Chapter 107 The one who died was Li Ziyue
The ringing of the bell was like some kind of incantation. The previously noisy crowd fell silent in an instant. Li Ziyue suppressed the slight panting caused by his rapid running.
He leaned against the cold tiles, his expression cold.
It was so quiet around that the sound of water dripping from the faucet in front of the bathroom was particularly harsh.
Tick.
Tick.
Time was too tight, he had no time to think, and could only hide in the bathroom at the end of the corridor.
Fortunately, each class in this phase is only ten minutes long, so we can wait until this period is over and then...
I could vaguely hear some noises at the door, the tone was soft and the rhythm was irregular, as if it came from the ground.
Li Ziyue's nerves tensed up instantly.
There are 6 people in each class of the duel, and this teaching building has only 3 floors, so it is very likely that he is not the only one on this floor.
Both he and the students in Class A would face the dilemma of not being able to find an empty seat in the classroom and having to find a place to hide temporarily to avoid being discovered. If he could think of the toilet, the other party could think of it too.
Li Ziyue's breathing became slower and slower, and he could tell that they were two different footsteps.
The faucet was turned on and clear water flowed down.
Someone spoke timidly.
"Classmate...you asked me to come here...what's the matter..."
The other person's face darkened, and before he could speak, the man nervously probed: "Then...then I'll go back to class first..."
The light footsteps moved away.
It didn't sound like a conversation between two real people.
Li Ziyue frowned. Could it be that the person outside was an NPC? Was this a side quest? Then what did this have to do with the performance duel?
"Bang!"
All this happened so suddenly that his thoughts were instantly stuck in the middle of the noise. Li Ziyue was a little dazed and his fingers began to feel cold.
Then the "bang bang" sound of hard objects hitting the wall became more and more obvious and violent. The faucet valve was fully opened, and the sink was quickly filled with cold water, overflowing like a flood, and a strong smell of rust filled the air.
Li Ziyue moved his eyes downwards, and saw the red water quietly flowing in from the ventilation gap under the bathroom cubicle, and was about to nibble at his ankles.
Violence... or murder scene?
The man struggled hard, and his moans for help were like wind blowing through a broken bellows, cracking his hard skull into long and narrow cracks. Tears of fear mixed with unstoppable blood gushed out.
It seemed like only a moment had passed, yet it also seemed like a long time had passed. The light footsteps completely disappeared, and heavy breathing, dragging a lifeless human body, was approaching where Li Ziyue was.
The murderer impatiently twisted the lock of the toilet cubicle and cursed in a hoarse voice: "What bad luck! How come the first one is bad?"
Li Ziyue heard another dull collision on the wall next door, blood spreading from the side, a warm human torso being folded roughly, and then the door was slammed shut from the outside.
Silence returned to the surroundings.
The quietness of death.
The incandescent light above the toilet was still on, and a gray shadow was like a beast waiting for its prey to show its true colors. He held a bloody fruit knife in his hand and watched his shadow gradually compress downwards, finally becoming a long and thin piece lying on the ground.
One of his pupils was fixed sinisterly in the gap below the bathroom cubicle, peeking at the person inside.
"Come out." He hypocritically retracted his fangs and coaxed.
"Come out, I know you're there."
There were no human feet in sight, and he sneered sarcastically: "Do you think I can't find you hiding on the toilet lid?"
He kicked the door open hard, the debris fell to the ground, and the splashing water wet one of his calves.
But there was no one in sight.
The ventilation window in the middle of the bathroom blew in gusts of cold wind. He touched his blood-stained face and stared silently at the balcony outside the bathroom.
There was a half-soaked shoe print on it.
…
Li Ziyue sat in the second to last row of the class by the window with a gloomy look on his face.
Things turned out just as Li Ziyue had expected. The murderer must be one of the 12 real people, and the unlucky victim was a student NPC in this copy. The murderer killed people in order to seize a position in a reasonable way.
He was currently sitting in the victim's seat.
However, this was not his only worry.
When the murderer twisted the door handle of the cubicle, he said the door was broken. In fact, the door was not broken at all. Li Ziyue saw with his own eyes that someone entered the cubicle before him, and there was obviously a fourth person hiding there.
But when Li Ziyue ran out to find a seat, he found only one empty seat.
This means that there was most likely only one NPC in the bathroom at the time, but there were three real players.
He could only enjoy temporary safety sitting in this position, waiting for that person to come...
Who is the person hiding?
Friend or foe?
The murderer has the brute force to kill someone, but he can't kick open the door with a broken "lock"?
What was the murderer trying to do by hiding this?
“Ding-ling-ling——”
As soon as the bell rang, the class seemed to come alive. A group of people who looked exactly the same were laughing and joking, imitating human words and actions diligently and clumsily.
The person sitting by the window in the second-to-last row was patted on the shoulder. The other person's tone was relatively gentle, but there was still a strong, nauseating smell on his body, and the blood on the soles of his feet had not yet solidified.
He forcefully pulled the arm of the person next to him, showing two rows of cold white teeth, and said gloomily: "Classmate, come with me to the bathroom."
The man was mercilessly thrown against the wall by him, and was knocked all over the place. It seemed that the fist was about to drag the man against the wall again, but he suddenly stopped the movement, and the sound was suppressed by the man's ear.
"Who are you? Who are you in Class D?"
The person in front of him was so nervous that tears rolled down his cheeks: "Classmate... I don't know what you are talking about. I'm not from Class D, I..."
"You can't not know," he twisted the man's hair, "you were quite agile when you jumped out of the window, who are you showing off to now?"
"I... I really don't know what you are talking about... Please let me go, class is about to start..."
"Bang!"
The person was hit by him and his eyes closed, his breathing became disordered, and his brows were tightly furrowed.
"Compete with me on points," he whispered.
However, the person in front of me really won't cry until he sees the coffin. Even at this point, he still pretends not to understand.
He snorted coldly: "You know I can use the copy to beat you to death. The excuses are too easy to find, 'I mistook you for an NPC', 'I accidentally let it go', 'I was affected by some substance in the copy and lost my mind'..."
"You won't die even if you lose your points, but if you want to keep pretending..."
There was another violent impact, and blood once again rolled down the side of the man's face.
His eyes grew darker, suppressing a violent and impatient rage like a tornado.
A new layer of blood dyed his hands dark black. He lowered his eyes to look at his warm hands, rubbed them lightly with his fingertips, and slowly dripped the blood in his palms onto the other person's head.
There was already a dead atmosphere over there.
He muttered through his nose: "...I didn't expect that he would die so easily. Are you trying to trick me so that I don't dare to really kill the player?"
The class bell rang again.
Now he has a place to sit.
Looking out from the window, the farther away you go, the thicker the fog becomes. It seems that only the campus area is not covered by fog. However, it is not that there is nothing in the distance. The shadows of tall buildings can be vaguely seen.
He frowned slightly and thought carefully.
There was a person standing at the table in front of him. He shifted his gaze slightly and waited for the other person to speak.
“You are a real person.”
He remained noncommittal.
"Then who are you?" the other party continued to ask.
He looked at her carefully and changed the subject: "Why do you dare to come to me on your own initiative? Aren't you afraid that I am in a different class from you?"
The other party looked at him carefully: "How does your teacher help you make a study plan?"
He frowned. "Huh? It selected test questions for me based on my needs, and then based on my answers and my emotional fluctuations during the test..."
The other party then smiled faintly: "Actually, 'teacher' is not the main reason why I trust you. I just overheard your conversation with that person in the bathroom."
"It's now the time for the Chinese language exam. No one in Class D dares to directly propose a Chinese language duel, because if they were to meet any one of Class A alone, it would be hard to determine who would win."
If Zhang Lian had not been restricted by the system, he might have had to be on guard. Right now, the best student in Chinese in Class D is Zhang Xingzhi, but the students in Class A had already figured out Zhang Xingzhi's background in the last duel.
He smiled for a moment, but his tone was still cold: "You know my class, but I don't know yours."
"I thought the fact that I came to you on my own initiative explained everything."
He was unmoved: "There is a guy named Zhang Xingzhi in Class D who is very well-informed. Maybe he knows all my details."
"He might have pretended to be from Class A and came to me on his own initiative, and then tricked me in the end."
The other party was silent for a while, and finally said: "Then let's fight by points. The duel will determine the true and false."
He shook his head: "We can't rush into a duel. Once the duel begins, no matter which class the two sides are from, only one person can come out on top. Otherwise, both sides will suffer."
He eased the atmosphere: "Forget it, you don't actually have any other doubts, so I'll trust you for now."
"To be on the safe side, let's not address each other by our real names. Let's assign numbers to each of us." He turned the pen in his hand. "There are six people in Class A. We'll assign numbers in reverse order. I'll be called Hat 6 and you'll be called Hat 5. From now on, whenever we find someone from Class A, we'll assign them numbers in this order."
Hat 6 thought for a while and said, "But this numbering rule is too easy to grasp. The D class might be able to use it to defeat us."
He lowered his eyes to look at the function exercises in the exercise book, and the black pen ink stopped at the top, circling a section of the function graph that showed a heart.
【x=16·sin (3rd power) (t)】
【y=13·cos(t)-5·cos(2t)-2·cos(3t)-cos(4t)】
"Let's use this Cartesian cardioid curve as the 'code'. If my number is 6, which means y is 6, then the corresponding t value is about 0.21 or 6.07. For the people in Class A, it shouldn't be too difficult to calculate t based on y, right?" Hat 6 pursed his lips. "If you can't answer the corresponding t value, then you are a fake from Class D."
"It's a very beautiful curve." Hat 5 nodded, but changed the subject, "But all this is not the question I want to ask you the most."
"What?" He raised an eyebrow.
Hat 5 looked at him seriously: "Who was the player you killed in the toilet just now? The system will only announce the final result, and will not tell us who was eliminated in the middle, so the system will only tell you the real identity of that person, right?"
He curled his lips and smiled: "Of course, the system has just sent me a warning."
Then he became nonchalant again, as if that man was just the least worth mentioning among all the people he had ever harmed.
"The one who died was called Li Ziyue."
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