"As Su Yu's fiancée, I really can't think of a reason for her to let you go."

The atmosphere froze instantly, and Xiaobao, who smelled a certain breath, didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere.

Su Zhiyuan's card flipped too suddenly.

Before, Xiaobao thought that Su Zhiyuan was going to pretend to be cowardly, stabilize the woman first, and then think about it in the long run after leaving here.

As the person who is currently standing in the middle of the two sides, Xiaobao is a little stressed, he quietly tries to move his calf, and finds that his calf has turned tendons.

The next second-

The woman in front of her reached out and took off her sunglasses.

At the same time as she took off her sunglasses, Xiaobao's body began to stiffen, and his mouth was wide open, and his face was as white as a piece of paper.

Under the sunglasses is not the eyes, but a pair of flesh-colored, deeply sunken holes!

There were centipede-like scratches around her eye sockets, as if something had gouged out her eyes with the most brutal means!

"If Mr. Hao thinks that this can be regarded as letting me go, then I would rather she didn't let me go." Zhang Yanwei looked in the direction of Su Zhiyuan and said coldly.

......

"Smack."

"Smack."

Wu Lan and Zhou Dasheng walked side by side, and the thin Teacher Ma walked in front, looking back from time to time to remind Wu Lan to pay attention to his feet.

Without it, a puddle of water appeared under their feet.

The water is large and spreads in the corridors leading to the music classroom.

Wu Lan asked Teacher Ma if he could get around, but after thinking about it, the latter replied that it would be difficult unless he came back tomorrow.

Tomorrow...... Wu Lan stared at the stagnant water under her feet, and her throat rolled unconsciously.

She felt bad here, as if the dim corridor had lost its protection from light, and the stagnant water under her feet was stirred by their footsteps, creating dark ripples in circles.

Ripples rippled deep into the corridor, but there was no sign of return.

There seems to be no end to it......

Otherwise...... Just listen to what Mr. Ma said, leave first and wait......

She was in a trance for a second, but the next second, she bit her lip and her eyes changed back to the female Shura who was harvesting life on the battlefield.

Time waits for no one...... Nowadays, the anomaly has become more and more obvious, and the ghost is constantly metamorphosing, and every time the metamorphosis ends, it becomes stronger.

There are very few restrictions left for it to be imposed by the rules.

If they wait any longer, they will only be left with an increasingly slim chance of survival.

She rejected Mr. Ma's proposal, and the reason was also very appropriate, saying that the camera was delicate, and if she accidentally touched the water, it would be bad.

It seems that Mr. Ma, whose IQ is a mystery, has no doubts.

The sound of treading water echoed in the empty corridor, without a trace of temperature, and in the fluctuating refraction, it was like a sharp blade, cutting the surrounding things into pieces.

They can even hear each other's heartbeats.

"Miss Wu, please hurry," said Mr. Ma, who took out the key and opened the door of the music classroom.

In the dark environment, her face flickered brightly and darkly, and after looking at it for a long time, a strange feeling arose.

Teacher Ma poked his head out, glanced quickly into the music classroom, and then immediately retracted, "I...... I'm not going in," she whispered, "I'll wait for you here." ”

"Where's the light?" Zhou Dasheng turned around and asked.

Now it's dark outside, and the music room is so big that if there were no lights......

Zhou Dasheng slowly scanned inside, there was a black mist everywhere, and the larger objects could only vaguely see the outline.

A sense of foreboding fermented in my heart.

"Mr. Zhou," Mr. Ma's voice sounded anxious, "you can't turn on the lights, at this time, no one is allowed to come to Block C." ”

She paused, then said, "If you turn on the lights and are seen by the school guards, they will come and check them out." ”

What about the female security guards......

Zhou Dasheng thought about it, and finally dispelled this idea.

Although he really made a move, a few female security guards were definitely not the opponents of him and Wu Lan, the two former mercenaries, but there was no need to startle the snake because of this.

One more thing, there is an unwritten rule in the nightmare -

Do not target teammates or NPCs unless necessary, as this may lead to unknown consequences.

This is also why it was not until halfway through the mission that they finally made up their minds to get rid of Zhang Mengmeng, the unstable factor buried around them.

She is too dishonest and often calculates the two of them in secret.

Once if it wasn't for Wu Lan's timely reminder, I'm afraid that the next person to be killed by the ghost would be him Zhou Dasheng.

Retracting their thoughts, the two discussed that they would search as soon as possible, and that they must leave Block C before it gets completely dark.

Fortunately, the end of this music classroom is in the shape of a staircase, and the overflowing water only stays at the bottom of the first staircase.

Walking up the stairs, they finally said goodbye to the strange feeling of stepping on water.

That snapping sound was going to drive them crazy.

Zhou Dasheng shook the water on his shoes, stared around, and his voice involuntarily lowered, "It's too big here, if you want to search it all, I'm afraid it's too late." ”

"Try to search first, if you don't find anything, then say," Wu Lan's original intention was also not to separate.

Standing in their position and looking around, the darkness almost swallowed the place, and everything was shrouded in haze.

The two start from the far left.

There were piles of equipment there, which were supposed to be used for rehearsals, and it was troublesome to move back and forth, so I simply stayed here.

The thought that in less than 30 hours, they would be here at midnight for the third rehearsal, the movements of the two of them were much faster.

After a simple search, nothing special was found.

The two continued to walk inside, but fortunately, in addition to the mobile phone in Wu Lan's hand that could be illuminated, Zhou Dasheng also borrowed a miniature flashlight from Teacher Ma.

It was Mr. Ma who untied it from the keychain.

The light is not strong, and it can only radiate a very close distance, but it is better than nothing.

Zhou Dasheng moved his steps carefully, and there were many wires laid on the ground, colorful, which at first glance looked like webs made by spider spirits in the silk hole.

He did his best to keep his steps high and avoid stumbling on the line.

Ten minutes passed, and the two of them had only searched a small area, and at this rate, they would never have had time to withdraw before dark.

"No," Zhou Dasheng straightened up, "let's spread out a little more, so that the range can be larger." ”

Wu Lan didn't have a better way to look like it, so she had to nod and reply: "Then you should be more careful, call me when you encounter a situation, and," she said seriously: "There are too many obstacles here, some can block the view, pay more attention when you encounter such a place." ”

Zhou Dasheng nodded, "Okay, we keep the distance within 10 meters." ”

Just as Zhou Dasheng was about to turn around and search on the other side, Wu Lan suddenly shouted in the direction of the door: "Miss Ma!" ”

Half an hour later......

"Miss Wu," Teacher Ma's response came from the door, and judging from the voice, Teacher Ma was obviously very scared, "Please...... Hurry up, it's so dark in here. ”

Hearing Teacher Ma's reply, Wu Lan was a little relieved, she gestured to Zhou Dasheng, and the latter left.

Went to the other side to search.

But there is always a gap between the ideal and the reality, the two are racing against time, and slowly, they strangely ignore the distance between each other, causing the distance between the two to become farther and farther apart.

The strange and inexplicable atmosphere gradually eroded them, and they became more and more impatient, and their movements became much more irritable.

Chow rolled up his sleeves and moved open a cabinet that looked like something might be problematic, but the final result showed that he was overthinking.

The cabinet was unusually clean and there was nothing.

The same is true in the crevices under the cabinet.

"Crunch—"

A sudden frictional sound attracted the attention of the panting Zhou Dasheng, who turned his head to look around, except for the light of Wu Lan's mobile phone on the other side, which kept flashing, there was nothing abnormal.

"What sound?" He frowned.

"Crunch—"

As if playing hide and seek with him, he had just bent down when he heard another sound.

This made him almost creepy.

It's not the screeching sound of the old doorshaft being pushed, it's the rope that looks like it's going to snap in the next second because of the embarrassment.

As a former mercenary, assassination is also one of the skills that must be mastered.

He once strangled a traitor with his own hands, and the rope made this sound when the man was dying and struggling.

He didn't act immediately, but asked in a rather loud voice in the direction of Wu Lan, "Did you hear any sound?" ”

The lights over there flickered, and then Wu Lan's voice came, "No." ”

Her voice was very calm, and Zhou Dasheng couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"Keep a snack," he said, glancing around, reminding his companion.

It's darker than before, and where you could still see the outline, now all that remains is pitch black.

Zhou Dasheng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, which he brought with him when he bought soy milk in the early morning.

He is not addicted to tobacco, but has an indescribable obsession.

Originated from mosquitoes that rampant in the dense forests of Southeast Asia.

The veterans there smoked their own rolled tobacco, which was ground with the leaves of a plant crushed.

It is very refreshing to take a sip, and you will not get tired if you don't fit your eyes for a day and a night.

He had asked the veteran the name of the plant, but the old man had a scorched yellow tooth and told him with a smile that it was called Sangjiji in their locality.

There is also a name, called Dead Man's Grass.

The grass is weird, it grows in the mud where a lot of corpses are buried, and it only grows where fresh corpses are buried.

The old soldier grabbed his arm with his calloused hand and said that he had seen with his own eyes that the grass had come out of the arm of a dead man.

At that time, Zhou Dasheng was a spirit.

It starts with a small bud, then little by little it is stripped of nutrients from the flesh, and finally the adult plant is 20 centimeters tall.

Blood-red.

You can see it from a long distance.

"That's human flesh in it," the veteran smiled, coiling his mud legs in straw sandals and staring into the distance.

There was something hidden in his eyes that Zhou Dasheng couldn't understand.

"Baby," the veteran didn't look at him, his voice was as rough as grit after smoking a dry cigarette all year round, "listen to my advice, go, while you can still go, get out of here, go anywhere, and never come back." ”

"Yes...... I only got half of my commission," Zhou Dasheng said, as if he couldn't bear to interrupt the veteran's thoughts, he half coaxed and half comforted, and said: "I will stop after this vote, go home to get married, and live a stable life." ”

The veteran also seemed to see his prevarication, and after sighing, he stopped talking.

The rough homemade cigarette rolled and burned between the fingers, and the flames that burned out were as bright as blood, and when you took a puff, the whole nasal cavity was filled with the sweet smell of blood.

The veteran finished smoking a cigarette, patted his buttocks, and left without saying hello, carrying the Arca 47 rifle that had broken off the handguard several times.

His pants were so dirty that he couldn't see the color, one end of the pants was rolled up, and the other end was dripping directly under his feet, stepping on the muddy water, making a "popping" sound.

Just as Zhou Dasheng was about to get up and leave, he used Wu Guang to inadvertently find that there was a stone under the position where the veteran was sitting.

No, he looked closely, it wasn't an ordinary stone.

It was a monument.

The stele also features inscriptions in local characters.

I don't know how many years of tempering, the inscription is very erosive.

He was relatively unfamiliar with the local script, and could only squint and identify word by word—

"In hand...... Bloodstained ...... No return. ”