It's time, it's time to switch to the cranial doctor

To a certain extent, this is a natural guide to clear the dungeon, which is difficult for other professions to achieve. Even detectives may not be able to match her in the aspect of compulsively obtaining information.

In contrast, inviting ghosts to help can only be said to be a secondary means. After all, no one can say whether a ghost you have never met will hurt you in turn, just like Xu Ying who hides silently in the shadow of Lin Slowly. Same.

Speaking of which, the applicability of different professions is too different, and some skills seem to be not as effective as Zhou Zhuo's mouth... You can't fool such a talkative ghost like Muzi with skills.

Teaching building No. 1 is connected to teaching building No. 2. Each teaching building has three floors. No. 1 is the study place for senior one and senior two, and No. 2 is the place for senior three. There is a long corridor in between. The age office is There, students from the two buildings are usually not allowed to come and go, and the management is very strict.

A group of people came to the familiar teaching area, but this time the entrance to go was changed from the left to the right.

The strange thing is that the iron gate at the entrance of teaching building No. 3 is actually locked. Zhou Zhuo wanted to pull out the skull-crushing hammer to break through violently, but when he thought of the 309 wraiths in classroom 49, he decided that it would be better to play it safe and be honest and practical with the master key. Unlocked the rusty lock and opened the iron gate.

On the way to open the door, the severely aged iron door inevitably made a creaking sound. It was like a signal, and the whole teaching building came alive in an instant, making countless small sounds-footsteps, knocking on the door, reading, The sound of dragging tables and chairs, but there is no human voice.

The nearest sound was even by Zhou Zhuo's side. Judging from the sound of footsteps, someone should have run out from the corridor here, but no one saw any figure, including Muzi who had already become a ghost.

Undoubtedly, these are the reverberations of will left by the high school students who once studied in Linghua Middle School. This school is like a tape recorder that is running all the time, recording everything good and evil, and recording all good and evil at a specific time. presented.

As soon as he entered the teaching building, Zhou Zhuo checked his status.

Due to a large wave of free supplies on Muzi and eyeballs halfway, the stamina and life points are maintained at their peak, but the sanity value is indeed a bit low. Obviously, they have been replenishing, but they have unknowingly dropped to 45, which is more subtle. I don't know if it is caused by the excessive number of ghosts.

Fortunately, there was a slow-acting perpetual motion machine in his backpack, so Zhou Zhuo took out the never-ending cup noodles and started to heat himself up.

After testing, he probably came up with the basic data of this piece of equipment. It only takes 5 Sanity points to generate a box of noodles, which is very little, and it can be eaten in two big bites. After eating, it can replenish about 10 Sanity points. With enough time, you can definitely fill up your sanity.

Now that they have walked all the way, the teammates are completely numb to Zhou Zhuo eating at any time, that is, sitting on the folding stool will not return to reason, otherwise Zhou Zhuo will have to camp in place.

After finishing the basic preparations, he suddenly remembered that there was a question that he hadn't had time to ask Muzi.

"Speaking of which, some time ago, an outbound expedition team entered the school and wanted to reopen it, but it disappeared from the school. Do you know where those people are now?"

"I don't know." Muzi shook his head, "They came to the gymnasium, I asked my friends in the equipment room to help make some noise, and scared them away."

Zhou Zhuo wiped off his sweat, he didn't expect that the intersection Liu Qianqian said was so simple, thanks to the fact that there were no women in that group, otherwise it was very likely that he would die without a whole body, which is considered lucky.

"So you don't know where they went after that?"

Zhou Zhuo lowered his head and looked at the dusty ground. It was full of footprints. It was different from the No. 1 teaching building which was almost dusty. Classroom 309.

"I don't know, what does the life and death of these people have to do with me?" Muzi's tone was indifferent, as if reminding Zhou Zhuo that she was not a good person.

"I hope to find clues to the hidden mission."

A group of people officially entered No. 2 teaching building, the core building of the whole school. For the sake of safety, Zhou Zhuo first took them around on the first floor, and found that the dilapidated level of this teaching building was far more than that of No. 1 building.

After questioning, he learned that teaching building No. 2 was originally an old building, and it was said that it was bought together with the land. On this basis, teaching building No. 1 was added to connect the two buildings to facilitate daily management. An age office was set up in the corridor in the middle to separate the senior year and provide a better learning environment, so there is a big gap between the old and new buildings of the two buildings.

"However, the senior year should have a better learning environment. Why is the teaching building for the third year so dilapidated?" Lin slowly asked curiously.

Zhou Zhuo found a window at random, lay down on his stomach and looked in, all the commotion disappeared, just like when he was watched by the head teacher.

He thought it was fun, so he just passed by a class and went to watch it. Unfortunately, there are three classes on the first floor, and none of them have "friends", all of which are caused by residual echoes.

"If you finally squeezed your way into a school and found your classroom was dilapidated, how would you feel?" Zhou Zhuo answered the question with questions.

After saying this, Lin gradually understood.

The reason is very simple. There is a saying in the leek world called cheating, coming in and killing. Many people are easily confused by superficial phenomena. It is too late to get out after a deep understanding, and the same is true for reading.

The real situation of a school is often very different from the wind reviews described in the newspapers. Whether it is the appearance of teachers and students or the teaching methods, you can only understand it when you really enter it. It costs time and money, and disrupts the teaching process to a great extent.

There is still a chance to readjust in the first and second grades of senior high school. After the third year of senior high school, it will be too late to transfer to another school. Unless you have the ability to study by yourself, or rely on after-school tutoring, otherwise it is basically the same as self-defeating.

"This school is really..." Lin thought about it slowly, and finally used a wonderful word to describe it, "It's too pure, it sounds like a college entrance examination factory, although most schools are like this now, it's still a bit exaggerated .”

"The world is too big, and there are always some extreme cases that you can't imagine. After all, people can do anything for such illusory things as the future. In comparison, reading can be said to be the simplest and cheapest. It's a way." Zhou Zhuo said.

At this time, he suddenly had a very strong sense of foreboding. This feeling did not come from the environment, but from himself—his stomach hurt for no reason.

"Did you get caught in a conspiracy just now? No, two consecutive scenes did not trigger a battle in the strict sense..."

Zhou Zhuo muttered for a while, and as the pain gradually moved down from his abdomen, his face suddenly changed, and he remembered a terrible thing.

There are fucking side effects of endless cup noodles!

And this side effect is quite terrible: if you eat too much, you will experience abnormal states such as mild diarrhea and vomiting.

Zhou Zhuo didn't have any desire to vomit, so the answer is obvious...

"It's broken." Zhou Zhuo covered his buttocks and looked at Muzi, "I have to find a toilet! Do you know where the toilet in No. 2 teaching building is?"

"I'm a sophomore in high school, so I don't know." Muzi shook his head.

"I'm a freshman in high school." Yan Xuan said, "There are toilets on every floor of Building 1, do you want to go there?"

"No! It's too late!"

After all, it was not a real stomachache, but caused by the effect of the props. Zhou Zhuo really couldn't bear it. He had the experience of running fast, and he definitely didn't want to get out in public.

At this juncture, as long as there is a grass he dares to try to the end, there is no problem!

"There is only one toilet in Building 3, which is on the second floor." Lin Yi said suddenly, pointing to the stairs in front of him, "Go up from here, turn left and you will see it."

"Then I'll go first, you guys follow, don't make too much distance!"

Zhou Zhuo couldn't stand it any longer. He couldn't care less about whether it was dangerous or not. He rushed out at a brisk pace, so fast that he flew up, and rushed up to the second floor along the old building with shaking handrails. Turn left and you will see the toilet.

He thought that this kind of school that focused on elite education would be very concerned about hygiene, but the dirty and messy toilets in front of him still gave him a fundamental understanding of the essence of human beings, and the smell almost didn't smoke him. A somersault, at first glance, is a long-accumulated malady, and it definitely did not appear after the school was abandoned.

The toilets are divided into men's and women's toilets, and there is a movable wooden door outside to block them, but the signs on both sides were scratched by some unlucky child, and it is hard to see which is the men's toilet and which is the women's toilet.

Zhou Zhuo thought to himself that the school was abandoned anyway, so it shouldn’t matter even if he made a mistake, now it’s important to protect his face, where there is no time to worry about such things, so he randomly picked a wooden door on the left and rushed in.

Unfortunately, this is a women's toilet. There is no urinal, and even the light is broken. No matter how you press it, you can't turn it on. You can only rely on the moonlight outside the window to identify the scene, but luckily one of the three closed doors One of the doors was unlocked, and it just opened.

Out of caution, Zhou Zhuo looked down at the space under the partitions of the other two pits, but he didn't see anyone's feet there, which reassured him a lot.

The toilet was dirty and smelly as expected, and overall it was slightly better than the men’s toilet. Zhou Zhuo, who had seen the toilets at the bus station, reluctantly accepted it. A small surprise was that there was even a paper roll on the wall.

Zhou Zhuo squatted into the pit and carefully locked the door. Then he unbuttoned his trousers. After a while, he heaved a sigh of relief and found that the wooden board of the pit was covered with black oil-based pens. A twisted and bizarre picture.

At first glance, it looks like a picture of some kind of monster. The painting skills are not amazing, but it can be regarded as lifelike.

Not to mention Linghua Middle School, a school with great pressure, even the ordinary high school that Zhou Zhuo had attended had many masters who liked to graffiti in the toilets, and they didn't think it was anything special after seeing too many of them.

In a horror scene, it can only be said to be average, and the creativity is good, but the lines are too messy, and the expressiveness is not pure enough to scare Zhou Zhuo, a pervert like Zhou Zhuo. The effect of drawing with blood may be better, which makes Zhou Zhuo care more Instead, it's an afterthought...

There is no concept of cleanliness in the player attributes, but he is still an ordinary person after all, and he must wipe his butt after going to the toilet.

For a witty survival player like him, it is almost instinctive to use props and items flexibly. Toilet paper can be created without toilet paper. Why did the first few pages of the political history class disappear mysteriously?The reason is here.

Although the gauze of the bandage is a bit rough and leaks a bit, it can be used after being folded up, which is much better than sandpaper.

But at this time, Zhou Zhuo's bad taste came up again. Aren't the two compartments next to him locked?Maybe there are also "good friends" who are also squatting in the pit. He tried to knock on the partition on the right.

"Sister, do you have any paper? Borrow some."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the monster graffiti on the partition seemed to change instantly, like a slight twist.

Unfortunately, there was no reply from the pit on the right, so Zhou Zhuo had to turn his attention to the left, knocked on the partition again, and repeated the question just now.

His voice echoed in the pitch-dark toilet. Being bold has this kind of advantage, and he can always toss out unexpected gameplay in horror games.

However, at the next moment, something horrifying happened. A hand really protruded from the gap at the bottom of the left hand side, with a stack of clean tissues on it.

Chapter 224 Does it look good?Looks good, I'll come and show you

The pale and bloodless slender palm obviously belonged to a woman, and it didn't look as stiff as imagined. Before Zhou Zhuo had time to observe, the other party put down the tissue and shrank back.

He restrained the perverted idea of ​​lowering his head and peeping from under the partition. The lighting in the toilet was not very good, and the overall environment was extremely dark. Even though Zhou Zhuo's eyes had adapted to the dark environment of the Nightmare Ghost School, he still couldn't see the whole scene clearly. full details.

Whether it is not seeing something or seeing a pair of women's shoes, it is actually acceptable, but it is too irritating to bend down and look at a pair of eyes.

After thinking about it, Zhou Zhuo honestly took the stack of papers in order to avoid accidents that might cause him to die instantly.

He habitually lifted the paper towel to the tip of his nose, and fanned it with his palm to smell it. There was a faint smell of decay, and it really wasn't just taken out of the paper bag.

"Fortunately, it's not for food. If it's dirty, it's dirty. There shouldn't be any problems in the game."

Zhou Zhuo thought in his heart that it was clean and hygienic, and somewhat smelly, so he endured it. After solving the most fundamental problems, without the burden of social death, Zhou Zhuo became more courageous.

He tried to press the flush button with badly peeled paint, and unexpectedly found that the toilet was still running, and the quiet toilet was suddenly broken by the sound of violent water.

According to the time in his mind, Zhou Zhuo estimated that three to five minutes had passed since he entered the toilet. Theoretically, there was only one flight of stairs, and his companion should have arrived, but he couldn't hear any movement. Did he break into the bathroom again? A world full of crises?

Thanks to the side effects of the cup noodles, which came and went quickly, they didn't linger for a long time, causing abdominal pain and other serious phenomena. It only deducted part of his physical strength, so that Zhou Zhuo would not fall into an embarrassing situation.

Zhou Zhuo regained his senses and became more active. In theory, he only needs to find one more "friend" to be eligible to leave school. Isn't this kind friend in front of him a very good choice?

So Zhou Zhuo reached out and knocked on the partition again, and asked softly, "Sister, what are you doing?"

If it was someone else, I would probably start scolding early, what do you think you can do by squatting in the toilet?But after all, the person next door no longer exists, and the other party chose to remain silent.

But how could Zhou Zhuo be bothered by this small obstacle, and asked after another: "Sister, everyone has nothing to do, let's chat for a while?"

Before he could think of another trick, the hand under the partition stretched out again. This time it was still a tissue, but there was a line written on it. The font was not very beautiful, but the structure of the strokes was very clean, belonging to Very typical girl's handwriting.

【do not speak】

At the end, I also drew a cartoon emoji with a raised index finger. The style of the painting is quite cute, and the character of the other party is almost vivid on the paper, but this request makes Zhou Zhuo a little bit incomprehensible...

This is a toilet, not a library, and there is no mandatory requirement to keep quiet, and Zhou Zhuo's behavior just now is by no means an annoying brawl. I don't know why the other party brought this up.

Although he didn't think he violated the rules of the other world, Zhou Zhuo still lowered his voice: "Sister, why can't you talk when you go to the bathroom, don't you need to be so careful?"

The pale palm that stayed under the partition hesitated for a moment and took the paper back, then stretched it out again, still holding the same tissue, but wrote another line on the reverse side.

【Shh, watch out next door】

"next door?"

Of course Zhou Zhuo didn't forget that the left and right sides of the three pits were locked. According to the person in the left pit, he didn't look like an evil spirit who took pleasure in scaring people. If Zhou Zhuo hadn't focused his attention, he might have noticed Can't see the exception.

From this point of view, the real problem with the toilet scene is the pit on the right hand side.

If there were lights in the toilet, or the position of the moon was better, Zhou Zhuo could use the details to guess what happened here. situation.

But it doesn't matter, after all, he still has this good sister.

Zhou Zhuo was still talking, but the content and the thoughts in his heart were quite different. He said with a smile: "Why are you so self-absorbed? It's good to chat with me to relieve boredom."

He said so, but his hand reached the pit on the left through the space under the partition.

This is an extremely risky move. No one knows what is there. It may be cut off in the next instant. Maybe it is not the worst result. It will be even more exciting if something strange is caught.

However, the adventurous behavior was rewarded accordingly. The cute girl seemed to know what Zhou Zhuo wanted, and put the tissue and pen into Zhou Zhuo's hands.

With the communication tool, Zhou Zhuo has a lot of room to play. He speaks nonsense to tease the other party, but actually writes the real communication content on paper.

[What happened, can I help you? 】

Writing in this environment is not easy. Zhou Zhuo tried it, and found that his writing was crooked and ugly, and it was difficult to achieve the level of the other party. I don't know what skills are involved in it, or simply practice makes perfect.

The paper towel was passed under the partition, and it was passed back within a few seconds. There was an extra line behind the line.

[You don't need to help me, get out of here quickly. 】

How can this be reasonable, is there anyone in the world who can refuse my help?Absolutely not allowed.

This place is indeed dangerous, but Zhou Zhuo will not be dismissed by such a small problem. Instead, he became more energetic, saying, "You are so boring, why do you keep ignoring people?" wrote a line.

[Is there a villain in the rightmost pit? 】

This sentence can be said to directly reveal the inner thoughts of the other party. The kind girl who received the letter replied after a while of hesitation: Yes.

At this point, the information is very clear. Sure enough, there is someone in the compartment on the right. According to Zhou Zhuo's rich social experience, if a girl can be scared without really endangering her life, then there can only be one answer. , the other party is a voyeuristic pervert.

Zhou Zhuo once again looked at the graffiti on the toilet partition, and noticed that those evil eyes looked a little dull now, which was completely different from the feeling when he first entered the pit. Memory and judgment can determine that this is not an illusion.

Perhaps his eyes had adapted to the deeper darkness, and he finally discovered that the place was actually empty, but he couldn't see clearly in the bad light. That is to say, the eye he saw when he first came in was not a delicate graffiti, but It's really in the eyeballs.

He can even imagine a person stepping on the pipe in the corner, with his bumpy cheeks pressed against the partition, his eyes close to the round hole of just the right size, with a smile that he may not be aware of at the corner of his mouth, when he sees the person entering the pit After one man, the other party gave up and continued to observe, waiting for the next prey.

This kind of abnormality is very common in society, and there have been countless media reports in recent years. To a certain extent, Linghua Middle School is a condensed version of the current social situation, but the concept of involution is more explicit and undisguised .

Under this kind of pressure, only a few people can stand out, and the rest of the losers are ignored, and no one knows where they will vent their pressure.

To deal with this kind of bully and fear of toughness, forbearance will only make the other party more arrogant. At this time, it is only necessary for A to go up.

But Zhou Zhuo is also a pervert, and a pervert is the least psychologically burdensome to deal with a pervert. He also wants the other party to experience the "fear of being stared at."

The solitary conversation in the toilet finally stopped, and the silence didn't last long. Zhou Zhuo activated his climbing gloves, and he walked along the wall like a dexterous gecko, and quietly came to the top of the partition.

There was a gap almost half a meter high, where Zhou Zhuo saw the perverted voyeur in the third pit.

As he imagined, there happened to be a toilet outlet pipe here. This large metal pipe was so hard that it could easily support a grown man standing on it with one foot.