Chapter 044 Divine Accusation
The bell rang for the end of get out of class.
The teacher packed up the books and left the classroom. The classroom suddenly became lively. Several eyes stared at Rong Le curiously. Because Rong Qing was beside him, no one dared to come up and talk to him.
Rong Le was still thinking about his mission. Tonight would definitely be dangerous, but the day of accusation would also be a good opportunity for him to familiarize himself with the rules here.
At the urging of the sisters, Zhan Mingyue couldn't help but walk over and asked curiously, "President, is that your brother sitting next to you?"
Rong Qing smiled gently and said, "Well, my brother has been living with his grandmother in the countryside. Today is his first day at the transfer school."
The students in the classroom looked at Rong Le curiously, especially focusing on his appearance which was very similar to Rong Qing.
Rong Le's expression was unpredictable. She simply tilted her head slightly, her green eyes calm, and greeted Zhan Mingyue, "Hello."
"My name is Zhan Mingyue, and I'm the arts committee member of the class. If you have any questions, you can come to me. This is Chang Shan, the study committee member. If you have any questions, ask him."
Zhan Mingyue suppressed his excitement and pulled Chang Shan over.
After seeing her new classmates up close, she screamed silently in her heart.
Ahhh, the skin is so white, the eye color is so beautiful, and the eyelashes are so long, it completely meets her aesthetic standards!
As expected, he is the president’s younger brother!
Chang Shan was speechless at the woman's behavior of pulling him over. He pushed his glasses and said, "...Hello."
He really had no way to deal with this infatuated woman, but after all, she was a new classmate, so he had to give her some face.
Rong Le couldn't help but smile.
With a campus with bizarre rules, a brother with perfect behavior, and classmates with different thoughts, this module seems to be particularly interesting.
The mission... is it just to survive?
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At four o'clock in the afternoon, the bells from the clock tower suddenly rang throughout the campus.
There was no teacher teaching at the podium anymore, and the students in the classroom were leaving in groups of three or two, not knowing where they were going. Rong Le turned her head to look at the crowd gradually gathering outside the window.
The students stood in front of a tall statue on the road between the school gate and the teaching building. It seemed that the statue was the key to the day of accusation.
Rong Qing said to him, "We should go."
Rong Le stood up and left the classroom with Rong Qing. The students seemed to unconsciously make way for Rong Qing a few meters away, and a small vacuum zone suddenly appeared around the two of them.
Rong Le looked at them and heard Rong Qing's calm voice beside her: "The Day of Accusation is also known as the Day of Judgment. It is the only weapon students have against ghosts."
"As long as you make an accusation under the protection of the statue, you will be protected by the rules. The accusation time is from 4:00 pm to 12:00 pm every Monday. During this period, as long as the accusation is made under the protection of the statue, the accused must accept it."
Rong Le: "What if the person being accused is not a ghost?"
Rong Qing said, "The rules for accusations are very simple. In this school, each of us has our own reputation points. If you stake all your points, you will have the opportunity to make an individual accusation."
"If the opponent is a ghost, all of its points will be yours, and the ghost will be judged. If the opponent is a human, all of your points will be theirs, and your points will be reset to zero, and you will be 'eliminated'."
"Out?"
"Those who are eliminated will not have the protection of points and will become the target of all ghosts. Once they reach this point, they will face the end of being contaminated."
Rong Qing stopped, turned around and smiled at him: "So, you must cherish your points."
Rong Le looked at the badge on her chest thoughtfully.
His badge was marked with 100, which should be his initial score. He still remembered that the average score on the badge of each person in Class A was at least four digits, and Rong Qing's score was as high as five digits.
He asked, "What's the use of points?"
Rong Qing: "Points are the source of everything in your school life. Whether it's buying food and water or fighting the ubiquitous pollution in the air, points are needed. So even if you do nothing, your points will continue to decrease. The fewer points you have, the easier it is to be contaminated by ghosts."
"In addition, points can be obtained from a variety of ways, such as serving in the student union and class, participating in club activities, academic performance, private transactions... or making accusations. All of these can earn points."
Simply put, points are all indicators of students' survival.
This high-pressure environment makes every student curl up involuntarily. There is an invisible silk thread tied around everyone's neck, which will tighten if they relax, urging them to constantly obtain points through various means.
Rong Qing tilted his head slightly and comforted him softly: "Are you scared? Don't worry, you are my brother, I won't let you fall to that point."
"Well, thank you, brother."
Rong Le spoke in a light tone, as if she had no fear at all.
This is the advantage of young boys. No one can refuse such a trusting look, not to mention that you have similar eye color and similar appearance. He seems to be your other half in this world.
They were supposed to be close and entangled forever.
Rong Qing's dark green eyes were as black as ink, like a bottomless pool. He couldn't resist this younger brother who had rashly broken into his world, and even felt an uncontrollable desire to explore and control him.
He wanted to make him his own, to make those beautiful, calm dark green eyes look only at him, to always gaze at him with a look full of trust. He would be his most precious treasure, and he would treasure it well in a luxurious cage.
The young man walking in front seemed to have noticed something: "Brother?"
Rong Qing said in a gentle tone: "Slow down, don't get lost, come to brother."
…
As the student council president, Rong Qing rarely takes action personally. Not only him, but the other students in Class A also maintained a proud attitude and did not participate in the accusation.
For them, the benefits of the accusation far outweigh the risks.
This was the first time that Rong Le had observed up close the tall statue standing in the center of the school.
The statue is grayish-white in color, with its hands slightly raised at both sides. A loose robe covers its body, and a cloak covers half of its face, leaving only a small section of its thin jaw clearly visible.
Behind Him is a huge scale. It is made entirely of dark gold, and the lines on it are extremely gorgeous. The two ends of the scale are horizontal, as if it can measure everything.
Heaviness, oppression, and weirdness were his first feelings when he stood under the statue.
An uncomfortable feeling came from the statue, and Rong Le quickly concluded that this statue was definitely not a good thing.
It would be better to say... this deformed campus already has a lot of problems.
Everyone calmly accepts the fact that there are ghosts around them, and continues to live in this school, using the rules to make accusations. In order to gain more benefits, even if it means taking the risk that the classmates around them are ghosts, they have to continue struggling in this quagmire.
This school is a natural breeding ground for poisonous insects.
Just thinking about what kind of terrible nightmares these sticky malice will give rise to is enough to make one's scalp tingle.
——What is the purpose of those who make these rules?
"Legend has it that Anubis, the god of death, used the scales of judgment to measure the reincarnations of mortals. He placed a feather on one side of the scale and the heart of the deceased on the other. If the heart was lighter than the feather, it meant the deceased had done good deeds in life and would go to heaven after death. If the heart was heavier than the feather, it meant the deceased had done evil deeds in life and would go to hell after death, where the heart would be eaten by the devil."*
“And this statue has the same purpose.”
Rong Qing stood beside him and explained softly, then turned to look at him and asked, "Rongrong, do you want to try it?"
A subtle warm breath sprayed against his ears, carrying a faint sense of aggression. Rong Le moved away calmly: "I don't know who to accuse."
"It's okay. The risk of multiple accusations is very low. All you need to do is use words to lure them in, then vote out the person you choose. If multiple people accuse you, the statue will judge them as well. The worst-case scenario is that they're eliminated and lose all their points. But if you're lucky and guess the ghost correctly, you can earn its points."
Rong Qing stated calmly, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so.
Rong Le understood the meaning of his words.
The comments were all over the place:
"It's a bit like Werewolf in Vision, but this is much more brutal than Werewolf."
"So, people aren't safe either. If they're accused by enough people, they'll lose all their points as well?"
"So the essence of this school's rules is a game between people. So not only do ghosts pollute people, but people also kill each other just to gain points?"
"The student council president's idea is so cruel, attacking indiscriminately. He looks so gentle with his smile, but I didn't expect his methods to be so brutal. But isn't this a form of slow suicide?"
"Will the entire campus be filled with ghosts by the end of the module, with only a few people left? How can we even play the game? It'll just end in total annihilation!"
Rong Le naturally thought of it, her eyes became a little deep, and her tone was soft under disguise: "No, I think I should keep a low profile for now."
He paused and said calmly, "I want to go to the bathroom."
Rong Qing didn't expect that he would refuse so bluntly. He watched the young man nod politely and walk towards the bathroom first. His back was very ruthless, and his expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.
“…”
Rong Qing's handsome face gradually became expressionless.
Behind him was a noisy crowd and a huge statue, and only the figure of the young man in front of him was walking farther and farther away with his back to him. He kept staring at the young man until his figure completely disappeared from his sight.
Rong Le disappeared from Rong Qing's sight only after he entered the teaching building. He could feel the strong oppression from the gaze behind him, as if it could see through him completely.
He murmured, "This isn't good... Today is the first day, and it's hard to survive at this rate."
Whether it is the strange statues or the deformed campus system, everything here becomes closed and morbid.
This time, the scope of his activities is limited to the campus. The scales of judgment in his mission have already revealed some clues, and the secrets hidden in Qiu Hai Private High School obviously need to be explored in depth.
However, after going through a module, Rong Le has gained some experience and is not in a hurry at the moment.
According to the experience of the previous module, this module has not yet triggered the real main task. The conditions required to tamper with this module may be different from the previous module.
At this time, Rong Le had already walked outside the bathroom.
I don’t know when it started, but the corridor has been empty, and the only thing left in the silent corridor is the cold light.
"Clack, clack..."
A strange sound was heard in the bathroom.
Rong Le's hand was already on the door handle. He remained in this position without moving, his eyes still calm.
If he made any noise, he would be attacked. He only had the initial 100 points, which was a piece of fat meat for the ghosts.
The sound of dice rolling was heard in the void, as if KP was rolling the dice secretly.
The next second, all the sounds disappeared.
Rong Le thought for a moment, pressed down his palm, and pushed the door open.
It was dark behind the door. The bathroom was on the shady side. Although it was already past four or five o'clock, it was not yet so dark. There was no light on in the bathroom. Rong Le turned his head and saw the mirror facing him.
The smooth mirror reflected everything that the mirror surface could contain truthfully. The boy was wearing a thin school uniform, with a cold expression on his face. Behind him were mops and other sundries scattered around in a mess. Further inside was pitch black, and it was impossible to see clearly what was going on.
Rong Le walked in. He walked to the sink and turned on the faucet to wash his hands, just like an ordinary student who came in to tidy himself up. Clear water flowed from the faucet, and the sound of running water echoed throughout the bathroom.
The boy seemed not to notice anything. After washing his hands, he turned off the faucet, shook his hands slowly twice, and walked aside to dry them.
The sound of the dryer is so noticeable that it almost covers up the faint discordant sound.
“Woo…”
"Did I hear it wrongly...why did I hear a cry for help?"
"I heard it too. There really was a sound!"
"Oh my god! Isn't this a scene straight out of a horror movie? Rongrong is so calm! Will a ghost appear and attack next?"
The barrage was a little uneasy.
The filter of this bathroom is very gloomy, as if a ghost may appear behind you at any time, but Rong Le is so calm that she doesn't feel the danger approaching.
The phone suddenly buzzed twice.
Rong Le took out her cell phone, lowered her head and clicked on the screen. The overly bright screen reflected the dark figure behind her.
In the mirror, a thin, dark figure was standing quietly behind him.
“Aa ...
“Ahhhhhhhh!!”
"Rongrong, run!!!"
“There’s a ghost behind you!!!!”
The audience who saw this scene began to scream.
Rong Le looked down at her phone indifferently, and saw several messages from Rong Qing.
He clicked a few times casually, then took a step back unconsciously, as if trying to find something to lean on.
The smooth neck was completely exposed to the air, and the distance was so close that it was within reach. The sweet scent was surging under the fragile skin, and the black shadow reached out impatiently.
Rong Le suddenly looked up at the mirror.
In the mirror, he was the only one holding the phone, with no one behind him.
-Rong Qing: "Where are you?"
-Rong Le: "The bathroom is a bit scary here."
-Rong Qing: "What's wrong?"
- Rong Le: "In the bathroom, it seems like someone is crying."
The young man typed calmly with his eyes lowered, as if he had no idea that a pair of eyes were staring at him from behind.
Just as he put down his phone and prepared to leave, the twisted, slender black shadow behind him stretched out its claws like dead branches and attacked him greedily and ferociously.
"Rong Le." A figure appeared at the bathroom door.
Rong Qing's cold eyes swept across the room and his gaze fell on him. When he saw that he was fine, his expression relaxed slightly.
"Really... I told you not to run around."
Rong Le fell into a warm embrace. He quietly raised his head, his deep green eyes looking up at Rong Qing from bottom to top through his long eyelashes: "I won't run around anymore, brother."
The tears of the barrage flowed from his mouth:
"He started it, he started it again. Emotional cheaters will be condemned by everyone."
"I feel that if Rong Qing hadn't appeared in time, the ghost behind me might have died..."
"Is that something you can say? He's such a good actor."
"Well, it's okay. Remember not to stay too far away from me." Rong Qing comforted gently, raised his eyes with cold eyes and looked ahead.
At the place where Rong Le had originally stood, a tall and thin black shadow covered in black was nailed firmly in place, emitting a silent and distorted wail. Its instinct made it want to utter a confusing cry for help, but its throat was blocked tightly.
In a corner where no one noticed, a brightly colored liquid slowly flowed from under the door of the compartment.
Hidden in the darkness is a hellish scene.
Ink-like blood stains were sprayed on the ceiling, the floor, and in front of the broken mirror. There was still liquid in the sink that had not yet dried up.
What I saw before me was not a dimly lit bathroom, but a hell on earth.
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