Chapter 448

Although the physical education class is over now, Hugo has not yet come out of the gymnasium.

Live is still alive, just temporarily lost contact.

However, Hugo's loss of contact was commonplace for their team.

In the words of Tangerine Candy, it would be "Anyway, he is used to clearing the level alone, let him die".

...but the words are not rough.

So, everyone finally decided to go back to the dormitory early to prepare for tonight's "recruitment of clubs".

When we arrived downstairs in the dormitory, it was already completely dark.

It was dark all around, only the street lamps were sporadically on.

"Wait a moment."

Tangerine Candy seemed to think of something, and stopped a few people.

She opened her palm, and there were a few thin red threads lying in the small palm, "Here, take one for each of you and bring it with you."

Tian Ye was startled: "This is...?"

"Just take it." Tangerine Candy rolled his eyes, and didn't bother to explain.

"—but don't touch my hand."

Before Tian Ye stretched out her hand, she raised her voice and threatened.

Several people looked at each other, then walked forward, obediently each took one and put it on their bodies.

Wen Jianyan took one of them and looked carefully at the light.

The color of the rope is very bright, not very red, thick as if it is about to drip blood, revealing a sinister air.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

On the side, Tangerine Tang said coolly.

She raised her hand and hooked her neckline, and the same red string was tied around her neck, "This thing is very hard to find, after this dungeon is over, you all have to return it to me."

Of course Wen Jianyan wasn't worried about this.

While tying the red rope around one of his wrists with one hand, he looked at Tangerine Candy:

"Is that why you don't trust that guy?"

He immediately realized the purpose of Orange Tang's actions.

Although they have acted separately before, Orange Tang has never done such unnecessary things. This is not only because of the ability to trust her teammates, but also because she is a loyal supporter of social Darwin in her bones. He only has humanity and the bottom line, but he has already adapted and accepted the rules of Nightmare.

【If you can't live now, you will have to die sooner or later】

This kind of cold-blooded concept has long been deeply rooted under her seemingly innocent appearance.

Tangerine Candy's anomaly this time is obviously related to tonight's actions.

A traitor who nearly kills the team...and a sleep-enforced, defenseless danger.

Of course, this does not mean that Wen Jianyan trusts the weasel.

He just has full confidence in his own judgment and has strong doubts about that guy's true ability level.

"Of course." Tangerine Tang nodded and said casually, "It's not like you don't know, I hate people who stab in the back the most."

She glanced at Wen Jianyan.

Although there is still a smile on his face, the expression in his eyes is unexpectedly gloomy, like a thick cloud rolling in the sky: "A dog that has bitten its master will bite a second time sooner or later."

"..." Wen Jianyan stared at her without speaking for a moment.

"Okay, see you in the club." Tangerine Tang retracted her gaze, and returned to her previous carefree look. She waved her hand and ran towards the women's dormitory.

The little girl's voice came from afar:

"Don't break my props!"

*

After returning to the dormitory, before the other roommates came back, Wen Jianyan carefully searched her own bed.

Soon, he found a small, white flake-like thing in a hidden place under the mattress.

Like a human fingernail.

Wen Jianyan stared at it thoughtfully.

Sure enough, it was the same as he thought.

According to his guess, the so-called "society recruiting" needs coordinates. In the first school year, all the students who leave their names on the booklet will be invisible targets. However, this relationship is obviously not mandatory , Not reliable, otherwise, on the first night of the first school year, he would not be so easily drawn away by his props to hate and attention.

However, due to their obstruction this time, no one was able to leave their names on the booklet, and naturally there were no coordinates to establish.

Then, if the club wants to recruit new people, it can only be done manually.

That's why the weasel asked them about their specific beds.

Just to place the coordinates.

After looking at it for a few seconds, Wen Jianyan put it back in place.

— After all, it fits his plan, doesn't it?

night.

The bell rang, symbolizing lights out, and spread throughout the corridor.

The lights go out and darkness descends.

In just a few seconds, the entire dormitory fell into silence, and everyone fell asleep irresistibly.

The same goes for Wen Jianyan.

The night was dark and there was no sound.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the night gradually deepened.

"Ding ding."

The human bone wind chime hanging on the upper right corner of the bed automatically made a very light crashing sound without wind.

Wen Jianyan suddenly woke up from sleep.

"Cha, cha, cha."

In the corridor, there seemed to be vague footsteps, like the sound of shoe soles rubbing against the ground.

coming.

A layer of cold sweat trickled down Wen Jianyan's back.

However, his eyes were still closed, his breathing was still even, as if he was still in a deep sleep.

"Squeak—"

Just like the first night of the first school year, the door was pushed open from the outside, and although there was no wind, it made one subconsciously feel a chill on the back.

Wen Jianyan made it clear that the process of "recruiting new clubs" had begun.

"Crack, crack."

Footsteps echoed in the small room.

However, this time, the footsteps did not stop at any bed, but walked straight towards the depths of the dormitory.

Wen Jianyan's eyes were closed tightly, and when he heard the voice approaching, his limbs were still relaxed, but under the seemingly unchanged appearance, the joints and muscles of his body were secretly tensed.

It's not so much being prepared for danger...it's more about being prepared to let yourself be attacked.

"Crack."

The footsteps stopped abruptly beside the bed.

A cold breath came from the bedside, and Wen Jianyan felt that one side of his body began to feel cold, and the hair on his arms began to stand on end.

rustle.

There was the sound of the curtain being pulled.

Although she didn't open her eyes, Wen Jianyan was able to clearly outline this scene in her mind.

The shadow in the darkness bent down and slowly penetrated into the curtains, the face without face pressed down little by little, and gradually approached until it was only a hair's length away from the tip of his nose—

breathe.

Inhale and exhale, smoothly and evenly, without any changes.

Cold sweat oozes from Wen Jianyan's palms, and he can feel that the chill that seems to be able to penetrate the pores presses tightly on his face, and the blank face in his mind is pressed tightly against him.

However, unlike last time, he was no longer a student who made a sound unintentionally, but a formal "prey" after being marked.

No one knows exactly what will happen in this situation.

tick.

Without warning, something cold dripped on his cheek.

"!"

Wen Jianyan forcibly restrained her urge to tremble.

He smelled a familiar smell.

The sweet, fishy and moist smell rushed straight into his nostrils, almost making him unable to breathe.

It was the first smell he smelled whenever he entered a new place, and it was the same smell he had sniffed from the weasel bed in his first year.

Wen Jianyan restrained his urge to do something, his palms clenched into fists under the quilt, and his nails sank deep into his palms - he didn't know what he was doing, but what he knew was that if he Now activate the props and start to resist, then all previous efforts will be wasted.

Tick, tick.

More liquid dripped down, faster and denser, leaning on his face, flowing quickly along the skin, sealing his nose, mouth, and covering all facial features.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan seemed to realize something.

His hairs stood on end immediately.

The face stuck in front of him... was melting, and the melted liquid sealed his face like wax, and—

A new face is formed.

Just like the monsters in those dungeons.

A wet, swollen, pale face.

Finally, I don't know how long it has passed, and with the slight sound of the gauze curtain, the cold figure who has been leaning over the bed finally moves away slowly, then turns around, and walks away step by step with exactly the same pace as at the beginning.

Wen Jianyan still kept his eyes closed, lying motionless on the bed.

He heard the voice gradually go away, the door of the dormitory turned "squeaky" and closed again.

The footsteps disappeared into the corridor.

The dormitory became dead silent again, quiet, without a trace of movement.

that's all?

It has ended?

Wen Jianyan suddenly realized something.

Wait a minute, it's too quiet around here.

Although it was quiet before, it was still possible to hear the sleeping roommate's breathing sound, or the occasional turning over sound, but now, there is no sound at all in the surroundings, and the quietness makes people feel flustered.

What's more, this time, even if the "thing" left, Wen Jianyan didn't feel sleepy at all.

He tentatively rolled his lower eyelids.

opened.

It was pitch black in the field of vision, and the bottom of the bed board could be vaguely seen not far away.

He raised his hand tentatively and touched his cheek.

Although it was "replaced" with a face, the touch was the same as before, but it seemed to have become much moister.

Wen Jianyan stood up carefully and got up from the bed.

He looked around.

There was silence in the dormitory, just like before.

Wen Jianyan tentatively got out of bed and looked towards the bed closest to her - the bed was empty.

The person who originally slept on it has long since disappeared.

Although she was mentally prepared, Wen Jianyan still couldn't help feeling a chill down her back.

He let go of his hand, let the gauze curtain fall from his hand, and turned his head to look around.

At some point, everyone in the dormitory disappeared, and he was the only one standing in this empty room.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and collected himself.

After experiencing it himself, he began to understand some of the details of the first year.

Including why sometimes there is no one on the weasel's bed, and there are still traces of damp on it, and why the other party can act during their "forced sleep".

It's not so much that they can wake up, it's better to say... they are actually walking around in the copy in another form.

After clearing her thoughts, Wen Jianyan took a step and walked towards the door.

The corridor was still empty.

Although he didn't go to the next dormitory to check, Wen Jianyan knew that it should be the same as his own dormitory just now. All the anchors had "disappeared", and he was the only one who could move and walk.

Wen Jianyan didn't stay too long, but walked straight downstairs.

Unexpectedly, the dorm manager downstairs did not disappear.

She sat motionless in front of the table with her head down, not knowing what she was looking at.

Wen Jianyan glanced at the closed dormitory door.

He wanted to go out, but he didn't know if he would arouse the hostility of the hostess if he left like this.

So, Wen Jianyan took a step forward slowly, and cautiously pulled into the distance—the next second, he saw a gap suddenly opened at the back of the dormitory aunt's head, and one eye rolled out, staring at it firmly. he.

"!"

Wen Jianyan was taken aback, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and he stopped his pace immediately.

Auntie's voice sounded from the front, muffled, inhumanly stiff and cold.

"You have an hour."

"..."

Wen Jianyan swallowed her saliva, bit the bullet and nodded: "...Thank you."

After answering, he withdrew his gaze and walked quickly towards the outside of the dormitory building.

As soon as the door is opened, what comes into view is a huge and fuzzy world.

The whole campus seemed to be shrouded in a gray and dark curtain, as if separated from him by a layer of membrane, as if within reach, but very far away. In this unreal scene, the only One building is clear.

A three-story low building stood not far away, with lights in the windows emitting a faint red light.

Although it was still far away, Wen Jianyan knew at a glance that it was the administrative building, the core of the whole school, and it was also the destination he tried his best to reach.

Wen Jianyan exhaled slowly, and walked towards the administration building.

I don't know if it's because the world he's traveling through is not the original one, but the straight-line distance from the dormitory to the administrative building is much closer than Wen Jianyan imagined.

After only a few minutes of walking, the familiar three-story building appeared in front of him.

The door to the ground floor opens to reveal the spacious hall inside.

Wen Jianyan made up his mind and walked in.

The moment he stepped in, a stiff voice sounded:

"Come here to register."

Wen Jianyan looked at the security room on the side—the security room was pitch black, and the black figure lay motionless in place, as if the voice just now was not from him.

However, Wen Jianyan knew that all of this was by no means her own illusion.

He stepped forward calmly.

A familiar sweet smell came from inside the security room.

On the narrow table, there was a scarlet book with the words [Registration Office] written on it.

There is no pen next to it, but only a small inkpad.

In the darkness all around, the ink pad was bright red.

Wen Jianyan paused, raised his hand, pressed on the ink pad, and then pressed his fingerprints on the booklet.

Immediately afterwards, a pale hand with blue-black joints slowly stretched out from the darkness, pressed it on the booklet, and took it back.

"go in."

said the security guard.

Wen Jianyan turned around, and he looked at the huge full-length mirror in the hall that was responsible for arranging clothes.

His own reflection in the mirror—

And a completely blank face without features.

"..."

Wen Jianyan looked away and walked towards the first floor.

Unlike last time when it was pitch black and as dead as a tomb, this time, the community activity room on the first floor was brightly lit.

The originally closed door was half-opened, and a slightly reddish light flowed out of it, falling on the ground, and the sound of walking and talking could be vaguely heard inside.

Wen Jianyan stepped forward and pushed open the door of the activity room closest to her.

A group of people dressed as students turned their heads and looked over.

Each of them has no facial features.

"A newcomer?"

One of the people with a blank face said that his voice was very strange, and he couldn't hear the original tone at all. Compared with humans, he was more inclined to a stiff and cold NPC.

He raised his hand and pointed to an empty chair:

"sit down."

"The club recruiting conference is about to start.":,,.