The weather was very hot and dry, but Yan Xi had been feeling cold on her back since she read the post, and she couldn't help but reopen the post with curiosity, and saw that the landlord had sent a string of garbled codes.

Then he seemed to find something, and the landlord asked: Can't you send it? Try again.

It's another string of garbled characters.

And there is no resemblance to the string above.

The landlord seemed to have noticed that something was wrong, and seemed to be talking to himself: Okay, it seems that all the parts that directly involve personal information cannot be sent out at all. Damn it! I'll test it again.

I'm lzh, and my friend is wy

Could it be that it was the name that was coded before? Guessing like this, Yan Xi saw the next answer from the landlord: Ah, it was successful, it seems that this level is okay!

Yan Xi, who is a fan of reasoning, unconsciously began to sort out the previous content because of the landlord's behavior. If there is no false information, the landlord and his friends are both students of our school, and they may still be from the student union, because they have been said before that they need to do something in school. Then, from one point on, they are suddenly trapped in a space where mysterious forces exist, and this post is their only channel of communication with the outside world. And the landlord knows that he can post, but he can't see our reply.

In short, after a series of things that the landlord and his friend have experienced, they are still alive and well, but they can't find a way out. And now, for some reason, LZ suddenly tried to post the names of himself and his friends, and failed, indicating that they had received some reminders or hints in the space. Maybe letting us know their names is one of the ways to save ourselves.

As if to verify this guess, the landlord then sent a string of texts: I and WY are both (pretending to be garbled here).

Yan Xi could inexplicably feel the landlord's impatience, but soon saw the landlord's reply:

WY and I are both xsh.

XSH is equal to the student union, right! Yan Xi thought like this, and was happy in her heart.

In short, I don't know if anyone has discovered our disappearance now, or if, as we have guessed for ourselves, everyone has forgotten about us.

Like, how do you prove that there isn't an invisible dragon in the basement? And how do you prove that a non-existent person actually exists? I can't think of it, I can't even find the entry point, maybe I'm just posting now and I'm just rushing to the doctor.

How could it be that you are in a hurry to go to the doctor? We're all watching.

Yan Xi watched the landlord suddenly lose his voice, but then he was attracted by a message:

I know who they are, it's Ling Zihan and Wang Ye.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, Ling Zihan and Wang Ye were stunned in place, watching the doorknob turn around, the deadtongue made an old clicking sound, and sweat slid down their spines.

Who is it? What is it? Is it forever hovering in this strange and evil space, standing silently behind every door, walking the path of the living with a blurred face, breathing the breath of the living.

In the cold air, the door was slowly pushed open a crack, and behind the gradually expanding field of vision, a figure strode in.

Ling Zihan, who was closer to the door, saw a pair of shoes first, women's football boots, with a fluorescent green mark on a black bottom on an air cushion, which had no dirty dirt or blood, but was kept spotlessly. Then he looked up and saw a pair of white soccer socks, a pair of athletic shorts, and a young face with short hair on a blank face.

His familiar face.

"Gu Shengluo?" Wang Ye stared at the slightly lighter brown eyes and took the lead in calling out the name of the head of their sports club. The alarm was lifted, and although the person came unexpectedly, there was no threat. Wang Ye laughed at how he became cowardly, wiped his sweat silently, and subconsciously glanced at Ling Zihan with a reassuring look, and then asked Gu Shengluo:

"Why are you here?"

Ling Zihan and ...... Wang Ye? Gu Shengluo asked stiffly, slammed the door with his backhand, and locked himself in the same classroom as the president and vice president, "I want to ask too...... What is this place? What the hell is going on? ”

Gu Shengluo's brows were twisted together, but Gu Shengluo's expression was not ugly, which meant that Gu Shengluo was not afraid - she was just dazed, at a loss as to why she was here.

It's really more popular than people. Ling Zihan sighed, glanced at Wang Ye, and pulled out a chair for Gu Shengluo: "This is the matter...... It's a long story. ”

It's a long story, but it's not as short as three people with clear ideas. Ten minutes later, the exchange of information was complete, and both sides had full control of each other's situation. Gu Sheng fell in more wronged than Ling Zihan and Wang Ye, she was about to participate in the football team activities when she was fully armed, but as soon as the door of the locker room was opened, it was directly finished.

"Is there any pattern?" Gu Shengluo asked, "Why us?" ”

"At present, the clues in hand are not enough to judge, but you, did you really completely forget about us when you were outside?"

"In reality you've been missing for a week, but no one has found you. The current student president is Ye Yao, and the vice president is Yan Xi, and everyone has forgotten about your existence and accepted everything quite naturally. I just pushed open the door and remembered the moment I saw you. ”

"At least our assumptions aren't wrong in this regard." Ling Zihan touched his chin and asked again, "Have you seen the post on BBS?" ”

"What BBS?" At this time, Gu Shengluo was confused and asked rhetorically.

"Ling Zihan, you shouldn't ask him, he hasn't even built an account."

Ling Zihan sighed silently and patted Gu Shengluo's shoulder. She frowned inexplicably, and suddenly pulled into her pocket as if she remembered something.

"Do you have a power bank?" After Gu Shengluo got an affirmative answer, he spread out his hand, and for a moment it exuded the light of a god, "I also picked up a mobile phone that was out of battery." ”

A charged phone is the second valuable video.

The same dim and shaky vision, the same chaotic murmur of electricity.

The video was played smoothly.

"Brother!" A slightly alarmed voice came from not far away, "What is this?" ”

"Yuan, don't move yet." The owner of the phone stood behind the screen, kicked away a chair that was blocking the way, and walked over quickly, "Did I warn you not to be reckless?" Especially in this kind of place. ”

The panicked voice muttered a few times, and seemed to stay where it was. And the owner of the mobile phone stabilized the camera and boldly took the things that scared his brother into the video from the bottom up. It was a black statue of King Kong, with angry eyes and distorted corners of its mouth, as if it were smiling, and it appeared out of thin air in the dim corridor at this moment, which made people shudder.

"It's not ...... Isn't this a statue of grandma's house? The reckless voice said, "No, no, it still looks different." ”

The owner of the mobile phone ignored his brother's self-talk, just zoomed in the camera, focused on the face of the statue, and filmed in silence for more than ten seconds.

“…… Elder brother? ”

Then the video ends.

"It's a statue again." An Mixiu said in a low voice, "What do you mean?" ”

"In short, this is Cai Zhexuan's mobile phone." Gu Shengluo said that for some special reasons, she already knew that Cai Zheyuan's mobile phone was in Ling Zihan's hands, "and this video is something he thinks is worth recording." ”

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Wang Ye became irritable and interrupted Gu Shengluo, "Didn't you all notice? ”

Wang Ye snatched the phone, turned up the volume to the maximum, and started with Cai Zheyuan kicking down the chair and replaying the video.

"Listen carefully."

"Did I warn you...... Zla ...... So that you don't have to be reckless...... Zla ...... Especially in this kind of place. ”

"Again."

"Reminder...... Zla ...... Rash...... Zla ......"

Behind the current, there seemed to be a voice, twisted, hoarse, and indistinguishable.

"Zla...... Fast...... Zla ...... t……”

Ling Zihan and Gu Shengluo approached their mobile phones and listened to it again, and after barely understanding, they suddenly felt creepy.

"Zla...... Fast...... Escape ......"