Chapter 79 Wardrobe No. 3 Appears

"Oh~~~~It turns out that there is such a solution to this problem. The teacher is really ashamed of himself. I misunderstood you earlier, and it was the teacher's fault."

[Zhao Shanhe friendliness +10]

[Zhao Shanhe's friendliness is full] (the one who reaches it first)

[Reward: 1, Ghost Qi +50]

[2, 300 million ghost coins]

[3, "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation"]

Duan Ming: "???"

After more than half an hour of verbal skills, Zhao Baldou's friendliness was finally filled up...

What's going on here?

He really wanted to take out that pile of test papers and smash it hard on the reflection.

Not long after, the bell rang at the end of the exam, and Bald Zhao walked into the classroom with a friendly smile at Duan Ming and began to collect the papers.

Credit +10.

But Duan Ming couldn't be happy.

But when the three of them were happy.

With this success, the confidence of these few people surrounded them.

He Nian: "Haha, Duan Ming really has you. I thought I had to recite formulas for multiple-choice questions."

Duan Ming said sullenly: "It's good if you can pass, oh yes, have you revised the answers? If you copy them all the same, Bald Zhao will inevitably become suspicious."

"Don't worry, didn't you write it all down on the test paper? Besides, I'm not that stupid to copy every word and change it."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Xian who was on the side suddenly stared his eyes: "What! Those few lines written on it are notes?"

"???" ×4

"I said big brother, you didn't even copy those few lines, did you?"

Ji Xian cried and said: "I thought it was because the blank space couldn't write the answer written on it. I didn't have time to copy the last time, and I didn't read the content at all."

"..."

Duan Ming rolled his eyes.

This plan seems to be more tiger than what year it was.

At this moment, Yu Xiaoshuang's hurried figure suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom.

"Duan Ming, Wardrobe No. 3 has appeared!"

...

Fortunately, the next class is Yu Fangfang's class, so Duan Ming informed her and took the small team to the destination.

Jiang Xiaoxiao once said that the disappearing closet No. 3 appeared elusively, sometimes appearing one after another, and sometimes there was no shadow of a fart for ten days and a half months. When he knew that it had appeared, he naturally had to go and see it first.

At least some information can be found first.

Wardrobe No. 3 is located in the locker room next to the football field. Taking advantage of the gap in the rush, Duan asked, "What's going on?"

Yu Xiaoshuang: "It's an entrant in our class. He felt that the credits for doing small tasks were too slow. He took on the task of the strange story of the No. 3 closet. He didn't expect that the closet appeared just in time. He was killed on the spot and used the resurrection quota. Then resurrect and return to class."

"Did you get any important information?"

She shook her head: "Not at all. He was still in a daze when he came back. He just said nothing and came back dead without seeing anything."

"Is it a straight-to-death rule ability?" Duan Ming muttered to himself.

"Everyone, be careful for a while. Even if the closet is still there, don't act rashly. Stand a little farther away and follow my instructions."

Now Duan Ming has become the leader of the small group. When he spoke, everyone nodded seriously.

Soon a few people arrived at the door of the locker room, and at the same time slowed down, Duan Ming was in front, took out a lot of props and held them in their hands, and slowly approached the room of the strange talk wardrobe.

The door of the dressing room was still open. He hid behind the wall, took a deep breath, and quickly poked his head out to take a look in.

Um?

Maybe not.

I took another look, and this time it took a little longer, and I didn't shrink back.

A row of iron wardrobes are neatly arranged, each with a number, 1, 2, one is empty, followed by 4, 5, 6, 7...

"Everyone, come out, the wardrobe disappeared again." He said, and walked in first.

The crowd followed and were immediately stunned by the scene in front of them.

There was a shockingly large spread of bright red on the ground.

Duan Ming squatted down: "It should be the blood of the classmate who was killed. It seems that the death rules of this wardrobe are not the kind of strong and direct killing. It should still go through some steps to kill people."

Zeng Yanliang boldly touched the empty space, and put his hand in. It seems that the wardrobe is not as simple as being invisible.

"What's next? Do we have 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, and go outside."

Everyone returned to the corridor at the door.

This wait lasted for an hour, He Nian almost lost his underwear, but there was no sign of his wardrobe showing up at all.

"Forget it, it doesn't look like it will come out in a short time, we can't put our hopes on a chance, maybe we should finish that weird talk that was not completed before." Duan Ming said suddenly, and put down the poker Pai walked towards the gate.

He Nian stared: "Hey! Don't bring such a shameless person! I have three sets of bombs!"

Duan Ming fell on deaf ears.

The self-mutilation ghost has not been resolved yet.

It should be late now.

He also roughly guessed the plan of the system prompt.

As the ghost stories were unraveled one by one, he obtained more and more information, and knew more and more ghosts of the ghost stories. At this time, go to the self-inflicted ghost, and the chances of being able to connect the information will be greater.

The self-mutilation ghost's information mentioned that he had participated in a serial murder case. Could it be that the piano ghost, the sister with a gap and the security uncle in the grooming mirror all died at his hands?

Maybe there will be an answer in a moment.

The locker room and the auditorium are just two pairs of doors on the playground, just two steps away. Duan Ming skillfully unlocked the door, and the self-harming ghost returned to the unconscious state at the beginning, but this time he no longer used the cursed blade to self-mutilate. , that thing was snatched by Duan Ming.

I don't know where he pulled out a sharp iron hook again, and scratched at his body without pain, and this time the wound healing speed was not as abnormal as before. According to the normal recovery efficiency of ghost energy, his whole body Also almost red with blood.

Duan Ming raised his eyebrows, walked straight over and squatted aside, staring at him with interest.

The self-mutilating ghost's eyes were distracted, and he was constantly slashing at his body with an iron hook, each time a bruised skin appeared, and he didn't even frown.

hero.

Duan Ming watched quietly for as long as he rowed.

One minute……

two minutes...

A drop of cold sweat rolled down the self-harming ghost's forehead.

Duan Ming smiled and stood up...

Then he took out the consecrated folding stool.

"Lying grass!"

The self-harming ghost was so violent that he covered his eyes and fell to the ground, tears spewed out on the spot. When he regained his sight, five familiar faces were smiling maliciously.

He thumped in his heart, and then smiled awkwardly: "Aha, haha, how many big brothers are there? Look at this, I just regained consciousness, otherwise I would have gone to greet a few of you."

"Oh, is it so?"

Duan Ming narrowed his eyes, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he slowly leaned forward.

Yu Xiaoshuang covered her mouth in shock.

It never occurred to her that ghosts of ghost stories could be treated in such a simple and rude way.