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Chapter 177 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-Two) "He was deceived by 47"

On the second floor, Chen Lidong had already pried open the door of another room sealed by cement.

There are a large number of furs with damaged edges neatly stacked in this room, with densely packed and unreadable words written on them.

It is basically certain that these are documents belonging to the aborigines, which have been collected by the Foundation and sealed here.

Chen Lidong glanced at the required side tasks on the system interface, gritted his teeth, picked up the fur full of ghostly symbols, and studied it with difficulty.

Regardless of witches, [looking for witchcraft to cure diseases] will most likely start from the aboriginal people. The key information is likely to be recorded in these documents that he cannot understand, and he will have to try to decipher it no matter what.

But it turns out that some things just don't work. Chen Lidong and Pi Cao stared at each other for a long time, but they still didn't recognize a word.

He looked around, took out a handbag from the toolbar, and put all the furs in it. No matter what it says, put it in your own bowl first before you feel at ease.

During this period, Zhou Datong passed on new information.

Chen Lidong therefore knew that the reason why he couldn't sleep last night was because he contracted a disease called "insomnia", which is related to aborigines.

Although he knew that insomnia would lead to a series of negative consequences such as amnesia, hallucinations, and death, he did not feel too panicked. Anyway, everyone would die together. In the context of the task of finding witchcraft to cure the disease, the disease can at best serve as a countdown.

What makes Chen Lidong more concerned is that Zhang Yiyu exposed himself as a "witch" and by the way also exposed his identity as a "philanthropist".

Although this reduced his trouble of finding a needle in a haystack to find a witch, it also pushed him to the forefront. He believed that anyone with some intelligence would be able to choose between him and Zhou Datong as the "philanthropist" after receiving the information provided by Zhang Yiyu.

Although the side mission of cannibalism was between him and Zhang Yiyu, who knew whether Jiang Junjue, a nosy guy, would take a look at the friendship between Jiuzhou and Tingfeng and take a stand.

Zhang Yiyu, this bitch, also lied and said that the optional task was a must-do task. God knows what she was thinking...

He must find a way to accumulate enough chips to attract the support of other players - at least to avoid the situation where everyone is the enemy.

There was the sound of "ta, tap, tap" footsteps in the distance, neither heavy nor light, as if someone was walking on tiptoe.

Chen Lidong glanced at the remaining small pile of furs piled in the corner of the room, and accelerated the progress of bagging.

Amidst the sound of "rustling" bagging, the footsteps behind me are getting closer and closer, and the cool breeze blows on the back, arousing a palpable chill. It is clear that we are in the tropics, but it makes people feel like it is late autumn and the weather is getting colder. touch.

Chen Lidong shuddered, turned his head suddenly, and saw Ms. Medina in black standing at the door at some point, staring at him with cold eyes.

Her eyes were like a venomous snake spitting out a message, without concealing the malice behind it. When Chen Lidong looked over, her voice was as cold as ice: "Mr. Philanthropist, please put down the documents in your hands. Mr. Tolson will not allow those things to be taken out." this room.”

The blood all over Chen Lidong's body went cold. The horrific death of the black man in the morning flashed back before his eyes. His whole body stiffened, and he let go of his hand almost immediately, throwing the handbag filled with furs on the ground.

Ms. Medina's gray-blue eyes looked at him without emotion, far from letting him go.

If he realized something, he quickly took the fur out of the bag and put it back in the same place as he remembered.

It wasn't until he took out the last piece of fur from his handbag that Ms. Medina nodded with satisfaction, said "I won't do this next time", and turned to leave.

He breathed a sigh of relief and watched Ms. Medina's back disappear from the edge of his field of vision. Then he tentatively raised his hand and touched his back. The place was already covered with sticky cold sweat, and the rough plaster became sticky. A ball.

Although I don’t know why Ms. Medina only warned him instead of putting him in a solitary room or directly killing him, living is better than dead.

Chen Lidong habitually reviewed the episode that had just happened. When his memory touched upon the title "Mr. Philanthropist", he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

No, something is wrong!

Since Ms. Medina already knows that he is a philanthropist, what was he hiding?

Come to think of it, he is a philanthropist sent by the Aboriginal Love Foundation to inspect Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, not an individual organization that sneaked over. His identity is most likely a known fact to Ms. Medina.

The Aboriginal Love Foundation has other purposes and does not have any goodwill towards the Aboriginal people. Naturally, it is impossible to say anything about the abuse that occurs in the school. As a member of the foundation, he has no good intentions. It is impossible for him to report the crimes in the school and seek justice for the indigenous children.

The conflicts between him and Ms. Medina should be those shown in the letters exchanged.

Ms. Medina flatly denied the existence of witchcraft and refused the forces he represented to take away children for experiments; but he still insisted on entering the school to explore the secrets of witchcraft and the whereabouts of the witches.

But even so, Ms. Medina took orders from the foundation, which determined that it would not be able to openly do anything to the "philanthropist".

As a "philanthropist", there is no need for him to be obedient to Ms. Medina.

All it takes is a spark to illuminate the blind spots in thinking, and the knot that blocks thinking is untied. Chen Lidong smiled "haha", picked up the handbag, and picked up the furs again to put them in.

[You disturbed the undead souls of aboriginal children]

Pale prompt text popped up on the system interface.

Before Chen Lidong could understand what was happening, rustling sounds could be heard from the four corners of the room, and twisted figures grew in the shadows, seeping out like water stains, gradually revealing the outline of human faces.

A pair of dark hands stretched out from the ground, grabbed his ankles, and dragged him downwards.

Chen Lidong shivered and lowered his head subconsciously. He saw that the ground under his feet had turned into swamp-like soft mud at some point, and now it was adsorbing the soles of his shoes.

"Leave the witchcraft behind..."

"No taking away..."

Indistinct whispers rang in his ears. Chen Lidong swore a curse word, picked up the white blade and slashed at the thin black arms at his feet.

The knife passed through his arm like it was passing through a pool of invisible liquid. He couldn't hold it back for a while, and the blade fell on the instep, creating a bloody gash, which made him hiss softly in pain.

The ghost hands in the ground were still dragging his legs tirelessly, and several arms stretched out from the ground to reach the handbag in his hand.

With a thought in his mind, he shook his hand and threw the handbag out.

The fur inside fell out in the air and was immediately caught by the ghost hands and put back into place.

The water stains on the wall receded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hand holding the ankle loosened and retracted into the ground.

Everything in the room gradually returned to its original state. Chen Lidong gasped and finally realized: he couldn't take advantage of the loophole, and the fact that the documents couldn't be taken away was the mechanism of the copy.

The situation was clear. Although Ms. Medina would not do anything to him, Aboriginal children were not so easy to talk to.

Facing the "philanthropist" who wants to use them for experiments, they will definitely not have a good face. It would be good if they don't take the initiative to take revenge.

The ground under his feet has returned to hardness, and the feet that were dragged in before are stuck in them and cannot be pulled out.

Chen Lidong had to squat down and carefully cut the cement near his legs with a white blade, trying not to hurt his own flesh.

In the silence, he belatedly realized the problem.

He is also an aboriginal child, and 47's attitude towards him is too friendly. Not only is he not hostile, he even regards him as the savior to save the children from their predicament.

‘On my way to pick mushrooms in the maple forest, I overheard a conversation between Ms. Medina and a strange person. She is discussing with that person how to make you die unconsciously, and then bury you in the maple forest to prevent you from reporting school matters to the foundation...'

Qisi's words echoed in his ears, and Chen Lidong frowned.

This statement is entirely based on the logic that philanthropists are good people seeking justice for children, and Ms. Medina is afraid that child abuse will be reported, which is completely contrary to the facts.

Normally, it is impossible for NPCs to deceive and mislead players in such a place, not only because this will lead to a dead end in reasoning, but also because as an aboriginal child, it is unreasonable to behave like that.

Weird games have always pursued a kind of rationality, at least superficially reasonable. What about such an obvious violation?

…

In the archives, the clues have almost been collected.

Jiang Junjue looked at the time. It was exactly nine-fifty, ten minutes before the ten o'clock meeting.

He headed to the second floor, but he was not in a hurry to find the classroom corresponding to his number. Instead, he looked at each room and remembered the people inside.

After walking all over the floor, there was no trace of Qiss, and he was a little more convinced of his conjecture.

47 is the evil god, and the witch's task is to summon the evil god; if 47 is still there, that mission cannot be accomplished; therefore, 47 must disappear, and then the players will find a way to complete the ritual and summon him out.

——There is nothing wrong with it, it is very reasonable.

Ever since Zhang Yiyu was forced to reveal her identity, she has been following Jiang Junjue anxiously, pretending to be atonement for her concealment.

Just now, Qisi told her through the soul blade that the "philanthropist" was Chen Lidong, and he probably already knew what she said and was targeting her.

She was about to cry without tears and silently recited in her heart: "Boss, I was doing something for you and that's why I was targeted by him. You must find a way to save me!"

Qisi said lukewarmly: "When you take me out of the coffin, I will tell you what to do next."

"But how am I going to survive until then?"

Zhang Yiyu asked, and after waiting for a long time, she didn't even hear Qisi's next words.

This "big boss" seemed to be just a ruthless machine giving orders, treating her as a tool that could be manipulated at will, and would leave after giving her orders.

She could only save herself, that is, hugging Jiang Junjue's thigh tightly, pretending to be powerful.

"Xiao Zhang, it's getting late, please find your seat as soon as possible and don't be late." Jiang Junjue turned to look at Zhang Yiyu who was beside him, pretending to be concerned and patted her on the shoulder, as if an elder cares for a younger generation. thick.

Zhang Yiyu knew that she had passed the test.

The rhetoric that Ziss taught her has already gained the trust of this old-timer, seamlessly misleading the players on their route to solve the puzzle.

Even so, she still felt as if she was in a dream, her steps were wavering and soft.

After hearing the news from Qisi, this man seemed to have locked himself in a coffin. For an old scheming guy like him to put himself in danger, the situation in front of him is likely to be more serious than imagined.

What's worse is that Qiss didn't tell her a word about what happened to this copy...

If Qiss dies and she doesn't know anything, and the lie is well-made or not, just saying that she ate people, the Bureau of Investigation will most likely not let her have an easy time!

"Siqike must be back before ten o'clock... I haven't been cleared of suspicion yet. If I leave the main force and go to the cemetery to find him, wouldn't I be inviting trouble?"

Zhang Yiyu prayed to Buddha, God and Allah in her heart, walked into a classroom tremblingly, counted the numbers on the desk, and finally found her corresponding number "16" and sat in.

The classroom she was in was not big and the furnishings were very simple. There was only a blackboard hanging on the podium and dozens of desks and chairs facing the podium.

At this moment, she already had five players seated, all nervously staring at the mechanical clock behind the blackboard.

The hands moved forward minute by minute, and the hour hand was getting closer and closer to the Arabic numeral "10". The sound of "ticking" mechanical rotation hit Zhang Yiyu's heart in silence.

She looked sideways at the door as discreetly as possible. From where she sat, she could just see the stairs. It was empty and no one was passing by.

At nine fifty-nine, Zhang Yiyu finally couldn't help it anymore and called out in her heart: "Boss, how are you doing over there? Do you need me to find a chance to dig you out?"

Silence, silence without response, no sound at all...

Zhang Yiyu's heart sank a little bit, and countless terrifying speculations grew in her heart, including whether Qisi had suffered an accident.

During the long wait, the hour hand fell on "10", and the sound of overlapping footsteps sounded outside the door, as if there were a dozen identical people walking past in various directions.

Ms. Medina walked into the classroom from the front door with heavy steps, stood on the podium, and announced coldly: "There is a bad boy who is late. When I see him again, he will be punished the most severely! "

At the same time, Zhang Yiyu finally heard Qisi's voice: "I can't come back."

"What do you mean? Boss, are you in any danger, or are you just running out of time? What should I do? Do you still need me to find you?" Zhang Yiyu silently read out a series of questions in her heart.

However, all words fell into the sea. After finishing the previous sentence, Qisi fell into silence and never uttered another word.

On the podium, Ms. Medina was holding a piece of chalk and writing on the blackboard with her back to the players. She looked like a serious teacher.

Zhang Yiyu, however, was on pins and needles. She wished she could get out of class immediately, find an opportunity to go to the cemetery, open the coffin behind tombstone No. 47, and see if the people inside were dead or alive.

It's not that she cares about Ziss, it's just that the only one willing to help her kill other players right now is Ziss.

If Zis is alive, this game will be 2v18; if Zis is dead, her survival probability will fall to the bottom.

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