The narrative and silence of friends are different.

Contrary to the quiet and focused narrative, her writing is loose and lacks a clear focus, and every time she discovers this, Wen Jiu will inexplicably feel a little sad about the quiet.

And it's obviously a quiet friend.,Every time I mention quiet.,But talk casually.。

This makes the warm wine a bit quiet and not worth it.

Wen Jiu looked at the post, diverging his thoughts, until he reached a certain point, and his thoughts solidified.

He flipped the page up and stopped at [We can't tell who is dead and who is alive. On this sentence.

If she can't tell who's dead and who's alive, how does she know...... The second sister is a living person?

As soon as this doubt came out, there was an unfamiliar digital ID on the forum, which asked about the brief association of warm wine.

4: [Then how can you be sure that the second sister is alive now?] ］

[Reply upstairs, didn't @xxx say that the dormitory is dangerous and the classroom is safe?] The second sister stayed in the classroom, which can naturally be proven. ］

Suddenly mentioned warm wine, which made warm wine suddenly a little uncomfortable.

4: [I think the classroom is also dangerous.] ］

［…… It can't be, didn't she say that the rules are balanced? If classrooms are also dangerous, there is no real safety zone. ］

[It is because the rules are balanced that the classroom cannot be safe.] 4 Thinking is completely different: [Otherwise, if the classroom is safe all the time, wouldn't it be enough to stay in the classroom?] There can be no such vulnerability. Only 'the classroom is safe during class' is a reasonable rule. ”］

[Good guys.] ］

[Reversed, it feels like this is the truth, @xxx why are you going to be slapped in the face again.] ］

Before the comment thinking diverges, the poster replies.

[@4, because of memory, I asked the second sister's memory to match.

After all, I've read quiet posts, and the memory of the second sister in the dormitory can be matched, and the memory in the classroom can be matched with me.

I pieced together the memories of the two people who were quiet, and I could determine the memory of the second sister...]

Even so, there is something wrong.

As he pondered about it, he saw a large patch of bright red coming out of the screen.

It's a red exclamation mark.

【！！！！！ 】

[Wait!] 】

[I can read the post to confirm the quiet memory, and the quiet myself can too!]

Why didn't she click on the post to confirm her memories after Quiet became a dead person, and her memory was confused?

And I took her light brain and she didn't react!

It's weird.

Did she even read the post?

……

I'll discuss it with my second sister and I'll be back later. 】

Wen Jiu was stunned, even if he had vaguely thought about it before, the boundary between the living and the dead and the strangeness of his friends getting the quiet light brain, and now this post suddenly came to him, almost making his brain explode, and the conjecture that originally felt that something was wrong was also blown into the corner.

After this post was posted, the forum exploded instantly.

What is quiet, is there a little light brain?

They hardly dared to think, what if Quiet really looked at the light brain?

Does that mean that their reply was seen by the dead ......?

Originally, the concept of ghosts seemed to be stories behind the screen, but now it was discovered that their replies could also be carefully read by this kind of existence, which was almost like the wall of the Internet was broken, and a yin aura spread, causing them to think endlessly to the extreme of horror.

[Did Quiet Die Early?] ］

[Did she post after she became dead?] ］

[No, no, maybe it's quiet and Emma picks up the light brain, right?] ］

[But there is a creature lock Emma can't operate it.] ］

They invariably re-read the post they had made before they died, and found a reply from a long time ago.

This reply appeared after Quiet was killed.

Sad Potato Strips: [Does no one care what to do with the garbled code at the back?] ］

Indeed, no one cared about it before, and there was a garbled in the quiet narrative.

Before, everyone thought that it was just a typo in too much hurry.

Now let's go back to it.

[The lights are out.]

She's still knocking. She's still crying.

What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, ugihojo

I'm sorry Emma, I'm really cowardly, I just dare to hide back in bed.

It's getting louder, and I know why it's getting louder.

Because she's coming in, she's banging on my bed.

She doesn't knock anymore]

This gibberish appears when Quiet frantically asks what to do.

Also appears after a knock on the door.

The previous xxx reasoning pushed this post to a peak, and one of the reasoning was also about 'after knocking on the door' In this time, silence actually opened the door to Emma.

But think about it, didn't the eldest sister also open the door? And it was a quick death after opening the door, so why can Quiet climb back into bed after opening the door?

This episode has already been experienced, "Quietly open the door and hide back in bed." "The silence doesn't open the door, and the goblins themselves can come and go freely." Two reversals.

Now there is a third possibility.

Because Quiet has already opened the door and died after playing 'what to do'.

And the origin of gibberish is death certificates.

Because the input of the light brain can be entered through the iris gaze tracking.

It was before he died, his eyes couldn't be focused, it was quiet before he died, his eyes were flustered across his light brain, eager to be rescued, and finally after the dense mess, the remaining garbled code.

- Silence is dead.

What to do after "what to do"...... And who sent it?

It doesn't matter who's reading this post at the moment.

At this moment, the hair stood upside down, as if there was a cold sticky gaze full of malice on his spine.

On the other side of the screen, is it a person or a ghost?

When they were worried about the safety of the quiet, what was there to enter behind them?

——

Wen Jiu's mind was in turmoil, all kinds of speculations were intertwined, and he looked at the reasoning of others that kept scrolling on the big screen.

It's all about speculating on quiet deaths and quiet intentions following the words of friends.

When his thinking was confused, he was suddenly startled by the knocking pop-up window, and he looked at it, from 4, they didn't add friends, and the stranger's private chat could only send a message.

4: [Do you think there's something wrong with the post?] ］

Warm wine replied with a question mark.

The other party continued.

[It's something wrong with this friend.] ］

[Before I raised that the classroom is dangerous, shouldn't the first person who should be suspected of the second sister?] ］

[After all, a dead person can look at his brain and think of memories, and when he prioritizes his own safety, what a normal person should think about is whether the second sister is a dead person with memories. ］

[Now, however, the focus of the discussion is on Quiet.] ］

[This is a very strange point, because whether Quiet read the post or not, her death has already settled.]

In other words, whether or not you have read the post is actually an unimportant piece of information that does not affect your safety. ］

[But the first thing the poster considers is not that it is close at hand, whether the second sister is dead or not, but the quiet who has returned to the dormitory, and whether he has read the post. ］

[Even she specifically suggested that after reading the post, it was like she was ...... Divert our attention from the second sister. ］

[Something is wrong with this poster.] ］

[Something is wrong with this friend.] ］

He sent a lot in one go.

The more 4 shots, the more warm wine will be like falling into an ice cave.

If you think about it, he actually didn't like the role of a friend very much.

But every time he doubted his friend, a message would come out and hit him in the face.

For the first time, my friend himself came out and slapped him in the face.

The second time, the friend himself threw out other messages.

He has always despised people, and he has always thought that he should think independently, but it seems that every time he sees this post, his mind is being led to the other side of his thoughts.

He thinks what others want to think. He questions what others want to question, and he thinks that independent thinking is only the result of others' guidance.

…… Is a friend's post really credible?

Every time he thinks, fear is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, eating at every inch of his reason, he doesn't dare to think, he doesn't dare to figure it out, he doesn't dare to recall, he doesn't dare to criticize.

In the next second, Wen Jiu was full of excitement

What does the 4 who sent him a message want him to think?

He replied: [Why are you telling me this?] ］

4: [Because I saw that you questioned your friend's reply before, and I thought something was wrong with this friend, but you look at the other people in the forum, and they all think that what your friend said is right.] ］

4: [Ha, most people are ignorant.] ］

Wen Jiu went back and read the other replies of the forum now.

[Is the silence back?] ］

[Are classrooms really safe?] ］

[The more I think about it when I stay at school alone at night, the scary place it gets, is school really some kind of scary place.] ］

Yes, they are all being tempted to think.

After realizing this, his whole body was cold, and the originally stirring emotions cooled down, and he was able to look at the post with a clearer gaze.

However, what's even more terrifying is that the poster has not continued to update.

Commentators focused on who sent the message after Quiet's death.

No one cares if the poster doesn't continue to update, if there is a problem with the second sister around her.

Warm wine is thinking.

The poster didn't continue to update, isn't it...... What is the conspiracy against the second sister being planned?

——

It's not that I don't want to change it, but that the creditors have come to the door again.

The basement doesn't come much on weekdays, and at most there is the footsteps of rats and cockroaches, but now, through the door, An Ming hears the noise and bustle of the crowd in the hallway.

An Ming stopped his original code word hand and stared at the door vigilantly.

It could only come at her.

They didn't even hide it in the slightest. The big palm slammed against the fragile door, with the sound of rumbling feet.

"Pay back!"

After a long time, it quieted down. The man at the door kicked the door angrily, and even the place bordering the wall was shaking, and scolded: "You dad just hide, I see how long you can hold on and not go out." ”

and debtors.

After discovering that they couldn't fight alive or dead, the footsteps of the gang gradually faded away, but they didn't know whether they had given up or not.

[So fast...... It shouldn't be so fast. The system was a little dazed, and began to look through the plot, and hurriedly explained to Anmei: [Eh, has fate changed? I didn't do anything! 】

"It's none of your business." Anmei said, stepped forward and stood by the door.

"It's me, I paid the rent for a few more months, so that the landlord will definitely tell these people that this guy has money, then they will naturally come over to ask for debts."

Anmei even looked like he had two points of leisurely explanation.

"When I turned over the original plot yesterday, I found that the object of the male protagonist who came to this planet to do a deal was a big creditor of mine. If fate wants me to be with the male protagonist, then I will definitely use this as a pusher. ”

"And it just so happens that I also want to meet my creditor."

An Ming's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a resounding rumble, and the men seemed to turn back and regroup in the doorway, noisy and mixed with small laughter.

Through the door, he heard a buzzing sound.

Moments before the saw was about to saw the door, the door creaked open.

The light leaked into the basement hallway, leaving only a humanoid missing.

The big man carrying the saw at the door unexpectedly raised his eyes and found An Ming standing in front of him with one hand on the door.

Obviously, the saw was right in front of her, and the cold light flickered, but she didn't have the slightest fear and fear, and after noticing the big man's gaze, she even slowly raised a smile: "Didn't you say that you were going to take me to meet your boss?" ”

"Take me now."