Not 919? !

One word woke the dreamer, and others soon realized something was wrong.

"Is this a hallucination? Or was 919 transferred? Are classmates Jiang and the others in danger?"

Guo Guo immediately searched out a series of possibilities from her brain and asked them like a barrage.

Tang Xinjue shook her head: "It's not an illusion, everything we see now is real. The entire corridor, whether it's the walls, the floor, or the black liquid, is all real - every time. Just being true is sometimes not the same as being true."

This is the case every time... Jiang Lan repeated it silently in his heart, and suddenly realized something: "What we experience every time is not the same corridor?"

"No, it should be more than the corridor," she immediately denied herself, her eyes swayed slightly, and finally came to the conclusion:

"It's the floor!"

As their eyes met, Tang Xinjue nodded and said, "Yes, it's the floor."

They are indeed in this dormitory building, in the corridor specially designed by the Academic Affairs Office.

This corridor is connected to the women's bedroom at the front and the men's bedroom at the back. The layout is no different from what they saw when they broke out of 919.

But this is not the 9th floor.

Suddenly hearing this news, after a short two seconds of unacceptable, all the previous violations came to mind:

The traces of the corridor, which were refreshed once out of the door, suddenly became a wall that was hard to smash through, and the black liquid gushing out of the original female dormitory wall, one by one inexplicable problems piled up like a mountain ...but what if it wasn't the 9th floor at all?

All questions suddenly have answers.

"It's not the 9th floor, so which floor are we now? When was it replaced?"

Guo Guo frantically ran her brain trying to keep up with her thoughts: "Could it be when we just came out to the men's dormitory? No, the ghost of the men's dormitory was still pointing the way, and if there is a problem with the floor, it will definitely be found. "

"From the men's bed?"

Zhang You made a guess.

It was at this time that they first noticed the strangeness of the corridor.

Jiang Lan answered: "But when we hid in the repairman's room and came out, the traces we left disappeared for the second time. Does this prove that the floor has been changed twice?"

If this is the case, then the traces they left on the wall are not so-called automatic recovery at all, but every time they come here, they see not the same wall!

No. 7 interrupted their speculation and questioned: "Wait a minute. All the premises you are talking about now are based on one foundation, and that is Tang Xinjue's conclusion just now."

She turned her head to look at Tang Xinjue: "Once we believe your conclusion, it will affect our very important choices and actions in the future. So, how can you be sure, your speculation must be correct?"

"It's easy to verify."

Tang Xinjue smiled and stood in front of the cracked wall.

"The Academic Affairs Office killed the male dormers who could move freely, because their familiarity with the dormitory building would immediately find out the truth. But we are not familiar with this building, so even if we find the problem, There's no way of confirming what floor this is, let alone finding a way to get out."

If the Academic Affairs Office can really change the floor at will, just move them to any floor directly, and the candidates can be locked and imprisoned forever.

"Obviously, this is not in line with the balance and logic of the exam. The Academic Affairs Office cannot be so strong, or the more powerful the ability, the corresponding restrictions must be imposed."

Tang Xinjue said: "So my speculation has another premise, that is, there is only a fixed critical point for floor change. And as long as it is triggered, whether the school wants to change or not, the floor must be changed. Convert."

"If you want to verify whether my guess is correct, just break this critical point and see if everything changes."

The voice fell, and Tang Xinjue once again swung the hammer and slammed it on the crack!

Boom, boom, boom. Holding a hammer handle thicker than her two arms tied together, the girl stared blankly at the largest crack on the wall, hitting it with precision every time.

Without the black liquid inside the wall, the wall seems to be much weaker. The cracks got bigger and bigger, and soon there was a gap running through it up and down. You could see the jagged cement structure inside and the dried black liquid.

At this moment, the wall suddenly changed.

The white paint on the ceiling fell layer by layer as if it was shaken, and the pungent dust rose up. They subconsciously retreated to avoid it, but after two short efforts, there was already a vast expanse of white in front of them.

No. 10 and other water-based abilities dispel the dust, and a complete and smooth wall with no traces appeared in front of everyone.

Another refresh!

"Cough, cough, it is known that this dormitory building is only 9 floors up."

Jiang Lan vigorously swept away the remaining dust, her hoarse voice was choked intermittently, but she was still clutching her nose and persistently analyzing: "According to these several situations, every time the floor is refreshed, there is a high probability Can't repeat. Then, we'll only go through eight refreshes at most."

On the ninth time, even if the Academic Affairs Office is unwilling, they have to let them return to the ninth floor.

"I understand, so it doesn't really matter which floor we are on now!" Guo Guo's eyes lit up and counted: "The most important thing is, can we handle the remaining 12345 ...6 refreshes!"

The requirement of floor change is to smash this wall, and if the wall is smashed to a certain extent, everyone will be attacked. Only after these waves can they go back to 919 and hand over the red line that allows the ghosts to move freely to classmate Jiang.

"Six times more?" Zhang You had a headache.

The accumulation of danger six times in a row is not an algorithm where one plus one equals two. This is just to return to the ninth floor, and now they have not even found the shadow of the Academic Affairs Office.

Even if the determination to clear the customs is firm, people can't help but doubt themselves: Can they really complete the final task of the dungeon in such an almost invisible obstacle and danger?

Tang Xinjue rubbed her arm that was congested with excessive force, but her eyes were bright and even shockingly sharp:

"There are no mortal levels, and no dungeons that cannot be cleared."

From the first exam to the present, her knowledge of the game has grown from nothing, even in a difficult situation that seems to be unsolvable, she has always insisted on this.

Like in countless dark nightmares in which there is no hope in the past three years, as long as you try your best to persevere to the end, there will always be the moment when the monster's head is cut off, which is also the moment when you return to reality.

"Although the exam is not friendly to candidates, it is usually impossible to set such a huge gap in strength. One can easily control the changes in the copy structure, set up countless traps and ambush, and even easily trap the other side of the ghost camp. A dungeon boss, it can't be just the strength level of a C-level teamfight dungeon."

After Tang Xinjue finished speaking, Keke rarely spoke after using Yan Ling, she hung up the nth call to A Nian but couldn't get through: "I also Agreed. The idiots in the girl’s bed don’t say anything about their IQ, and they don’t see how outrageous their strength is. Even if they have restraint on the Academic Affairs Office, based on what I have seen from this copy, I really don’t think so. What is it worth hiding from the Academic Affairs Office?"

She shrugged: "What does this mean, I don't need to say more, the Academic Affairs Office really seems to be so powerful, it has long been in heaven, there is no need to play with the students here. heart."

Continuing Keke's words, Tang Xinjue raised the corners of his mouth:

"So, when we found their body, what we saw was probably a very weak Academic Affairs Office.

—this is one of the secrets they want to hide. "

Everyone: "…"

Break the defense?

After a brief analysis and communication, everyone reached a consensus under the wall of gas to cracks.

No matter what wishful thinking of the Academic Affairs Office, it cannot affect their unswerving goals and determined course of action.

The goal exists, the action begins.

Zheng Wanqing took the initiative to take over the task of smashing the wall, and let Tang Xinjue, who had smashed two rounds in a row, take a rest, and then swung her right hand that gradually solidified into battle, ruthlessly began to wreak havoc .

The dust that had just dissipated filled the entire space again, and everyone had to cover their noses to fight their coughs. Guo Guo wanted to find No. 10 to use the precipitation ability to relieve her, but she couldn't find No. 10 in the dust for a while.

"Ah, I suddenly remembered, I don't know the names of the three people in their dormitory."

Guo Guo covered her nose and searched left and right, and said in the chat group in her head.

It has been so long since she entered the exam, she only knew that the other person's bed numbers were No. 5, No. 6 and No. 10.

Everyone seems to have introduced themselves roughly during the meal, but now there is only a rough impression, which does not match the specific name and information.

Zhang You found a stack of masks in the storage bag, and said calmly while distributing: "It doesn't matter, when we finish the dungeon boss, we will have time to get to know our new friends."

Guo Guo: "Then I want to eat an extra bowl of rice at the celebration banquet, no, three bowls!"

She can't be the MVP in the exam, but she is still very confident in the job.

In the casual conversation, the masks have basically been distributed, Zhang You pinched the last few masks that were not distributed, and began to look for other people in the dust like Guo Guo: " Classmate No. 5? Classmate No. 10? Where are you?"

"cough...cough..."

There is no answer in the air, only the faint sound of coughing.

Zhang You frowned slightly: "Classmate No. 5?"

"Cough...cough!"

The coughing became louder and louder, attracting the attention of several people. Tang Xinjue's expression changed slightly: "The one who is coughing is No. 5."

She took her legs and walked in the direction of the coughing sound. The others followed closely and soon saw two figures who were bent over and trembling. No. 10 was helping them frantically rummaging for props, and then looked at the two people who were bending over and coughing violently. It was No. 5 and No. 6!

"What's the matter with you?"

Several people immediately stepped forward to help them up, but No. 5 reacted violently and retreated. She coughed to the point where she couldn't speak, and could only shake her head vigorously to refuse everyone's approach.