Forces of Temptation

Chapter 54: Sand, Sand, Sand (19)

Nanzhou put the sketchbook and charcoal pen on the fire hydrant nearby.

He leaned against the wide window glass, dialed the number, and put the phone to his ear: "Brother Fang, come to me."

Jiang Fang on the other side pressed against his ear and breathed a sigh of relief.

…It seems to be letting go of some burden.

The heavy burden of not speaking for 10 hours brushed Nan Zhou's ear tips lightly like a feather through the radio waves, a little itchy.

Jiang Fang asked: "Where are you?"

Nan Zhou touched his ears: "This side of classroom 403."

Jiang Fang: "Don't look for Xie Xiangyu?"

Nan Zhou: "Yeah. He's right next to me."

Xie Xiangyu: "…"

Before he could make a decent response, Nan Zhou temporarily moved the phone away from his ear.

He said to the shadowed direction, "You can run."

"But if you don't join us, once Sun Guojing is successfully replaced, we will reshuffle the cards here, and you will be the next pick."

"You think about it."

After he finished speaking, he put the phone to his ear again: "Brother Fang, you don't have to rush here, call Sun Guojing and the three back together. I'll wait for you."

After hanging up, Nan Zhou looked up again and looked at the empty corridor.

The light and shadow of light and shade are very wonderful, they revolve with the objects, the vision is illusion, and the corridor is divided into obvious yin and yang sides.

It made him want to draw a sketch.

However, the shadow that was originally superimposed on his own shadow disappeared.

Xie Xiangyu did not respond to his words.

Nanzhou has some regrets.

He thought, maybe he shouldn't be scared.

You should grab Xie Xiangyu's hair first, hit the wall next to her, and then talk to him.

But he quickly rejected the idea.

In case of being hit and killed, not good.

Fortunately, he was not worried that Xie Xiangyu would attack him.

In a state of alert, no one can do anything to him unless he wants to, unless it is a full moon.

At the same time as Nan Zhou walked towards the stairway, he planned to open a new page of sketch paper, intending to copy the classroom map hanging on the stairway.

However, after taking a step, Nanzhou stopped.

No writing is visible on the blank paper.

But when he turned the page, his fingertips touched a subtle embossing in the lower right corner.

…words.

He stroked the paper and read the message with his fingertips.

If nothing else, the fonts are pretty and unfamiliar.

It is only Xie Xiangyu who can stick to his body and leave such information that is difficult to identify with the naked eye.

The question is, when did Xie Xiangyu leave the message?

Nan Zhou thought about it for a moment, and let out a faint "ah".

…when you keep your sketchpad and pen handy by the fire hydrant.

In addition to a string of phone numbers, there are two characters.

Nan Zhou repeated those two words with his fingertips many times.

His long eyelashes blinked slightly, showing a slightly confused look.

The next second, Nan Zhou stabbed, tore off the entire piece of sketch paper, and quickly rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

The sound of tearing was loud, and it even formed a little echo in the empty and straight corridor.

…

When Jiang Fang and his party came to the fifth floor of the east, Nan Zhou was sitting in front of the maple tree and wrote the last few strokes to the sketchbook.

Everything was the same as before the three of Sun Guojing left.

Nan Zhou waved his hand and handed the redrawn structural diagram of the house on the fifth floor of the east to the crowd.

He did not mention the torn painting.

During the circulation, Nan Zhou briefly described his findings.

When the sketchbook was handed over to Jiang Fang, Nan Zhou had almost let Sun Guojing and the others understand how to break the game.

Jiang Fang took a look at the jagged outline of the previous sketch paper that was barely torn through the gaps in the paper.

But he didn't turn it over, just gently stroked the piece of paper with his fingertips.

His fingertips stagnate for a while in the lower right corner of the paper, then hang down naturally, as if he never found this clue.

A group of people re-entered the east fifth floor and verified Nanzhou's conjectures.

There is a weird space on the fourth floor.

It does not exist in human vision.

Does not exist in the classroom map.

It is a non-existent existence.

And what Qi Tianyun thought of that day was not wrong.

As long as they enter the correct "classroom" at the right time and change the order, there is a great possibility of a safe transition of this dungeon.

The eyes of the three elders were astonishingly bright, their eyes looking at Nan Zhou were no longer awkward, full of infinite gratitude and admiration.

Jiang Fang is very concerned about someone who is not present: "Where's Xie Xiangyu?"

Nan Zhou said: "He's gone."

Sun Guojing, who was originally smiling, couldn't help but become worried again: "This...one person is missing, what can I do?"

Nan Zhou said: "It doesn't matter. He will come."

Qi Tianyun's thoughts are still quite lively. After being inspired by Nan Zhou, he immediately reacted.

"He originally wanted to kill people to disrupt the order, but after all he can't guarantee that his way of passing the level is absolutely correct! Now there is a better way, if we really have fewer people, his If the method doesn't work, then he's finished! So he can only join us!"

Speaking, Qi Tianyun looked at Nan Zhou eagerly, obviously wanting to get a positive answer from him.

"No." Nan Zhou said ruthlessly, "I didn't think so."

Qi Tianyun: “…”

Nan Zhou said directly: "The copy will also take into account the situation of someone dying."

"If Sun Guojing dies, we will be completely missing one person. Could it be that as long as one player dies, the way to pass the level will be blocked? All other players can only wait to die ?"

"It's impossible for the game to be so unbalanced."

"So, the staff is uneven, I don't think the impact will be very big. So I asked Brother Fang to find you and gather together. As long as Xie Xiangyu can't find a chance to start, he can only follow Let's go at our pace."

Speaking of this, Nan Zhou looked at Qi Tianyun: "But there is one thing, you are right."

"Unless he wants to trade his own death for the failure of our entire mission, he will definitely join us."

"Because he has only one person. No matter how convenient the action is, no teammate can replace the order with him."

Thinking of his act of jumping from the building last night, Nan Zhou added: "He cherishes his life."

Sun Guojing couldn't help muttering: "But he still ran away."

Qi Tianyun patted Sun Guojing on the shoulder: "Old Sun, don't think about it. If you were him, would you dare to come and tell us to join us now?"

Sun Guojing: "…"

He thought of that little **** who ran into their dormitory in the middle of the night and kept befriending his three brothers. As a result, he came to look for clues, and coaxed them to explore the way. Back stabbing their idea at a critical time, it tickled the roots of their teeth.

If Xie Xiangyu was in front of him now, he would definitely hit his back molars into his throat.

Qi Tianyun continued: "...If I were him, I would definitely hide. After seven o'clock, 'that place' opens, and I will follow up secretly."

"Fuck." Sun Guojing said angrily, "When we enter, we will immediately close the door for him!"

Nan Zhou was not very interested in venting and complaining about Sun Guojing and others.

He laid out their direction of action succinctly: "Now, just wait."

…

After repeated tests, the extra eight-step "non-existent" space is just next to the right side of classroom 403.

So, classroom 403 was requisitioned again.

They have to wait here until 7pm.

Now, all it takes for them is patience.

To pass the time, they plan to play Ludo.

But after taking out all the pieces, they realized they had lost the board.

I can't find it anywhere, so I can only give up.

In the end, they chose the landlord.

The wager per round is one meal.

Li Yinhang is not very good at playing, so he chooses to watch the battle.

Luo Ge didn't fall asleep all night, and now he is relaxed, lying on the table and sleeping like a dead pig.

Although Sun Guojing and Qi Tianyun didn't sleep all night, they were so excited that they couldn't sleep at all when they saw the life of the twist and turn was just around the corner.

Sun Guojing nagging, this time, as soon as he goes out, he will go to the "Douzhuan Casino" in Zhijincheng to gamble. The best bet is to win a big one.

He gritted his teeth and said, "As long as you win, you don't have to die."

Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou looked at each other.

…This is how the customers of "Douzhuan Casino" come.

After experiencing a struggle on the edge of life and death, everyone will be afraid and feel guilty.

So, the more fearful and the more you want to escape, the more you want to take shortcuts.

Even if the shortcut is a spider silk hanging on the Baizhang cliff, the hunter's beast clip, the fisher's bait, they will win for the one of "ten bets and nine losses" , go for a fight.

Nanzhou reminded them: "Gambling will lose."

"Hi." Sun Guojing said indifferently, "If I can survive this time, my luck will be in the sky."

Nan Zhou glanced at Jiang Fang: - look at them.

Jiang Fang understood, smiled and handed the shuffled cards forward: "Then draw cards?"

As long as it is a game that is related to cards, Jiang Fang can get started with any strange gameplay.

Not to mention this popular card game.

He didn't do anything, didn't cheat, used the most orderly way of playing, and only used ten cards to make Sun Guojing want to go to the casino and become a gambling **** to win a happy game The thought vanished in a flash.

Nanzhou has never played this card game before.

His attitude is serious, his mind is flexible, and he can understand at a bit.

Losing is bad luck.

With several hands in a row, what he draws is either a small card, or a garbage card that cannot be connected into a straight or a pair at all, one missing in the east and one in the west.

The cards in other people's hands are finished, and he still has a lot of cards in his hand.

…The game experience can not be said to be extremely bad, basically it can be said that there is no.

Nanzhou's competitive spirit was also inspired a little bit.

But his luck is really bad.

Finally, when he got the twelfth deck of cards, Nan Zhou pursed his lips and carefully arranged and combined the cards in his hand.

Jiang Fang, who grabbed the landlord, held the four twos and two kings in his hand, and asked Nanzhou with a smile, "Is the card good?"

Nan Zhou stared at the card face with a very cautious expression: "Well."

After a few rounds of miscellaneous cards, Nanzhou played a three-band-one.

He had four threes, a small bomb, that he finally drew.

There is also a straight.

Play a straight and he wins.

Sun Guojing and Qi Tianyun, who were dejected and took a bad hand, both expressed their dislike.

It's Jiang Fang's turn.

He glanced at Nan Zhou's slightly bent lips, and the corners of his mouth curled up happily.

Jiang Fang has always been very accurate in counting cards.

He could even guess what cards Nanzhou had and how he planned to play next.

So Jiang Fang played his card: "Three with one. Three twos with one two."

Nan Zhou's eyes lit up when he heard "Three Belts and One".

He fired four three "bombs" logically.

All three said they were sorry.

Nan Zhou played a straight and finally won the game.

There was no expression on his face, but he was very happy.

Jiang Fang directly mixed the cards in his hand with the cards he had already played, smiled gracefully at Nan Zhou, and blinked his eyes.

Looking at him like this, Nan Zhou is a little itchy again and wants to play with his eyelashes.

Sun Guojing and Qi Tianyun didn't sleep all night, and lost their heads again. In addition, Jiang Fang's tone was so reasonable that they didn't realize that three twos took one two. What's wrong with this shit.

Sun Guojing threw the card in his hand, and was about to say something when he suddenly shouted, the whole person bounced off the ground and stood up, gasping for breath.

Qi Tianyun, who tied his feet with ropes, was almost dragged to the ground by him.

Nan Zhou looked up: "What's wrong?"

Sun Guojing's eyes were all red, and the muscles in his throat were so convulsed that he couldn't speak at all.

After a while, he choked up: "…You guys, did you hear it?"

"I heard..."

Sun Guojing's whole body was used to make sounds.

His tall figure slowly trembled and softened.

"The eighth..."

"The rustling..."

"The second to last..."

The faces of everyone who pieced together a valid message from his broken and broken words changed greatly.

Li Yinhang immediately grabbed his phone and checked the time.

It is 12:30 noon.

There are 6 and a half hours left until 7pm.

Sun Guojing made a terrified gurgling sound in his throat.

He covered his ears, trying to resist the constant rustling.

"It's here again..."

"It doesn't want me to live..."

Qi Tianyun grabbed his shoulder, gritted his teeth and comforted him: "Old Sun! Calm down! Wait until seven! Wait until seven and everything will be fine!"

Sun Guojing's pale lips trembled violently.

Cold teeth and hot lips touched together, making him cold.

He murmured, "…I can't wait to get it?"

…

The card can no longer be played.

Sun Guojing sat next to the two brothers without saying a word.

The closer to seven o'clock, the more serious the anxiety of Sun Guojing.

After the thumb nail was bitten by him, he began to pick the barb on his thumb frequently.

Even if I get blood dripping, I can't stop.

Almost every minute, he glances at the clock.

Every second of time passes, like an ant crawling over him.

It's half past five.

It's six o'clock.

It's a quarter past six...

Sun Guojing prayed silently.

He reflected on all the wrong things he had done in his life.

He prayed in his mind to all the gods he knew.

He hoped to come early at seven.

Under the nervous stare of Sun Guojing, the clock finally reluctantly pointed to six fifty.

Ten minutes to go!

Sun Guojing's teeth were sore and soft, sweating like pulp, tears welling up from the corners of his eyes.

The **** and the waiting are coming to an end…

Seven minutes left!

…

Five minutes left!

Four minutes!

Finally, Sun Guojing couldn't bear it any longer.

He suddenly stood up and grabbed Qi Tianyun's shoulder: "Let's wait in the corridor!"

But the moment he blurted out—

"Sand—"

The screeching sound of death rang deep in Sun Guojing's eardrum.

As if afraid that he could not hear clearly enough, the voice repeated playfully again.

"Sand—"

Next, Sun Guojing watched his hand pass over Qi Tianyun's shoulder.

Qi Tianyun was staring at the countdown on the phone.

The ropes connecting him, Qi Tianyun and Luo Ge all fell off his hands and feet.

Sun Guojing stood there blankly, and grabbed Qi Tianyun's shoulder several times.

He can still stand on the ground.

But the rope can't hold him.

He couldn't hold anything else.

Anything that would allow him to communicate with other people was out of his reach.

After being stunned for a few seconds, a white shadow appeared in Sun Guojing's peripheral vision.

Sun Guojing turned his head to look, his pupils tightened suddenly.

He screamed and stepped back quickly.

—Sun Guojing finally understood why Zuo Jiaming was running away.

Because at the moment when the ninth rustling sounded, he saw a monster sticking its head out from the entrance of classroom 403.

It was an indescribable object.

Innumerable, indistinguishable snow-white human figures, arched on the ground, entangled into a huge, disgusting strip.

Swish.

Like a venomous cry.

It's like a call from the underworld.

It's like the almost cursed whisper after Zuo Jiaming's death message:

“—I went.”

"Sun Guojing, when are you coming?"

Sun Guojing screamed and ran to the back of classroom 403.

The snow-white monster was unhurried, with its soft and flexible legs rubbing against each other, climbing up the steps like a chrysalis, and rustling towards the Sun Country border.

The other five are doing their own thing.

They couldn't see what Sun Guojing was facing.

In the desperate situation of being unable to rely on others, Sun Guojing burst out with an amazing desire to survive.

He jumped on the table suddenly, narrowly avoiding a hand that was grabbing towards him, stepping on the stepped table with a loud noise, dashing all the way down, lifting The legs crossed the white unnamed monster wriggling on the ground and rushed out of classroom 403!

The only thing that can confirm the existence of Sun Guojing in this world is the sensor light in the corridor.

With the last glimmer of hope and hope, Sun Guojing turned right and ran to the location of the non-existent space estimated before they entered classroom 403.

However, Sun Guojing's hope, like a little light on a match, was suddenly blown out by the wind.

…there was just one dark wall.

No doors! There is no door!

Sun Guojing turned his head to look at classroom 403, cold sweat dripping wildly down his popliteal fossa.

The monster has moved from the door of 403 and crawled out, filling the entire corridor, and slowly coming towards him.

Sand—

Sun Guojing was heartbroken, strode to the window at the end of the corridor, without slowing down, he broke the glass and jumped straight from the fourth floor!

Last time he was upside down.

This time, he hopes he can land smoothly.

Please, help me, help me—

Anyone, help me...

…

Nanzhou is not looking at the time.

He kept staring at Sun Guojing.

But he didn't know when he ran away.

It seems that Sun Guojing has always been there and has not moved.

It also seemed...he was just staring at a blank space from beginning to end.

Until the sensor light outside the door lights up for no reason, Nan Zhou looked up, his expression condensed.

Jiang Fang, who has been doing the same thing with him, also found something.

He suddenly got up, and his voice became hurried: "...Where is Sun Guojing?"

Hearing this, a group of people suddenly rioted.

Luo Ge and Qi Tianyun looked at the rope that fell off at some point, and their faces turned blue.

They ran out of classroom 403 back and forth, only to find that a door was opened at an unknown time next to 403.

It was a normal classroom door.

There is a warm light inside.

The door was left open, and a silent invitation was issued in the corridor.

…Please.

Please enter the urn.

Last Friday night, Hu Li, who arrived first and didn't have the key, was just bewitched by this.

Nanzhou quickly came to the door.

There is no sign on the door, nothing to prove its function.

Just a nameless little classroom that shouldn't exist.

He saw the scene inside the door at a glance.

Inside the door is a small empty room without tables and chairs, about 8 or 9 meters long and 6 or 7 meters wide.

There are still traces of carnival in it.

There are several drink bottles thrown in the corner.

The ground was littered with chili crumbs left over from the barbecue, and mottled sugar stains formed by spilled beverages.

…and a Ludo chessboard lying quietly under a table.

When he grasped the door handle of the non-existent door, a cool chill passed through his palm and stabbed straight into Nanzhou's brain like a blade.

They are standing on the torso and hands and feet of those snow-white human bodies that extend from the door in threads and cobwebs.

Everyone can't see it, and Nanzhou can't see it either.

Qi Tianyun pulled a Luo Pavilion and said in a trembling voice: "Let's go in! There is still help for the old grandson!"

Jiang Fang dragged Qi Tianyun's hand: "It's no help."

Qi Tianyun was furious: "You're **** helpless!"

Jiang Fang was not angry and asked, "Why did he disappear?"

With this reminder, Qi Tianyun's face turned pale at the moment of epiphany.

…Sun Guojing, I heard the ninth rustling!

Even if they go in now, he is completely entangled by that force.

…really…don’t help…

When Qi Tianyun and Luo Ge both sat on the ground, their eyes were dull, Sun Guojing's screams sounded silently from the stairwell.

He fell prey to cobwebs.

Shining fangs are about to bite at it.

Nanzhou was still standing in front of the door, holding the icy-biting handrail, pushing and pulling repeatedly, as if she was experimenting with something.

He closed the door.

The light source inside disappeared instantly.

The crack of the door was pitch black, and no light could see through.

He opened the door again.

The warm light of goose-yellow shines through the door again.

It seems that this classroom exists by attaching to this door that appeared out of nowhere.

…No one knows what Nan Zhou is thinking.

Everyone could not guess Nan Zhou's heart, nor could they hear or see the death situation facing Sun Guojing.

All they could see was the silent voice-activated lights shining in front of them from the other side of the stairwell.

The yin-white hands and feet rolled like clouds, pulling its prey with satisfaction, and closing in on the door.

Just when Sun Guojing's feet were only half a meter away from the door, Nan Zhou, who was holding the door handle, suddenly raised his foot and kicked the door shaft.

At the moment when a harsh crack sounded—

"Recycling." Nan Zhou said clearly, "...I said, item recycling."

…as sudden as it appears.

Sun Guojing stepped on the edge of the wall of the door just now, trying his best to do the last resistance.

But the huge pull on the foot was gone the next moment.

However, when Qi Tianyun and Luo Ge met him, who was lying on the ground, their expressions were even more astonished than his.

“…Old Sun? How did you—”

Sun Guojing didn't have time to think about what happened, so he went straight to the arms of the two brothers and wept bitterly.

At this time, the long-silent game system prompt sound also sounded in Nan Zhou's mind.

"Congratulations to player Nanzhou—"

"Congratulations—"

"Christ—"