"Teacher, you know ......"

"We ...... How the hell did he die? ”

Zhang Er's mouth opened slightly, and he stared at the ghost students under the podium who were focusing their eyes on him in unison.

"Teacher, you know ......"

"We ...... How the hell did he die? ”

As before, if they didn't pick up the topic as soon as possible, the ghost students would repeat the question.

It's a real "retelling" once.

The voice, tone, volume, and even pronunciation are all completely consistent, as if a long-recorded tape is being replayed continuously.

"This ......"

Zhang Er didn't know how to answer at all, or rather, it was precisely because he knew how to answer that he was a little afraid to answer......

How did you die......

If the rumors have not been falsely spread and deviated too much, you ...... Aren't they all overturned from the dam and drowned......

But will the answer really be that simple?

If nothing else, this should be about the "last hurdle......

Answer......

It can't be that simple.

So...... What exactly should be answered?

"Teacher, you know ......"

"We ...... How the hell did he die? ”

The "amulet" sounded again.

Zhang Er was so anxious at this time that he had some thoughts about scratching his ears and cheeks, but at the current stall, he was afraid that because of the NG situation, all his efforts would be wasted.

Zhang Er recalled what the police officer surnamed Hu had investigated-

The words that came out of the mouth of the crazy student...... It seems that this is the situation I am in at the moment.

He must have answered, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to return to the normal world alive.

So, this question ...... There must be a solution.

Little Hu, Little Hu......

Why don't you ask for something anymore......

Even if it's a sentence.

Zhang Ertong had a splitting headache.

No way......

Be still......

The eagerness of the mindset only makes the logic like a headphone cable out of your pocket, more confusing and difficult to sort out.

Now I can only rely on myself, and I must calm down......

Then think about whether there is any clue that you have missed.

Without paying attention to the group of "repeaters" who kept repeating the same words, Zhang Er, who was standing in front of the podium, lowered his head slightly at this moment, and his eyes gradually lost their focus, as if he had entered a state of deep thinking.

From start to finish...... Remember and sort out once.

Is there anything there...... It's something that I've ignored again......

Because of that strange dream and the real man, he began to focus on investigating some extremely special cases.

Therefore, in the following days, he found Qin Lin, who was in Fenshan City and had been promoted to deputy director.

Through him......

I came to this Fenshan No. 9 Experimental Middle School, and came to the classroom where the rumored "non-existent third class" used to be.

Then there was a sudden change, Qin Lin reacted first, dragging himself and wanting to leave the classroom, but he was forcibly dismantled because of the time difference between one after the other.

Then he fell into this abnormal incident, and Qin Lin thought that he should have successfully escaped.

Then ...... for yourself and constantly encountered ghosts hitting the wall.

This anomalous event forces himself into the classroom of the "non-existent third class" and contacts the ghost students to start this role-playing game.

Role-playing game ......

Right......

Game......

The emotions full of fear have been gradually suppressed in the long-term relationship.

The ghost students remained silent, as if waiting for their next answer.

Zhang Er couldn't help but recall something.

These ghosts...... If you want to solve yourself, it is very easy to think about.

But the other party didn't do it, he was just playing this role-playing game with himself.

That's right......

The crux of the matter......

It's about "role-playing games" per se......

Memories gradually surged like a tide, and at this moment, Zhang Er instantly recalled those memories that had been reprocessed.

The man......

Those ghosts......

That game......

Just like today.

"Teacher, you know ......"

"We ...... How the hell did he die? ”

The ghost students opened their mouths again and asked Zhang Er.

In this strange classroom, the smell of gunpowder gradually became stronger.

Zhang Er's mind condensed slightly, and then slowly raised his head, looking at the group of ghost students in front of him who were still staring at him.

Those swelling bodies and peeling flesh are still so hard to look at.

But Zhang Er knew.

It's the same as that "ghost catcher" game.

This game ...... Both sides are also following certain rules.

I have to be in it, into the role of this "new teacher".

It's like the "ghost catching" incident at that time...... The design of the whole game is bound to be relatively rigorous and complete.

Clues and hints are also given one by one in this process, and they ...... It was with those clues that I gradually found this art classroom, and then re-triggered the process plot.

Wait a minute......

Zhang Er's brows furrowed slightly.

This anomalous event starts with a ghost hitting the wall to remind yourself that you need to trigger this role-playing game.

Later, after NG himself, he teleported himself to the door of the teacher's office to prompt himself to find the class schedule and travel plan.

And through the bells at different intervals, he reminds himself to judge the location of this group of ghost students, and then find them, so as to retrigger the plot.

During this period, I also learned that I would continue to see this phenomenon through many NG and long wanderings.

If you say that your previous actions were prompted by clues......

But there was one thing just now...... It seems to be based on the information he has gathered from the outside world, so as to take it for granted.

That's ......

I directly answered that "what is drawn is the way to die".

This one answer...... It is based on the information I have researched while I am in the outside world.

But in fact, there is also a hint at this point -

The strange appearance of those ghosts is actually very similar to the things in the picture, maybe they are telling themselves what the answer is.

If it were a person who had not done a preliminary investigation, he would have been able to come to this conclusion from the above phenomenon.

So the question at hand...... Obviously, there will be hints as well.

Zhang Er stared at the many ghosts in front of him again.

He is a "new teacher".

They are "students".

Plus my own body that is constantly inflating......

This is probably a reminder to yourself......

In terms of position, they are all "ghosts" like them.

So the plot of the two sides to the current point is to maintain a state of harmony with each other.

Therefore, you must not expose the fact that you are not a "ghost".

His previous NG behavior was obviously a violation of this, so the entire plot was directly reset by a certain existence.

Myself...... And he was punished for it.

But are there any other potential implications......?

Zhang Er couldn't help but recall his experience when he was in school.

If I'm not mistaken......

I have encountered a lot of roles like "new teacher".

In terms of "common ground......

And there are some of them.

That's ...... Unfamiliar.

It is not only the strangeness of the student to the teacher.

It is also the strangeness of the teacher to the student.

The former allowed himself to successfully blend in with the class.

And what about the latter......

Zhang Er kept glancing at the ghost students in the audience who were motionless and staring at him.

Suddenly, Zhang Er suddenly recalled...... The old newspaper I had seen in the teacher's office.

The above is because I have already investigated it, so I don't care about it at all.

Think about it...... The contents of that newspaper were exactly the same as what I had investigated.

It is clear that the group of students who died in the accident were all girls in the third class.

Combined with the class list I had seen in the office, it clearly indicated that the number of boys and girls in each class would be roughly arranged in half.

But for now......

Zhang Er stared at the forty-odd students who filled almost the entire classroom.

I actually ...... Such obvious details are missing.

Because the appearance of the "giants" is strange, and many of them are even in a state of opening the scoop, they have always held an attitude of "unbearable to look at directly".

In addition, their voices are unusually strange and low......

Myself......

I almost missed this crucial clue.

If "the new teacher's strangeness to the students" is the final reminder in this incident......

Then this question of "asking how to die" cannot be regarded as a simple "asking how to die".

This group of ghost students......

Possible...... It's testing yourself.

Test yourself to see if you know some of the ghosts in this classroom...... It wasn't because he died in that accident, and it may even have been fabricated out of thin air.

If you want to confirm this......

There must be a hint to give yourself relevant information to prove, otherwise it is just your own delusion......

Prompt...... What is it exactly......

Zhang Er was slightly stunned.

Then......

I thought of what the ghost student said not long ago-

"I'm drawing her dead."

It turned out to be here......

Then ...... That's right.

"Teacher, you know ......"

"We ...... How the hell did he die? ”

The smell of gunpowder has reached a certain limit, as if it is about to explode in the next moment.

Zhang Er knew that this was an ultimatum.

He clenched his hands and gritted his teeth.

Taozi ......

Bless me......

If there is no mistake in the analysis......

The ultimate survival of this anomalous event...... That's the answer!

"You ...... It was drowned because the vehicle of the outing overturned into the reservoir. ”

The voice fell......

The ghost students in the audience immediately made a commotion!

As if he was about to lose control, he stood up one by one, and looked at Zhang Er who was standing on the podium with a hideous face, as if he was about to attack.

It seems that the price of failure at this final stage is not NG...... Are you going to finish me off......

Zhang Erqiang gritted his teeth.

"Words can be ...... I'm not done yet. ”

Then he tried his best to show a teacher-like smile.

"But ......"

"Now there is a group of classmates who have died differently here."

"How they died......"

"...... as a newcomer"

"Teacher Zhang......"

"But I don't know."

When the ghosts heard this, they were all stagnant-

Immediately afterward, as if they had been suddenly sedated, they fell silent and sat back in their seats one by one.

Meanwhile.

The old door in the style of the last century at the entrance of the classroom suddenly trembled slightly......

In an instant, it turned into what it was before the incident!