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When the iron door creaked.

In the dark corner of the staircase, Chi Fei closed his eyes tightly and suddenly opened them.

With an expression of luck and a hint of resentment afterward, he slowly moved his body, and his mimic body was briefly digitized, freed from the restraints, and returned to his normal form again.

"Sure enough, he is a level 1 player. His heart is not ruthless enough, and his understanding of players is so insufficient. How could a level 2 player be easily knocked unconscious by external forces..."

Chi Fei lowered his head and looked at his naked body, feeling ashamed and annoyed.

It was like this when he obtained this low-level NPC mimic, and now he has to start all over again.

After clenching his fists, Chi Fei sneered and had the idea of ​​​​revenge and go back.

He stood up, gritted his teeth, opened the copy map, and posted a coordinate mark to share.

And label it as 'Purple Box'.

"I've stumbled on you twice. No matter how lucky a level 1 player is, when all the other players in the dungeon come over, you will definitely die."

After sharing the coordinates here, he immediately turned off the map, cutting off the possibility of being tracked by other players, and sprinted away from the back entrance of Mingde High School.

At the same time, 10 players distributed in the Mingde map all saw the coordinates of the box exposed by an anonymous player.

Mingde High School, cafeteria.

The man in a suit was a little embarrassed at the moment. He hid under the dining table and tried hard to suppress his breathing.

"Purple boxes share coordinates?"

Cheng Lu breathed a sigh of relief. The crazy woman didn't catch up with her anymore. She probably saw the news about the purple box and didn't bother to waste any more energy fighting with him.

Although the woman couldn't really seriously hurt him, she was still quite annoying. In order to get rid of her, I had to temporarily give up on unboxing. I couldn't find the whereabouts of the A-level. I also missed several C-level and B-level players, which were robbed by the brother and sister players.

First.

"Um?"

Cheng Lu looked at the shared coordinates of the 'Purple Box' and exited before seeing the message from Liu Hao.

The opponent's profile picture in the team has been grayed out.

"It's level 4 again... In addition to Anna, there are actually level 4 players entering this dungeon..."

Cheng Lu inserted his hand into the messy hair on his forehead and combed it back while silently pondering, what is so special about this copy that it will attract three known level 4 players?

He originally thought that with his lv3 level, he would be at ease in this copy.

"Gu...Huai?"

Anna is chasing herself because of this A-level NPC who is not in the dungeon...

Cheng Lu frowned and glanced at the coordinates where Liu Hao sent the message.

The last location disappeared in the school's open dungeon map, near a lake.

"Johnny, let's take a look. Liu Hao has always been a thief. He might have hidden unboxing resources and mission clues."

He left a message for Johnny, but he didn't rush to move.

Without Anna's interference for the time being, he had to hurry up and complete the main mission of this copy. He had dual card skills of spirit and healing, so it would not be difficult to survive long enough.

And currently, he has not encountered any energy impact from that 'ghost', and the biggest threat is his own kind.

Those players who are higher level than him.

"Strange... the normal game flow design should not allow all of us players to enter this instance. Will the 'ghosts' set up numerous obstacles and interference for us to increase the difficulty of survival?"

Looking at it now, the 'ghost' hidden in this copy seems not to pay any attention to so many strange players appearing on campus.

He had previously opened boxes with other teammates, but did not attract any hatred from the hidden boss in this instance. The only risk resistance he encountered was Anna.

This is very abnormal. The 'ghost' has been killed by a more powerful player a long time ago and failed to make waves.

Or is there something else that this 'ghost' is focusing on...or maybe there are other unlucky players who have attracted away the firepower?

"Are there any...variables I'm overlooking?"

Cheng Lu is good at deciphering, but the direction of this copy makes him have a vague sense of direction.

After being here for so long, he has triggered very few clues to help complete the plot unlock so far.

The only inference he could make with confidence was that the cause and effect of the main mission of this dungeon was that in Class 1, Grade 3, the 'ghost' might be in it.

"But why did that Anna come out so quickly after going in...and she still forced me to ask about Gu Huai's whereabouts?"

Cheng Lu was thoughtful. Anna had a high level. She contacted the NPC in that class and successfully entered the first class of the third year of high school.

But he came out without doing anything.

He didn't go looking for the 'ghosts', but instead chased and killed them, as if he was sure that it was their group who secretly hunted Gu Huai.

However, Gu Huai was not in the dungeon, so it was obviously impossible for him to be the ghost.

And the two lv4s who besieged Liu Hao, could it be that like Anna, they were not running for ghosts, but entered this dungeon with another purpose?

"How can A-level be so easy to hunt..."

Cheng Lu was noncommittal. His level was lv3, and it was difficult to win favor at lv4. No matter what they wanted to do, just don't argue with them first.

The most important thing now is to find more clues related to Class 1, Grade 3.

"...more than five hours left."

After confirming that the crazy woman outside had left, Cheng Lu held on to the chair and got out from under the table.

Hula la——

Bang!

In the empty and quiet cafeteria, the sudden sound of falling to the ground made Cheng Lu, who had just stood up, freeze.

He turned around and saw the iron lunch boxes scattered on the floor, and then he calmed down slightly.

When did so many lunch boxes pile up on this table?