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Chapter 178 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-three) "He never replied"

The content of Ms. Medina's lectures is English. If Shang Qingbei were here, he might be a little interested; but unfortunately, most of the players who are still alive are past the age where they need to take the English test.

They are either restless or restless, but they still have to pretend to be paying attention to the lecture in front of the NPC, which is simply miserable.

Fortunately, at eleven o'clock sharp, a harsh bell rang on time, announcing the end of class.

Medina gathered all the players in the corridor and glanced at everyone's face with a cold gaze: "I know that many of you didn't have a good rest last night, and you slipped out of the dormitory while I wasn't paying attention. ——Whoever did this knows it himself.”

Seeing this faction settling accounts, the players all held their breaths and waited anxiously for the judgment to come. A few people with poor psychological quality were already trembling in a daze.

Ms. Medina seemed to be satisfied with the players' fear, her gray eyes narrowed slightly: "Of course, I keep my word, and I can forgive all your violations on the first day. But there is a bad boy who took my things, He hasn’t come back yet, this bad behavior must be punished.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a small player in the crowd burst out with an exclamation. Everyone looked in response and saw that a large yellow flower suddenly bloomed on his chest, spitting out the stamens vigorously and enthusiastically, and flowed down like a waterfall.

He howled in pain and fell backwards to the ground, rolling and twitching. There were constant yellow flowers being crushed by him, but soon more flowers bloomed from the corpse of the flower, covering him with broken petals and intact stamens, and climbing in all directions.

The few people closest to it seemed to have woken up from a dream and quickly stepped aside, fearing that they would be contaminated by this weird plant. Soon, there was only an open space full of yellow flowers left near the fallen player.

He was still struggling relentlessly. As more and more flowers bloomed on his chest, it became difficult for him to even move. He could only tremble his limbs and let out breathless moans.

The sudden death point did not give anyone time to react. The players stood aside stiffly and watched as the unlucky ghost's struggles became weaker and weaker, his voice became softer and softer, and he was gradually drowned by the flowers.

It wasn't until the people on the ground were completely silent that Ms. Medina walked over, groped among the flowers on the corpse, and grabbed a few pieces of yellowed letter paper.

Some players recognized it. It was the letter that Jiang Junjue claimed to have copied from Ms. Medina's office.

Now it seems that Jiang Junjue lied. These letters have not gone through the copying process at all, they are originals!

"There is another bad boy who burned down the archives. It's unforgivable! Although some people have been punished for this, I know that he is not the real culprit." Ms. Medina stared at everyone's eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice. Said, "I already know the answer to who did it, but I hope you can report him and catch him!"

The players were looked at with viper-like eyes, and most of them did not dare to move rashly, but a few of them cast suspicious looks at Zhang Yiyu. At present, the only ones who have clearly been to the archives alone are her and the dead Nobuhiro Yamakawa.

Ms. Medina looked around, but could not find the culprit in the crowd, and shook her head in disappointment.

"Between 11 o'clock and 12 noon, there is free time. At 12 o'clock, everyone will gather in the cafeteria on time." She dropped a word and walked away with the letter.

It wasn't until her footsteps disappeared in the corridor that the players relaxed a little, and the sound of breathing sounded one after another in the silence, with the feeling of joy of surviving the disaster.

Ms. Medina in this school is an incomprehensible existence, and her behavior has no rules at all; which players to deal with and which players to let go all depend on mood...

You know, the rules never say that players are not allowed to take things in the office...

"Jiang Junjue, what do you mean?" The young man wearing earrings took the lead in attacking Jiang Junjue.

The stud earring man and the dead little man were roommates.

At this moment, he spoke eloquently: "You had long expected that something would happen if you took those letters with you, so you put them on the third floor and asked us to go up and read them together. You lied to us and said those letters were copied. Didn't you tell us earlier? Are you just trying to find a scapegoat to bear Ms. Medina’s punishment on your behalf?”

Jiang Junjue took off the cigarette from his mouth with two fingers and silently clamped it to his ear. The players all looked at him nonchalantly, waiting for his explanation.

Seeing that Jiang Junjue remained silent, the man with earrings became even more unreasonable: "We respect you as a veteran player in Tingfeng Guild, so we choose to trust you and follow your arrangements, not to let you treat us as fools and use us wantonly. of……"

[Important NPC Ms. Medina has been infected with "Insomnia", and the copy is about to enter a new stage]

A cold system prompt interrupted his words, and loading progress bars popped up on all players' system interfaces without warning.

They looked at each other, and some of them had some suspicions, looking at Jiang Junjue who once again held the cigarette butt between his fingers.

[New rules are loading...scenes are being updated...]

Amidst a series of irritating busy tones, Jiang Junjue dropped the cigarette butt in his hand and calmly uttered three words: "Success."

He looked around at everyone and explained calmly: "From what happened in the bathroom yesterday, you should have discovered that germs can be transmitted through contact with the dirt on the patient. The letters I found in the office are well preserved and contain a lot of information. They should be very important to Ms. Medina. In other words, once she finds that the letters are lost, she will definitely find a way to get them back."

"So, after I realized that I was sick, I smeared some of the dirt that fell off my body on those letters. Of course, at that time I didn't know that this disease was called 'insomnia', I just thought that dragging the hostile NPC into the water could give us some advantages."

Speaking of Here, Jiang Junjue looked at the indignant earring man and sighed apologetically: "I told you that I copied those letters, and I didn't mean to harm any of you. I was just afraid that someone would report me to Ms. Medina out of fear after asking. I always have to ensure my own safety first, so I had to conceal some facts."

"As for the death of that young comrade, it was completely beyond my expectation. How could I have thought that someone would secretly carry something that was casually placed under the floor?"

This statement sounded reasonable. Although the players still had some doubts, they didn't continue to struggle.

In the corridor, the already dim scene became even darker, with dark water stains seeping out from the corners of the walls and the cracks in the floor, and small mushroom plants growing darkly.

The air was filled with the heavy smell of rotting plants, mixed with the smelly smell of fermented disinfectant, weaving the shadow of disease and death.

On the system interface, new prompts are refreshed, accompanied by a cold voice:

[Loading completed, the dungeon has started a new stage]

[After the last aboriginal in the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School was also infected, Mr. Tolson made the decision to block the school and prevent the spread of the disease. ]

[Yes, the historical Red Maple Leaf Boarding School experienced a massacre on June 8th without leaving any evidence, and it was labeled as an "accident" for a long time. ]

[From today's perspective, this massacre may be an unforgivable crime against humanity; but it is undeniable that the death of the patient did effectively curb the spread of the disease and saved a large area of ​​innocent land. ]

[Of course, there are still fish that slip through the net of the massacre. There is a lucky child who escaped from the cruel purgatory on earth - who among you will he be? 】

[The mission time limit has been triggered]

[Mission time: 5 days 12:49]

The time in the instance is 11:11 on June 2, which means that at midnight on June 8, most people will die as recorded in the archives, and only one person will survive by using the guaranteed death toll mechanism...

The countdown of life is hanging over their heads like the sword of Damocles. The players all look unhappy, and they all look at Jiang Junjue with resentment.

Jiang Junjue, however, looks indifferent, and stands there weakly, as if the life and death of others have nothing to do with him.

The text on the system interface is still refreshing:

[The main quest has been updated, and a new replaceable quest has been added]

[Main quest (optional): Configure enough potions to cure everyone's "insomnia\