Chapter 156 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (1) "You Are a Bad Boy Who Likes to Lie"

[Copy Name: "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School"]

[Copy Type: Team Survival]

[Preliminary reminder: Disasters happen repeatedly, and survival is not easy; living is a kind of luck, but death is destiny]

Qisi opened his eyes and saw a rusty iron door.

He was in a small room of less than five square meters. There were no windows, and there was only a broken crack in the corner of the ceiling, leaking a ray of skylight.

It was daytime outside, but the room was dimly lit. The iron door was embedded in the gray wall, and the outline could not be seen clearly.

Qisi was sitting against the wall, his head was a little dizzy, and his stomach was filled with bitterness. It should be the physical state that this copy had put on him.

Hunger, a long-lost but extremely familiar feeling, can make a quick judgment once it is endured.

Qiss stood up unsteadily, lowered his eyes, and saw that he was still wearing the white shirt he wore when entering the dungeon, but the body wrapped in it was smaller, and he was visibly malnourished.

"You actually changed your physical appearance. Is this a role-playing copy?"

Qisi squeezed his skinny arm, and a hoarse and low male voice narrated in his ears at the right moment.

[You fainted from hunger in the solitary room and woke up again from hunger. It seems that you have lost some memories. 】

[Of course, memory is not important in this school. You just need to remember to listen to Ms. Medina and not violate school rules. 】

[The first priority is to find food. You haven't eaten a grain of rice in three days. If you don't finish eating within two hours, you will starve to death. 】

[Human beings are such a fragile species, aren't they? 】

The narrator's speech is unhurried and lacks emotion, with the arrogance of a creator looking down at lower creatures.

Immediately afterwards, three lines of prompt text were refreshed on the system interface:

[Side mission has been refreshed]

[Side mission (must do): Eating]

[Task time: 1 hour]

You won't starve to death if you don't eat for three days, and Qiss has a lot of experience in this regard.

When he was sixteen years old, he was sent to a black factory by his uncle and his parents. Unfortunately, he was locked in a small room for five days and five nights, but he still managed to survive...

But it is clear that this copy is not intended to comply with the Basic Law. If he doesn't eat as soon as possible, even if he doesn't starve to death, he will be wiped out by the copy.

Zeiss took out his hiking bag from the toolbar and unzipped it.

The moment he entered the dungeon, the hiking bag he carried was automatically put away in the props slot. I don't know whether it was because of the plot, or because I wanted to tell him that in this dungeon, ordinary props can also be put away.

The hiking bag only occupies one prop compartment, but it contains a lot of props including towels, paper and pens.

Following his memory, Qiss took out the sugar bowl from the compartment of his school bag, unscrewed the lid, and stuffed a gummy candy into his mouth.

The hunger has not been relieved in any way, and a new prompt text is refreshed:

[You may need some bread, biscuits, or rice]

This is a tactful way of telling him that eating sweets is useless.

"I need to use local materials in this copy, right?"

Qisi dragged his limp body to the iron door. Through the dim light leaking from the ceiling, he finally saw clearly that the door had no doorknob.

The door handle was probably on the other side of the door, which meant that even if he used a wire to pry the door lock, he couldn't push the door open.

Now his scope of activities is only a small room with less than ten cubic meters of space.

"Is there food in the room, or... is there a mechanism and a dark room?" Qisi speculated endlessly, his eyes falling on a pile of indistinct gray shadows in the corner.

He leaned against the wall, and when he got closer, he saw clearly that it was just a pile of clothes, not food at all.

Even so, Qisi still picked up his clothes and shook them out unbelievingly. Nothing dropped out, only a few lines of prompts popped up:

[Name: Red Maple Leaf Boarding School Uniform]

[Type: props (copies cannot be taken out)]

[Effect: Make you look more gregarious and more like a student of Red Maple Leaf Boarding School]

[Note: Article 3 of the school rules, students must wear school uniforms in school]

Qisi remembered "Don't break school rules" in the narration, and looked at the dirty clothes in his hands.

This piece of clothing has no pattern and is just hastily sewn from gray cloth. At first glance, it looks no different from a sack.

He didn't believe that after wearing this thing, he would be let out immediately for complying with the so-called school rules, but he still took off his white shirt with the attitude that it would not be a loss if he tried it, and put on the dirty school uniform top.

This set of actions took him two minutes, and nothing happened. He took off his pants again and changed into his school uniform pants, but still no miracle.

The pain and nausea in his stomach became more and more obvious as time went by, and Qis soon broke into a sweat.

He started from the edge and explored every corner of the wall and floor inch by inch.

After he touched every accessible corner of the room, the discomfort in his stomach had already reached an extreme point and then disappeared, his limbs became softer and softer, and his vision gradually became darker.

There was only half an hour left. There were no darkrooms or mechanisms in the room, and there was nothing except a set of school uniforms.

"Did I miss some clues? Or...are you trying to escape from the ceiling?" Chisit leaned heavily on the iron door and raised his eyes to look above his head.

There are also no mechanisms visible to the naked eye. I'm afraid we have to get closer to see if there is a way out.

But even Zeiss in his heyday couldn't climb to the ceiling without using tools, let alone now.

The iron door seemed to be the only exit of this room. Qisi threw his whole body weight on it without any hope. The door did not move at all, but the impact caused pain in his back.

"Could it be that Weird Game found out that I was poking fun at it and wanted to kill me here on purpose?"

Chiss made a joke to himself and inadvertently licked his lips.

The place was dry and cracked due to lack of water, and there was blood. It was a bit salty and bitter when licked, which gave the school dungeon a sense of wilderness survival.

In the [Task Time] column in the upper left corner of the sight, the number [00:27:57] is cold and dazzling.

Zeiss remained calm and reviewed the known information:

"The narrator said that I 'lost some memories', is he referring to the role I played in this copy, or me?"

"You must listen to Ms. Medina and you must not violate school rules. Am I being detained here because of disobedience and violation of school rules?"

"A normal school would not let students starve to death even if they punished them corporally; but it seems that Red Maple Leaf Boarding School does not have such a strict attitude..."

The ending of starving to death was so terrible that Zeiss shuddered at the thought.

He put his hand on the door and knocked repeatedly, making crisp sounds.

There is no way out of the room, so you can only find a way out of the room.

Making some noise and attracting random things, even if it's just a ghost, would be better than the current situation.

Time passed by minute by minute, and there was no other sound except the tapping sound in my ears. There seems to be no one here.

Qisi suddenly remembered what Xu Ning said to him on April 1st:

‘You can’t stay away from people after all. You are not God, there will always be things you cannot do; when faced with things beyond your power, you always have to seek help from others. You can live to this day, and you cannot live without the human race for food, clothing, housing and transportation. What position do you have to despise the group and refuse to unite? ’

Given this situation, I don't know if this is a prophetic statement.

Qisi smiled amusedly, blinked, and suddenly saw a few clusters of figures.

It seemed to be an illusion and disappeared in an instant. He blinked several times tentatively, and the scenes in the room switched rapidly like a slideshow.

Everything was silent, the light flickered on and off, and shadows flashed high and low on the wall. Sometimes Zis was alone, and sometimes there were people coming and going.

Those people were wearing red and green T-shirts and walking around the room. For a moment, Qiss even saw the iron door open with his peripheral vision, and there was a tour guide holding a small flag standing at the door. There seemed to be a familiar face in the crowd, and it was almost absurd to appear in this situation.

"Is it a revolving door before a person dies, or is it triggering some hidden event?" Qisi thought endlessly, unable to figure out the reason.

He watched the ray of light leaking from the ceiling move slowly, the straight golden line dividing the room in half, extending to the corner, and then suddenly dimmed at a certain moment.

In the haziness, two human voices sounded in the distance one after another, seemingly talking.

"Xiao Zhou, I'll teach you to be good. Team copies are all about talk. In order to ensure the death toll mechanism, you won't be vague." This voice was rich and exaggerated, and his tone was very self-satisfied, "Forging iron requires oneself. Just hold on to the key clues first, and they will naturally listen to us."

Another voice sounded quite honest: "Many... many thanks, Brother Chen! But we're leaving like this. What if there are important clues over there?"

"You don't understand this. There are more than a dozen of them gathered there, and no matter what happens, they can't keep it secret. Most people know it, which means they all know it. Following a large army in the dungeon is the stupidest thing. Important clues I won’t take the initiative to find him.”

"Really? But, will they unite to hide it from me?" The owner of the voice seemed to have some doubts, "If we behave so unsociably, it will leave a bad impression, right?"

"Xiao Zhou, we have all joined Xi La, why do we ask for a good impression? Don't you still believe in Brother Chen and me? Just tell me, when have you ever failed to use the things that I taught you?"

"Brother Chen, I...I believe you! Haha, if you hadn't reminded me last time, I would never have thought of buying some food to prepare..."

Food?

Zeiss heard the keyword and a plan formed in his mind.

Squeezing out his last bit of strength, he quickly stuffed the white shirt he took off into the backpack beside him, and then put the backpack into the toolbar.

He leaned against the iron door and silently recited in his mind: "I am a student at Red Maple Leaf Boarding School. I was placed in solitary confinement because I violated school rules and made Ms. Medina angry. I have always been in poor health. After fainting from hunger, he lost most of his memory and only remembered his identity..."

[The "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School Uniform" prop has been detected and is providing you with a reasonable identity]

Silver-white words appeared in front of his eyes. Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly. He really didn't expect that he accidentally put on the school uniform and had such benefits.

[Identity "Bad Boy" has been loaded]

A large prompt text refreshed in the upper left corner of the field of view, blocking a small area of ​​sight:

[You are a student at Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, your number is 47, which is also your name here. You have a bad memory and have long forgotten your original name. 】

[You are a bad boy who likes to lie. Your clumsy lies often make Ms. Medina angry. She criticized you many times, but you refused to change despite repeated admonitions and never tired of it. She could only punish you with three days of confinement so that you could remember it for a long time. 】

[Ms. Medina told you these. You don’t remember, but that’s not important. Ms. Medina runs the school and never makes a mistake. Only bad boys are punished, and you can only be a bad boy. 】

[While you were in solitary confinement, no one brought you food. You guessed that the classmate who delivered the food stole your share. But there is nothing you can do, Ms. Medina will not care about such trivial matters. 】

[You are about to starve to death. Fortunately, someone comes and is still talking about food. You want to ask them for help and see if you can get some bread. 】

Qiss lowered his eyelids and knocked on the iron door again.

This time, he made a half-dead tone and said angrily: "Classmate, please tell Ms. Medina that I know I was wrong... I haven't eaten for three days. I'm so hungry. If you do this again I will die if I go down..."

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