Infinite weird games

No matter what, the office is out of bounds.

Although the Destiny Pocket Watch can still activate several times of retrospection, the soul in the hand is the bargaining chip on the gambling table in the future. Use a little to get a little less, and Qisi still plans to use it sparingly.

He stood at the top of the stairs and waited for a while, and saw Reiko's figure emerging from the corner of the corridor, all alone, casting a long and narrow shadow behind her.

Lingzi also saw Qisi and asked with a smile: "Lu Ming, have you handed over the review to Teacher Li?"

Qisi put on an embarrassed look and said: "I just made her angry in the afternoon, and now I don't know how to face her. Lingzi, you have a better relationship with Teacher Li. Can you help me hand over the review to her?" Can you say something for me?"

He handed the self-examination forward, and Lingzi reached out to take it, smiling reassuringly: "Teacher Li is really nice. As long as you sincerely admit your mistakes, she won't care too much about you. However, I'll help you with the self-examination first. Leave it to her."

Qisi thanked her profusely and watched Lingzi enter the office and come out again.

"Teacher Li is not in the office." The girl said regretfully, "Originally, such things as review should be handed in in person."

"Really?"

Qisi was extremely sure that Li Fang was in the office. Li Fang was in the office at this time before going back. There was no reason that the situation would be different after going back again.

Is the space that Reiko entered different from his? Or is it because of the principle of "one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers" that Reiko can't see Li Fang, who is also an important NPC? So what to do in class?

Qisi asked after careful consideration: "Lingzi, do you have Teacher Li's class tomorrow?"

"Yes." Lingzi nodded and agreed proactively, "Then I will help you hand over the review to Teacher Li tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you very much."

The bell for the start of evening self-study rang at the right time, and students in the corridor hurried to their classrooms.

Qisi returned to his seat in the classroom of Class 9, Grade 3, and saw the day's homework written in chalk on the blackboard. A teacher-looking person was sitting on the podium. Everything was no different from an ordinary middle school evening self-study.

He took out Lu Ming's homework and started writing it very patiently. The knowledge in junior high school is very simple, and the homework assignments are not very demanding. Only halfway through the first period of evening self-study, he has already finished all the homework on paper.

There were voices in the distance, and it sounded like the teacher was scolding the students.

"You're not paying attention to your homework? Why are you looking out the window?"

"How much homework is left? Do you still have to write extracurricular questions?"

"You're lazy and stupid, what are you doing sitting here? Why don't you die?"

Qisi probably understood. It must be that a teacher was inspecting and found that the students were not focused enough on self-study in the evening, so he was scolded for a paragraph.

In some middle schools that implement militarized management, such strictness would be normal; but in this instance, it would be very inconsistent.

Zisi clearly remembered that the bulletin board of Hope Middle School kept saying that students were given a happy education that promoted their nature; the students during the day were quite lawless and did not look like they were living under high pressure.

This copy has a strong sense of fragmentation, as if two completely different sets of rules have been forcibly combined.

After the patrolling teacher scolded the students in one class, footsteps sounded again, stopping in the next class.

"What are you doing standing up? Did you ask for permission from the teacher if you want to go to the toilet?"

"Raised your hand, didn't the teacher see it? Then you just keep raising it..."

In this way, the patrolling teacher walked to Qisi's class.

Qisi picked up the pen and wrote down line after line of words in the draft book without looking away. It was a sincere review.

The homework has been done, and checking it can easily be regarded as laziness and relaxation; and he rummaged through Lu Ming's drawer and found no extracurricular questions... so he could only write a review.

Footsteps walked into the class, and two students were picked up, silently preparing to be scolded.

The teacher in charge of evening self-study on the podium immediately stood up and carried them out of the classroom one by one.

The footsteps stopped next to Qisi, and a pale hand pulled out the draft book written by Qisi: "Stand up, what are you writing? Your class doesn't have any composition homework, right? How long have you been writing messy things? "

Qisi stood up and finally saw the appearance of the patrolling teacher.

He was wearing a pure black suit, his face was as pale as paper, his facial features were as flat as a painting, and his limbs were thin and long, making it easy for people to think of mummies and human skin.

His style of painting is obviously incompatible with other NPCs. If the others are as real as living people, he is obviously a ghost, and he has just come out of a word game with insufficient funds and has not had time to be three-dimensional. .

"I am writing a review to Teacher Li." Qisi said truthfully.

Although he has already finished one copy, who stipulates that he cannot write more copies of the review?

"Which Teacher Li?" The patrolling teacher stared at Qisi with his dark eyes, as if trying to determine whether he was lying.

Qisi did not dodge and replied in a low voice: "It's Teacher Li Fang."

"Li Fang?" The patrolling teacher's voice was cold and jerky, "How long has it been and you are still doing such useless things... I have to go find her tomorrow."

Qisi successfully deflected the conflict and continued to look at the teacher who was obviously a ghost in front of him with a look of sincerity and fear. Then he saw the latter making a downward gesture to him: "Sit down and do your homework quickly."

"I've finished my homework. I originally wanted to do extracurricular questions, but Teacher Li collected the extracurricular questions and hasn't sent them out yet." Qisi added jealously.

He searched the desks of other students before dinner to make sure there were no extracurricular questions in their drawers. When he was invited to the office in the afternoon, he saw mountains of extracurricular questions and practice papers under Li Fang's desk.

Although I don’t know why Li Fang collected the students’ extracurricular questions and didn’t distribute them, it’s a good idea to take the blame now.

As for whether Li Fang is a good teacher or a bad teacher, what does it have to do with him?

It was precisely because System Notes and Lingzi both said that Li Fang was a good teacher that Qisi dared to deal with her so blatantly. After all, good teachers basically have the professional ethics of "not angering students".

Sure enough, after listening to Qisi's words, the patrol teacher looked even more dissatisfied, and murmured: "Li Fang is so shameless, we must talk to her, we must!"

He turned around and left, not caring about the remaining students. Several of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

Qisi sat back in his seat with his eyes downcast, picked up a Chinese textbook and flipped through it.

…

The barrage chat in the live broadcast room was very lively.

"Is Si Qi going too far? I feel that Li Fang is indeed a responsible teacher. If he makes a snitch like this and wants to let me go to junior high school, other teachers will definitely not look at him."

"Holy Mother, please forgive me. This is a copy of a weird game. No matter how responsible Li Fang is, she is still a ghost. What normal person would empathize with a ghost?"

"By the way, aren't Qiss worried about the consequences of doing this? Oh, he has been isolated by his classmates and hated by the teacher, so that's okay."

"This dungeon feels so real. If the patrolling teacher hadn't appeared, I would have thought it was a real junior high school..."

…    Chis could not see the barrage, but he could see the continuous rewards and emotional pie charts, which were blinking and irritating.

He was too lazy to pay attention and directly hid the interface. He studied the textbooks of various subjects out of sight and out of mind, and almost recalled most of the knowledge he had in junior high school.

The underlying settings of this dungeon world were almost the same as reality. Even the textbooks were versions that Qisi was familiar with. For a few moments, Qiss really thought he was re-study in middle school.

He compared tomorrow's class schedule, previewed and reviewed the corresponding homework, just in case the dungeon came out with sinister intentions to randomly check, and randomly added that if you failed to pass the exam, you would be chased by ghosts. This is a common setting in school dungeons.

The first period of evening self-study was over, the bell rang, and all the students recovered from their frightened state and dispersed.

Some picked up their water glasses and went out to get water, some took their homework and discussed the answers with the people before and after them, and some were talking among themselves in whispers.

"The dean is getting more and more aggressive. It's so scary. I was scared to death the moment he entered the class."

"Lu Ming actually complained to him about being an old witch, hahaha. The two of them have never dealt with each other. I don't know who will win this time."

"I feel like Lu Ming is going to be in trouble tomorrow. He's been really different lately. He always gets into trouble with the old witch."

Qisi heard every word clearly, and then he knew that the patrolling teacher was the dean of students, and he had a long-standing grudge against Li Fang.

I just don’t know if this hatred stems from the ideological differences between colleagues, or the ghost’s territorial awareness...

Chiss looked out the window. The two students who had been called out before were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they had entered the dean's office to confess.

He walked out and walked back and forth in the corridor, but didn't see anyone standing there.

He returned to the class and asked the boys at the back table: "The two of them have been taken away by the dean for fifteen minutes, and I don't know when they will come back. Aren't you afraid that it will affect your learning if you spend so long lecturing?"

The boy gave him a cold look without saying a word, making it clear that he wanted to ignore him.

Zeiss pulled out the blade from his bracelet and smiled gently.

The boy swallowed and said, "They probably won't come back. The dean of teachers doesn't know what's going on lately. He tries to persuade anyone he doesn't like to leave. All the people he took out have never appeared again."

Is it really just about persuading people to quit? Zeiss wasn't convinced, but he didn't intend to ask any more questions.

When the class bell rang, he turned around and watched the students return to their seats one after another. The teacher also sat on the podium, staring at the students sitting under the stage.

As expected, the two students who had been caught by the dean and kicked out of the class did not come back. The classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and the only sound that could be heard was the tip of the pen rubbing against the page.

As time passed by, Zis read the textbook on morality and rule of law with great interest, and glanced at the dial of the fate pocket watch.

At 8:50, there are still twenty minutes left before the end of the second period of evening self-study. It’s almost time.

He raised his right hand and covered his stomach with his left hand. His whole body was shaking violently, as if he was not feeling well but was trying to endure it.

The teacher on the podium raised his head, saw Qisi's raised hand, and asked, "Lu Ming, what's wrong with you?"

Qisi said angrily: "Teacher, my stomach hurts and I want to go to the toilet."

He was so weak that he looked like he would die in the classroom any second.

The teacher nodded quickly: "Go quickly, be careful on the road."

Qisi said "Thank you, teacher" and left the classroom through the back door.

He had long planned to end the evening self-study in advance and search the dormitory while other students were away; and from the words of the dean scolding other students for not raising their hands to report when they went to the toilet, he knew that going to the toilet during the evening self-study was allowed, as long as he let As long as the teacher agrees.

Then, it is completely feasible to get out of here by using the excuse of going to the toilet at the end of the evening self-study.

Qi Si walked towards the direction of Junior 3 (10) Class.

There are stairs on both sides of the teaching building, but except when people are fighting for the front row for meals, few people use the stairs on the Junior 3 (10) Class side.

Because there is a dirty and smelly toilet next to it. The smell inside can make people almost faint. It is more terrible than the teacher's office.

Qi Si held his breath and walked past the toilet. Suddenly, he heard a very low sobbing sound coming from the toilet. The lingering sound lingered in his ears.

Someone was crying, and it seemed to be a girl.

He looked sideways and saw the dark pool of blood again, which was slowly flowing out of the toilet, like a deliberately scar, lying on the ground.

His footsteps paused, and Qi Si couldn't hold his breath anymore. He took a deep breath, and the strong stench of decay filled his nose. It belonged to a dead body.

There is a dead person in the toilet. Someone must have come to the toilet during the ten minutes between evening self-study, but no one noticed anything unusual, which means that the dead person in the toilet is invisible to NPCs.

Is it similar to the situation with Lingzi's head in the utility room of the cafeteria?

Qi Si held the fate pocket watch and walked closer step by step.

The pool of blood came from the women's toilet. He followed the pool of blood, turned in calmly, and opened the iron door of the compartment where the blood was flowing.

The stench behind the door escaped the seal and hit him in the face, and the blood and maggots all over the place hit his eyes.

Qi Si saw that the girl's limbs were bent into a ball, and her whole body was stuffed into the small squat toilet, with her pale face leaning against the edge.

Her expression was blank and innocent, as if she didn't know why she had suffered such a disaster, and she seemed to hope that the people who witnessed all this could lend a hand.

It's Lingzi again!

Including the opening CG of the dungeon, this is the third corpse of Lingzi that Qi Si has seen in this dungeon!

How can a person who is still alive and kicking have so many bodies in different places, at different times, and in different ways of death?

Is it an illusion, or some other setting?

In front of me, a large system prompt is refreshed.

[Congratulations on finding three bodies of Lingzi and discovering one of the core mechanisms of this copy]

[The ending of the girl has been written by the gods. No matter how many times she reincarnates, she cannot get out of the infinite cycle of seven days]

[She is destined to die and will suffer more and more. No one can change her fate, but some people start reincarnation without knowing their own abilities]

[Let the pain and sadness end as soon as possible. Please find her bodies within seven days and let the dying people trapped in the cycle rest in peace]

[The main task has been triggered]

Under the original main task of "Participate in the fireworks festival seven days later", there is an additional line of optional tasks.

[Main task: Find Lingzi's body (3/7)] (End of this chapter)