Chapter 79: Wardrobe No. 3 appeared.
"Oh~~~It turns out that there is such a solution to this question. The teacher is really ashamed of himself. It was the teacher's fault that he misunderstood you and cost you your life."
[Zhao Shanhe Friendliness Level +10]
[Zhao Shanhe’s friendship level is full] (Those who achieve it first)
[Reward: 1, ghost energy +50]
[2, ghost coins 300 million]
[3, "Five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation"]
Duan life: "???"
After more than half an hour of talking, Bald Zhao's friendliness was finally filled up...
What kind of thing is sneaking in here?
He really wanted to take out the pile of test papers and smash them on the reflective surface.
Not long after, the exam end bell rang, and Zhao Baldou smiled at Duan Mingyou and walked into the classroom to start collecting papers.
Credit +10.
But Duan Ming couldn't be happy.
But how happy are the three of them?
With this success, these goods gathered around with increased confidence.
He Nian: "Haha, Duan Ming really belongs to you. I thought I had to recite formulas and do multiple-choice questions again."
Duan Ming said gloomily: "It's good if you can pass it. Oh, by the way, have any of you revised your answers? What if all Bald Zhao will inevitably become suspicious if you copy the same thing."
"Don't worry, aren't you written down and marked on the test paper? Besides, I'm not that stupid, copying every word and correcting it."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone stood aside. Ji Xian suddenly opened his eyes: "What! Are those lines written on it annotations?" " ???
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Ji Xian cried sadly: "I thought it was because there was no room for the answer in the blank space. I didn't have enough time to copy it last time, so I didn't read the content at all." "
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Duan Ming rolled his eyes.
This plan seems to be more powerful than ever before.
At this moment, Yu Xiaoshuang's hurried figure suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom.
"Duan Ming, Wardrobe No. 3 has appeared!"
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Fortunately, the next period was Yu Fangfang's class. Duan Ming informed her and took the small team to the destination.
Jiang Xiaoxiao once said that the disappearing Wardrobe No. 3 is elusive. Sometimes it appears one after another, and sometimes there is no sign of it for ten days and a half. When you know it has appeared, you naturally want to go and have a look first.
At least we can find out some information first.
Wardrobe No. 3 is located in the locker room next to the football field. Duan Ming took advantage of the opportunity to rush over and asked: "What's the situation?"
Yu Xiaoshuang: "It's an entrant in our class. He thinks the credits for doing small tasks are too slow. I took on the mission of the weird story in Wardrobe No. 3, but I didn’t expect that the closet would appear and be killed on the spot. I used my resurrection quota and was resurrected back to the class."
"Did you get any important information?"
She shook her head: "Absolutely. No, he was still confused when he came back. He just said nothing and was killed without seeing anything."
"Is it another direct-to-death rule ability?" Duan Ming murmured to himself.
"Everyone, be careful for a moment. Even if the wardrobe is still there, don't act rashly. Stand far away and follow my instructions."
Now Duan Ming has become the leader of the small group. When he spoke, everyone nodded seriously.
Soon, several people arrived outside the dressing room door. They slowed down at the same time, with Duan Ming in front. They took out a lot of props and held them in their hands, and slowly moved towards the room of Guitan's wardrobe.
The door to the locker room was still open. He hid behind the wall, took a deep breath, and quickly peeked in.
Um?
Maybe not.
He took another look, and this time it was a little longer, but he didn't shrink back. A row of iron wardrobes were neatly arranged, each with a number, 1, 2, one was empty, then 4, 5, 6, 7...
"Everyone, come out, the wardrobe has disappeared again." He said, taking the lead in walking in.
Everyone followed and were immediately stunned by the scene in front of them.
There was a shocking pool of bright red on the ground.
Duan Ming squatted down: "It should be the blood of the murdered classmate. It seems that the death rules of this wardrobe are not the kind that are very strong and directly take people's lives. It should still take some steps to kill people."
Zeng Yanliang boldly touched the empty space and put his hand in. It seemed that the wardrobe was not as simple as being invisible.
"What to do next? Do you want to wait?" he asked.
Duan Ming turned around and took a look, thought for a while and replied: "You can try to wait and see, go outside."
Everyone returned to the corridor at the door.
After waiting for an hour, He Nian was almost out of his underwear, but there was no sign of his wardrobe showing up.
"Forget it, it looks like it won't come out in a short time. We can't put our hopes on odds. Maybe we should finish the weird story that we didn't finish before." Duan Ming said suddenly, leaving the poker behind. Pai walked towards the gate.
He Nian's eyes widened: "Hey! You're not such a fool! I have three bombs!"
Duan Ming turned a deaf ear.
The self-mutilating ghost has not been solved yet.
It should be considered late now.
He also roughly guessed the plan prompted by the system.
As the ghost stories were solved one by one, he gained more and more information and got to know more and more ghost stories. At this time, if you go to the self-mutilator, the chance of connecting the information will be greater.
The self-mutilation ghost's information mentioned that he had been involved in a serial murder case. Could it be that the piano ghost, the cracked sister and the security uncle in the grooming mirror all died in his hands?
Maybe there will be an answer soon.
The locker room and auditorium are just two pairs of doors on the playground. They are there in just two steps. Duan Ming skillfully unlocked the door and the self-mutilator returned to his original unconscious state, but this time he no longer used the cursed blade to harm himself. , that thing was robbed by Duan Ming.
He didn't know where he pulled out another sharp iron hook, and he scratched his body without knowing the pain. However, the healing speed of the wound this time was not as abnormal as before. According to the normal recovery efficiency of ghost energy, his whole body It was almost stained red with blood.
Duan Ming raised his eyebrows, walked over and squatted aside, staring at him with interest.
The self-inflicted ghost's eyes were distracted, and he was scratching his body with the iron hook, each blow leaving a strip of skin and flesh, without even frowning.
hero.
As long as he rowed, Duan Ming watched quietly.
One minute...
two minutes...
a drop of cold sweat slid down the forehead of the self-mutilator.
Duan Ming smiled slightly and stood up...
Then he took out the consecration folding stool.
"Lie down!"
The self-harm ghost covered his eyes and fell to the ground, tears bursting out on the spot. When he regained his sight, five familiar faces were wearing malicious smiles.
His heart skipped a beat, and then he smiled awkwardly: "Ah, haha, are all the big brothers here? Look at this, I just regained consciousness, otherwise I would have gone to greet them." "
Oh? Really?"
Duan Ming narrowed his eyes, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he slowly leaned forward.
Yu Xiaoshuang covered her mouth in shock.
She never thought that ghosts and ghosts could be treated in such a simple and crude way.
(End of chapter)