They Are Not Human!

"Exclude the third building of the teaching building."

Fu Ranxiu's indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

Wen Qing was still dreaming. In the dream, the voice of the dean's mother suddenly changed to that of Fu Ranxiu, causing him to open his eyes suddenly.

"Exclude the third building of the teaching building." Fu Ranxiu's voice sounded again on the radio.

Wen Qing stared blankly at the white ceiling, her mind gradually turning.

He is still in the copy.

Still a copy of the game.

Thinking, Wen Qing sat up quickly and glanced at the time.

It's six in the morning.

He slept for three hours? !

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at Jiang Yan and Song Xuan on the side: "Didn't you call me?"

Jiang Yan winked at him, curled his lips and smiled: "We are not sleepy."

"Just get some sleep and the building will be safe for at least four hours."

Wen Qing rubbed his eyes, got up and said, "You guys should rest."

"In case someone comes over later..."

Jiang Yan bent his lips, walked in front of him, held his shoulders, and pressed Wen Qing back to the folding bed: "Impossible."

"It's only six o'clock. Since they are playing games, they should still be sleeping."

"Just closing the circle, whether they are looking for someone or not, the transfer students are either running or worrying about being discovered."

"It is estimated that at eight or nine o'clock, we feel that we are too tired to let our guard down and come out again."

After speaking, Jiang Yan turned to look at Song Xuan and asked with a smile, "Am I right? Classmate Song."

Song Xuan looked indifferent, neither nodded nor shook his head.

Jiang Yan didn't intend to let him go, so he raised the corner of his mouth: "Oh, it's the default."

Song Xuan's face was slightly dark, and he was about to speak when he suddenly heard the voice of a person whose phone vibrated slightly.

He took out his phone, but there was no message.

Song Xuan lifted his eyelids and noticed Wen Qing's slightly stiff expression.

Wen Qing nervously grabbed the phone in her pocket, and now she is completely awake and not sleepy at all.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated again.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she glanced at Song Xuan nervously, her heart beating violently.

In front of Song Xuan, he couldn't take out his mobile phone.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, got up and said, "I'll go wash my face."

After that, he walked quickly to the toilet.

He walked out in a hurry, not even closing the office door.

Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes and saw that something was wrong with Wen Qing.

Song Xuan immediately got up and followed.

Jiang Yan took two steps forward and stood at the door.

The men's toilet is diagonally opposite the office, and the door can be seen clearly. After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Yan still did not follow.

He leaned against the door frame, took out a cigarette, and squinted at Song Xuan's every move.

Wen Qing walked into the toilet, just about to take out her mobile phone, when she looked up and saw Song Xuan's figure in the mirror.

He had no choice but to let go and walk to the washstand, pretending to wash his face.

Song Xuan tapped the keyboard casually and picked an expression: [(^з^)-☆]

Sending a text message, he turned sideways and glanced at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing's face was full of water droplets, the hair on her forehead was tightly against her cheeks, her long eyelashes were wet with water, hanging down low, trembling uncontrollably.

The drops of water flowed down his cheeks to his lips, and the beautiful lips were wet and red, and he subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the drops of water.

Song Xuan stared for a while, and then made another expression: [(^_?)?☆]

Wen Qing just turned off the tap when the phone vibrated again.

He stiffened nervously.

Song Xuan was very close to him, and he didn't know if he heard it.

The thought flashed by, and Song Xuan was heard saying, "There seems to be a voice."

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and she blurted out, "No."

He hurriedly said, "I didn't hear it, what was it?"

The voice fell, and the phone in his pocket vibrated again.

Song Xuan stroked the keyboard with his fingertips, and said without changing his face, "It seems that something vibrated."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, glanced at Building 3 opposite, and said slowly, "Maybe someone is in Building 3, and the ankle ring is ringing."

Song Xuan replied: "It makes sense."

After speaking, he casually clicked an emoji, raised his eyes and stared at Wen Qing's nervous and gradually reddening cheeks.

Wen Qing didn't dare to look directly at Song Xuan, and only listened to his voice, thinking that Song Xuan had believed it.

He pursed his lips and walked quickly into the toilet cubicle.

Hearing the footsteps of Song Xuan following behind him, Wen Qing said without turning his head, "I-I want to get on a tuba!"

After speaking, he walked quickly into the cubicle, closed the door, and quickly took out his mobile phone.

Wen Qing didn't even glance at the text message, and quickly opened the settings and turned off the vibration mode.

In the next second, a text message pops up at the top:

【I really want to kiss you and play with you, (￣￢￣*). 】

Wen Qing was stunned, this was Song Xuan's phone.

Why do I get this weird text message?

Is Song Xuan flirting online? !

Suddenly, Song Xuan's cold voice sounded outside the compartment door: "This is the men's room, transfer students."

Then came Jiang Yan's half-smiling voice: "Huh? Afraid of being seen?"

The voices of the two were not really loud, but the teaching building in the early morning was extraordinarily quiet, and the sound collection effect of the toilet was so good that their conversation was particularly loud, with a faint echo.

Afraid that the two would quarrel again, Wen Qing quickly put away her phone and opened the door.

Jiang Yan and Song Xuan stood outside the door, looking at him at the same time.

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then said to the two, "You continue."

"I go back first."

After speaking, Wen Qing walked out directly, not forgetting to wash her hands.

Song Xuan and Jiang Yan also stopped staying in the toilet and went back to the office together.

In front of Wen Qing, the two became a little more at peace. As long as one didn't speak, the other didn't speak either.

Wen Qing sat on the chair, handed them chocolate, and blocked their mouths.

While eating chocolate himself, he continued to ponder advanced tasks.

Now comes the last question.

What happened three years ago?

If everyone in the class participates...

Song Xuan would definitely know.

And he also knew Ji Sheng.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped and looked at Song Xuan.

Song Xuan half-closed his eyes, stared at the chocolate, watched silently for a while, barely took a small bite, and then another.

He didn't seem to like eating, but he was eating slowly.

Wen Qing blinked, wondering how to ask Song Xuan when he suddenly saw the transparent trophy in Song Xuan's hand.

First place in the municipal knowledge contest.

Winners: Ji Sheng, Fu Ranxiu, Song Xuan.

Wen Qing stared blankly at the trophy and said tentatively, "Is this Jisheng the Jisheng in the news?"

Song Xuan followed his line of sight and responded.

Jiang Yan glanced at the trophy and asked with a smile, "What news?"

Wen said lightly, "News about a serial murder case."

Jiang Yan whistled and said to Song Xuan, "Did classmate Song also participate?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips, thinking to herself, she must not have participated.

Song Xuan glanced at Jiang Yan and raised the corner of his mouth: "If it were me, it would be impossible for the police to catch him."

Wen Qing silently bit a piece of chocolate, thinking that Ji Sheng should think the same way.

I'm thinking about the punishment again...

After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Are you in a good relationship? We've all played together."

"Generally, the teacher asked," Song Xuan glanced at the trophy and sneered, "Ji Sheng and Fu Ranxiu have a better relationship."

"The two of them are still studying together—" He suddenly realized, his face darkened.

Seeing his expression changed, Wen Qing asked in a low voice, "What to study together?"

Song Xuan lowered his eyes and raised the corner of his mouth: "It's nothing."

"I'll go out and make a phone call."

After speaking, he turned and left the office, walked to the corner of the corridor, and dialed Huang Mao's phone.

Huang Mao was still sleeping, and answered the phone in a daze: "Brother Song, what's the matter?"

Song Xuan's expression was cold, and his eyes were full of gloom: "What did Ji Sheng give to Fu Ranxiu before graduation?"

Huang Mao was at a loss: "Brother Song, why did you suddenly ask Ji Sheng?"

"He, isn't he already in jail?"

"Don't talk nonsense, don't you want to end this **** game?" Song Xuan asked again in a cold voice, "What did Ji Sheng give Fu Ranxiu?"

Hearing Song Xuan's first sentence, Huang Mao immediately woke up: "Okay, it seems to be a book..."

"Yes, just a few foreign books and a small ornament."

...

Wen Qing sat in the office, recalling Song Xuan's expression just now.

What Fu Ranxiu did must have something to do with Ji Sheng.

Ji Sheng, Ji Prison, Ji Yu…

A thought flashed through his mind: Is the reason why a class of students got better grades because Fu Ranxiu and Ji Yu reached a deal?

It takes a group of students to be malicious to transfer students, and they also need to spend their study time in exchange for their academic performance. Song Xuan and others can no longer attack ordinary students.

The thought flashed by.

Wen Qing heard the sound of the system ringing in her ears:

[Fifty percent of the advanced tasks are completed. 】

[Players can leave the dungeon after lifting the dungeon restrictions. 】