[You're welcome, you deserve it]

At this moment, Qi Jiu's phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, and expected that the dean had come to "check the work".

Qi Zhen pressed the answer button and deliberately did not take the initiative to speak.

He was waiting for the other party's reaction.

"Hello? Please... Is it Mr. Qi? After half a second of silence, the other end of the phone asked cautiously.

"It's me, I've finished my night patrol, and now I'm about to go back to the dormitory to rest and catch up on sleep, do you have any other work for me to do?" Qi Yan yawned heavily, his voice a little tired and hoarse.

The dean was stunned for a moment: "Is it really you?" Are you alright?! ”

The attitude of the teaching director confirmed Qi Yan's guess, as a trainee teacher, he was indeed sent to the night patrol to sacrifice.

It seems that the dean didn't expect him to complete the night patrol alive.

Qi Yan raised the corners of his lips and pretended not to understand anything: "I'm fine, but I haven't slept all night and I'm a little sleepy, what's wrong?" ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for another two seconds: "Oh, it's okay, after you return to the dormitory, remember to follow the rules and send me a report on the suspicious situations encountered during the night patrol, please send it as soon as possible, don't wait until you wake up." ”

"Okay, I see." Qi Ji complained in his heart, this school really doesn't treat the faculty and staff as people, and even asked people to write reports after the all-night patrol.

And this teaching director is also quite "dedicated", and he is still supervising the work of his subordinates at four o'clock in the morning.

In contrast, the "system teacher" who assigns tasks to travelers is much more gentle and polite, and he is very considerate of people.

"By the way, the new students will arrive on time at 12 noon tomorrow, and the faculty and staff who greet the new students will meet at 11:30 in the lobby of the faculty dormitory. The dean didn't know what to think, and laughed sadly on the other end of the phone.

Qi Jiu: "No problem, then I'll go back and write a report to you." ”

After returning to the dormitory, Qi Yan took a cool shower before starting to write the so-called night patrol report.

On the report, he only wrote one line perfunctorily-

"Last night's patrol was fine, nothing happened."

After thinking about it, he decided to add another sentence to make up the word count-

"Last night's overtime meal was delicious, if I can, I hope to have more portions next time."

After writing two lines, Qi Yan immediately clicked the send button.

He wasn't going to tell the school hierarchy about the note, as it was a secret shared by himself as a "delivery man" and the poor evil spirit of 302.

After the email was successfully sent, Qi Yan turned off the sound of his mobile phone and fell asleep on the bed in the dormitory.

He couldn't wait to enter the dream realm to find clues about that guy in 079.

This time the dream was very different from the previous ones, very white, a bright white.

The low chanting sound lingered in his ears, ethereal and melodious, Qi Yan opened his eyes in a dream, and a strong pure white poured into his vision, and he subconsciously raised his hand to cover the light.

Looking through his fingers, Qi Zhen's eyes were full of intense and dazzling white, and when he gradually adapted to the brightness around him, and finally saw the building he was in, the solemn, grand and quiet white in front of him made his breath condense.

This is a minimalist building with white as the main tone, the whole interior of the building is like a bright mirror, the curved ceiling is raised high, and the countless slender white columns around it are arranged like the strings of a harp, giving people a delicate and rich sense of progression.

The whole space was open and bright, and white daylight shone into the room through the windows on all sides, and Qi Jiu, who had just opened his eyes, had the illusion that he was about to melt into this unsullied white.

Countless people basked in the sunlight and chanted in a whisper, quiet and religious, all dressed in white robes, perfectly integrated with the building, their presence like a derivative of the surrounding columns, or like the tiny waves of the white sea.

Qi Ji walked through the chanting crowd, these people did not seem to notice his existence, and Qi Ji walked freely.

Until he heard a familiar voice—

"Meow Meow~"

A gray figure flashed from behind the dense columns and sped towards the southeast of the building.

Qi Jiu's eyes were slightly condensed, and he immediately quickly followed the little gray cat.

Rounding the string-like columns, Qi Zhen was guided by the little gray cat to a narrow staircase entrance.

He looked up and saw that the pure white staircase rotated and extended upward, and the walls around the staircase were also painted white, and the sunlight illuminated each staircase through the wall windows, and the minimalist color gave people a strong visual impact, as if walking down the staircase corridor, never reaching the end of the white.

Qi Zhen climbed the stairs, and his shoes could not leave any marks on the white steps.

He found that the windows on either side of the staircase also had statues of the gods, but the sculptures here had full heads, unlike the headless gods seen in the school shrine.

The only thing that makes Qi Yan feel strange is that although the sculpture here has a head, it has no facial features.

Under the intense light, the sculpture of the god without facial features was somewhat eerie, as if his face had melted into the bright white light.

What is the connection between the headless statue enshrined in the school and the idol here? What is the connection between these idols and the "problem students"?

Just like the parade in the 404 hot spring dungeon, the guy from 079 brought himself here to provide clues.

If you can figure out the connection between the two idols, and find the connection between the "problem school" and the idols, it is likely that you will be able to figure out the main logic of the copy and find the correct way to pass the copy.

Qi Ji silently wrote down these information points and suspicious points, and continued to walk up with the little gray cat's footsteps, and after about five minutes, an equally white door appeared at the end of the white staircase.

"Knock knock—"

The door was hidden, but Qi Zhen still knocked politely on the door, there was no sound in the door, Qi Zhen did not take the liberty to push the door in, but stood on the stairs and waited patiently.

Waiting made it a long time, but he didn't hate the moment.

He knew he would be able to see that guy's character soon, and it was exciting.

"Please come in."

Finally, a familiar voice came from behind the door, only this time, his voice was more ascetic and cold than ever.

While Qi Yan pushed the door in according to his words, the corners of his lips unconsciously raised slightly.

This time, the "prey" who played the game with him seemed to play a more "high" role.

Behind the door is a bright and colourful scene, the room is small, with a stained-glass window on the west side, and a hollowed-out wooden wall for confession between the faithful and the priest lies between the glass window and the door.

"Please be seated."

The other party's voice came from behind the hollowed-out wooden wall, and a small stool was placed in front of the confessional table.

Qi Yan sat down according to his words, and they were silent for a moment, and through the mottled light and shadow of the hollow wooden wall, the two looked at each other in silence tacitly.

It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of sunlight falling into the room, as well as Qi Jiu's breathing and heartbeat, and the small bustle of the noise.

The light is flowing, the dust is flowing, and time is floating in the flowing light and dust.

Only each other's eyes remained motionless.

The guy was dressed in pure white robes, which seemed to be the clothes of a clergyman.

He sat with his back to the window, enveloped by a flowing wall of light, mottled colors outlining his figure.

He sat calmly in the hustle and bustle of color, through the light and shadow of the pane, those gray-green eyes stared at Qi Zhen for a long time, obviously close at hand, but his gaze made people feel a little distant.

- Distant, empty, quiet.

It was a green shrouded in divinity, and at this moment, Qi Yan was facing such a pair of eyes, as if he was undergoing a gentle and long trial.

"Will you tell me about your sins?" He finally spoke.

Qi Zhen pursed his lips, and then raised the corners of his lips imperceptibly: "Father, what do you think I have in sin?" ”

"It's not my duty," said the priest opposite, in a calm tone, but it was deceptive, "you have to speak your sin yourself in order to be saved." ”

Qi Yan smiled: "Is it a sin to have a thirst for someone's blood?" ”

Through the pane of light, those gray-green eyes stared at Qi Jiu: "Do you feel guilty or afraid about this?" ”

"No, I'm just looking forward to it." Qi Yan replied honestly.

"I see." Said the priest.

"What do you understand? Father. Qi Jiu's tail note rose slightly, calmly accepting the other party's "trial", and even a little "provocative".

"You're not going to get forgiveness, are you?" The priest continued calmly.

"If the other person expects the same thing, do you need to forgive?" Qi Yan asked rhetorically.

The light falling from the stained glass gradually dimmed, staining the confessional chamber of the Holy Spirit with an ambiguous color.

"That's a question that the other party has to answer." The priest gave his own answer.

"Oh, you're right," Qi Yan chuckled, "So, what do you think, Father?" I want to taste your blood, do I need your forgiveness? ”

The silence continued to spread, and such silence was not difficult to bear, at least Qi Ji enjoyed it, and so did the guy opposite.

Until the stained glass completely dimmed, and each other's faces blurred in the darkness.

"Come to me, and I'll answer you." Said the priest.

Chapter 69: Exile (6)

Qi Yan was woken up by the alarm clock, and it was already eleven o'clock at noon, so he had to get up and wash up and get ready for the new students.

After getting up, Qi was sweating, his skin was sticky, and his heartbeat was a little faster than before, I don't know if it was because of the heat, or the ambiguously lit confessional in the dream left him with sequelae.

Qi Ji simply went to the bathroom to take a cold shower again, he stood under the shower head, raised his neck, closed his eyes, and let the cold water pour down wash away the burning heat on his skin and wash away the stickiness of his body.

In the damp and cool bathroom, he began to slowly and carefully recall the information given by his dreams.

Religion. A god with a head. Overwhelmingly bright and dazzling white.

There is no doubt that this has something to do with the main scene of the dungeon, the so-called "problem student" closed school.

And then there's the priest who sits in the hustle and bustle of color, and judges him in a condescending manner.

What is his role in this story? Before the plot line is abandoned, how should he interact and connect with the player?

Qi Jiu, who closed his eyes, began to imagine various possibilities.

Father.

Qi Jiu's eyelashes trembled, and his damp Adam's apple slipped.

What he had just experienced was a long, quiet trial that made people breathe and stagnate.

I wonder what kind of expression the priest will show when he bares his nascent fangs, bites the priest's neck, and lets the blood flow red the pure white collar of the other party's shirt?