Strange game designer

"Zhuo Jun, can you find me some clothes?" Qian Junran followed Zhuo Jun in a pair of swimming trunks, like a frustrated little daughter-in-law.

"Shut up!" Zhuo Jun had a sullen face. He was wearing swimming trunks and the clothes of the director of the Investigation Bureau: "Do you know that I was almost killed by you!"

"I don't know." Qian Junran covered his chest: "Isn't the infirmary a place to save people? Is it really that scary?"

"You can go to other places to know how you died. Once you enter the infirmary, you won't be able to die even if you want to! There is a very special 'big ghost' hidden there!" Zhuo Jun's tone was stern. He did not take Qian Junran with him. In the infirmary, they just took a detour into the office building controlled by Situ An and hid by the window in the corridor on the third floor.

"What is the big ghost?"

"You don't even have to say hello to the school even if it means your life. This ghost place has attracted a lot of big ghosts. You'd better keep your tail between your legs and be a human being!" Zhuo Jun glanced at Qian Junran coldly: " Don't talk nonsense when you go back! Don't do unnecessary things and act according to the instructions of the Investigation Bureau!"

"Then we have to go back to the activity building now?" Qian Junran covered the upper part, but could not cover the lower part, shivering from the cold.

"Finish the swimming class first, and don't conflict with the physical education teacher. Our people will take the class in the afternoon." Zhuo Jun recalled the afternoon class schedule: "There must be no accidents in the afternoon class."

"But..." Qian Junran saw the scene inside the mobile building through the window.

"No buts!" Zhuo Jun really wanted to kill Qian Junran, but the students in Class 13 were still useful and could not be killed casually.

"But look!" Qian Junran pointed at the window blankly: "The activity building seems to have been flooded!"

"What the hell?" Zhuo Jun pushed Qian Junran away, cursed, turned around and ran towards the activity building. Qian Junran shouted loudly and ran behind him in swimming trunks.

The students of Class 13 reunited outside the activity building. Everyone saw the text messages they sent. Some students unknowingly exposed the messages they had sent. Most of the students hid their mobile phones. The content of the text messages became their biggest secret.

Under those circumstances, choosing to let the 51st classmate come is murder, and the one who lured him here is the murderer.

Many people do make such a choice, but this does not mean that they will admit that they have done so in public.

"The appearance of text messages proves one thing. I should have been on the bus ten years ago. I was the person who should have died in which cycle ten years ago. After escaping, I entered the second cycle." Gao Ming was thinking about this. Even if the content is told to the students, it will probably be difficult for them to understand.

"I am the first loop, and I will return to the tunnel after I die; the bus from ten years ago may be the second loop, so what are the conditions for the second loop to open? If someone dies, the second loop will be opened. The cycle has started a long time ago. Could it be that the cycle will restart only when all 51 students are alive?"

One of the 50 students on the bus that night, and the students who did not get on the bus, must die, which will be the price. If they all survive, it seems that fate will find out and restart the cycle.

"It feels like the people behind the scenes started planning it ten years ago, or even earlier. It's like using loops to hide loops."

Gao Ming had made four rounds of speculation before, one link within another, hidden and folded layer by layer. This allowed the people behind the scenes to deceive fate, and the variable Gao Ming appeared.

Crazy conjectures, crazy people, Gao Ming touched his heart filled with fragments of death memories. He didn't know what kind of ending would be worthy of these countless collapses and despair.

"Don't gather here anymore!" Zhuo Jun led Qian Junran back, and the two of them also got their clothes and mobile phones.

Zhuo Jun directly put his mobile phone into his pocket and communicated with the teacher who was also wearing the uniform of the Bureau of Investigation; Qian Junran only focused on dressing, and after being talked into by his classmates for a few words, he opened the button on his mobile phone in front of everyone. information.

Everyone looked there, and a long message was displayed on Qian Junran's screen - It might not be good if you come... But if you don't come, brother, I will be finished. I still have... at home... You better come, everyone misses you.

Qian Junran had this kind of character when he was in school. He was tangled up, being a good person was not good enough, and being a bad person was not bad enough.

It looked like the text message was from him. It was eloquent and full of hundreds of words, but he had no impression of it.

"The murderer has been identified." Du Bai whispered, walking past Qian Junran.

"Who is the murderer?" Qian Junran put on his clothes, and now he roughly understood the situation. He sneezed and wanted to ask, but his classmates were far away from him.

The morning class ended like this. During lunch time, the students were no longer as lively as before, and many people did not sit together.

"SMS has further divided us." Several male classmates from 1314 were still sitting at the same dining table. Wang Jie put his phone on the table indifferently: "Actually, there is nothing to hide. You all know my personality. If sacrificing him alone would allow everyone to live, I would definitely choose to sacrifice him."

Wang Jie clicked on the text message he sent. He didn't hide anything. The content of the text message was also very direct. He just wanted the 51st student to come over.

"People like you are in the minority after all." Before Xishan finished speaking, Du Bai also disclosed the text message. He was also deceiving the 51st student, lying in the hope that the other party would come to everyone.

"What about you?" Du Bai and Wang Jie sat together, looking at Xishan and Gao Ming opposite them: "Based on the results, most of the students chose to let him sacrifice themselves."

"I..." Xishan shook his head and worked hard to cook. Gao Ming also remained silent.

The meal time passed quickly. The first class in the afternoon was Chinese. The teacher wearing the uniform of the Bureau of Investigation explained each area of ​​the school in detail and listed some rooms in the activity building and laboratory building as restricted areas.

The investigation bureau teacher's class was boring, but the students wished that get out of class would never end, at least they wouldn't have to face all kinds of ghosts here.

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the hearts of all the students were lifted again.

The next class is art, and the class is in classroom 2103 of the experimental building. The key is that the teacher from the Investigation Bureau just said in the previous class that art classroom 2104 is one of the restricted areas, and the place where they teach is next to the restricted area.

"It's a blessing, not a curse. We can't avoid it. Let's go there early and leave a good impression on the art teacher." Xishan had given up resistance. He took the lead to leave the teaching building and enter the laboratory building.

The two buildings are on the same campus, but the interior feels completely different. The teaching building seems to be shrouded in false sunshine, and it seems to have sunk into a deep cave. It is damp and cold, and even the walls are cold. .

Pushing open the door of classroom 2103, the room was filled with easels, with pieces of white paper taped to them.

The students took their seats according to their student numbers. When the bell rang, the door of the art room closed by itself.

The cloth cover on the blackboard fell off, and there were five paintings that looked very uncomfortable.

"One of these five paintings was painted by the murderer, and the other four were painted by the victims. You have thirty minutes to find the painting of the murderer and copy it."

A woman's voice came from the art room in the 2104 restricted area next door, seeming to be talking to the students.