"Explanation, my explanation is... it!"
Armin's expression was calm, but his eyes suddenly focused and he picked up the strange doll beside him.
Blood was still oozing from the weird doll's abdomen, sliding down along Armin's fingers.
The fat man's eyes were fixed on the strange doll.
The strange doll suddenly began to tremble, with an amplitude never seen before.
A doll...
Everyone's brows were furrowed, and they couldn't relax for a long time.
The situation now is just like a riddle. They are all kept in the dark and have become the ones being kept in the dark.
【The principal asks you to continue explaining.】
When the reminder sounded, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it was correct, it was fine.
"You said the praise is in the first chapter of the Qingteng Code. Then I have a question, who wrote the Qingteng Code?"
Armin asked again.
Everyone listened in silence, but became more and more confused.
Who else could have written this? It must have been written by the management.
【The principal said he wrote it.】
The fat and muscular body froze in place without moving at all, only the prompt tone kept answering.
"So... who made this doll?"
Armin looked calmly at the strange doll that kept shaking in his hand, without any emotion.
Once again, Fatso answered his question.
But this time it was obvious that it took a while for the sound to come out.
[The principal said he did it.]
It was more like a grudging admission.
It can be clearly seen that after hearing this prompt sound, the players' eyebrows almost twisted together.
The surrounding terror and weirdness were temporarily thrown aside.
They felt themselves sinking deeper into the vortex, being firmly controlled. Even if they wanted to raise their heads to take a look at the scenery outside the vortex, it was impossible.
The more you struggle, the deeper you sink.
The more they thought about it, the more confused they became.
Dolls... rules... praise... what the hell is all this?!
"Okay, in that case, what are you making your doll out of?"
Armin stared at the fat mass.
The air fell silent...
The beep did not sound...
The only sound in the entire classroom was the dripping sound of blood flowing from the strange doll.
About two minutes later...
The prompt tone will sound.
【people】
Everyone's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of needle tips, as if they had thought of something, and stared at the booklet on the table.
Ivy Rules, the only reading material in Ivy Middle School.
Weird dolls, weird things in school.
Why is such a book inside the belly of a doll?
You can't say that it was stuffed in by this fat tumor, right?
And since this doll is made of a human, what kind of human is it?
Why are they candidates?
The mission assigned by the Ghost Talk Will is to expose lies.
The answer is obvious.
This test is more like a screening to choose who is more delicious.
Those that taste bad or look bad will be disposed of directly.
The ones that are delicious and of good appearance will be presented to the one with the most power.
And the remaining people are the final delicacies served.
The so-called praise is probably just an excuse.
Whether right or wrong, the end is death.
The dead person was probably skinned and dismembered by this disgusting tumor to be made into such a weird "human skin doll"!
Damn it!
After realizing this, the player's eyes were filled with panic and his breathing was trembling slightly.
If this is the case, even if they complete their mission to expose the lie, there is no way that Gen-woo will walk out of this classroom alive!
In the end, the ones who survived were those who were outside and did not follow!
Uncontrollable regret appeared in the eyes of the players.
Damn it! I should have known not to listen to Armin's nonsense!
However, these people did not know that the so-called players who stayed outside to watch had been cleared out by the mysterious monsters that filled the campus not long ago.
As for why the prompt tone didn't sound...
It's worth thinking about.
[The principal's patience is about to run out. He will only give you one last chance and will not answer any more of your questions.]
The tumor took a slight step forward. It didn't seem to have changed, but it was indeed moving.
This means... I'm afraid that next, this fatty tumor will take action soon.
Armin didn't seem to be panicked at all. He still had a calm face and spoke calmly.
"According to the praise in Chapter 1 of the Qingteng Code, you protect the students and the students obey you."
"But the definition of praise is to praise and sing praises, to praise a person's qualities, to sing praises of a person's merits."
“This is not a compliment, but a naked coercive clause.”
"Students cannot have their own thoughts. Their only goal is to obey you."
"There is no freedom in school. Freedom can only be granted and defined by you."
"You treat students as objects, but you ask them to treat you as gods."
"This school is like a breeding farm. Everyone is your plaything."
"This isn't a ode to you, this is just your self-righteous...rubbish."
As Armin finished his last words, the prompt sound of the ghost story will sounded.
[Expose the lie, mission accomplished]
【Automatically sent after 64 hours】
[Survivors will gain abilities, and the dead will be haunted]
【Hehehe, good luck to everyone! 】
The surviving players were not happy about this at all. Their faces were filled with fear, and they looked at the tumor on the podium with trepidation.
Because…
[The principal is very angry. He wants to kill you all.]
This is the first time that there is such a straightforward reminder.
From this, we can see what kind of danger they will face next.
While the players were feeling miserable, they couldn't help but curse at the damned ghost story game.
They were asked to do this almost clueless mission, but after completing the mission, they were not transferred and were required to live to a certain time limit?!
How the hell is this a game? This is just a one-sided killing!
Have you ever really considered letting players get out alive in this horror game?!
A seed is deeply buried in everyone's heart. While they are filled with despair and fear, they are powerless to change their own destiny.
Because they are weak and because they can be bullied.
Those who decide the rules are always the strong, and the weak can only obey the rules.
Even if this rule... is to let him die!
On the podium, the obese tumor began to change strangely. The layers of tumor-like flesh that had accumulated on its body began to wriggle and gradually fall off.
Soon, the ground was covered with a large area of tumors, like the intestines of an animal, tangled and emitting a disgusting odor.
Looking at the fat and tumorous image again, it suddenly turned into a skeleton with clearly visible bone outlines, wrapped in a thin layer of skin, and dark and empty eyes, without any life at all.
And when the last piece of flesh and tumor fell off, its emaciated body made a crackling sound, like a large piece of bone colliding back and forth.
It moves...
And it moves very fast...