finger to the thumb and back lightly without interruption.

He muttered to the air: "I guess you know I'm here."

"But...will you come?"

After a while, he heard Nan Zhou's answer: "No, nothing."

The coin flipped between the fingers was taken into the palm of Xie Xiangyu's hand.

… Coincidentally, he felt the same way.

Now is not the best time for them to meet.

Over there, Jiang Fang also ended his communication with the vice president smoothly and decently, and walked back to Nan Zhou.

Li Yinhang asked: "Are we going to find this Xie Xiangyu next?"

Nan Zhou said, "No."

Jiang Fang also said: "Let's go back to the dormitory."

Li Yinhang: "…Huh?"

She thought it was important to find teammates…

But thinking of this, she also suddenly became enlightened.

Yeah, the copy didn't ask them to socialize and make friends.

Their mission is to survive, against the entire dungeon.

In this context, it doesn't seem to make much sense for them to win over a single roommate.

They left Building 18 and walked all the way to Jiang Fang's dormitory.

Jiang Fang put forward another idea: "Is it possible that this Xie Xiangyu was also attracted by your broadcast content and went to the radio station?"

…And then I witnessed the scene of the robbery.

Li Yinhang was stunned.

This makes more sense.

He found that the other two groups of teammates were not fuel-efficient lamps on either side, and he was alone, worried that the props would be robbed, so he simply got up and observed secretly.

While they were talking, they returned to the international student dormitory, swiped their cards in, and took the elevator all the way to the 6th floor.

Jiang Fang's room is at the end of the corridor on the 6th floor, next to a beautiful and huge floor-to-ceiling color window.

Nan Zhou said: "We don't have to go to him specially. If he has any needs, he will find..."

Seeing them standing in front of the closed single dormitory door, Jiang Fang took out the key with the room number, Nan Zhou, who was talking about Xie Xiangyu just now, suddenly froze.

“—wait.”

Li Yinhang stood on the spot when he heard the words, and the hand that was about to touch the doorknob also retracted at the speed of light.

She watched the surroundings vigilantly.

"I have 1 steal value." Nan Zhou said solemnly, "I'll unlock the lock."

Li Yinhang: “…”

Then, he took out the small piece of wire from his pocket, lightly pressed it against the keyhole, attached the ear to it, and picked it up a few times with his fingertips, and then he heard the lock tongue come out A subtle click.

The door opened.

Jiang Fang stood aside, smiling and applauding him.

Li Yinhang: "..."

Inspired by this, Li Yinhang borrowed the lock from Nanzhou and practiced the new skill of unlocking.

Nanzhou won the first battle and was greatly encouraged, and now she is concentrating on researching Jiang Fang's dormitory door lock.

If the ghost in the dungeon came to this dormitory now, and saw their current actions, it must be very confusing and fucked.

However, with the mechanical repetition of the action comes an increasing sense of anxiety.

They are clueless about everything.

"Hu Li", the only valid clue, was also tangled up in a mess.

Up to now, they have not been able to make any effective analysis of the danger of this copy, nor have they taken any countermeasures.

This is completely different from the copy of [Xiao Ming's daily life] that seeks the truth from trivial clues in a limited space.

This is a 3.5 square kilometer university.

It covers a vast area and is full of voices.

Even if the seven of them are of one mind, it is impossible to search every corner of the school in 5 days.

If they can't find a breakthrough, they can only wait for the danger of death and madness to find them.

…Could it be that this task can only be filled by dead people?

Li Yinhang was troubled by such intricate emotions, which made her unable to concentrate all her energy.

Shortly after, she put the lock down and sighed in unbearable frustration.

But before she could let go, she heard Nan Zhou ask: "What is Xie Xiangyu's line?"

Jiang Fang looked away from the phone screen: "Finance."

Speaking, he looked at Nanzhou and asked in a graceful manner, "Do you still need his mobile phone number?"

Nan Zhou: "This is not necessary."

Once he got the information he wanted, he had the motivation to keep thinking.

I am an architecture department.

Jiang Fang is an international student at the School of Management.

Li Yinhang is in the Department of Statistics.

Xie Xiangyu is a Finance Department.

Sun Guojing, Luo Ge, Qi Tianyun, the three unlucky people, most likely belong to the same affiliation, because they met too quickly in a completely unfamiliar environment.

In addition, there is the dead and unidentified Hu Li, and the unknown person who is completely foggy and left a message of death.

He turned to Li Yinhang again and asked an even stranger question: "We should know each other, right?"

Li Yinhang: "...otherwise?"

"I mean." Nan Zhou said, "What is the relationship between the 'Li Yinhang' you played and the 'Nan Zhou' I played?"

Li Yinhang was stunned for a moment, and then he was instantly enlightened.

After discovering that Li Yinhang also realized this, Nan Zhou said seriously: "We fell into a blind spot of thinking before."

They were originally teammates. After being transferred to the strange and dangerous dungeon, this relationship has not only not changed, but has been strengthened.

Because everyone is teammates, they should know each other by default.

Copy is also very cooperative, instilling and filling in these small cognitive details invisibly.

For example, the robbery trio are in the same department.

For example, Nanzhou and Jiangfang are a pair.

This greatly reduces the gap between the dungeon and reality, reduces the player's vigilance, and induces the player to follow other characters in the dungeon as an outsider.

How did Hu Li die? Who left the death message?

…but she forgot that she was one of the clues.

Jiang Fang held on to the mobile phone and took Nan Zhou's words: "Mr. Nan is right. I have been looking for the intersection between the seven of us, and just now, I finally got a glimpse of it. ."

"Check your chat records seven days ago." Jiang Fang gave a clear time point, "Around October 21st."

October 21st…

Li Yinhang started to search chat records by date.

Nan Zhou was clearly lying on her friend list.

But when she was in the blind spot, she thought that "teammates" should be there for granted, and didn't think much about it.

While sweating coldly, she recalled the chat record. After a few glances, Li Yinhang's expression was obviously delighted.

Found a breakthrough!

In the dungeon setting, she and Nan Zhou are classmates in high school and have a good relationship.

"The night before the 21st..." Li Yinhang said, "The mid-term test has just ended. I asked him to go out to play board games on the night of the 21st."

Nan Zhou nodded: "Then I asked her if she could bring her family."

Jiang Fang shook his phone: "Then the family came."

The clues between the three of them were successfully hooked up.

Jiang Fang is an international student and has few contacts on his mobile phone. Although he made a little Chinese boyfriend in the settings, he did not successfully enter the social circle of Nanzhou, and he had few friends.

Nan Zhou was invited by Li Yinhang. Because he brought a boyfriend, he did not invite a third person.

So, looking back, who invited Li Yinhang?

Everything should have gone smoothly once the idea is clear.

But Li Yinhang rummaged through the social software on his mobile phone and searched using various keywords such as "board game", "party", "game", etc., but he could not find any relevant information near the 21st. Record.

When she invited Nan Zhou, she only mentioned in a general way, "My friends have set up a board game bureau, so I can't come."

As the doubts in Li Yinhang's heart gathered more and more...

"Is there such a possibility?" Nan Zhou asked, "The person who invited you is Hu Li."

Li Yinhang's heart trembled and subconsciously denied: "I don't have him in my contacts."

"What about the person who left the recording of the death?"

"We don't know his name..." Li Yinhang endured the shiver of goose bumps on his arms, "I didn't find any evidence that anyone invited me..."

But this game is obviously not from the "Li Yinhang" group.

What the hell...

When Nan Zhou was silently pondering on the door lock and Li Yinhang was tangled in his mobile phone, Jiang Fang gently raised his mobile phone.

"Actually, I made another attempt."

…

After they entered the dungeon seven hours later, darkness came.

The hungry robbery trio returned to the dormitory dejectedly.

They also thought of taking the only name mentioned in the recording, "Hu Li", as a breakthrough.

In the end, the old man in charge of the archives refused to let them in.

As the saying goes, trees go straight without repairs, and people chirp without repairs, but the three of them just suffered a big loss at Nanzhou today, and they didn’t want to make too much trouble and alarm the school. So I could only resentfully put away the idea of ​​stinking the old man.

They went to buy a thermos, and after the old man got off work, the sound of breaking the glass in the archive room was covered by the sound of the night and the shattering of the thermos.

The three of them were in the leaky archive room, scolding the mother in the cold, and searching the old and bulky computer for a long time.

The result is very grassy.

There is no one named Hu Li among the students.

Busy for a long time, busy and lonely.

The three tired and exhausted returned to the bedroom, took a shower, and went to bed separately.

The first night is important.

This dungeon is at risk of death, but it is not the way to live.

So they're going to take turns vigil.

Besides, they all felt that even if the ghost wanted to beat the performance, he must kill someone tonight, and the probability of it being spread to each of them was one in seven.

It is unlikely that they will come to find these three yang men.

From 10:30 to 1:00, it is Luoge Vigil; from 1:00 to 3:30, it is Sun Guojing; from 3:30 to 6:00, it is Qi Tianyun.

Luo Ge was a little nervous, so he talked more than usual.

He sat on the top bunk, shaking his legs while leaning over to look at Sun Guojing, who was on the bottom bunk, and said, "Old Sun, don't dig your ears. Gold panning."

Sun Guojing flicked the cutout in his direction: "My ears are buzzing."

He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't tell me to meet that surname Nan again!"

In the sound of scolding, the lights in the bedroom went out.

The school is afraid that the boys of the sports department will jump up and down due to excess energy.

Lying in the dark, Sun Guojing felt very cold, grabbed the upper edge of the quilt with both hands, tried his best to reduce every gap, and wrapped himself tightly.

But it doesn't provide any warmth either.

Like a coffin.

The quilt is hard and stiff.

Stiff limbs, numbness in hands and feet.

Even the air she exhaled was icy cold.

shiver.

…The school has not started heating yet.

What the **** is this weather? !

Sun Guojing tried to wrap himself into an airtight cocoon.

It still fails.

Tossing and turning, he couldn't take it anymore, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Luo Ge? Dasha Luo? Are you cold?"

No one responded to him.

Sleep? !

Sun Guojing resisted the coldness, turned over, stepped on the edge of the lower bunk, glanced up, and whispered "fuck".

…Are you really asleep? !

Sun Guojing felt that it was so cold that it was impossible for him to fall asleep, so he simply stared at Luo Ge, woke him up and took over at some point, and he could sleep through the rest of the night.

But when he got back into the lower bunk…

The moonlight shining through the window shone on the tail of his quilt.

Sun Guojing clearly saw a pair of sunken, slender footprints at the end of his quilt.

Sun Guojing's throat tightened, and his heart beat suddenly.

He took courage, pulled the quilt up, and reached out to caress.

But the quilt is soft and snaps back quickly when pulled.

The traces of the footprints disappeared.

This did not delay Sun Guojing's scalp tingling.

He hurriedly covered himself with a quilt, and cursed several times in the dark.

The quilt feels closed, dry and safe.

However…

"Sand—"

A noise is very clear in this closed, dry and safe small space.

"Sand—"

As if someone was dragging their body and crawling slowly on his bed.

"Sand—"

The blood of Sun Guojing's limbs and limbs was frozen in the blood vessels.

Not tinnitus.

Not a hallucination.

True.

Because in addition to hearing this inorganic sound, he also smelled a strange smell.

It was a musty smell of a room that had been closed for a long time.

"Sand—"

The rustling sound came from the depths of his quilt.

From his feet.

From...where he can see now just by looking down.

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