Girls’ Dormitory Escape

    Let's not say an hour, it only takes a few minutes from waking up to the moment I die. There is obviously a problem with the time displayed on the phone.

     Signaling the roommate to be quiet, Tang Xinjue counted in a low voice:

    “1, 2, 3, 4, 5…”

    In the fifth second, the time jumps to 9:01. After another five seconds, the screen changed to 9:02.

    Zheng Guo held their breath and their pupils contracted. What's the situation?

    "From this," Tang Xinjue put down the phone and concluded: "The flow of time in the test is about 12 times faster than the real time."

    From 8:00 am to 8:00 pm, on the surface, it is 12 hours, but in fact, there is only one hour left for their actual action!

    —To be more precise, if you remove just 5 minutes, now there are only 55 minutes left.

      .

    Guo Guo's expression collapsed: "This game is too tricky! So what can we do now?"

    "You can't be blind like a headless fly. Just like doing a question, you must first clarify the logic and entry point of the question."

    Tang Xinjue calmed down instead. She took out a piece of paper and wrote two words: Xiaohong, dormitory.

    Xiaohong and the dormitory are connected by a line, "From the title, Xiaohong is a member of our dormitory, here are her lost items, and her desk, when night falls, She would walk around the bedroom."

    Guo Guo froze and listened carefully.

    Tang Xinjue drew a circle on the line: "In this case, Xiaohong will definitely leave traces of her life in the dormitory. Maybe it's daily necessities, maybe it's other clues, find these things, It can further decipher Xiaohong's identity information."

    In the questions and tips of the test, the words "Xiaohong has a boyfriend" and "Xiaohong loves clean" are mentioned. If Xiaohong's information is not important, these tips will not be given.

    The initial action was determined, and the three immediately set off for action.

    Because everyone knows their own things best, the three first searched their own beds, desks, wardrobes and washing areas. related.

    "Be careful when looking for it."

    Tang Xinjue lowered her eyes, "After all, Xiaohong doesn't like her desk being messed up."

    Zheng Wanqing responded quickly and continued to move like a fly, but Guo Guo was stunned for a moment, and seemed to realize something. She pursed her lips with a pale face, and carefully moved to her position to check.

    There was only the sound of tables and chairs moving and rummaging in the room. About five minutes later, a suppressed exclamation suddenly sounded from Guo Guo: "I have an extra notebook here!"

    Guo Guo shivered and pointed to the small bookshelf beside her desk, which was a dark red notebook with half of its cover exposed. Obviously, Guo Guo was too scared to take it out when he found it. Only take half.

    Tang Xinjue came over and took it out, the skin touched the cover, and she could feel the abnormally low temperature on it, which reminded her of the white monster last night, which was also cold and cold... This is the commonality of ghosts in the game Where is it?

    Opening the inner page, the first page draws a crooked matchstick figure, wearing a skirt, with long hair hanging down to the thigh, with obvious features.

    "Looks like Xiaohong herself."

    Tang Xinjue turned to the second page, with a few lines of words scrawled on it.

    [9.01 I’m so nervous about going on a date, what if I don’t like it? My roommate advised me to prepare well, oh they are so sweet, my roommate is the best roommate in the world. ]

    Next page.

    [9.02 The cosmetics I bought online have arrived. I don’t know how to use it. I can only sit in front of the mirror and cry. He must be trying to make me a fool, see me laughing! Nasty bitch! I'm going to punish them...]

    Next page.

    [9.03 Well, they have already paid the price, forgive them for the time being. ]

    [By the way, I'm going on a date with (crossed out) tonight, I have to prepare well. My roommate said that they would help me remember things, and if I lost it, I would just ask them. Oh, they are so caring. My roommate is the best roommate in the world. ]

    ... After reading the last sentence, several people invariably complained in their hearts: I believe in you.

    Oh, no, this one seems like a real ghost.

    Further, the following pages are blank, and the record is interrupted.

    The air was silent for two seconds, Guo Guo suddenly asked in a low voice, "We, what day is today?"

    "September 4th."

    “…then is it not today?”

    According to the time in the diary, Xiaohong will write a new diary today. Combining the records on September 2, it is not difficult to infer that if Tang Xinjue and the others fail to find what Xiaohong lost, they will be punished like those roommates who did not make up her before.

    What is the penalty? Nobody knows.

     Putting the notebook back where it was, Tang Xinjue glanced at the time, 12 times the speed passed, and it was now 11 noon.

    Zheng Wanqing made a grunt in her stomach, followed by Guo Guo, both of them looked embarrassed and looked at Tang Xinjue a little overwhelmed.

    Tang Xinjue pressed the position of her lower abdomen: "I also feel very hungry, as if half a day has really passed."

    If it's just a few hours of thrilling last night and not eating in the morning, they can bear it, but no one can bear it after a few meals. Tang Xinjue did not hesitate, "Let's eat first."

    Zheng Wanqing gritted her teeth, "You eat first, I can still support..."

    Before she finished speaking, she saw Tang Xinjue's body sway, and hurriedly rushed over to help her on the chair, "Are you alright!"

    Tang Xinjue looked very thin and very malnourished at first, but at this moment her face was pale, as if the wind would disperse, and she was too weak. She raised her eyelids and whispered to reassure: "It's okay, I'm just a little low blood sugar, I just fainted."

    Zheng Wanqing didn't listen at all, hurriedly grabbed all the snacks on her table, and opened the bag to feed the bread into Tang Xinjue's mouth, "Guo Guo, you are stunned and dry. Well, hurry up to get the water, you're about to faint without reading the heart formula?"

    "I'm fine, just eat something, you don't mind me..."

    Seeing Zheng Wanqing's completely unbelieving gaze, Tang Xinjue sighed helplessly, knowing that she was speaking for nothing. After all, her dignified appearance of weak Liu Fufeng is really unconvincing.

    Besides, she did not feel very good just now, check the [body information], and see that there is another negative attribute above:

    [Excessive hunger, health -3]

    Zheng Wanqing and Guo Guo also lost 5 and 7 health points. Guo Guo's health bar fell directly below the yellow line, changing from [Health] to [Minor Injury].

    Guo Guo wanted to cry without tears, "How come my health bar drops so fast! Does anyone care about me!"

    Tossing for a long time, Tang Xinjue, who looked the weakest, was actually the least damaged. After swallowing two butter buns, resting for less than a minute, he shook his head and stood up, "I'm fine, go ahead and continue."

    In order to prevent the other two from not believing, she opened [Identity Information] and stretched forward, the hunger state had disappeared, and even the influence of san value had recovered, and the health bar was directly full to 100%.

    The two who are still gobbling up and fighting against the negative state: "...???"

    Guo Guo: "God Jue, your appearance and physical fitness are definitely inversely proportional, right? My dear, Lin Daiyu was written with you as the prototype, right?"

    "Have you seen Lin Daiyu holding the toilet?" Tang Xinjue smiled, clapped her hands and returned to the closet.

    Two double-door wardrobes are arranged at the entrance of the bedroom door, and the cabinet doors are marked with numbers 1 to 4. Perhaps in order to save the cramped length of the bedroom, the wardrobe is designed to be narrow and deep, and it is dark inside at first glance, and you need to put your head in to see the inside clearly.

    I didn't feel anything before, but only now I realize that these deep corners all reveal a dangerous atmosphere that is enough to brew a horror movie. Tang Xinjue frowned, pressed the thought down temporarily, and concentrated on searching.

    After a few seconds, she suddenly thought about it and looked at the right corner of the cabinet along her intuition.

    Although she hasn't seen it yet, the strong premonition that suddenly appeared tells her that there is a high probability of something there.

    Suppressing my heart palpitations, I rummaged through my clothes a few times, and sure enough I found a cold hard metal object. When I pulled out my hand, there was already a mobile phone in my palm.

    "What is this, a phone?"

    "You stupid, this phone is not hers in Xinjue's closet, it must be the little, little red! It's... how does it look so retro?"

    The two hurried over holding the half-eaten bread, staring at each other.

    No wonder Zheng Wanqing couldn't recognize it, the pink flip phone with rhinestones, the style and size are all designed many years ago, and the strong sense of age is blowing. It looks like a toy if it is not really usable after opening.

    Tang Xinjue thoughtful: "It seems that our roommate Xiaohong is a little early for school."

    Just like the mobile phone without a lock screen in that era, the interface lights up as soon as you open the cover. There are no programs in it, just basic functions such as phone calls, text messages, and cameras.

    "There is no network signal, but there is a communication signal."

    Open the address book, there are only four contacts in it, the mobile phone number is displayed as a mess of garbled characters, only the remarks can barely be seen clearly.

    Black characters on a white background, with four remarks arranged in sequence: "Dear, my best friend Xiaolu, a counselor, and a supermarket owner."

    Tang Xinjue read the remarks one by one, raised her eyebrows, and before she could say anything, something in her hand suddenly vibrated.

    "ding ding ding, ding ding ding—"

    On the screen of the mobile phone, a strange call alert appeared.

    "Fogcao, the ghost is calling?" Guo Guo pulled Zheng Wanqing and ducked back, as if being overly frightened had become a conditioned reflex, and her eyes were full of fear, "You won't answer, will you? "

    At this moment, in her mind, a hundred ways to die, led by the midnight bell, have emerged. But seeing Tang Xinjue lowered her eyes and thought for two seconds, she still clicked to answer.

    "Beep-beep-"

    "Hello, hello, can you hear me?"

    Accompanied by rapid breathing, a familiar anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.