Chapter 4: Don't Think! (2)

Zhang teacher wearing a white shirt suit skirt, long hair up behind the head, lean and rigorous.

Pale face, tight lips, a pair of thick black to strange eyes from the bottom slowly swept out of date, sitting in the last row of Jinnan has been stretched all the muscles, quietly clenched the hands of the machete.

Liu Yi and Jia Qing unconsciously even held their breath.

Wang Yuelan and Xu Jin a pair of sisters also close together, while watching the teacher on the podium, while nervously watching the front row of Xia Jing and grandma.

Song Yang's eyes stayed for a moment on the female teacher and fell to the back of Xia Jing's head.

Intuition is a wonderful thing.

Song Yang inexplicably felt that this young man wearing a human skin mask should not be weak.

That's why he didn't interrupt much just now.

Teacher Zhang put down the handout, "dong" a sound, and then his hands spread out, propped up on the platform, the tone of voice said: "This morning, there is a classmate died."

An opening sentence can be heard in the classroom.

"Huang Mo Huang, I believe you all know each other! Many students have seen what happened this morning!" Ms. Zhang's voice was a little sharp, and she was full of anger and said fiercely, "It has been said many times that you, as students, as long as you concentrate on learning, put all your thoughts into learning!"

"The rest, do not listen, do not see, and do not think!"

The bottom eight pricked their ears at once.

Don't think about it!

Xia Jing is thoughtful.

The subject of the copy appears here.

Teacher Zhang patted the platform and shouted: "If you can't do this, you will end up like Huang Mo!" Do you want to be like him? "

In the corner, Liu Yi clenched his teeth, only to refrain from making a sound at this time.

What do you mean if you don't get to that point, you end up like Huang Mo?

How did Huang Mo die?

Teacher Zhang said this, sure enough, she is a copy of the monster?

Zhang said this, the cold eyes once again swept eight people, Liu Yi Jinnan their heart has been about to jump out of the throat.

And Teacher Zhang suddenly leaned down at a ninety degree Angle, just like a lion smelling the breath of prey, suddenly crawled to the ground, and like a huge worm, lying on the platform

Xu Jin and Wang Yuelan were frightened and let out a low breath.

Sitting in the first row, Xia Jing, who was nervously protected by the grandmother in her arms, looked at each other without waves with the teacher Zhang who was close at hand.

Zhang teacher's face, close to Xia Jing can almost clearly feel in front of this I do not know is npc or monster people cold breath, see each other's mouth a close, that grain of white teeth.

Teacher Zhang stared at Xia Jing and said, "Xia, what were you thinking just now?"

In the middle row, just in case, Song Yang still took out a dagger from the space bag and silently paid attention to the situation in front.

Xia Jing side, grandma a few want to get up, block in front of Xia Jing.

A slender hand gently pushed the old woman back.

Xia Jing's coarse voice sounded in the classroom, not in a hurry: "Report to the teacher, I was just thinking about how Huang classmates died."

The classroom was silent for a few seconds.

Then there were several pumping sounds.

Teacher Zhang's eyes are more profound, the eyeballs are almost out of the eyes, she said in a bleak tone: "Not to say... So you don't think about it?"

The last few words, almost clenched teeth.

Finally, Jinnan looked at the eyes of summer scenery has no difference with looking at a fool looking for death.

Several other people were jumping out of their seats in fear - it was really OK to provoke the monster so frankly?

Monsters are meant to be killed, but it's not so good if you accidentally light up the frenzy, is it? !

Different from their tension, Xia Jing looked at this picture of teacher Zhang for a while, smiled gently, and spoke lightly, even a little soft: "But the teacher, you did not say not to ask ah."

Miss Zhang: "..."

Several others: "..."

The logic of this "but" seems to be a little wrong, but people can't refute it for a while!

Zhang teacher obviously also choked, froze in that second did not say anything.

Xia Jing kindly reminded: "Teacher, the class time has passed five minutes, calm down, quickly get to the topic."

The others: Are you a fucking school leader? You're in the mood to remind the monster to get down to business?

Zhang teacher was Xia Jing choked face are twisted.

Her chest went up and down, obviously very agitated, but then looked at Xia Jing for a while, in Xia Jing's always very calm sight, she... His eyelids fluttered, but Gandhi averted his eyes.

Straightened up and picked up the handout, Teacher Zhang cleared his throat angrily and coldly said, "... Ok, start class, but I must remind you again seriously, whether it is Huang today, or anything else, do not listen, do not look, do not think!"

"Mr. Zhang is not a monster." Middle row, Song Yang said softly.

Jia Qing heard this sentence, froze: "What? How do you say it?"

In the first row, Xia Jing tapped the table with a pen.

Replicas come in all shapes and sizes and come in all kinds of disguises, but most replicas have two very distinct characteristics.

One is change.

Two, they kill people.

The so-called will kill, that is, when the prey is sent to them and given a certain stimulus, the replica monster will inevitably kill.

But Xia Jing did this degree, teacher Zhang still did not have any performance, which is enough to prove that teacher Zhang is not the monster of this copy.

Xia Jing supported his chin with his hand and slowly opened the textbook on the table.

A copy may have only one monster, or it may have a main monster and an infinite number of sub-monsters.

Xia Jing hopes that the more monsters the better, so the harvest is also greater.

But Mr. Zhang is not even a freak.

... What a pity.

With her back to him, npc, a female teacher who was lecturing loudly, inexplicably fought a cold war.

A group of players actually seriously listen to a classical Chinese class, until the next class, the head has been dizzy.

"God, I finally graduated from high school and went to college, and I even had to review the" Teacher's Table "in the horror game," Jia Qing grabbed his head and joked, "Yang Brother, we really have to do homework, and will not do homework in the campus copy be shut in the dark room?" "

Song Yang ignored him and looked around with a frown.

It was also at this time that Jia Qing realized that as soon as the class was over, the whole classroom became noisy, and more than 50 students began to talk chirpily almost at the same time.

Before long, the students in the front row and to the left and right of them all turned to face them, and youthful faces began to tell them curiously and gossipily:

"Oh, did you see Huang Mo this morning?"

'Is he really dead?

"It's terrible. How did he die? Was it painful?"

"What does it look like when people die? Is there rigor mortis, lividity?"...

In the first row, Xia Jing and several classmates behind the grandmother stood up to their ears and discussed in a jabbering voice.

Wang Yuelan and Xu Jin were left and right two female classmates holding the arm gossip.

And Liu Yi, Jin Nan...

The whole classroom was like a pot of boiling soup.

"I didn't expect Huang Mo to die suddenly!"

"How did he die, does anyone know?"

"Is it true that he was crying when he died?"

"Did he die in the middle of the night, or in the morning?"

All of a sudden, a raspy voice came from the radio in the upper left corner of the classroom, and a grubby male voice roared: "Focus on learning, don't listen, don't look, don't think!!"

The classroom was silent for a moment.

Fifty or so students, like robots hit pause, were stuck there.

This strange collective silence let Jinnan a few people out of a layer of goosebumps.

But the next moment, as if no additional instructions had been received, all the students were once again engaged in lively discussion.

In the middle row, the big-eyed girl Xu Jin always felt some panic, she weakly said to a male classmate: "... The teacher doesn't want to think about Huang's things..."

Male students hear this sentence to a meal.

Then, he smiled strangely: "But the teacher did not forbid us to say ah!"

Xu Jin and Wang Yuelan fought a cold war in unison, the two men looked at each other.

By the time the class resumed, several players felt that they were about to be psychologically concussed by fifteen minutes of continuous noise bombardment.

And those 15 minutes were filled with information.

When people receive information, especially information that is relevant to them, they inevitably start to think.

It's almost instinctive.

Jia Qing was silent for a long time, lowering his voice to Song Yang and saying, "Brother Yang... Do you think we should listen to that teacher Zhang?"

Don't listen, don't look, don't think.

This phrase, uttered by a female teacher and the campus radio, is like a copy rule.

When Song Yang heard his question, he answered softly, "What are you not allowed to listen to, what are you not allowed to see, what are you not allowed to think about?" Unless we plug our ears and cover our eyes, we cannot stop receiving information. So, how do we stop our brain activity? The mark of being alive is to think, to want us not to think --"

Song Yang's voice is full of cold feeling: "Unless people are already dead."

Jia Qing shook.

So, "Don't listen, don't look, don't think," is almost impossible to say.

Jia Qing swallowed, unconsciously, back out of a layer of cold sweat.

But Song Yang suddenly smiled lazily and said, "So, in this copy, we should consider what can be seen, what cannot be seen, what can be heard, what cannot be heard - what can be thought, what cannot be thought."

Front row, Xia Jing drooping eyes, writing and drawing on the book.

The thing the copy doesn't want them to think about the least may be the most dangerous thing, and at the same time, may be the key to getting through the copy.

*

At noon, eight players gather in the canteen.

Without breakfast, they were already hungry and had to eat something to replenish their energy.

Jin Nan a side stuffed with rice, while stressing: "Do not believe that npc said nonsense, each copy is the best player to stay, everyone do not finish, this copy is certainly the same!" If we really don't think about anything, then how are we gonna find the monster and leave the copy? "

Wang Yuelan although hate Jin Nan this kind of impolite guy, but at this time also have to admit that his sentence is right.

Liu Yi hesitated: "However, it is impossible for a copy to consider 'don't think' as the key to preventing players from completing the game."

If replicas feel that simply saying "don't think about it" can scare the player to stop thinking, then all replicas can say "don't think about it."

But the reality is, they only encountered that in this copy.

So "thinking" must have some special meaning in this copy.

Jin Nan sneered and said, "You heard what those students discussed after class just now, right?" What I heard is that there are often accidents in this school, more than one student died, the teacher asked all the students not to listen, look and think, must be trying to keep things down, otherwise things become big, the school will be finished."

"Don't listen, don't look, don't think, this is not a copy of the rules at all, but the performance of this school," Jin Nan narrowed his eyes, "this school has a problem, so many dead students, the monster must be among the teachers." Huang Mo must have accidentally learned something secret as soon as he entered the copy, before he was killed by the monster!"

His words fell, and the others thought to themselves.

Small glasses Liu Yi hesitated, plucked up the courage to say: "Although I think 'don't think' this sentence is not so simple... But it's true that we can't get answers without thinking. And I still care about Huang Mo's death... So, can we please exchange information with each other?"

Everyone looked at each other.

'That's right! Jin Nan leaned back in the chair, proudly crossed his legs, "What do you think, Song Yang?"

Xia Jing looked at the handsome man who did not speak all the time, and felt more and more interesting in his heart.

The people who do not do anything, but gather the most fire, are often the most noticed people.

Xia Jing picked the root coriander into the mouth of the product.

It seems that he should be a highly ranked person.

Song Yang glanced at Jin Nan and said lazily, "I have no opinion."

Come to an agreement.

Everyone pushed their finished plates aside.

Wang Yuelan and Xu Jin were the first to share what they had heard: "What we heard was that Huang Mo didn't have a good relationship with the teachers... Especially the head teacher, npc, the female teacher in the first class, called his parents to school several times."

Jia Qing: "What Yang Brother and I heard was that Huang Mo didn't seem to have any special friends and didn't get close to anyone."

Speaking of this, Jia Qing scratched his head: "How to chat and feel that this copy is like a mystery novel."

Xia Jing suddenly turned his head and asked Liu Yi: "Do you and Huang Mo know each other from childhood?"

Liu Yi recovered, nodded his head and whispered, "We were children."

Xia Jing asked him seriously: "What they just said is the experience of Huang Mo in reality?"

Liu Yi froze, hesitantly nodded again: "... Often called parents, and not very good relations with classmates, these two points seem to be similar, the rest is completely different."

Song Yang was thoughtful.

Of course, the world constructed by the replica is a false world, and a world of terror full of malice.

However, the two points that Huang Mo's reality and his identity in the copy have in common are coincidental, or the copy is deliberate?

After asking Liu Yi these two questions, Xia Jing did not say anything, only to think for a moment, and said: "My grandmother and I received the same information as you, in addition, the boy in Huang Mo's dormitory said that Huang Mo's mobile phone rang twice last night."

'Last night? Song Yang keenly caught these four words.

If Huang Mo's "past" in this copy is all information given by the copy, then what happened "last night" is just information?

The timing is too close. It's a little subtle.

"Yes, last night," Xia Jing calmly analyzed, "maybe the game officially began last night, and Huang Mo was the first one among us to wake up." It's also possible that the game officially started this morning, and everything related to 'last night' is still 'Previously on'. As for the phone, I checked it this morning before the teachers barged in and it was turned off. The battery should have run out."

Hearing this, everyone is still confused.

It's a horror game like a mystery game, and it's the first time they've seen it.

Is this really normal? Or are they going in the wrong direction?

Speaking of this, Jin Nan sat right body, grin.

Apparently, he's getting a different message than everyone else.

He pointed to the table like Joe and slowly said, "In addition to the secret news of this campus, the other thing I heard about Huang Mo is -"

"The roommate he was sleeping with woke up in the middle of the night last night, and when he woke up, he found Huang Mo sitting on the bed with his pen straight and silent, turning his head to stare at him."

As soon as these words came out, there was no sound at the table.

Jia Qing, Wang Yuelan, Xu Jin, Liu Yi were stunned.

The old woman neighed.

Song Yang and Xia Jing quietly.

Jin Nan laughed badly: "In the middle of the night, also did not turn on the light, how did he find Huang Mo is staring at him?"

"According to him, Huang Mo's eyes are black and white, and at night, I don't know whether it is the blessing of the light outside the window, his two eyes are like two big light bulbs."

"He was so scared that he pulled up the covers and choked his head, but he felt Huang Mo should have stared at him for a long time."