Strange game designer

"Would you like one?" Ding Yuan took out a pack of cigarettes from the most hidden pocket of the Investigation Bureau uniform.

"Quit." Gao Ming shook his head, and he and other members of the Huanmen Investigation Bureau followed Ding Yuan.

They didn't find Yan Xizhi even at noon. There were various signs that someone took advantage of the school rules to be affected and attacked Yan Xizhi.

"Principal Yan is the last spiritual pillar of Hande Scholar Academy. Her disappearance will cause the collapse of order and the school will be reshuffled." Ding Yuan put his hands on the window: "If the school rules are not restored, Situ An will definitely take action tonight."

"You have great confidence in Situ An." Gao Ming's plan was to start tonight.

"It's not that I have confidence in Situ An, but that I have confidence in the Investigation Bureau that he represents." Ding Yuan smelled the cigarette: "Don't think that the Investigation Bureau is too incompetent. We are facing the invasion of the shadow world. One of the key reasons for the defeat is that only when ghosts exist, there will be an Investigation Bureau. The greater the threat from ghosts, the greater the power of the Investigation Bureau."

"Do you think the Investigation Bureau can handle Level 4 abnormal events?" Gao Ming died many times, most of them were killed by ghosts, but some were tricked by the Investigation Bureau, such as when he became the director of the Lishan Investigation Bureau .

"In the short term, school rules have the advantage. In the long term, school rules have no chance of winning." Ding Yuan was reluctant to light a cigarette and just rubbed some tobacco leaves with his calloused fingers: "Investigators are the most numerous people in the investigation bureau. , is also the most basic existence. In addition to us, there are two departments: security and mystery. The mystery teller wears a pure white ring communicator. The level of each mystery teller is equivalent to the director, and the number is extremely rare. The identity of each person is confidential. It is said that they will also have suicide devices installed on their bodies. Once caught by a ghost, they will commit suicide immediately to make the research results and secrets about ghosts disappear from their minds."

"Strictly speaking, investigation and mystery narration are not violent agencies. What the Investigation Bureau really uses to fight against ghosts is security." Ding Yuan put the tobacco leaf under his nose: "Don't be deceived by this simple name. The security department's Each member wears a blood-red communicator, and it is said that they have the ability to kill ghosts."

"Can you kill ghosts? Then why is the Investigation Bureau still hiding them? And wasting the lives of a lot of investigators on the investigation?" Gao Ming did not expect Ding Yuan to tell him this. Maybe it was because after Yan Xizhi disappeared, Ding Yuan became more pessimistic.

"The number is too small. Most of the people in the security department have experienced the abnormal event that broke out in Xinhu half a year ago. Generally, investigators and debunkers will be dispatched to eliminate the abnormal event only after they have fully understood the rules of an abnormal event. But there are exceptions." Ding Yuan seemed to have a premonition of something: "If a Level 4 abnormal event breaks out, in order to prevent the Level 4 abnormal event from completely getting out of control and turning into a Level 5 abnormal event, the Investigation Bureau will dispatch the security department to assist the investigators at any cost."

"So you suspect that the security department of the Investigation Bureau will also enter the school to help Situ An." Gao Ming knew what Ding Yuan was worried about.

"This is a sure thing. In the long run, the Investigation Bureau will continuously send various forces to the school, and they will also become Situ An's help." Ding Yuan finally stuffed the cigarette back into the box: " The waters of the Investigation Bureau are very deep, and there are nineteen districts in the vast sea. Only by becoming a branch manager can you know certain secrets."

Thinking about it carefully, Situ An paid a heavy price to become the acting director of Hanhai East District Investigation Bureau. There are many branch managers like him.

"Get ready to go to class. I also have to do something." Ding Yuan pondered for a long time, as if he had made some decision.

"Do you want to find the new group of investigators who entered the school? Let them see Situ An's true face clearly?" Gao Ming shook his head.

"If you guess it like this, it will make me feel that my entanglement is cheap." Ding Yuan really admires Gao Ming. He usually always has a straight face and would never talk to people like this.

"Don't be impulsive. They won't believe you. You should protect yourselves first."

Now these are the only people in the Eastern District Investigation Bureau who know Situ An's true identity, and Gao Ming patiently persuaded them before leaving.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at the time. It was social practice class soon. Gao Ming came to the first floor of the experimental building in advance.

There has been no new information in the group chat of the students for a long time. Everyone has formed their own small group. There are fifty-one people in the class. The small chat group probably has as many minds as everyone.

"Wang Jie's group chat hasn't been updated yet. Is everyone busy?" Gao Ming glanced at his phone and observed the few chat messages, and his eyes slowly narrowed.

"When you feel deserted, it means that others have already caroused elsewhere."

Xia Yang's voice suddenly sounded, and he seemed to appear whenever Gao Ming had bad thoughts: "Your roommate may have betrayed you, and you became a sacrifice placed on the altar table by them."

"What is placed on the altar table is not necessarily a sacrifice." Gao Ming stretched his waist: "It may also be a statue of a god."

When there were still twenty minutes left before class, the students began to gather towards the laboratory building. Everyone was just like they were in the laboratory class many years ago, carrying textbooks and pens, chatting and laughing.

It has to be said that the students in Class 13 are far superior to ordinary people at least in terms of adaptability.

"Gao Ming, we went to the top floor and the library, but we didn't see the 51st student." Wang Jie and Du Bai came over immediately after seeing Gao Ming, feeling no different from usual.

"Where's Xishan? Aren't you two together?" Gao Ming didn't seem to be wary at all.

"That kid has no brains. He and Cai Meimei are together, and he is obsessed with sex." Du Bai pointed to the crowd. Xishan stood next to Cai Meimei, seeming to be trying his best not to look at Gao Ming.

"It turns out he was obsessed with sex. I thought you guys were obsessed with him and lost him." Gao Ming smiled, but Du Bai didn't continue talking.

The classmates were divided into several groups. Dormitory 1314 was together; they hugged each other to keep warm; Yuan Hui and Jifu had just come out of dormitory No. 6 and seemed to have gained something; Liu Yi stood alone in the corner; Qian Junran led two dormitories people gathered on the other side.

More and more students entered the laboratory building, and the preparation bell rang. Zhuo Jun and seven investigators appeared. They blocked the door of the laboratory building and stood at the back of Class 13 with gloomy faces.

"The social practice class is underground, everyone, follow me." Zhuo Jun led the way and opened the secret door at the end of the corridor.

Walking down the winding steps, there are hospitals, shops, and prisons. All buildings in reality have been transformed into rooms here.

There is no specific classroom here, everyone who comes here will become part of the experiment.

The list on the wall was torn up, and Zhuo Jun posted a new list of all the students in Class 13 at the entrance: "In this social practice, the longer you survive, the more things you get, including me, Everyone’s survival depends on this.”

Locking the door at the entrance of the corridor, the investigator behind Zhuo Jun walked towards each room in advance: "For most of the students in our class, this may be the last class you take, because social practice and campus life are not the same. It’s too similar, and the Bureau of Investigation can’t protect everyone in all aspects.”

"What are you talking about, when did the Investigation Bureau protect us?" Some of the classmates were irritated, and Yuan Hui wanted to spit on Zhuo Jun's face.

"Whatever you say." Zhuo Jun was not disturbed: "You are here to rehearse various problems you may encounter after entering society. You will have various identities, and everyone will be restricted by rules. Everyone also has his or her own life mission, for example..."

Zhuo Jun casually opened the door of the prison room and took out four identical voting papers. One of them said - Murderer: "Whoever gets this voting paper, what he needs to do is to kill a person." A classmate."

Showing the life mission on the back of the voting paper, Zhuo Jun walked up to Wang Jie with the voting paper and said, "This is yours."

"Fuck you!" Wang Jie waved his hand and knocked away the voting paper: "I have never killed anyone!"

"It's not you who choose the voting paper, but the voting paper that chooses you." Zhuo Jun stared at Wang Jie: "The social practice classroom will generate different identities for different people. There are four voting papers in the prison, which shows that in our class At least four people were guilty."

"I have a question." Ji Zhe's brother raised his hand: "I'm not from your class, and I was released after serving my sentence. Am I considered a criminal?"

"If you're not from our class, don't get involved." Zhuo Jun revealed the crimes on the back of the voting papers: "The crimes they committed will not be released, not even indefinitely. If they are caught, they will die."

The classmates whispered, but no one expected that there was not one murderer hidden in the class, but four.

"Wang Jie, Zhuo Jun...who could the other one be?" Gao Ming squinted in thought.

"Aren't they the other two?" Du Bai heard Gao Ming's voice. He was still confused at first, but then he broke into cold sweat.

Putting his arm on Du Bai's left shoulder, Gao Ming smiled and controlled Du Bai.

The investigator who entered the room in advance put all the voting papers into a white box. Zhuo Jun held the box in front of him: "Come and draw your identity. You will know later that I didn't lie to you."

After all the students drew their voting papers, Zhuo Jun placed the empty white box in the center of the venue: "Next, you will follow the instructions on your paper and go to your respective rooms. I hope you all survive this last class."

The crowd began to move, and what was disturbing was that not a single student walked toward the prison, and the four convict tickets were mixed in with the crowd.

"It's just a social practice class, who would really kill someone?" Wang Jie hooked Du Bai's right shoulder: "Zhuo Jun is sowing discord!"

Looking at Gao Ming and Wang Jie on the left and right, Du Bai silently opened the voting paper. His identity written on it was a teacher: "I want to go to the room representing the school, so I won't accompany you for now."

"What a coincidence, I'm going to school too."

"I was a teacher before I became a counselor, let's go together."

Du Bai felt bitter in his heart, he was placed in the middle, and the three of them walked towards the school room together.