Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 415: Transparent people

  Chapter 415 Fully transparent people

Hollow Man?

  And listening to this, there is more than one transparent person in the room.

   Xiaolan picked up another pen and wrote on the whiteboard.

   "Hmph, you are determined to lose."

  The floating pen paused, and then wrote, "You can talk, we can hear."

   "What are we better than?" Xiaolan cleared his throat and shouted at the empty classroom.

  The pen danced again, "The first game, rock, paper, scissors."

  Playing rock paper scissors with transparent people?

  "Start." Write slowly with the pen.

  No matter how much, Xiaolan raised his hand, yelled "Rock Paper Scissors", and waved her own rock.

  Continue writing with that pen.

"you win."

That's it?

  Although she didn’t know how she won, Xiaolan raised her chin proudly and waved her hand, “Come on, next game.”

   "You have to win three times in a row to be considered a win." The pen wrote stroke by stroke.

   "Okay, you have the final say," Xiao Lan rolled up his sleeves, "Rock, paper, scissors!"

  I made a pair of scissors this time.

"you win."

   Xiaolan smiled and won one more time. Although I don’t know how to grasp it, I must grasp it!

  The third set.

"rock-paper-scissors!"

   Xiaolan once again made a stone.

  This time, the pen was shaken a few times and stopped for a few seconds before writing on the whiteboard, "You cheated, you are slow."

  The handwriting is different this time.

   "I..." Xiaolan choked for a while, "I cheated? I don't even know if you are out or not, please follow the rules of the game, and you won't be ashamed if you lose."

  The pen was dropped to the ground, and after a while, it floated quietly.

   "The second round, wrestling."

   "Wait a minute!" Xiaolan's eyes widened, "This transition is a bit too fast!"

  It was indeed too fast, because as soon as she finished this sentence, Xiaolan felt that the back of her neck was caught by a huge force, which made her suddenly recall the days when she was playing martial arts (being beaten) with a fool.

  However, the flexibility of this force is still weaker than that of Brother Fool, Xiaolan bowed his head along the thrust, grabbed back with both hands, and she caught something.

  It was too late to find out whether it was an arm or a torso. Xiao Lan Mouli clamped on the thing, raised both hands, thinking that he had completed a smooth dry land plucking onions, and threw the thing forward.

   "I won!" Xiao Lan, who stood up straight again, bounced twice and cheered.

  The pen dropped to the ground again, and when it hovered again, the writing motion was a bit lagging.

   "You threw the judges out, hurt the referee, and gave a yellow card warning."

   Xiaolan's waving hand stopped in the air.

  There are actually referees?

  So...the one who writes should be the referee.

  So...I just threw him out.

  As if he had guessed Xiaolan’s thoughts, the pen wrote, "Yes."

   "The second round starts again."

  As soon as she wrote, Xiaolan felt a cold wind on her ankle.

  She jumped away in one step.

   "Good Kung Fu!" Xiaolan praised.

  Although I didn’t see it.

  Then, this good effort came again.

  This time, Xiaolan didn't evade the meaning of sweeping the legs, but slammed down, reaching out and firmly clamped to her feet.

  Caught it!

  I don’t believe it’s a referee this time!

  In other words...How many yellow cards did you send off?

   Xiaolan squeezed the slender wrists, realizing that it should be a girl, and using only 90% of the strength of the usual gestures with idiots, she fell across her shoulders and pushed her invisible opponent to the ground.

  The pen fell to the ground again.

   Xiaolan's heart was tight for a second.

  No, no, no, there won’t be referees lying on the ground to judge.

  After a while, the pen floated and wrote on the whiteboard, "You won."

   "Ha," Xiaolan twisted her wrist, "Come on, next..."

   "But you made her cry, you have to apologize to her." Before Xiaolan finished her words, the pen added another sentence.

Cried?

   Xiaolan put away the arrogant smile on her face, and looked at the place where she had brought down her opponent just now.

   "Sorry, I didn't mean it...I mean, although I did it deliberately, it was you who did it first after all... No, I didn't say you are not good..."

  Impatient clapping sounded from the whiteboard.

   Xiaolan looked over, and another new line appeared.

   "The third game, please close your eyes when it's dark."

  "What do you mean?" Xiaolan smiled, "And what's the difference between me and closed eyes now?"

   "Others in the same class play the game in dark, please close your eyes. If your camp wins, even if you win."

  It sounds like a game that can kill the rest of the people in one go?

  Xiaolan immediately stretched out her hand, "Yes, then, what are the rules of the game when it’s dark, please close your eyes?"

  "The killer wants to kill, and people want to catch the murderer."

  Just this sentence.

  What the **** is this rule?

"The game starts now."

"and many more!……"

  "Please draw the card."

  A play of cards swayed from the desk drawer, and then scattered around Xiaolan one by one, and the last one was handed back to Xiaolan in front of him.

   Xiaolan was puzzled and touched the card.

  The other cards seemed to be lifted by the owner to take a look at the corners, and then they kept holding them upside down, so Xiaolan also held his own card tightly, hid it in her palm, and moved it to her eyes to take a peek.

  There was another clap on the whiteboard.

   Xiaolan looked over.

   "Even if she can't see you, you can't stand behind her and peek at her cards. I, the referee, is still alive."

  Xiaolan quickly hid the card and waved her hand behind her vigilantly, "Go away and go away, why do you peek at my card."

  Unexpectedly, he is still a good referee who is upright.

  The whiteboard moved, and it looked like it was moved to the center of their field of vision by the referee.

   "Please close your eyes at dark."

   Xiaolan held the card and looked around in confusion, "What do you mean? Do you want to close your eyes?"

   "You don't need to close your eyes, and you can't see."

   "Oh, good."

   "Killer please open your eyes."

   Xiaolan then remembered that she hadn't looked at her identity card.

  She shrank into a ball, wrapped her arms in her coat, and quietly looked at the card.

  Civilian.

  So, I have to catch the murderer.

   Xiaolan glanced at the blank space in front of him.

  There is only one truth, the murderer is in this pile of air!

  ***

After Baomu finished sending the message, he walked to the small red door that appeared in front of him.

  Why does it feel strange?

  I feel that this thing never appears on me, I make judgments based on other perceptions, unless...unless this feeling is a mixture of other perceptions.

  Uneasy sense of smell, hearing, touch, and even taste.

  Baomu's tongue began to tingle inexplicably.

  His finger touched the door.

  No way.

  It's not safe here.

  He just wanted to take out the phone, but he didn't expect that the closed door squeaked open a small gap, but the seemingly narrow gap radiated huge suction, directly sucking Baomu in.

  (End of this chapter)

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