Girls’ Dormitory Escape

When this strong negative cognition arose, a sharp pain suddenly swept through Guo Guo's brain.

Somewhere she felt a terrifying suction that pulled her in the direction of the projected screen.

…It was impossible in the past, impossible to kill!

Guo Guo tried her best to calm herself down, closed her eyes and meditated that everything was fake, and fought against this attraction.

I don't know how long it took, the whole back was soaked with sweat, and the power slowly disappeared. Guo Guo opened her sore eyes, only to see that the projection room had returned to darkness, and the projector that had been touched by mistake was also quietly sitting on the shelf, and the light source that turned on the display could not be seen.

Is it just her hallucination?

She gasped and thought for two seconds, pressed it on her temple, a contact lens appeared on the bridge of her nose, and a few lines of data appeared on the lens:

[[Dimension Reduction Glasses] is continuing to reduce the negative impact of the ability [Sky Eye] for you. Currently, the remaining energy is 12%, please charge it in time. 】

Before the graduation exam, these props were fully charged. Now that it suddenly descends to the center of the earth, it can only be triggered by [Sky Eye].

Realizing this, Guo Guo felt her head start to ache again. But now she is no longer the novice who fainted as soon as she saw the vision, and she will no longer blindly believe the images instilled in her eyes.

She believes more in herself, 606, and the future they are creating.

After sorting out her thoughts, Guo Guo continued to check the projection room, and soon found a machine that seemed to be able to print photos. There were also two rows of small two-inch photos attached to the side of the machine. The portraits on the photos were almost blank. Before Guo Guo could take a second look, a voice sounded in his mind:

"Heart, Guoguo, can you hear us?"

Zhang You was taking out the healing medicine from his backpack when he found that his roommate had disappeared, but all these bottles could only be stuffed into Zheng Wanqing's hands.

Zheng Wanqing: "...I drink ten bottles?"

Since there were two people left, they guessed that 606 should be divided into two teams, and the other team was naturally Tang Xinjue and Guo Guo. Comparing the map and the characteristics of the room in front of them, the two quickly recognized their location:

"This should be between the third and sixth districts of the archives, which mainly store historical files."

Zhang Ye walked between the bookshelves, observing the books on it.

They know that the official language of the university town is a string of garbled symbols that only ghosts can understand, and most of the materials in the library are also composed of these garbled characters.

But in the core file area, the presence of Chinese has gradually increased, and they can understand more and more information.

"Experimental record...077...084...097...Zhang You, come and have a look."

Zheng Wanqing saw several brand-new black booklets with a lot of experiment-related words written in them, more like a journal than a book.

[Today is the day when all anchors are activated and the first world experiment begins. Although the concept of date has been abandoned in the university town for a long time, I still want to record all this, in the hope that after my death, someone will inherit my will and goals and successfully disintegrate the university town. ]

[To this day, I still think college towns are a product of error. Its development is destined to run counter to the original intention when we created it. We can only create a half-finished product, and we cannot control the quantity and method of containment. Their ambition and greed will inevitably devour the university town. If they can be destroyed together with the university town and go back to the ground, this record will not return to the light of day. But when college towns start to repair themselves, it means we are no longer there, and they are still here…]

[For this reason, I and others devised a final program to pull in new companions from the main world, transfer the energy of the university city and deliver its destiny according to the rules we left behind. ]

[I don't want one to name the program, its name will be randomly generated by the 1000th code. Although I can't see the day it works, I hope that it is a name full of poetry and power, just like us in the beginning. ]

Turning to the next page, the handwriting turns to scribbles:

[001Experimental record. The first time: success; the second time: failure; the third time: success…]

What follows are duplicate records and terms, no new information or text. After a moment of silence, Zheng Wanqing turned to look at Zhang You: "Is the name [Dorm Room Survival Game] very poetic?"

Zhang You: "...Maybe in the aesthetics of the program, it's like this."

Now it is too late for them to make themselves amnesia. Although the counselor warned that they should not actively contact the "University City Origin" in the dungeon, but now it should be ... passive contact?

The two were not sure. However, I don't know if it was the self-comforting guess, or the reason for the special space in which they were located—although I had already memorized a secret story about the university town in my mind, after several minutes, they still stood in place without any punishment. .

"That's all right." Zhang You breathed a sigh of relief and made a decisive decision: "In that case, let's watch more."

She has a feeling that the appearance of this information is inseparable from the end of the graduation exam. Now that they know a little more, it may be helpful for customs clearance.

The second document that I can understand is on another bookshelf. The inner pages are garbled and mixed with Chinese. It seems to be about issues related to the "underground miasma".

Zhang You is not good at studying the complex content of this language intermittently, so he simply handed it over to the paper madman Zheng Wanqing, who only read it once and accurately extracted the above information:

"This records the disputes between the two parties, and they should have a total of 12 people. The opinions of 6 people are to block all the outlets that may leak miasma, and never have future troubles; but the other 6 people's opinions are the opposite. , They think that blocking is worse than sparse. The foundation of the university city is not stable, and forcible suppression is easy to cause collapse, and it is easy to cause...earthquakes."

Zheng Wanqing noticed that the word earthquake appeared several times in the data: "The following is the discussion about earthquakes, they predict that in the near future, there will be an earthquake in the university town, causing The underground space is connected to the university town, and a large number of ghosts can come in without screening. In order to prevent them from living until then to manage, a more complete backup system needs to be created in advance to control the situation.”

Zhang You thoughtful: "What about the back?"

Zheng Wanqing frowned to tell the difference: "We are still arguing... I feel that they are more like distributing inheritance."

According to various information, if these 12 people are the founders of the first generation of university towns, then in this record, they have long determined that they will disappear soon, and after death , University Town is their "legacy".

Creators have been slow to unify on how to deal with college towns. Some people say that a dignified supervision system should be established, and only those more terrifying than ghosts can suppress them and prevent chaos; some people say that a rich ecological and internal circulation space should be created, so that ghosts can also live normally in it, and then completely block it. University town, make it an island that will never be discovered.

"...Some people say that you can try to throw the university city back to the main world, and leave its fate to the real human beings to decide."

Zheng Wanqing read out another person's rebuttal:

"But how to ensure that when thrown into the overworld, the anchor point on the timeline is both after the 21st century and before their timeline... If the overworld is not ready, the university town is just A nightmare beyond human comprehension."

[There must be a more neutral approach, and until then, I recommend pausing the university town time...until preparations are complete. ]

"What's next?"

"No more."

"Gone?"

"Yes." Zheng Wanqing opened the back page, but it was blank.

After that sentence, the handwriting on the back of the entire document seems to have been erased collectively, and no information remains.

"The part you don't want us to know?" Zhang You nodded.

In fact, even if they don't look at the records behind, they can already roughly figure out what happened later: the Ministry of Education, the eyeball teacher, the exam world, the game is coming...

Everything is pre-programmed.

Zhang You pinched his eyebrows: "Let's find out if we have any other information."

They are trapped in these archives and data rooms, they can neither go back nor move forward, they can only wait except to find information.

Waiting for the opportunity to contact teammates and leave.

Zheng Wanqing did not move: "I heard a voice."

It's a spiritual connection!

The last time I entered the library, although the four were separated into four different spaces, they could still communicate normally through spiritual connection.

But this time, just after the other three disappeared, Tang Xinjue found that the spiritual power connecting 606 was also disconnected.

She knew immediately that this was the result of interference from outside forces.

Combining with the last time the library encountered "non-local NPCs", this time the external cause has a high probability of appearing near her.

As expected, just after passing through a few dilapidated bookshelves, Tang Xinjue saw the source of the "magnetic interference": in front of the round table in the corner of the room, sat three...stickmen?

The matchstick people who exist in a two-dimensional form in a three-dimensional space do not seem to see Tang Xinjue approaching, they are chatting fiercely, and the arms of the matchstick line are swaying and waving in the air.

When Tang Xinjue approached, the mixed voices of boys and girls entered my ears:

"Have you forgotten one of the most basic rules of a university town? A university town belongs to students! If you add programs like teachers and directors, the rules will contradict themselves, and the probability of bugs will go straight up Several times!"

A boy asked fiercely.

"That's right, so we're not just bringing in teachers and educational programs, but we're opening up the whole system, adding to normal community and city life, attracting more similar creations, and making them centered around college towns Gather together - the university town has to be a real city so it can create the energy needed to sustain it."

A girl said calmly.

"With all due respect, why not just destroy the university town? Instead of expecting a semi-finished product to automatically evolve into a finished product, wouldn't it be easier to destroy it directly from the timeline?"

Another girl interjected in a stern tone.

"What are you talking about?" The stickman who asked the first question shook his head in disbelief. He obviously felt that the suggestions of the other two stickmen were outrageous:

"Are you crazy?"

"We're not crazy, we're just dead, Abu."

“…Everyone is looking for the most suitable home for the university town, this is our last responsibility, no matter in those prosperous timelines, whether we exist or not…”

When she walked to the round table, Tang Xinjue only heard the last two sighs of the girl.

Tang Xinjue noticed that there were three student ID cards on the table. But unlike their student ID cards, the small two-inch photos of these student ID cards are covered with a stick figure, blocking the original photo.

Is it related to the formation of the stickman state?

She raised her eyes again, but there were two less stickmen at the round table, and only the original frustrated male stickman remained, staring at the narrow window on the wall in a daze.

Tang Xinjue: "There is nothing outside the window."

"I know." The stickman made a self-deprecating voice, actually talking to Tang Xinjue: "There is a lot of white mist here all year round, do you know why this happens?"

Tang Xinjue answered truthfully: "I don't know, why?"

Stickman: "Because there is no budget."

Tang Xinjue: "…"

The stickman added: "Because facing the white fog all the year round will lead to depression, we have held more than a dozen plenary meetings, and finally decided to overcome the difficulties and ensure that we have eight hours of viewing every day. Without the fog, the task was finally handed over to me, and it was done perfectly."

Tang Xinjue realized something and raised her eyebrows slightly: "How did you do it?"

Stickman: "I set the fog dispersal time at night, when it gets dark, everyone can't see the fog outside the window."

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Unexpected, unreasonable. Tang Xinjue didn't plan to communicate with it for too long: "Excuse me, but I want to find my friend. Staying near you will affect our communication signals. Can you point me to a way to leave?"

"Oh, sorry for the delay."

The stickman is also very polite, apologizes repeatedly, and picks up the black hat to get up and prepare to leave. But just before leaving, it suddenly turned around. On its head with no facial features, Tang Xinjue seemed to be able to see a pair of eyes staring at him:

"Sorry, but I wanted to take your last minute to ask a question."

Tang Xinjue naturally retracted the hand that was going to get the desktop student ID card: "You say."

"As you can see, I am troubled by one thing now, which is a dilemma. There are two paths before me: one is to accept fate and die with my companions; The other is to use my tiny abilities to be a lonely coward. Classmates, which way do you think I should choose?"