Chapter 32: Club Recruitment (Part 9)
After Lu Chongnian helped Fu Xiaoju clean up the heads, he threw a long piece of cloth from the classroom to him.
Fu Xiaoju was lying on the table, his back covered in blood, and he looked like he was about to faint. Li Ke was terrified watching him.
Fu Xiaoju's own clothes were no longer wearable, as they had long been cut into pieces. The rag that Lu Chongnian threw over could only be used as a bra at best. Fu Xiaoju cried, "Brother Lu, I won't have to walk out of here wearing this after the dungeon is over, will I?"
"...When the instance is over, we will return to the time before the instance started."
"Oh, I see." Fu Xiaoju felt better. He sniffed, tried to get up, and wrapped his bra around his neck with great pain. Suddenly, he thought of something. "Ah, then can all the dead players be resurrected?! In that case, as long as there are a few players left who can clear the dungeon, everyone can be resurrected? Damn, it doesn't seem so scary when I think about it this way!"
"By the way, Brother Lu, what happened to you? Why did I forget you? If it wasn't so scary just now that my brain was stimulated and some images came to my mind, I might not be able to remember it until now! The same goes for the people in the class. It seems that they all forgot about you, only Mu Yu still remembers you. Why is this so?"
Fu Xiaoju had regained his memory and had many questions to ask, chattering away, but Lu Chongnian did not have the time to answer them one by one.
He sat down at the table and wrote a note.
It’s not that they can’t type the words into the memo on their phone and ask the other party to take a photo, but in the copy they need to maintain the battery of their phone as much as possible. This is the only electronic device they can use to confirm the time.
Therefore, try not to use your mobile phone if possible. If your hands are fast, it doesn’t take much time to write a few notes.
After Lu Zhongnian finished writing the note, he paused and unfolded the note that Mu Yu had stuffed into his hand.
"1. There is one thing you may not know: after the dungeon ends, the dead players will be 'resurrected', but they have lost their memories of the dungeon, and their personalities are different from before, becoming like they have no personality. It feels like only the skin has been resurrected, not the soul, so I don't think this state can be called 'resurrection', it just looks like they are still alive.
2. My memory ends before you left the room on August 21st. What happened afterwards?
Lu Chongnian looked at the second question, frowned and pondered for a moment, then found a piece of paper and quickly wrote two lines, then folded it in half.
Then he cut Mu Yu's note into two halves, put the piece with the second question back into his trouser pocket, and showed the other half to Fu Xiaoju.
Fu Xiaoju was discussing with Li Ke "It's not impossible to die" when Lu Zhongnian stuffed a note in his mouth. He opened it in confusion and read: "......"
Grass.
Lu Zhongnian stood up and said, "I'll go pass the note, and when I come back we'll finish making this plane."
Li Ke: “Okay!”
The door of classroom 204 was opened.
Lu Zhongnian stepped out, his pair of black eyes sweeping outwards.
The corridor was quiet, without a single person in sight. Only a few minutes had passed, but there was only a broken cloth rope left on a railing column ahead, lying alone on the ground.
Jinsheng broke free from his restraints while they were away and disappeared.
A low sob came from the hall downstairs.
Lu Chongnian walked quickly to the railing, lowered his eyes and looked down, and saw Zhao Jiayang opening the door of the activity center and stepping into the fog.
The head growing on the shoulder blade behind Zhao Jiayang murmured "I'm so hungry" while crying and showing confusion.
At the last moment, it met Lu Chongnian's eyes from a distance.
Lu Chongnian did not have time to see clearly what was written in those eyes, perhaps he was still confused. In a flash, Zhao Jiayang was swallowed up by the fog just like those external buildings that disappeared in the fog.
The door closed with a clang.
Lu Chongnian stared at the thick fog, motionless. After a few seconds, he retracted his gaze, took out the pen he carried in his trouser pocket, unfolded two pieces of paper and added a sentence on each.
He placed the two notes on the doors of classrooms 203 and 201 respectively, knocked four times, and returned to 204.
*
The wooden airplane designed by Li Ke has a very simple structure and only requires three pieces of wood in total.
The largest streamlined piece of wood is used as the fuselage, and the other two small pieces of wood are used as wings and tail respectively.
The wings just need to be inserted horizontally into the fuselage, and then the tail can be snapped on, and everything is done.
Li Ke has already cut and polished all three pieces of wood, and they only need two more cuts to complete the wooden plane.
Fu Xiaoju was a little nervous, and Li Ke was also excited but a little worried - they didn't know when the death mechanism would appear, or maybe their classroom would be one of the lucky classrooms without the death mechanism?
Lu Zhongnian said: "Let me do it next."
Li Ke marked the parts that needed to be cut, and the person who took over just had to follow the lines he drew.
First, the part of the fuselage near the head - a thin rectangular hole needs to be cut in this place to insert the wing.
Just as Lu Zhongnian was about to walk over, Li Ke stopped him, hesitated for a moment, and took the tool from him: "Let me do it. This place is easy to cut. If it is really cut, we will have to start all over again."
Li Ke stretched his cervical spine and shoulders, trying to relax himself: "Anyway, you're watching me, right...!"
Lu Zhongnian paused and said to him, "I can't guarantee that you won't be killed immediately if I strike you with the knife at this moment."
Li Ke froze for a moment, then he looked up and smiled, which was uglier than crying: "If your life is really in danger, then I can't let you go at this time, right?"
Lu Chongnian was stunned.
"You are someone who has cleared a dungeon. You are smart and experienced. Your life is definitely more valuable than mine," Li Ke said immediately. "Don't deny it. At this time, we must talk about practical matters."
"No matter whether the people who died after the dungeon ends will be resurrected or not, or whether it can be considered a resurrection, someone has to complete the dungeon before we can discuss this issue... So we must leave behind someone who can solve the problem."
Li Ke said in a hoarse voice: "And as long as there is a glimmer of hope of survival, you will definitely let me live, right?"
Fu Xiaoju remained silent.
Lu Zhongnian and Li Ke looked at each other, and after a moment, he said, "Yes."
"That's good, that's all," Li Ke exhaled, "Then let's not talk about anything else. In fact, don't think that I'm dying for you. We are supposed to solve the problem strategically now."
Strategy is to put everyone in the best position for them at critical moments.
“Let those who are most skilled in the operation do the actual operation.”
Li Ke came to the table and faced the three pieces of wood.
“The one with the clearest mind and quickest thinking is the one who is observing intently at the nearest place.”
Lu Zhongnian stood beside him.
"Leave one person ready to assist at any time."
Fu Xiaoju came to the other side of Li Ke and took a deep breath.
They each took their positions.
Li Ke picked up a knife, his heart beating very fast.
The next cuts need to be very delicate and cannot be done with a saw.
He fixed the body of the wooden plane, aimed the blade at the line he had drawn, held his breath, made up his mind, and cut.
After the first cut, the nerves of the three people were stretched to the extreme.
However, the only sound in the classroom was the sound of blades cutting wood, and nothing else unusual happened.
The three of them exchanged glances quickly and then quickly glanced around.
The classroom was quiet, and when I touched their bodies, I didn't find anything strange.
Li Ke breathed a sigh of relief and began to concentrate.
…
Fine wood chips kept flying out.
Li Ke's cutting was very precise, following the line he drew without deviation.
In a few minutes, his round of cutting will be over.
"You're great, senior. Your technique is so professional." Fu Xiaoju was amazed.
"That's nothing," Li Ke said with a smile, "My dad is really good. He's a professional woodcarver. He doesn't even like the things I make."
"So it's a family inheritance, no wonder."
While the two were chatting, Lu Zhongnian's gaze always lingered between the piece of wood and Li Ke himself.
Li Ke put away the knife.
The long strip of wood he cut along the line had been completely separated from the fuselage. As long as the strip of wood was removed, there would be a complete hole inside that could accommodate the wing.
"He doesn't want me to inherit his skills. He has plenty of his dear disciples—" Li Ke picked up the fuselage, and the thin strip of wood fell off automatically and landed on the table.
The next second, scarlet blood flowed down the wood.
Li Ke and Fu Xiaoju were stunned, and Lu Chongnian suddenly stared at them.
Blood gushed out from the hollow cut surface of the fuselage, just like a hole in a human body. The amount of bleeding was so heavy that it instantly dyed Li Ke's arms and clothes red, and a pool of thick blood flowed under his feet.
At the same time, the fuselage of the wooden plane was shrinking rapidly, and wrinkled textures like human skin appeared.
"Fuck, what's going on?" Fu Xiaoju was stunned.
Li Ke opened his mouth, then suddenly turned pale and fell backwards.
Fu Xiaoju was startled: "Senior?!"
Lu Zhongnian reacted quickly, stepped forward and quickly supported Li Ke, put him on the ground, checked his body, and lifted his shirt——
A long, narrow hole appeared between the xiphoid process under Li Ke's ribs and his belly button without him noticing!
They could clearly see the fat, muscle texture and even internal organs on the cut surface, but there was not a single drop of blood flowing out of it.
Li Ke suddenly twitched, and the blood color was quickly fading from his face!
"Fuck, fuck, how could this happen?!" Fu Xiaoju panicked.
Judging from Li Ke’s reaction earlier, it seemed like he didn’t even realize there was a hole in his stomach!
Lu Zhongnian looked up and said to him, "Bring the wings from the table!"
Fu Xiaoju reacted and immediately jumped to the table to get the wing. Lu Chongnian snatched the fuselage of the wooden plane from Li Ke and forcefully inserted the wing into the hole in the fuselage, locking it in place with a perfect fit!
However, even though the hole was blocked, the bleeding of the wooden plane did not stop!
Thick blood was still overflowing madly, dripping onto Li Ke's body, staining a large area red, as if it had flowed out from his own body!
"The bleeding won't stop, what should I do, Brother Lu?!"
Lu Zhongnian frowned and thought quickly, then said to Fu Xiaoju in a deep voice, "Bring the wooden board over there!"
Fu Xiaoju followed Lu Zhongnian's line of sight and looked towards the corner of the classroom opposite - there was a pile of complete wooden boards placed against the wall.
Fu Xiaoju didn't know what Lu Chongnian was going to do, so he just crawled over in a panic and brought the things over.
Lu Chongnian picked up the saw, put up a piece of wood and started working quickly.
The fuselage of the wooden plane was constantly bleeding, but the bleeding speed was gradually slowing down, as if indicating that there was not much blood left inside the "fuselage".
It took only about ten seconds for Li Ke to go from twitching violently to becoming unresponsive, and his eyes seemed to begin to unfocus.
"Senior! Senior, hold on!" Fu Xiaoju yelled while helping Lu Zhongnian fix the wooden board, trying to wake Li Ke up.
Lu Chongnian cut the wooden board into a size that fits the hole in Li Ke's upper abdomen, threw away the saw, and asked Fu Xiaoju to help Li Ke up and aim the wooden board at the hole.
Fu Xiaoju kept cursing in a daze: "Fuck, fuck..."
Is this really possible? Won't it kill Li Ke?
However, he always knew that his IQ was far inferior to that of his brother Lu, so he just did what Lu Chongnian said tremblingly.
Lu Zhongnian did not hesitate and forcefully inserted the wooden board into the hole in Li Ke's upper abdomen.
Li Ke let out a scream as a wooden board pierced through his upper abdomen, and his whole body felt like it was nailed down.
Lu Chongnian and Fu Xiaoju gasped and immediately looked down at the fuselage of the plane - the bleeding had stopped!
Fu Xiaoju shuddered: "...Did it successfully block it, or..."
Dried up?
Lu Zhongnian looked up at Li Ke.
He pinched Li Ke's chin with his hand: "Senior, wake up!"
Li Ke opened his mouth slightly and stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.
Fu Xiaoju's eyes turned red.
The next second, Li Ke choked and gasped, saying weakly, "I... Shit... that's scary..."
——
Fu Xiaoju breathed a sigh of relief!
Still alive! Li Ke is still alive!
The blood stopped flowing not because it had dried up, but because they successfully stopped the bleeding!
Lu Zhongnian also relaxed.
As long as you are alive.
Many things in the dungeon cannot be explained scientifically. Judging from the experiences in the previous dungeon, as long as the player can hold on to his last breath in the level, he may be able to hold on until the end of the dungeon.
So it doesn’t matter even if Li Ke doesn’t have much blood left. The key lies in what happens next.
Lu Zhongnian let go of Li Ke and let the latter lean against the wall. Then he stood up, raised his hand, smoothed his hair, and looked at the scene.
"Brother Lu, what on earth is..." Fu Xiaoju swallowed hard.
Blood was all over the floor and the classroom was filled with a strong smell of blood.
After the bleeding stopped, the body of the wooden plane slowly recovered from its shriveled state, just like human skin regaining its elasticity.
Fu Xiaoju touched it carefully - yes, it was the texture of wood, not human skin!
Lu Zhongnian's black eyes were calm, he was thinking.
There is no doubt that the death mechanism is ready after the materials have been shaped - the fuselage has become the shape of the fuselage, and the wings have become the shape of the wings.
After that, it seems that all damage to the material will be transferred to the player.
The blood flowing out of the material belongs to the player, and the material drying up means the player's life is also rapidly draining away.
When the material's blood runs out, that will inevitably be the moment the player dies.
It is useless to simply plug the holes in the materials. Players must also plug the holes in their own bodies in time to save their lives.
Then, in order to complete this wooden plane, their focus seems to be on -
Lu Zhongnian turned around and looked for it, then walked diagonally across the classroom.
"Brother Lu?"
Lu Zhongnian found a tape measure, walked back, half-knelt in front of Li Ke, unrolled the tape measure and measured the size of the hole in his upper abdomen.
Li Ke looked down at the wooden board stuck in his stomach: "...I...feel a little dizzy..."
Fu Xiaoju comforted him: "Senior, stop looking and close your eyes."
"Only after we calculate the ratio well can we prepare the wood from our own bodies in advance for installing the tail wing," Lu Zhongnian reported a number and did some mental calculations, "1:2.5. The size of the bracket required for the tail wing corresponds to about 12cm on the human body."
Fu Xiaoju understood: "Then we just need to prepare a wooden board about 12cm wide!"
As soon as the words fell, there was a thud.
The three of them suddenly became quiet.
...What sound?
They looked around alertly.
Three knocks on the door sounded slowly in their classroom.
Li Ke swallowed and propped himself up with his hands on the wall. Fu Xiaoju looked towards the door blankly, but Lu Chongnian stood up and glanced around them.
"...Where did the knocking sound come from?" Fu Xiaoju lowered his voice, "It doesn't sound like it's coming from the door."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was another knock on the door.
Knock knock knock, this time, there are four tones in a row.
It was as if the person knocking on the door suddenly remembered that this was the number of times they had agreed to knock on the door.
Lu Zhongnian's gaze suddenly fixed on the corner of the ceiling diagonally opposite them.
Li Ke and Fu Xiaoju looked in the same direction as him, with shock on their faces.
The knock on the door... where did it come from?!
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