Four Corners Game (III)
He Guang pinched his neck and felt that he did not sleep well.
She looked around the empty classroom and muttered, "Everyone left and no one woke me up. How disloyal."
"Perhaps it's not that I don't want to call you." The system said, "I believe your classmates are still a group of enthusiastic little cuties. There is an abnormal energy fluctuation in the school, which shielded the existence of you and the other three students. Now except you, they are all in the library, no..."
It suddenly paused, "Oh my god, the male protagonist is on his way to the library."
"Is this the beginning of the plot?" He Guang leaned his head on one hand and thought for a while, "Should I go to the library? But I haven't had dinner yet! I should have put two loaves of bread in my bag. Oh, this is a lesson learned."
[Pfft, is it because I opened it the wrong way?]
[The main point is wrong, host]
[It's already this late. Am I being blocked by my abnormal ability and being targeted by a ghost? ]
[The host is mysteriously confident]
[What's all the fuss about? Maybe it's because the anchor is brave that he was chosen by the system to do the supernatural live broadcast]
[What I said before makes sense]
The system seemed to have been paused suddenly. After a long while, it said tremblingly, "Oh, my host, although I am proud of your calmness, I think we should rush to the library now."
He Guang looked at the scrolling subtitles with a sense of novelty. She looked at one subtitle and then another, feeling that her eyes were not enough.
The system noticed that she kept glancing at the barrage, and quickly explained, "Host, this is the barrage, you have seen it before. There are fewer barrages now, so I will open it to give you courage, although you may not need it."
"Yes, yes." He Guang said quickly.
It's so fun, how could you not need it?
She felt very happy, like a child who got a new toy.
"I will turn on the shielding mode for you, so that when you chat with me and the audience, it will appear to be just a daze to outsiders." said the system.
"That's great." He Guang nodded, and she put her books in order. "I won't do my homework tonight. I'll make it up tomorrow morning."
She stood up and pulled out the chair. The sound of the chair being dragged made people feel creepy in the silent classroom.
He Guang stuffed his bag into the table and suddenly looked up at the door. At the same time, the system warned, "Someone is coming."
[I feel like the host may not have woken up yet. After all, for their backward space, the system is as mysterious and distant as a legend.]
[What does the previous sentence mean is that the host thought he was dreaming? 】
[About the same]
[My friend in front of me, you underestimate the host for no reason]
[That’s right, maybe they have good psychological quality]
[It's better to say that I have a thick nerve]
【Someone is coming】
[This sentence sounds a bit scary]
[The front is a frightened bird, the anchor is calmer than you]
There were footsteps outside the classroom, followed by the sound of something being dragged.
He Guang looked out the classroom window into the corridor and could only see a shadow moving left and right but it showed no intention of entering the classroom.
[Bullet Barrage Protection]
[High-energy warning ahead]
[So scared]
[God]
I will protect you
The barrage of comments suddenly became denser.
He Guang strode towards the door and opened it.
A figure was bending over in the corridor. He froze when he heard the noise behind him. Then he slowly turned around and asked, "Who?"
The voice was trembling so badly that it seemed like it was about to cry.
"Classmate, don't be afraid." When He Guang opened the door, the fierce aura that seemed to be holding a knife in his hand disappeared immediately. She raised her hand weakly, "It's a living person."
The other party was speechless, looking at her in shock, "..."
【……】
[My typing speed is not as fast as the host’s opening the door]
[They are friendly forces, don't shoot]
【puff】
[My current mood must be similar to that of the students who were frightened by the anchor]
[Can the same effect be used in this way? 】
"You are..." A boy holding a mop looked at He Guang like a frightened animal.
He Guang looked at him and smiled sheepishly, "I'm a student in Class 2. I just overslept in the classroom."
"I'm from Class 4." The boy from Class 4 answered uncomfortably, holding the mop handle with his hands and feet unsure of where to put them. He looked like an introvert. "Today...it's my turn to be on duty."
When he said this, there was a hint of grievance and anger in his expression.
School violence actually exists in every school. Extorting pocket money and being forced to do duty for others are all very common forms of oppression.
He Guang nodded, and then he heard the other party say, "I'm almost done, let's go together?"
He dragged a streak of water on the dark floor with stiff movements, "I mean it's too dark. It's not safe for a girl like you, especially..."
He spoke subconsciously, but his face turned pale.
Especially since people have been dying in school recently.
He Guang helped him complete his words in his mind, then looked around, "Thank you, just one mop? Do you have a spare one? I'll help you."
"No, no." The boy waved his hands quickly.
[If you ignore the background, this is simply the beginning of a campus romance drama]
[Oh my God! You can chat or mop the floor, but please turn on the lights first. I'm scared for you.]
[According to the routine in horror movies, the circuit must have gone wrong at this time]
He Guang glanced sideways at the barrage and reached out to touch the light switch on the wall.
Click, click. The surroundings were still dark. The corridor seemed to be infinitely extended by the darkness, with no end in sight.
"You guys guessed it right. How amazing."
He Guang whispered.
【The Crow's Mouth Upstairs】
[Anchor, please don't speak in a whisper, it's scary]
[After watching for a while, I found that the host’s focus of exclamation has always been different]
[I’m so scared! If I were the host, I would have cried.]
[Although the protagonists in horror movies are often criticized for their low IQ, they are really courageous]
"There's a power outage today." The boy sighed and put the mop into the bucket beside him. "Let's go! It will be fine once we get outside."
"Okay!" He Guang responded. She felt like something was missing, but she couldn't remember it for a moment.
The two people put away the mop and bucket, and walked towards the stairs, one in front and one behind, with a distance of two steps between them.
[Comrades, that’s not right!
The system just said that everyone except the anchor is in the library. Could it be that the system is wrong? 】
[The system only said that people were in the library, but it didn't say that ghosts were also in the library. ]
[Shh, I feel cold all over when I watch a live broadcast across time and space]
[Don’t be scary in front of me]
[Fuck, don’t mislead the anchor]
[Yes, and the system hasn’t spoken since just now. Could it be that the system has collapsed first?]
[Don't talk nonsense, the system is down, how can we watch the live broadcast?]
Oh, yes, System has not spoken for a while.
He Guang suddenly realized and made a decision by clapping her hands.
She took out her cell phone and turned on the music player. The boy next to her noticed her action and looked at her sideways with a little surprise.
"I feel like the atmosphere is a bit scary." He Guang held up his phone, "Play some music to ease the atmosphere."
As soon as he finished speaking, a very magical and brainwashing song sounded in the empty corridor.
(Wenzhou, Zhejiang, Wenzhou, Zhejiang, the largest leather factory, Jiangnan Leather Factory has closed down!
The bastard boss, Huang He, spent his time drinking, gambling and whoring, owing 350 million yuan, and ran away with his sister-in-law!
(We had no choice but to use the wallets to pay our wages. The original value of the wallets were over 100, 200, or 300 yuan, but we sold them all for 20 yuan. All for 20 yuan!
Huang He, you bastard, you are not a human being. We have worked hard for you for half a year, but you don’t pay us. Give me back my hard-earned money, give me back my hard-earned money!
"How about it? Do you feel better now?" He Guang clicked on the song on repeat and said to the boy next to her, but her eyes glanced at the barrage.
The boy laughed dryly, as if trying to find some words to praise and praise, but it was obvious that his vocabulary was not sufficient.
[What a magical song]
[Anchor, are you afraid that we are afraid? Thank you (powerless)]
[Anchor, as long as you are happy]
[I suddenly feel so relieved. Am I crazy?]
[The system is really a magical Bole]
"You're welcome. It's my pleasure. Do you know any way to tell if the person next to you is a ghost?" asked Kazumitsu.
The comments gave various explanations, such as looking at shadows, looking in the mirror, and asking questions that only both parties knew.
He Guang thought about it and turned on the camera on his mobile phone, then took a step back and aimed it at the boys in Class 4.
With a click, the picture froze.
The boy turned his head slowly, his face looking a little too pale in the dim light.
"Classmate, do you know there is a very widespread rumor on the Internet?" The boy said slowly, "Cameras cannot capture images of dead souls. Are you confirming this rumor?"
"It's not just the camera. It's said that mirrors can't reflect the image of the dead. But some people say that mirrors can reflect the dead souls' appearance." He Guang answered honestly, then looked down at his phone, "It seems that the former is true."
The boy's neck made a sound of bones breaking and twisted at an angle that a normal person couldn't do. The smile on his face turned sinister and blood dripped down his body.
He Guang immediately took a step back.
[What the hell, what the hell did I see]
[I said the host just asked why I didn’t respond]
[God damn dead]
[I don’t know whether to admire the host’s bravery or say she is courting death]
[What are you still sighing about? Run away, anchor! ]
【Run】
【System to the rescue】
"You, why are you here?"
He Guang stood still and stared at the boy, and said solemnly, "Are you the ghost of the murdered, or the killer who raised the butcher knife?"
The boy just smiled eerily and didn't intend to answer.
He Guang shook his head helplessly, then kicked the boy, or rather the male ghost, down the stairs.
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