Chapter 163 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (8) "He Is the Worst Kid Among Us"

Chapter 164 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (IX) "He saw the portrait of that man"

[Instance name: "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School"]

[Instance type: Team survival]

[Preliminary tips: Disasters repeat themselves, and survival is not easy; being alive is a kind of luck, and death is destiny]

Chang Xu stood in front of a huge concrete building, looked around, and did not see the figure of his teammates.

He had a vague intuition: this instance might be very complicated, and the main task would no longer be the simple and straightforward "survive for a few days" or "escape from here" in the past.

It would be... puzzle solving, which he was least good at.

In silence, the narration sounded faintly in his ears:

[Over the long years, the extinction of a race was silent; the remains of civilization were annihilated in the flames of war, and there was no way to prove that it had ever existed]

[Some people call it a tragedy, while others call it great; extinction is eternal, and disaster is eternal]

[The bones of the dead rotted on the ground, and the monuments of the victors rose from the ground. Does commemoration have any meaning? 】

【Tourists, welcome to the Aboriginal Victims Memorial】

"Aboriginal Victims Memorial"?

Chang Xu caught the key words and frowned slightly.

Shouldn't it be "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School"? What the hell is "Memorial"?

Chang Xu looked up and saw a line of English engraved on the plaque of the cement building. After he stared at it for two seconds, it was translated into nine big characters "Aboriginal Victims Memorial" and smashed on the system interface.

The building itself is indeed not in the style of a school. The outer wall of the cement is painted with white paint, solemn and pale like a withered tomb. The light gray glass door is embedded in the wall, and the front of the door is paved with three marble steps, leading to Chang Xu's feet.

The only thing related to the term "red maple leaf" is the large maple forest surrounding the building.

As Chang Xu's sight moved, he felt the vision, hearing, and touch of this scene inch by inch, and the sense of reality was rendered and imposed on him. The barrier of coming to the strange scene quickly faded, as if he did not appear suddenly, but had come all the way with a premeditated plan.

It was late autumn, and large pieces of dead branches were bare, with only a few dead leaves hanging stubbornly on the branches. The blood-red maple leaves covered the cement ground far and near, making a sound of being trampled, like a burning fire.

Chang Xu lowered his eyes and watched the maple leaves on the ground being crushed and kicked aside from time to time. It seemed that many pedestrians were walking on them.

But strangely, he did not see a single figure from beginning to end, as if... he was confined alone in a lonely alien space.

"My friend, are you the Chang Xu?" A gentle voice came from behind, sounding quite young.

Chang Xu turned around and saw a young man in a white coat and flat-framed glasses walking towards him from the maple forest with a warm smile on his face: "My name is Tingfeng Shuomeng, and my full name is 'Tingfeng Guild's Shuomeng'. You can call me Shuomeng. By the way, this is my online name. I'd better not say my real name, as it doesn't sound good."

The name "Tingfeng Shuomeng" is not famous, but it is not unfamiliar. He is quite active in the strategy area of ​​the game forum. At least Chang Xu has heard of him.

As for whether the person in front of him is the real person, there is no way to verify it.

Seeing that the man who called himself "Shuomeng" was about to walk within a five-meter radius, Chang Xu recalled the experience in "Hopeless Sea" and his eyes were a little vague: "I have started a live broadcast. If you come over, I will film you."

Shuomeng was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to react. He smiled indifferently: "Well, I know, I have studied... seen you. This kind of thing is nothing, I also started a live broadcast, just for fun."

Chang Xu nodded, no longer paying attention to Shuomeng, turned around and stepped onto the steps in front of the memorial hall, and was about to go in.

Shuo Meng was startled when he saw this, and quickly grabbed Chang Xu's clothes: "Hey, don't be so impulsive, the door-opening kill and the fake door are common routines in weird games, don't you take precautions? There are only two of us here, if something happens to you, I will be dead soon." Chang Xu tasted the meaning behind the words and raised his eyebrows to look at him: "There are only two of us here?" "Yes." Shuo Meng nodded, "To be honest, I came in with three friends, and now they are all gone. I tried various communication methods, but none of them worked. I can't contact them. I guess you and I were separated into this space for some reason." Seeing Chang Xu staring in deep thought, he continued: "This place gives me a very strange feeling. I can't tell what it is, but it's not good anyway. I suggest you don't act rashly. We can stay a little quiet and review the known information together first..." "Two tourist friends, welcome to the Aboriginal Victims Memorial. I am your tour guide for this tour." A full female voice sounded from afar, interrupting the conversation between the two. The two looked in the direction of the voice at the same time. A middle-aged woman dressed in a black gauze dress and dressed as a nun, holding a small red flag, walked over slowly on a ground of red maple leaves. She also had a loudspeaker on her waist, which was the style of recent years. The woman stood at the door of the memorial and showed a polite smile to Chang Xu, who was closest to her: "'Medina', this is the name shared by our family. They all call me 'Ms. Medina', you can also call me that."

Chang Xu said nothing and took a step forward, showing the same kind smile: "It is really a pleasure to have a beautiful lady like you as a tour guide. Before entering the memorial hall, I wonder if you can introduce it to us. What’s the overview and history of this place?”

"These were originally supposed to be introduced to you while you were visiting after you entered." The woman smiled kindly, "But I can give you a general introduction. I believe you have also done this strategy before coming here. Know something."

Shuo Meng looked solemn and acted as if he was all ears.

The woman explained: "This used to be a boarding school. It was first built in the 19th century. It took in many aboriginal children and taught them advanced knowledge and culture. My grandmother and great-grandmother both taught here. Among them, my great-grandmother was one of the first teachers.”

"They hope to help aboriginal children live better, but unfortunately due to some misunderstandings and various regrettable reasons, most of the children who came to the school got sick and died. The old school site was also destroyed once, until the last century. Just rebuilt it.”

"After entering this century, in order to commemorate those poor children and promote understanding and unity among different races, the Federation converted the school into a memorial hall to preserve some historical materials left at that time for future generations to view."

There is no ripple in the plain narration, but anyone with a discerning eye can hear the blood-drenched horror behind it. The death has already occurred, and after the life is gone, what use is it to the person concerned to have more remembrances?

Of course, neither of them likes to be the Virgin who mourns the Spring and Autumn. It is not enough to sympathize with themselves, and there is absolutely no room to sympathize with the NPCs on the background board of the dungeon.

Chang Xu looked at the woman's light brown complexion, thought of something, and asked, "What race are you?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, but not angry. Two seconds later she said with a hint of bitterness: "I have forgotten the name of our tribe. Many things in this land have no names, right? But I know that I and this place have no names. The indigenous people belong to the same race.”

After she finished speaking, she waved the tour guide flag in her hand and walked into the memorial hall, no longer giving the players time to ask questions: "You two, please follow me closely. The memorial hall is very big and there are many things on display. Please don't get lost. ”

Chang Xu and Shuo Meng looked at each other and without hesitation, followed closely the woman who was leading the way.

The first floor of the memorial hall is a huge flat floor. At a glance, no other tourists can be seen. In the empty venue, dozens of glass cabinets were arranged in a ring, displaying various utensils. Some yellowed papers could be seen in the distance, which were probably what the woman called "historical materials."

There is mist on the glass cabinet from time to time, as if a curious child is lying on it to breathe, and a few greasy fingerprints can be vaguely seen wandering on the glass surface.

This memorial hall seems to be full of people, but they can't be seen or touched.

The woman walked to a wall, raised her hand and pointed. The sound was amplified through the speaker, distorted and dissociated: "Two of you, come and take a look. These are the children who died in the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School. Fortunately, they left behind images. There are many more unfortunate children who have nothing left.”

"A lot of people really died back then..."

Chang Xu looked up.

On the gray-black stone wall, hundreds of photos were densely embedded in the wall. Faces as gray as tombstones faced him coldly, and their soulless eyes stared straight at him.

One photo has very bright colors, showing the face of an adult man, his eyes full of fear.

Chang Xu used that photo as a reference and looked around. He noticed that among the hundreds of photos of children, there were 29 photos of adults, both male and female, of different races and from all over the world.

Chang Xu looked at the photos one after another, and an extremely familiar face suddenly caught his eye.

The delicate face, soft eyebrows and thin lips are clearly Qisi!

He walked over and saw the number in the lower right corner of the photo——

"47".

…

"47. In your opinion, has Ms. Medina ever been injured or sick?"

After seeing the main mission of [Killing Ms. Medina], Jiang Junjue asked Qis next to him casually.

Qisi stared at the remaining soil in the water, pretending to be frightened, and after a while he told lies in a recalling tone: "Maybe she suffered, I remember she fell down the stairs once She was in a bad mood and punished several classmates. "

The players silently wrote down the information:

First, Ms. Medina can be injured and her physical fitness is similar to that of a human being. Killing her is not an impossible task.

Second, after Ms. Medina is injured, she will enter the second stage and punish the students more frequently. Therefore, you must strike carefully and strive to kill in one blow.

The group of people walked out of the bathroom and met the players waiting outside. They saw solemnity on each other's faces.

NPCs in official pool dungeons are usually unkillable by players. The task of killing an NPC is very rare. There is very little experience on the forum and there is no paradigm to learn from.

What's more, the death of the player who was imprisoned in the confinement room is still vivid in his mind. Who knows whether in the process of attacking Ms. Medina, he will be imprisoned by her in the same way and then die miserably.

Players vaguely remember the opening scene of the dungeon. Ms. Medina only said one sentence and controlled the players to walk to the confinement room on their own. Although the two Ms. Medina look different, who knows if the current Ms. Medina will have similar abilities?

Outside the bathroom, Jiang Junjue narrated what happened in the bathroom in a concise and concise manner, making the players who had not taken a shower even more uneasy.

There is indeed a ghost in the bathroom, and someone just died. No matter what you think, you can't react.

But under the rules, they have no room to retreat.

After all, the remaining twenty people were divided into men and women, and took their time to finish the bath.

It seems that all the dangers of the day were spent on the first trip, and the players did not encounter any abnormalities in the next two trips.

Jiang Junjue lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, saying vaguely: "I have a guess about the cause of that man's death. He may not have died in confinement, otherwise he wouldn't have waited until now to die in front of us. He was killed. His should be the dirt on his back, everyone should be careful not to get dirty."

"Not necessarily. He died in front of us, maybe to trigger the main mission." Chen Lidong objected.

He knew that Jiang Junjue's assertion that "you won't die in solitary confinement" was to dispel the players' fear and make them dare to attack Ms. Medina.

As a "philanthropist" who is not affected by school rules, Chen Lidong prefers players to maintain their previous fear. In this way, only he dares to take action, and the performance score of the dungeon will definitely be much higher.

At the moment, Chen Lidong pretended to analyze seriously: "Because someone died in confinement, we were scared and felt that if we didn't take action, we would be dead, so we wanted to kill Ms. Medina. This makes sense. Otherwise, why would we students risk our lives?" Where's the killing?"

Zhou Datong on the side asked blankly: "But, 47 came out of the confinement room, didn't he die?"

"Are you stupid?" Chen Lidong's eyes twitched slightly, "Can NPCs and players be the same?"

Jiang Junjue laughed: "It's all speculation anyway, who knows whether it's right or wrong. I won't say anything anymore. Everyone, please go back to the dormitory and sleep early."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, yawned profusely, and wandered towards the stairs on the side of the bathroom.

The players looked at each other and followed in a mighty manner.

The old iron stairs were very rusty and made a creaking noise when you stepped on them, sounding like they would fall apart at any moment.

As usual, Qisi walked at the end of the team, brushing off the folds of his school uniform.

Catching a glimpse of something, he looked down and saw a red maple leaf-shaped emblem on the chest of the school uniform, with the number "47" written in black pen underneath.

Ziss remembered that when he first saw this school uniform in the solitary room, it had no patterns on it.

When did this outfit change?

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