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Chapter 165 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (10) "He was infected"

After all players reach the third floor, new rules are refreshed on the system interface:

[6. Bedtime checks will be arranged twice every night at 12 o'clock and 4 o'clock in the morning. After the lights are turned off at 10 o'clock, night chatting in the dormitory is prohibited, and lights are not allowed to be turned on without permission]

Qisi raised his eyelids and glanced at the ceiling. He didn't see the electric light used for lighting, and he didn't know how to calculate the switch of the light.

In a dim environment without lights, the long and narrow corridor extended to both sides. The dark iron door was embedded in the mud wall, with the number written on it in white chalk. As far as Qisi could see, the numbers were all two-digit numbers. There were probably dozens or hundreds of dormitories on this floor.

Twenty-nine players looked like a lot, but placed on a spacious floor, they were like dust in the sea, small and insignificant.

Qisi walked to the door nearest to him and saw five small numbers cut out by several dark scratches under the white numbers.

He counted the door numbers and walked all the way to dormitory No. 10. As expected, he saw the scratches of "47" under the chalk marks.

Who will live in each room has already been decided, eliminating the need for room-allocation disputes. The student number corresponding to this room is surprisingly 46 to 50.

Other players also discovered the clues on the iron gate one after another and whispered among themselves. Zisi reminded him from the side at the right time: "If there is no mistake, your respective numbers are written below the school badge."

The players lowered their heads one after another, and sure enough they saw numbers under their school badges.

If they really had to find the number themselves, they might not be able to find it, but Qisi's reminder undoubtedly helped them save time.

Although they did not express their gratitude, the estrangement between them and Qisi, the "NPC", inadvertently faded a bit.

The construction of an identity is not simply about telling others who you are and what kind of person you are, but more importantly, through details, deepening others' sense of identity with you and making them believe that you are this kind of person.

Zisi's actions in every scene that fit his identity as "Student 47" are undoubtedly rendering a "reality" that can be recognized by other players.

Players will gradually become accustomed to his existence, and become accustomed to... conditioned trust.

Qisi opened the iron door, walked into the cramped dormitory, and saw a layout that was very unfriendly to obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Three beds are arranged on both sides of the room extremely asymmetrically. They are all designed with bunk beds and stand straight facing the door. The bed was made of iron plates, with many rusty edges. There was no mattress or bedding on the bed, and it looked cold and hard.

The distance between the upper and lower beds was so close that it was easy to hit your forehead even when sitting up. It looked like a freezer in a funeral parlor where corpses are stored.

Among them, the bed numbered 46 has a row of cabinets on the upper bunk, probably for storing things. The cabinet was equipped with a common mechanical lock, a style that Qiss was used to.

Maybe it's because there is already a bathroom on the first floor, and there is no bathroom in the dormitory. If you want to use the toilet, you probably have to go outside. Of course, it is estimated that many players would rather pee in the house than go out late at night.

Before his roommate came in, Qisi pulled out the thin wire from his bracelet and picked all the locks on the cabinet.

It seemed that no one had cleaned these cabinets for a long time, and there was a thick layer of dust on the bottom. Several bags containing unknown black powder were stuffed inside. Qisi opened one, leaned over and took a sniff. He was sure that the bags inside were filled with soil from the maple forest.

On the surface of the top bag, there is a line of crooked English written in black pen. Translated into Chinese, it probably reads:

[Taking soil mixed with water can relieve hunger]

Qisi thought of the nursery rhyme he heard when he first entered school. The opening sentence was "Good children can only eat dirt if they don't want to eat."

Do the kids really not want to eat? I'm afraid not necessarily. In fact, there was no food to eat, so he could only eat dirt to relieve his hunger.

Qisi looked at the words "Survival is not easy" in the front prompt, and had a vague premonition.

Today is going quite smoothly. There won’t be any shortage of food in the future and we will have to survive in the wilderness, right?

As for eating dirt... Chiss would not consider it until the last moment. Firstly, it would most likely not taste good, and secondly, someone had already died from being stained with dirt.

After putting the bag filled with soil into the backpack, several pieces of paper were blown by the wind caused by the movement. They only trembled twice before resting lifelessly at the bottom of the drawer.

Zeiss picked up the piece of paper with two fingers and held it up to his eyes for inspection.

The edge of the piece of paper was irregular and the whole piece was wrinkled, as if it had been torn from the corner of some paper product and illegally carried here in a pocket.

Small symbols were drawn in black writing on the piece of paper, as densely packed as tadpoles swarming in the water. These symbols are the same size, but have different styles. Straight or curved lines neatly outline strange shapes, which look like a kind of writing.

Qisi stared at the piece of paper for a long time. Before the system could translate it, he decisively gave up trying to understand the meaning of the text.

He folded the pieces of paper one by one and put them in his pants pocket. When he picked up the last one, he hesitated.

It was a square piece of paper, also torn from somewhere, but the edges were cut neatly.

On the yellowed surface, bright red paint filled the open eyes, staring at the visitor indifferently and distantly. Around the eyes, a few sporadic vines were drawn with black pen, adding a bit of noisy embellishment to the monotonous picture.

The meaning of the picture cannot be accurately discerned, but it conveys a sense of soul peeling off at the moment of attention, as if it is used as a medium to resonate with a high-level existence and escape to the higher heavens.

This feeling is not unfamiliar. Qisi just experienced an enhanced version in the game space not long ago. Earlier, when he looked directly at Qi's corpse in "Su's Village", he had a similar feeling, although that time it was more Stronger.

"Evil God?" Qisi narrowed his eyes, his eyelids twitching as the conversation he heard on the way to the bathroom echoed in his mind.

‘He was taken away by the evil god’ ‘He keeps messing with those weird things’ ‘The evil god was brought by him’…

Knowing that there is a witchcraft setting in this dungeon, shouldn't there be a plot like summoning an evil god and risking one's own life?

The iron door behind was opened again, and footsteps came in.

Seeing Qisi lying in front of the cabinet playing with things, the visitor seemed to be stunned. His footsteps stopped at the door. The familiar voice asked, "47, what are you doing?"

Qisi maintained his posture on the ladder and continued to flip through the cabinets without looking back: "I'm sorry, Brother Chen, I used to live in a dormitory alone, and things were in a mess, taking up a lot of cabinets. I know how to Clean it up as soon as possible..."

The visitor was none other than Chen Lidong.

As a "philanthropist", it stands to reason that he does not have a school uniform. But in order not to let other players see the flaw, he quickly grabbed a school uniform and put it on.

At the moment, he can only make mistakes and move into the dormitory according to the number 50 written on the school uniform.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Qisi's nonsense.

What does "living alone in a room" mean? What about the rest?

Chen Lidong thought more than many people, and immediately asked the doubts in his heart.

Then he saw Qiss turning his head to look at him. The expression on his delicate face was confused at first, and then in an instant, it seemed that he had finally remembered some information that had been deliberately erased, and twisted into emotions such as fear, uneasiness, and sadness.

After two seconds of Yan Yi performance, Qisi looked into Chen Lidong's eyes with sadness, and faintly uttered a few words: "They are all dead and buried in the soil..."

The voice was so cold, mixed with traces of danger, that the blood in Chen Lidong's body ran cold, and countless terrifying speculations grew in his heart, including whether he had said something he shouldn't have said and triggered his death point.

Fortunately, Qisi's strange behavior only appeared for a moment, and his expression returned to calm in the next second, and he continued what he said before: "I have sorted the cabinet, Brother Chen, you can put anything in it."

Chen Lidong thought he had escaped from hell, and when he spoke again, his voice was as light as a gnat: "I...I have nothing, thank you 47."

"You're welcome, you should." After scaring his roommate, Zis jumped off the ladder with a bright smile, as if he didn't remember what happened before.

He didn't say anything, and Chen Lidong didn't dare to ask anymore. He could only stand at the door uncomfortably, neither entering nor retreating. The twenty-square-meter dormitory was as cramped as a rabbit's cage.

The bed numbered 47 is facing the bed equipped with a cabinet and is the lower bunk. Ziss walked over naturally, took off his shoes and got on the bed, lying down like a corpse.

Chen Lidong looked at Qisi lying down without daring to leave his breath, and then tiptoed towards bed No. 50.

His bed was an upper bunk, and a big man climbed up on a narrow ladder, then lay down in the same manner.

In the silence, Ziss silently took out the destiny pocket watch from the toolbar, placed it on the side of his head, and watched the hands move one by one without blinking.

At the moment when the hour hand pointed to the number "10", the whole world suddenly fell into darkness, as if a huge black curtain blocked all light from under the hood.

This should be what the rules call "lights out."

And until now, no new roommates have entered the dormitory. It seems that according to the arrangement of the dungeon, there are only two players, Qisi and Chen Lidong, and three empty beds in dormitory No. 10.

Under the cover of darkness, Qis curled up and reached out to touch the soles of his feet.

It was extremely rough there, as if it were covered with a layer of soil that was rooted in the skin and couldn't be wiped off.

The moment he took off his shoes, Ziss noticed that the skin he had submerged in the sewage in the bathroom was stained with a dark color that belonged to the earth, just like the back of the dead player, as if it had been contaminated.

Or more accurately...contagion?

…

In dormitory No. 11, Philide was lying on the bed, scratching his back.

He didn't have a school uniform, so he didn't have a school number, so he didn't know which dormitory he should live in.

He originally wanted to find an occupied dormitory to stay in, but players in each dormitory expressed that they did not welcome him, saying that they did not know if he would attract any ghosts without wearing a school uniform.

Seeing that the lights were about to go out, he could only enter the unoccupied dormitory No. 11 and find a bed to lie down.

In the darkness, Philide cursed in his heart, cursing the players who refused to save them with the most vicious curses.

In reality, who is not respectful and polite to him? Unlike this dungeon, everyone does not understand humility and respect, and is as barbaric and selfish as a group of hooligans.

Lying on the hard bed, Felide was completely sleepless, and the itching on his back became more and more intense. He dug into the flesh with his nails, scratching several bloody marks.

Ever since he went to Fenglin and came back, his back was itching so badly that he couldn't help but scratch it.

After listening to Jiang Junjue talk about what happened in the bathroom, he felt that the symptoms of the dead player were very similar to his, and for a moment he almost thought he was going to confess here.

It wasn't until he asked the player next to him to take a look at his back while taking a shower, and the other player claimed that he saw no traces of dirt or mushrooms, that he felt at ease.

Now that I think about it, I guess I was bitten by a poisonous insect in the tropics, which is why I still feel itchy until now.

"What a bad place? What a bad luck." Philide muttered viciously in his heart, and suddenly there was a sound of clothing rubbing against his ears, as if someone had turned over.

Is there anyone else besides him in the dormitory?

Philide was extremely sure that he didn't see anyone after he entered the door. If there was someone, it could only be...

As if to confirm that he was not hallucinating just now, a "boom" sound came from the upper bunk, and a person hit the wall while turning over.

The sound of breathing came and went, and the originally empty dormitory was filled with people sleeping in an instant.

Felide broke out in a cold sweat immediately. He took out the flashlight from the toolbar and turned it on, hoping to use the light to dispel his fear.

The pale light shines on the wall, reflecting a gray face.

The human face only had a solid outline, with three long oval-shaped holes for the eyes and mouth, which looked very much like a character in an abstract painting.

The moment he was illuminated by the light, the hollow in the mouth of the human face trembled, and he said eerily: "You turned on the lights, you turned on the lights during lights-out time..."

Felide woke up from a dream and quickly turned off the flashlight, murmuring in defense: "Yes... I'm sorry! I'll turn it off right now..."

The face on the wall chuckled: "You spoke, you spoke in the dormitory..."

Philid: "..."

[It is forbidden to chat at night in the dormitory after lights out at ten o'clock, and it is not allowed to turn on the lights without permission]

The rules are clearly stated, hanging coldly on the system interface, leaving no room for mediation.

Philide felt that the blood in his whole body had gone cold. The fear stimulated his heart to contract wildly, and his bladder also had a faint urge to urinate, and a few drops of warm water oozed out.

Almost instinctively, he threw the flashlight to the ground and curled up into a ball.

However, it was too late. Amidst the strange laughter of the human face, severe pain burst from his back, as if something had broken out of the earth using flesh and blood.

The pain and itching combined together, and he rolled around in discomfort, but it didn't help.

The "rustling" sound of plant growth rang behind the ears for a while, and the new plants grew wildly, ruthlessly devouring life and strength...

Thanks to Reese for the 600 points he gave Si Qi, the egg-filled pancakes and amulets have been received! Thanks Zhuaner for the 4 monthly passes! Thanks to Wanshitong and Xuefengfeng for the 2 monthly passes! Thanks to book friends 20191015081645539, XYZ, book friends 20221016090209125, Wanderers of Lordaeron, The Original Spellcaster, Little Letter and Beasts for their monthly passes! (I still remember the number of chapters I owe. I haven’t been feeling well these past few days. I can’t wake up every day. When I open my eyes, my brain is a mess. I’m adjusting my state and try to get up early tomorrow to write and draw.)

(By the way, I recommend a suspense seedling. Just looking at the name, it makes me...hehehe)