The Trial Game of Life

It was almost dawn and Tangcuo followed the patrol to the dormitory. He did not deliberately challenge the setting of the copy, because he felt that the copy gave too few clues, from the beginning to the end, there was a strange and absurd, and many things were not related to each other.

For example, Peach Tree and the school sign that made him feel strange, and for example, the photo of the school flower and the ceremony of the retreat of the social animal, are too scattered.

After returning to the dormitory, he put all the peach branches in the vase and placed them on the table by the window. His bed is by the window. As long as he is lying on the bed, the vase and the signboard of "Meng Gui Academy" outside the window are in sight.

The captain of the patrol did not disappoint him, and soon sent him a few "devil" materials. "Dead ghost", the dead ghost, like the word "ghost talent", is too aptly described.

This copy inspired Tang Cuo's unprecedented sense of humor.

The data shows that these people are all pure Yin characters, born in Yin Yin and Yin Yin. Tang Cuo looked at it for a while, and suddenly he saw Li Haoshuai's birthday, and found that he turned out to be pure Yin.

Is it so coincident?

Tang Cuo narrowed his eyes. At this time, the sky was already bright, and the ghost friends who had just clamored for fear had already laid in bed and were going to sleep. The ghost fire rising around the campus was gradually extinguished. Only the sign of "Meng Gui College" was still on. With.

After putting on the mask, the hair comb came out of the bathroom, and the curtain was closed with a loud click, and the dormitory returned to darkness.

"Sleep to sleep, we have already done the ritual, and the person will definitely not come to us. It still matters to sleep. When I fall asleep, I will not be afraid of anything. My skin will have to rest..." The hair grumbled. Back to his bed.

Tang Cuo didn't speak. He just lay down on the bed with the flow, but his eyes were still on the peach blossom on the table, thoughtfully.

Quietly in the dormitory, only the breath of ghost friends and the sound of the faucet dripping from the bathroom were soon left.

"Tick."

"Tick."

The faucet seems to be broken.

If there were no footsteps in the hallway, ghost dreams seemed to be babies crying, rebounding infinitely in the empty hallway. Tang Cuo waited, waited for someone to appear under the bed. At first, his consciousness was still awake, but his back gradually blurred until he fell asleep.

Falling asleep seemed to be a matter of moments, but when I opened my eyes again, Tang Cuo found out that it was already dark outside. He yanked open the curtains, looked at the college sign still lit outside the window, raised his hand and rubbed his brow, and began to wonder if he was asleep or not, whether everything in front of him was unreal.

But the peach branch on the table is still there, which seems to be true again.

Hairbrushes, drowning ghosts, etc. also woke up one after another, and Tang Cuo didn't hesitate anymore, strode out the door and walked out. As soon as I reached the corridor, a familiar scream sounded.

There are no exceptions for male and female dormitories.

The most recent scream was in the dormitory next door. Tang Cuo rushed in and found that there was one dead inside, still the same dead shape, the same peach branch.

Several other roommates said they were asleep and found nothing.

This is not right.

Very wrong.

No ghost has seen the murderer so far. He came and went without a trace. Except for the first half of the footprints, there were almost no traces left.

Tang Cuo looked through the window to the opposite female ghost dormitory again, watching the ghost, he turned and ran downstairs.

He encountered the captain of the patrol yesterday downstairs again.

The two stared at each other for a little while, and the patrol leader had to run upstairs again. Tang Cuo suddenly grabbed him and asked an unrelated question, "The school signboard is broken, why don't you fix it?"

The patrol leader: "Ah?"

He scratched his head again, wondering why Tang Cuo asked this question, but he couldn't answer it himself, as if this was an unanswered answer.

Tang Cuo stopped questioning and turned to the teaching building with signs.

But the teaching building is very close, but far away. Tang Cuo ran for a few minutes, and he should have arrived tomorrow morning. Looking up, the signboard seemed to be still in its original position, unmoved.

The so-called Wangshan ran dead horse.

In this way, no matter how long he runs, he will never get to the position of the signboard.

This copy is really weird.

Tang Cuo took another glance at the system panel. Regardless of whether he really slept for a day, the time has passed, and his big tricks have finally cooled down.

This is easy to handle.

Tang Cuo took out the Ivy League badge without thinking.

[Momentary movement], the engraving skills of the Qingteng badge can allow players to instantly transfer to any place within 100 meters of the body, without any skill restrictions, and the cooling time is 24 hours.

Not limited by any skills, and the results proved to be not limited by the copy. Tang Cuo saw that he had arrived downstairs in that building.

Looking up, the signboard stands on the edge of the rooftop.

Three minutes later, Tangcuo finally arrived at the signboard. That's the led tube welded to the steel frame, and the switch is under the steel frame. The opposite side of the word "Meng" is not lit, nor is it broken, but the first switch in the row is turned off.

On a campus full of metaphysics, the only thing that follows the principles of science appears to be the key.

Tang Cuo turned on the switch without hesitation. The anti-dog was lit up. The dazzling white light momentarily confuses Tang Cuo's eyes, making him subconsciously close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he lay on the bed again.

Where is this?

There is no light in the room, but there is a faint blue light coming from the front, which is the light of the TV. The female anchor is speaking fluently and is heavily broadcasting the latest news: "Recently, the city’s serial murders have added new victims..."

Tang Cuo suddenly sat up, staring at the TV screen in front of him, and saw familiar faces. Although the program mosaics the victims, it can be judged from the rough facial outline and body shape that the Director of Defense and the seven dead female ghosts are among them.

what happened?

Tang Cuo turned on the light immediately, and Yu Guang glanced at the picture frame on the bedside table, took it for a look, and saw several familiar figures. Dorm ghosts such as hair-grooming ghosts, drowned ghosts, etc., hooked themselves up with each other, so they were not intimate.

In the room, the smelly socks that didn't have time to wash, and the pictures of actresses hanging on the wall seemed to correspond to the things in the dormitory of the fierce ghost college. On the small square table in front of the TV, there are even white candles and buddha beads similar to the ceremony of the "animal retreat".

Tang Cuo frowned, got out of bed with bare feet, and walked to the only window in the room. When he opened the curtain with a "soo", he saw the neon sign on the top of a building not far away.

Sentence dog paradise.

If you guessed right, it should be a dog paradise, the anti-dog side of the first word is not lit.

Could it be said that everything in Menggui Academy is a dream?

Is this copy ironic about the routine of domestic horror films? When everything is unexplainable, the protagonist is either a neuropathy or dreaming.

Tang Cuo turned around again and found Li Haoshuai's ID card over and over, and his birthday was the same. Looking down, there is a shadow under his feet, he is not dead.

If the dream is a reflection of reality, then Tangcuo, like other victims of serial murders, is a potential target of the murderer. There are candles, beads and other objects in the room, which is a simple exorcism ritual that he was afraid of.

Is there a ghost in this copy?

Tang Cuo was lost in contemplation for a while, and the more he thought, the more strange this copy was, but he removed this strange coat and looked at the title of the task alone-

Someone under the bed!

When the alarm rang, a cold hand suddenly grabbed Tang Cuo's ankle from behind. Chill jumped up from the ankle down the skin, instantly numb the scalp.

Tang Cuo's reaction was unpleasant. He pulled out the sword of arbitration and stabbed it backward, but he failed to break his ankle. The hand dragged hard, and Tang Cuo fell to the ground, so that he could clearly see the appearance of "Lai Ren".

It's a ghost!

more than one!

Drowning water ghosts dripping with water, hanging ghosts with ropes around their necks, ghosts with a big hole in their stomachs and outflowing intestines, yellow-faced skinny eyes staring at Tang Cuo's open mouth, starving dead, countless ghosts from Crawling out of the bed, plucking his teeth at Tangcuo.

"Slap!" The light above his head flickered a few times, and he simply stopped.

On the TV, it turned from serious news broadcasts to anecdotes. "Because the murderer has not been arrested so far, the victim has died strangely. Many netizens have their brains open. They speculate that this serial murder is related to ghosts. This reminds you not to feudal superstition..."

Damn feudal superstition.

Tangcuo hurriedly summoned the shield of Holy Light, which was able to block the Harazi from the starving ghost, but his ankle was still scratched by the blood of Li Gui's claws.

But ghosts are omnipotent through the wall and into the ground. The light shield can only protect one side, but not the surroundings. The black ghosts were like tide water, and soon filled most of the room, constantly squeezed, and continued to pounce on Tangcuo, spreading his teeth and dancing claws.

Howling, whispering, and ridiculous laughter, like the waves that patted the shore, hit his eardrums and deprived him of the air on which he lived.

The ghosts even squeezed each other, and gradually all ghosts' faces and limbs began to twist and deform. The only thing that remained unchanged was the movement towards Tangcuo.

Tang Cuo uses the Holy Light Shield as a barrier, and uses Fireball and Illumination in conjunction with the Sword of Verdict, and the living space is still being compressed. And he saw ghosts crawling out under the bed constantly, a mixture of blood and water on the floor of the room, occasionally mixed with some unknown objects, making people sick.

Excessive ghost gathering also caused the temperature in the room to drop sharply. For a little while, ice flowers had condensed on the glass, and Tang Cuo could even see the heat exhaling from his mouth.

Can't stay here anymore.

Tangcuo broke out of the wall decisively, and even ignored the door. As soon as he left, the ghosts swarmed up and pressed along the corridor, chasing after him.

The corridor is wider, and the voices of countless ghosts converge, even forming an echo. That was the coldest mental attack.

Tang Cuo only felt that his heavenly cover had been opened, and countless ghosts were blowing cold wind on his brain. Those whispers that did not shake the vocal cords twitched their nerves like cold fingertips, forcing him to move faster and faster.

This apartment building does not have an elevator and is about the same height as the dormitory building of the College of Fierce Ghosts. Tang Cuo turned a corner and went down the stairs. After going down the stairs, he didn't stop on the next floor and ran down.

After running two floors, he stopped suddenly and looked at the corridor beside the stairs.

The hallway was empty, except for a voice-activated light near the hallway. The bodies of several moths lay in the lampshade, and the new flying insects nervously hit the lampshade. The voice-activated lights went out and on in the sound of "boom, snap".

The ghost was chasing behind, Tang Cuo continued to run down, but—the ghost hit the wall.

The building was empty and there were no tenants.

He came down from the fourth floor, and when he walked through the door of the room, he saw clearly, 419, the same house number as his dormitory. But no matter how he went, he could not reach the first floor.

Then jump the window.

Tang Cuo turned and kicked a door to break in, went straight to the window sill, opened the window and jumped down, all in one go.

As a result, the second floor became the fourth floor.

"Bang!" Tang Cuo smashed the roof of a car parked downstairs and smashed the car out of a big pit. But the height of the fourth floor was nothing to him now. He took it away, stood still, but suddenly felt dark.

Opening his eyes again, he woke up from the bed again.

Get out of bed quickly and walk to the window to open the curtains-Jugou Paradise.

Is he still dreaming?

Thinking about this, Huo Ran turned around, his eyes fixed on the bed.

At the same time, Crimson was tortured by Rong Yi for three minutes and completely lost her ability to resist. Jin Cheng asked Wen Xiaoming to tie her up with a prop rope and temporarily put her in custody.

The onlookers saw the true power of the Red List bigwigs, and they dared to say a little nonsense and retired.

You guys finally have time to sit down and have a good chat.

But before waiting for you to transition, Jin Cheng stared at the river, "You are hiding the life box, right? What is the copy about?"

Jiang He was seriously injured, and then came to a halt, and because of the deep red feelings, she fell into the bottom of the valley. When Jin Cheng asked this question, it was inevitable to ask a lot of words: "Do you ask the life box, or Tang Cuo?"

Jin Cheng raised an eyebrow, "What do you say?"

Jiang Hezui couldn't help but smile a bit bitterly, but he quickly converged, "You don't have to worry, if it's him, the copy won't trap him. As for the specific content, the explanation is very long, even if you know it, you can't help. The life box is actually hidden in a conspicuous place. He can see it if he can clear the customs."

At this time, Chi Yan was finally too late. Just now Jin Cheng saw the signal flare, worried that Tang Cuo was going too fast, and Chi Yan fell behind. Fortunately, everyone was attracted by the battle in the central area, and no one noticed him.

Leng Miao saw him, and then he remembered what he had heard from Yanye when he hurriedly left in Area B. He frowned at Jin Cheng, "Have you found the second movement?"

Jin Cheng looked around for a week, "This is not a place to speak."