Chapter 159 Mizuki Private High School (Thirty-one)

[You closed your eyes and paused for a moment, then when you opened them again, you did see a dead body.]

Finally, a line of valid information appeared on the white paper, but as the black words jumped out one by one, Twelve's breathing stopped.

The breath she had just breathed out was stuck in her trachea, unable to go up or down, and she almost suffocated to death.

What a hellish start this is, isn’t it just writing an essay on a given topic?

How do you write a sense of suspense?

At the same time, Dora pushed open the bathroom door and the hot steam from the shower hit her face.

In the heat, she finally saw the body huddled in the corner.

Yes, she only took one look and she knew it was a corpse, a corpse without a face.

She had no facial features, and even with the hot water hitting her body, her chest didn't even rise or fall. Her pale face looked extremely miserable under the light of the bath lamp.

It was clearly a face without any facial features, but Dora inexplicably felt that this person was very familiar.

She covered her left chest, as if she didn't understand why there was a slight tingling pain there, and why it felt empty. Apart from all this, she could feel the sadness slowly flowing through her body.

She stood there, holding the bathroom door with her hand. She hadn't known when she used so much force that the joints had begun to turn white.

Dora had no doubts as to why she appeared so calm when facing a corpse. She just stood there, as if thinking about what to do next.

Or maybe just simply looking at each other.

Beside her, the bathroom light seemed to cast a vague shadow. That shadow should have been watching everything coldly, but she was looking at Dora with an expression that even she couldn't understand.

[Players are requested to guess Dora's next move within 20 seconds and complete the script.]

Twelve didn't have much time to be surprised. She still hadn't figured out why a campus story suddenly turned into a suspense story, and even started with a corpse.

The system had already begun to urge her. A twenty-second countdown appeared on the control panel, stimulating Twelve's visual nerves.

Twelve swallowed, held the pen in his hand, and finally put it down when the twenty-second countdown was about to end.

Call the police.

The two words she wrote were crooked, like a crawling caterpillar.

She hasn't figured out yet who the people are who are working with her to complete the task, but she is writing the script in this way, and it is hard not to consider whether someone is experiencing the story she is writing about.

So to be on the safe side, she wrote down a standard answer, hoping to test the bottom line of the task, or to test the direction of the story.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished writing these two words, a big red cross was drawn behind the font.

The next second, the red cross and the two words she wrote disappeared completely.

[Content error. The content written by the player does not conform to the character logic and triggers a penalty.]

The system's notification sound hadn't even finished ringing when Twelve felt pain all over her body. The bones in her body began to contract at the same time, as if they were being clenched in someone's fist. Her body ached from the inside out, and even her breathing seemed to be squeezed.

Twelve lay on the table uncomfortably, pinching the corner of the table with one hand, with such great force that cracks had appeared on the corner.

The sound was neither loud nor soft, like a stone sinking to the bottom of a lake. The other students in the classroom turned a blind eye to her pain, and no one thought her behavior was strange.

The punishment was only ten seconds long, but it seemed as if the time was infinitely stretched.

Twelve still hadn't recovered until two seconds after the punishment ended.

[Hint: Dora's next move is to target the corpse.]

It's not a wasted punishment, at least there is a hint.

Twelve frowned, trying to go back a second and put the thoughts that popped into his mind back into place.

Doesn't your conscience hurt? What kind of a hint is this?

She cursed in her heart, but her brain was thinking divergently about the hint because she had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, after this reminder, a new round of countdown urging her began.

Since the routine action of calling the police has been judged as a wrong answer, and the system prompts, Dora's next action is to deal with the corpse.

Twelve naturally swallowed the conventional answers such as contacting the teacher and seeking help, and did the opposite.

Hide this body.

[The content is not accurate enough, please describe the location where the corpse is hidden. ]

The punishment was not triggered and Twelve's body shook uncontrollably. He didn't expect that this perverted idea was actually correct.

The system's task description did not provide a clear explanation of Dora's identity, but now that they were still in school, it was obvious that the other party was most likely a student.

There is only so much space in which students can hide things without being easily discovered by others.

Hide the body in the dormitory closet.

[The content is wrong. This behavior does not conform to the character's psychology and triggers punishment. ]

I%￥#&……￥

Twelve cursed in his mind. This was not writing a script at all. This was just guessing.

How could she know what Dora was thinking, and how could she judge what kind of behavior would be in line with the other person's psychology.

Although this punishment was not enough to take her life, it really hurt.

[Hint: The other party hopes to see a corpse every day when he opens his eyes. ]

She couldn't understand what kind of perverted psychological activity this was, but after two punishments, she finally figured out something.

Hide the body under the bed.

Twelve no longer cared about the sloppy handwriting and finished writing before the countdown. She threw the pen away, with a determined feeling that if it was not right again, she would quit.

Fortunately, after the answer was written down this time, Twelve did not hear the system prompt sound again.

And her few flamboyantly written words lay on the white paper, as if they were finally recognized.

Just when she wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, those words suddenly began to flicker non-stop, as if they were having a seizure or something was wrong.

And the other side.

Dora stood in the bathroom for a moment, then reached out and pulled the body out of the hot water.

She didn't know why she acted that way until she realized what was happening.

She had already stripped off the corpse's wet outer clothes, wiped the body carefully with a towel, and finally put the person down on the bed where she had just woken up.

Dora stood by the bed, staring at the other person's face without features and without breath, and didn't understand why her movements were so cautious.

They didn't realize at all that there was anything wrong with such behavior.

Twelve watched helplessly as the few words he had just written flashed a few times quickly and were replaced by a new line of words.

For some reason, you ended up placing the body in your bed.

Every time Twelve felt that his lower limit had been refreshed by this weird task, it would always set a new record for him in the next second.

But Twelve didn’t quite understand what was going on.

If you answer incorrectly, it will trigger a penalty and the system will give you a prompt, but there will be no possibility for you to fill in the answer yourself.

But she waited for a minute and got nothing.

It's like the answer library had an error and then had to be patched.

[Just after you finished all this, the dormitory in front of you has disappeared. ]

【But a voice came to your mind, and you recognized her as your virtual friend X. 】

What the hell?

What are virtual friends?

Before Twelve had the chance to ask the system why the answer just flashed, he was pushed into the next storyline.

Dora was standing beside the bed, looking at the person on the bed, when suddenly the scene around her dissipated like mist.

At the same time, a voice sounded in her heart.

"The simulation training class is about to begin. I will protect you," the person's voice was very pleasant, with a bit of laziness and carelessness. When she said this, she suddenly paused, as if she had discovered something.

"You can trust me. I'm the one who can protect you and accompany you, not your little girlfriend."

When he spoke again, his voice was full of malice. Dora could feel the burning breath on her right ear, but when she turned around she saw nothing.

The surrounding scene has changed. The small and exquisite dormitory has disappeared, replaced by a place that looks like an indoor sports field.

It is called a sports field, but in fact, it contains a lot of equipment that looks like VR games. Many students are sitting in machines that are as tall as a person, wearing sensor equipment, and have entered the so-called simulation training.

Dora's slow thinking quickly confirmed that she did have a virtual friend. Although she couldn't see her, she could feel her presence.

Just as she was organizing her somewhat sluggish thoughts, she suddenly felt the body of the illusory shadow beside her suddenly tense up.

That is the behavior of a predator, which instantly tenses up when encountering a competitor of the same kind.

Then, Dora heard a warm voice.

"Dora, I'm sorry I'm a little late."

If x's voice is always a bit lazy, then the voice of the visitor is like a gentle spring breeze, without any intention or purpose, and just listening to it will make people feel very comfortable.

Dora turned her head uncontrollably. The voice had some kind of magic that drove her movements.

The visitor was wearing a bright blue school uniform. Even though it was still raining outside the stadium, she was full of sunshine, making people unable to take their eyes off her.

"It's not too late, I just arrived too."

Before Dora could search her mind for the identity and name of the person in front of her, she had already rescued the other person.

There were other students on the simulated training ground, and there was faint noise all around them, but because of the two people staring at each other, they were isolated from everything.

This is a very outstanding face.

This was Dora's first thought, and anyone who saw this person for the first time would notice this face.

But Dora inexplicably had the illusion that this face and this gentle smile did not match each other.

【Virtual friend x is someone you can rely on and will often help you. 】

[But it's obvious that you've been busy with your girlfriend Bei Wanchao during this period and haven't summoned X often.]

Oh shit!

Twelve looked at the white paper in surprise, feeling that his president's tower seemed to have been stolen.