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Chapter 186 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (31) "Drink more hot water"

Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, in the corridor on the third floor.

Zhou Datong held Jiang Junjue, put a white blade in front of his neck, tried his best to make a fierce look, and glared at the players around him: "You let Brother Chen go, or I will kill him!"

At this moment, all the players around were more or less defeated. The most miserable one had his right leg cut off at the root and was lying on the ground twitching, moaning in pain.

Two steps away from Zhou Datong, two members of the Tingfeng Guild tightly held Chen Lidong's arms and pressed him to the ground, forming a confrontation.

On the afternoon of June 2, after searching the entire school without finding any trace of Qiss, Chen Lidong realized that there was a high probability that he would not be able to complete the side mission of "Catch 47" assigned by Ms. Medina.

He made a decisive decision to collect the materials for dispensing the medicine as soon as possible and complete the main task.

As long as he clears the dungeon within the time limit for punishment, he still has a glimmer of hope.

Afterwards, Chen Lidong and Zhou Datong attacked a lone player, drove him into the bathroom, killed him, and obtained a portion of soil.

The two quietly took some yellow flowers and yellow butterflies from several corpses that had been dead for a long time, and picked the poisonous mushrooms on Philide's back, gathering together the materials needed to prepare two antidotes.

Everything seemed to be going well. Chen Lidong thought simply. Since Jiang Junjue didn't want to do the dirty work, he would do it. He first tested the medicine on himself, then killed the person and mixed the medicine. He was not afraid that Jiang Junjue would take Qiao like his mother-in-law.

During the process, Jiang Junjue's unconscious and acquiescent attitude also provided him with a kind of encouragement invisibly. The two seemed to have a tacit understanding in some respects.

On the morning of June 3, a fire broke out in the small room on the second floor where records were stored, burning all the furs with records.

In the chaos, what Chen Lidong didn't expect was that Jiang Junjue would attack without warning.

"Chen Lidong, I suspect that you are a massacre player and that you belong to the Sila Guild." After Jiang Junjue pointed out the fact that he killed people, he made a judgment in a deep voice, "You do not hesitate to kill anyone in order to complete the main mission. You are still just one, Are you planning to kill us all next?"

As soon as these words came out, it was like throwing a cup as a sign. Some of the other players retreated away, while others took out their weapons and approached Chen Lidong and Zhou Datong.

Chen Lidong understood and sneered: "Okay!"

Before anyone could react, he drew out his white blade and stabbed the player closest to him in the abdomen.

The player subconsciously dodged, and the force of the knife continued unabated, landing on the root of his leg, like cutting tofu vertically, cutting off the entire thigh.

Blood splattered on the faces of the nearest people, and wailing sounds suddenly rushed to the ceiling. Chen Lidong drew his knife, twisted his wrist, and slashed the neck of another player.

The player hurriedly ducked down and hit the bridge of his nose with the blade, almost slicing off half of his face.

The sword is a good sword, and people have practiced it. Chen Lidong raised his knife and stabbed him quickly and accurately, with the knife pointing towards the vital part.

At this moment, everyone came to their senses. They each picked up their weapons to protect the key points, and greeted Chen Lidong and Zhou Datong.

Someone stepped on the stomach of the player who fell first, and the two fell into a ball. They were kicked several times in the chaos, and they let out several miserable screams.

No one can take care of them. Chen Lidong waved his white blade and held his backpack in front of him to block. However, he still received several blows on his arm, and meat foam flew into his eyes, immediately turning the corners of his eyes red.

Although Tingfeng's people are thin and have no martial arts foundation, they are better at having a rich reserve of props. All kinds of strange and weird moves appeared in endlessly, and they were thrown at Chen Lidong randomly, and he quickly gained the upper hand.

On the other side, two young men who looked like white-collar workers surrounded Zhou Datong, probably trying to pick a weak point. However, the situation at Chen Lidong's side was completely different. They lacked exercise on weekdays, and when they met Zhou Datong, who was used to doing manual labor, they couldn't get enough of it for even half a day.

Zhou Datong had no weapon in his hand, so he could only punch him with a fist as big as a bowl. He was confused by the unexpected situation, but he also knew that he could not lose this battle.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Junjue, who was watching from the wall in the distance. He had an idea. While dealing with the two people in front of him, he pushed the battle circle towards that place. Soon he was only two steps away from Jiang Junjue.

It's now! Zhou Datong knocked one person away with his left shoulder, picked up the collar of the other person with his right hand, and threw it at Jiang Junjue. When the latter ducked to avoid it, he pounced on him.

The situation changed in an instant. Chen Lidong saw the opportunity and threw the white blade in his hand towards Zhou Datong. The next second, he was held by two Tingfeng members, one on the left and one on the right.

Zhou Datong took the blade, flipped his wrist and put it on Jiang Junjue's neck, looking around at everyone: "You let Brother Chen go, or I'll kill him!"

The red-eyed players had to stop their movements, gasping loudly, and their eyes were focused on his face for a while.

In the silence, Jiang Junjue smiled and asked feebly: "Is it worth it?"

"He used you like that, and you still sacrificed your life for him, even if you didn't hesitate to offend our Tingfeng Guild... Do you know that with the strength of both of you, you have exposed your identity as a massacre player. Even if you leave this dungeon, you are destined to not live long... "

"Fuck you!" Chen Lidong spit out bloody foam and sneered coldly, "Whether we live or not is none of your business? Even if we die, we can't die at the hands of a bastard like you!"

Jiang Junjue didn't seem to hear him. He squinted his sleepy eyes and continued talking to himself: "Zhou Datong, when the dungeon first started, Chen Lidong pulled you into the corridor together. If something happens like this, you can support him. "

"Later, he went out to explore on his own, and asked you to follow us to deliver information to him, so that he could get higher performance points. The risk of being seen forming a team is borne by you."

"It's the same now. He triggered the side mission himself and rushed to clear the dungeon. What does it have to do with you? You have no time limit, but he still wants to drag you into the water and let you bear the responsibility of killing. He seems to be innocent. Good intentions..."

"You fart!" Chen Lidong interrupted him, "Speaking of team formation, do you think I can't tell that you are also in a team? What's the point of killing people? They are all foxes with thousands of years, what kind of chat are you playing with me? How many official players are there? Have you never killed anyone? This main mission is obviously to teach us how to kill people. I helped you do it, and you got the advantage and pretended to be a holy mother!"

Jiang Junjue ignored him and only turned his head to look at Zhou Datong: "Little brother, this is what I have to say. You, Brother Chen, are not a kind person. Once there is a conflict of interest, he will have to attack you sooner or later."

Chen Lidong finally saw that Jiang Junjue had no intention of debating scriptures with him from the beginning. Everything he said had a clear purpose. He just wanted to drive a wedge between him and Zhou Datong, so as to take the opportunity to get rid of Zhou Datong's hostage.

Chen Lidong naturally knew that the most effective way to get rid of the hostage was to instigate the people who held him hostage, but he had no choice but to find an entry point to persuade Tingfeng Guild and the others. Jiang Junjue is undoubtedly an experienced person when it comes to how he behaves, and is even more impeccable than him...

In the stalemated stalemate, Chen Lidong could only stare at Zhou Datong's face, hoping that his not-so-smart teammate could uncover the conspiracy and stick to his side.

But how is it possible? Jiang Junjue was actually right. From beginning to end, he was just using Zhou Datong...

In the dim corridor covered with mushrooms, the smell of blood slowly grew in everyone's noses. The man with the broken leg was still whinnying with more air coming out and less air coming in. Drops of sweat and blood were interlaced on the floor. There was a pattering sound on the concrete floor.

"Brother Chen, I know you are using me." Zhou Datong suddenly spoke. Although he still had an accent, his pronunciation was very clear.

Chen Lidong looked stern, and then listened to this silly teammate say seriously: "But I am willing to be used by you! Although I have no education, I also know that a person must know how to repay kindness. You have helped me, you can use me in any way!"

Chen Lidong was stunned. In his impression, he did teach Zhou Datong some things in the past few copies, but they were mostly insignificant details, which were not at the same level as the current crisis.

Is Zhou Datong stupid? Are you willing to sacrifice your life for him for such a small favor?

Jiang Junjue took a deep breath and said: "Slaughter players are on the opposite side of all mankind. They put themselves in the spotlight because of a so-called favor. Your Brother Chen may still be laughing at you for being stupid in his heart. Being able to kill people in order to clear the level as soon as possible, From a small point of view, it is selfish, but from a big point of view, it is anti-humanity..."

Zhou Datong pressed the white blade against Jiang Junjue's neck, successfully making him swallow the next few words: "Any of you can say that Brother Chen is not good, but I can't! Brother Chen has never been sorry to me, and I can't be sorry to him. !”

In the stagnant atmosphere, the players were breathing lightly or heavily one after another. Everyone was suppressing something, and it was about to explode.

After a long time, Jiang Junjue sighed and looked at the two people who were pressing Chen Lidong: "Forget it, I will count down to three times and let's let go. By then we will not be in conflict with each other."

"Three, two, one..."

…

"Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three..."

At the Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall, Ziss stood at the sink in the canteen and put his hand under the gurgling water.

The icy cold water fell down the wrist, removing the scalding heat, and at a certain point, it brought a palpable itching.

Large swaths of gray soil spread over the parts that came into contact with the water flow, coating the palms with a layer of rough dead skin, as gray as a zombie that had been buried in the ground for a long time.

"It seems that using cold water to cool down is not feasible..." Qisi shook off the water drops on his hands and put his hands into his pockets. "After half a minute, lesions will appear on the parts that have been exposed to the water. No wonder those dishes and chopsticks no matter how old they are, Even if it's dirty, it's all set to be washed in half a minute..."

It was already five o'clock in the evening, and there was still an hour before dinner time. Qisi found a seat and sat down, and took out a piece of paper from his backpack to review.

After a while, Chang Xu and Shuo Meng also came in from the door and sat down where they had been at noon.

Chang Xu glanced at Qisi who was limp and paralyzed. After struggling for a while, he finally asked, "Are you sick? You seem to have been in low spirits since you came out of the coffin."

Qisi knew that he was not hiding it very well, and it would not be surprising for someone with a keen eye to see it. He simply smiled and teased: "So, for the sake of me dragging the sick body to give you clues, kill Ms. Medina." The mission depends on you.”

Chang Xu thought about it and felt that what he said made sense, so he nodded solemnly.

Meng looked at Qisi, who looked half-dead, and after holding it in for a long time, he spit out four words: "Drink more hot water."

Qisi's expression became strange: "..."

He hadn't heard this kind of thing for a long time, and now that it happened suddenly, it was really a novel experience in a sense.

Of course, having fun alone is not as good as having fun together. Rather than experiencing it himself, he would rather share it with everyone...

Chang Xu sensed that something was not right about the atmosphere, and then added what he said in his dream: "Have a good rest and remember to take medicine."

Chiss silently put the blank paper into his backpack and decisively changed the subject: "You guys help me kill Ms. Medina first, and then I will take the recorder out of the props rack and lend it to you. Wait until night, and you will find a way to destroy the display cabinet. , take out the information inside and put it in the coffin - I can help you bury it. "

Chang Xu thought seriously: "Who will dig me out when I get to Hong Maple Leaf Boarding School?"

"Dig it out... With your strength, you can easily lift it up, right?"

Chang Xu made a quick calculation and shook his head: "I'm not sure I can push the coffin lid away together with the soil on it."

Qisi held his forehead and said, "Ah, if it doesn't work out, I'll just stick that tattered card of yours into my own throat... For a good person like you, his soul must be ascending after death..."

Amid the sound of meaningless conversation, the surrounding light gradually dimmed, casting a dark shadow over everyone and everything.

The hour hand of the clock pointed to six o'clock, and the plates in front of everyone were filled with vegetable paste out of thin air, exuding a disgusting smell.

"Ta, ta, ta..."

A series of footsteps came from far away. A few seconds later, the tour guide in black gauze stood at the door of the cafeteria with a small red flag and said with a smile: "Passengers, these meals are based on the recipes of the old boarding schools." I hope you can experience the lives of aboriginal children personally..."

"Why should we feel it?" Zis held his chin with his hand, not suppressing the residual malice in his eyes. "To feel the suffering of the victim, from a moral level, it should be the perpetrator's doing; from a rational level, There is no value in dwelling on what has happened..."

"Of course, humans have never been able to clearly clarify the relationship between grudges, guilt, and regret, and hatred is not always directed at the real enemy..."

While he was speaking, Chang Xu had already moved. Dressed in black, he almost blended into the shadows, and the bright blue light between his fingers shot toward the tour guide like lightning.

His ghostly figure turned into an afterimage, and he was behind the tour guide in a few breaths. The shiny and reflective destiny poker was drawn forward, leading a string of blood beads to sputter into a line.

There was no scream or struggle. The tour guide fell forward silently, as light and weightless as a deflated rubber ball.

The black corpse fell to the gray floor and splashed dust. The blood exploded from the injured area, smearing a strange red color.

From beginning to end, Qisi stared at the system interface intently.

The tour guide is dead, but the system interface is as quiet as death, and the prompt that the main task has been completed is delayed...

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