Chapter 43 Grave Numbers Above All 5 Sixth Middle School
"Then you'll win it back?" Wu Wangwang said casually.
The others fell silent. What was originally a terrifying situation seemed to have been reduced to speechlessness after she described it.
Following Wu Wangwang's advice, Ling Yuanshan punched the nearest mirror. Everyone waited for a while, but nothing changed. The mirror remained a mirror, and the person inside didn't move on their own, just like Ling Yuanshan outside.
Seeing this, Man C became even more frightened: "Could it be that the mirror is wrong? I saw it in that mirror just now."
Hearing him say that, Ling Yuanshan went over to try it, while the others hid behind Wu Wangwang like chicks, waiting for Ling Yuanshan's experimental results.
The mirror remained unchanged. Ling Yuanshan shrugged: "You may have triggered some conditions just now, but I didn't."
Man A poked his head out: "Why don't you just say he's seeing things? Normally, that's what everyone would think, right?"
Wu Wangwang reminded him, "Don't doubt yourself. In the dungeon, once you doubt yourself, you're not far from being killed by the ghost."
Ling Yuanshan walked back and nodded in strong agreement: "Yes, we must stick to our own beliefs and not think like the ghost. Since we've missed our chance, let's not worry about it anymore and keep moving forward until the ghost can't stand it anymore and comes out on its own."
The two of them chatted back and forth, managing to fool the young and naive children, and continued walking towards the woman's cabinet.
However, after encountering the situation with Man C, Woman A inevitably became much more cautious. When she opened the cabinet, she constantly checked the surrounding mirrors and only opened it after confirming that there were no problems.
The girl's closet contained a dance dress, a handheld mirror, cosmetics, and the most headwear and jewelry she had among all the girls' closets she had seen. In particular, she had an entire row of lipsticks, all different brands and colors.
Everyone was a high school student and didn't know much about lipsticks, especially Wu Wangwang, but intuitively they all felt that there were a lot of lipsticks.
Wu Wangwang reached out and took one with a cute appearance. She unscrewed it and saw that it was orange-red. After putting it back, she took another one, which was rose-red. Later, she took out bright red, tomato red and other colors, and even some strange styles such as cyan, blue and black.
"It would be such a waste if so many lipsticks expired before we could use them all," Wu Wangwang said, putting the last lipstick back.
Ling Yuanshan nodded: "Indeed, I recognize these two brands. My mom bought them before, so they should be pretty good. I just saw that the lipstick tip is still there, so it must have only been used a few times."
There were no other strange items in the cabinet. The lipstick was probably the first piece of information that the woman had obtained. As for its use, we'll just have to wait and see how it's used later.
There's also the male character's locker, on the other side of the dressing room. His locker contains a modified suit for dancing, which is very tight-fitting, and also makeup products, although he doesn't have as many lipsticks, but he does have a lot of necklaces. If the female character is a lipstick tycoon, then the male character's locker is a necklace tycoon.
Both sides have something special. The girl wears makeup regularly, so she chose her most commonly used lipstick. The boy doesn't wear makeup often, so he chose a necklace that doesn't stand out.
It seems like everyone is hoarding the same type of item, but what's the point of hoarding like that?
Wu Wangwang and Ling Yuanshan exchanged a glance, both realizing something was amiss. Ling Yuanshan explained the situation, telling the female and male students to be careful with the items and to try to repair them if they were damaged, in case of unforeseen circumstances.
At this point, there was only one girl, E, left. Her class was also separate and belonged to the instrumental music class. She remained silent throughout and did not speak once. Based on observation, everyone knew that she was socially anxious and difficult to communicate with. Even leading the way made her sweat profusely and her whole body was trembling.
Seeing her expression, everyone felt that things were a bit troublesome. After all, in such a terrifying dungeon, if she couldn't speak, how could she exchange information with other players?
Fortunately, she was quite obedient and led everyone to the dressing room on the instrumental floor. She played the flute, and there were two flutes and some sheet music in her locker. That was all she had. She seemed to be a very simple person.
After checking all the students' changing rooms, it was already dinnertime. The school bell rang, and soothing music was played to help the students relax, even though there were only a few dozen of them on campus.
If they missed the designated time, they wouldn't be able to eat, so Wu Wangwang and Ling Yuanshan quickly went to find the cafeteria. When they arrived, several players were already eating, and they seemed quite relaxed.
The cafeteria was bright and there were no strange smells. Everything seemed normal. The students who had felt tense in the other buildings relaxed and quickly went to choose their dinner. Only after eating would they have the energy to face the night, which was the most difficult part of the dungeon.
The food at the Sixth Middle School cafeteria was quite good, and Ling Yuanshan didn't complain. After a busy day, they hadn't had a chance to eat much, so now it was a good opportunity to have a proper meal to maintain their energy. He wondered if there would be such good food tomorrow.
The students didn't dare to go far. After getting their meals, they all sat next to Wu Wangwang and Ling Yuanshan.
Seeing the relaxed players, the students lamented that they wondered when they could play with the same ease as them.
Compared to the other players, Wu Wangwang and Ling Yuanshan were calm. They took the dungeon very seriously, and since both Wu Wangwang and Ling Yuanshan said they had only been brought in once, they believed them.
Wu Wangwang was discussing with Ling Yuanshan where to go that evening. She said, "According to the student code of conduct, we have to be back in the classroom for evening self-study at 6:50 pm. If we're not required to do so today, where should we go to investigate?"
Ling Yuanshan has a lot of experience in dungeons and has seen a lot of things, so he knows where important items are usually stored. However, since they violate school rules on campus, they are likely to be caught by security guards.
Let the students wander around freely. If they are scared, they should follow the campus rules and go to the classroom for evening self-study. After that, they should go back to the dormitory to sleep. They are going to do some abnormal things.
Although the students were terrified, they still agreed. Wu Wangwang and Ling Yuanshan had already done more than enough by leading them for an afternoon. In this kind of game, people are inhumane, and they might even kill each other if necessary. They couldn't rely entirely on Wu Wangwang and Ling Yuanshan.
After leaving the cafeteria, Ling Yuanshan suggested going to the administration building first, as that was the teachers' territory, and they might be able to find some clues there.
The Sixth Middle School is very large. If they want to find the various buildings, they have to look at the map on the school road. According to the map, the school is divided into two campuses, namely the new campus and the old campus. The entrance to the old campus is behind the art building.
Wu Wangwang pointed at the map and said, "How strange, young master, if you remove the old campus area, the new campus is shaped like a coffin."
Ling Yuanshan said he saw it: "It's normal. Places where people die always like to have this kind of symbolic thing, otherwise people wouldn't keep dying there."
Having located the administration building, they went directly there from the school road. It was dusk, and the streetlights weren't on yet, but all the doors and windows of the administration building were tightly closed, and even the iron gate at the stairwell was locked.
Judging from the signs, the first floor mainly consists of auxiliary teacher classrooms and various printing rooms. The second floor and above are where teachers are grouped, such as the Chinese language group and the math group, and there is also an archive upstairs.
Ling Yuanshan glanced at it from a distance and said, "This kind of building is easy to climb. Where's your rope? I'll climb up to the second floor first, then lower the rope to get you."
Wu Wangwang then took out the rope and handed it over: "Be careful, the referee said there will be security guards patrolling. Today is supposed to be free time, but you never know where they might pop up from."
For Ling Yuanshan, climbing a normal building was a piece of cake. He simply stepped on the window railing on the first floor and climbed up. After watching him do it, Wu Wangwang felt that she could do it too. So, with a burst of strength, she stepped on the iron railings and climbed up to the second-floor railing along the same path.
At that moment, Ling Yuanshan was holding the rope, preparing to lower it down, when he was immediately dumbfounded.
Wu Wangwang struggled to climb inside: "Don't be surprised, I told you, I'm a country boy, and when it comes to climbing mountains and running, I'm no worse than you."
Previously, Ling Yuanshan had been asked for help, purely because Ling Yuanshan had a height advantage over those tall buildings. The original body was still a bit short, only 1.56 meters tall, a height that was obviously malnourished. Wu Wangwang planned to eat more after this dungeon ended so that this body could grow taller.
As long as a girl eats well, she can still grow before the age of 25, so it's not too abrupt that she modified the original body's stats.
Ling Yuanshan returned the rope to Wu Wangwang and said, "Then I'll be relieved if you go to class alone tomorrow. At least in this instance, no one should be able to outrun you, and you can also run to find me quickly."
The two didn't talk much. Ling Yuanshan showed her around the classrooms on the second floor and said, "We mainly need to find the offices of the psychology teachers to see their records. Also, we need to go to the archives to find the student files for the last three years, as well as their psychological treatment records."
"Why are we looking for these?" Wu Wangwang asked, puzzled.
“First, we’re looking for students from within the last three years because, regardless of the school, students typically graduate every three years, so the ghost stories rarely go beyond that timeframe. Second, most student deaths are caused by psychological issues,” Ling Yuanshan said as he searched.
Wu Wangwang thought of the agreed copy and said, "It could also be because of love, oh, and friendship, and family."
Ling Yuanshan turned around helplessly: "Those are actually the minority. In ordinary schools, students are under a lot of pressure. You came directly to the city's high school, so you don't know. In many schools, students are not human. They are studying almost like slaves. In ancient times, slaves would jump into wells when they couldn't bear it anymore. They can only jump off buildings when they can't bear it anymore. When this happens, it's a psychological problem."
By comparing it to slaves, Wu Wangwang felt very sorry for them, because in the most distant era of slavery, slaves could be placed on the table to be eaten, and human heads were placed on her offering table as a form of sacrifice.
Students shouldn't be on the altar, but if they are treated like slaves, then it's really terrible.
The psychology teachers were divided into male and female groups, both on the third floor. Ling Yuanshan was about to go to the male group to take a look when he said, "Go to the female group instead. It's okay if you don't understand it. Just try to memorize the cases that you think are more serious."
Wu Wangwang clutched her head: "I don't know what constitutes a serious situation."
"So, after you read this, do you think a girl, once she enters the dungeon, would want to stay and not leave? If she doesn't want to leave, that's a serious case. If she's still thinking about going back to class, she barely has a chance of being treated." Ling Yuanshan thought of Wu Wangwang, who was already struggling to make ends meet, so she chose a standard that Wu Wangwang could definitely understand.
"Oh, I understand, don't worry." Wu Wangwang turned and went to the office of the female psychology teachers. She pried open the door and went in. At first glance, she saw several blood-stained letters on one of the desks.
The patch of red, still carrying the smell of blood, was quite conspicuous in the large office. Wu Wangwang, not paying attention to anything else, assumed it was some important information and went over to take a look. Only when she got closer did she realize that it was a suicide note.
There are thirteen suicide notes in total, signed by different people, and dated from seven years ago to last December. Based on each academic year, there are two notes per year, and this year should not be the time yet.
Wu Wangwang arranged the suicide notes in chronological order and discovered that the thirteen dead people seemed to be playing a very special kind of rule-based ghost story. Those who did not follow the rules died, and before they died, they had to say that it was their own decision and had nothing to do with their parents, school, teachers, or classmates. They said it was all because they were not good enough.
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Author's Note: [End of Chapter]
Wu Wangwang: I know this! I just learned it! It's PUA!
Ling Yuanshan: Baby, remember this: from now on, if anyone says anything bad about you, go up to them and scissors them! [Sunglasses]
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