Chapter 183: Do you know how to read? If she hasn't cleared the level by midnight, she will die...
In an unfamiliar dungeon, asking for directions is still a bit difficult.
After harassing countless passers-by, Cecia finally arrived at the gate of XX University, but was stopped and not allowed to enter because she was an "outsider".
...This must be a conspiracy of the evil copy!
"Hey, Senior Cecia? Why are you standing at the door?"
The girl I met yesterday appeared like a savior. After much persuasion and only after she put down her student ID and counselor's phone number, she reluctantly agreed to let her in.
"It just so happened that I forgot to take a group photo yesterday, and I felt a little regretful. Today I met my senior again!"
Meeting those sparkling eyes, Cecilia felt a rare sense of guilt.
It wasn't that she forgot yesterday, she was just busy using the [Word Speaker] to ask for information and didn't give the other party any time to speak freely.
Considerately taking another photo with the girl, she again covered her face to avoid being seen by others and walked around to the abandoned factory building.
She deliberately chose the time when the security guard was patrolling somewhere else, took out the key and opened the long-sealed iron gate.
The dust blowing in her face made her cough uncontrollably. While coughing, she turned around and closed the door, pretending nothing had happened.
There was no response when the switch next to the iron gate was pressed. It seemed that the power had been cut off for a long time.
Perhaps to protect privacy, all the windows of the factory were nailed shut with wood, making it impossible to see what was going on inside from the outside.
But on the other hand, even when the sun is shining brightly outside, not a single ray of light can penetrate into the factory.
Fortunately, she was well prepared...
I took out a flashlight from my backpack and was finally able to see the internal structure clearly.
There was a lot of space in the factory, but there was almost nothing placed there. Apart from the lab benches, tables, chairs and iron cabinets, there were only a few old machines left.
The beam of light shone on the ground, and the flying dust in the air was more clearly visible. She could only reduce the amplitude of her movements as much as possible to prevent the dust from being raised again.
It has indeed been a long time since anyone has been here. Judging from the level of dust, it must have been a few years. It is likely that it was completely sealed off after they graduated.
All the useful things should have been taken away upon graduation. Can she really find any clues in this place?
Cecia was skeptical.
But now that we are here——
Braving the thick dust that was enough to choke people, she began to check each item one by one without complaint.
Fortunately, it wasn't Wilbert who came, otherwise, with his level of cleanliness, his brows would have been so furrowed that they could pinch a fly to death before he even entered the door.
After working for a whole hour, she failed to find anything that could be called a "clue".
There were no personal belongings left in the factory, only a thick stack of experimental data project books and the like in the iron cabinet. There were too many professional terms in it and she couldn't understand them at all.
This kind of document looks very important, why is it just left here gathering dust?
Why can't we leave her a few diaries, or something that represents the relationship between the three of us...
She had never been so embarrassed since she came into contact with the copy.
The poor devil bit a flashlight in his mouth and flipped through obscure data in his hands, trying to find some clues.
Ten minutes later.
No, she really couldn't do it anymore.
The documents were piled up like a mountain, filling up the two-meter-high iron cabinet. How long would she be able to read them all by herself?
Since leaving the note, Black Cat has completely lost contact. I can't rely on him anymore, so the only thing I can do is -
Cecia opened the system backpack and used a special item.
[Item Name: Ghost Whistle]
[Since the player has obtained the title of "Ghost Sweeper", he will be awarded an opportunity to use the Ghost Whistle. ]
[Once the ghost whistle is blown, a ghost will be randomly summoned from the "Abandoned Old Building" instance for one hour. If the opponent is fatally injured during this period, it will dissipate early.]
[Note: The ghost whistle only has the ability to summon. The summoned ghosts have a chance to backfire. Please solve it by yourself. ]
After a sharp whistle, the silver whistle disappeared from her hand, and was replaced by a familiar face.
The bright red tongue dragged on the ground, rubbing a tongue of dust. The indescribable taste made it spit twice and wrap its long tongue around the shoulder.
"Where is this?"
The hanged man looked blankly at the dark environment.
After finally getting rid of the cruel ancestor, the abandoned old building has returned to its former peace. It is now lying in the room, reading a novel leisurely.
Who knew that after just reading two chapters, I was pulled into this strange place.
The bed was gone, the novel was gone, but there was still so much dust on the ground that it had a tongue full of it.
"Oh, what a coincidence, it's you."
A cheerful voice sounded behind him.
Human? This voice seems familiar... Never mind, let's scare him first.
The hanged man tried his best to put on the most ferocious expression, turned around suddenly with his tongue sticking out.
Heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the factory, but they were not from "humans", but from the hanged men themselves.
In the complete darkness, the beam of light shone from the chin upwards, making the already unforgettable face even more sinister.
There was a hint of mockery in his scarlet eyes, as if he was going to torture it to death...
Isn't this the ancestor they just sent away? !
Why are you back again?!
The hanged ghost was so frightened that he almost couldn't even be a ghost.
"…Why are you here? Is there anything I can help you with?"
A stiff smile formed on the pale ghost face, and it looked at Cecilia almost in a flattering manner.
Isn’t this pretty good? Wasn’t there a chance of backlash?
If the hanged man knew what she was thinking, he would definitely kneel on the ground, crying and shouting that he was wronged - after the punishment she had given him, who would dare to retaliate?
Putting the axe behind her back, she approached with a smile and pulled the other's tongue.
"Can you read?"
……ah?
When the hanged man suddenly heard the nonsensical question, his brain went blank for a moment.
But the fear engraved deep in the soul overwhelmed the confusion, and it answered tremblingly: "I learned to read and completed nine years of compulsory education. I was admitted to university, but I hanged myself in the dormitory before I graduated..."
Under Cecilia's pressure, it talked about everything in detail, and it wanted to take off its pants to show people to prove that it had no ulterior motives.
Since you've been to college, you should be able to understand those headache-inducing documents, right?
Cecia was very satisfied with the answer, and she handed over the cabinet full of dusty documents to the hanged man with confidence, and did not forget to pat his tongue encouragingly.
ah?
it?
The hanged man looked at the dusty documents, then at Cecia, and began to work hard with silence.
Cecilia "borrowed" its tongue to wipe the chair clean, then sat down leisurely.
Although it couldn't understand the formula data, it didn't dare to say it. It could only bite the bullet and figure it out bit by bit, looking for useful information according to Cecilia's requirements.
…
It was almost ten o'clock, and the hanged man still hadn't finished reading the documents in the cabinet.
Because of the time wasted asking for directions and being stopped at the school gate, plus the time spent sneaking into and searching the factory, it was left with less than an hour.
The poor hanged man read at full speed under pressure, but he only finished one-third of the books in the cabinet.
"How is it, did you find anything?"
Cecia stood up, walked up to the other person and asked casually.
But in the eyes of the hanged ghost, it was like the evil ghost of the abyss finally showed its fangs, and was about to tear it apart and devour it in the next second——
"Don't be angry..."
It carefully softened its voice and said, "These are basically all materials related to the experiment. The only difference is a photo album, which I put out separately..."
There are five minutes left to go out and eight minutes left to summon. It seems I can only wait until tomorrow.
Cecia sighed as she thought about the mountain of documents she would have to face alone tomorrow.
Suddenly, there was a noisy sound of footsteps outside the factory.
The sound came from far away and it sounded like there were quite a lot of people, as if they had surrounded the entire factory.
"Ms. Cecia, are you in there? We are the police. Please cooperate with the investigation and leave the factory on your own initiative!"
Police? It seems the speaker is not working.
Hearing the shouting outside, she was not panicked at all and reached out her hand to the hanged man.
"Where's the photo album? Give it to me."
The hanged man carefully brushed off the dust on it and then handed it to Cecilia respectfully.
Not getting a response from her, the people outside started counting down, planning to force their way into the factory.
Bang!
At the moment the iron gate was broken open, it was already ten o'clock, and Cecilia was forcibly teleported back home, where she took a comfortable hot bath and washed off the dust.
On the other side, the hanged man was completely dumbfounded when he faced a group of well-equipped policemen armed with guns.
No, it's not that deceptive! !
No one knows how it dodged the bullets for those three minutes, and no one knows what it was thinking or whether it left any last words.
Only when the summoning time is over, it returns to the soft bed.
The hanged man experienced what true redemption was.
…
As the clock struck midnight, Cecia's eyelids became heavy. An irresistible drowsiness came over her, forcing her to fall asleep quickly.
The dark mucus covered his face, dripping down in thin streams, like rotting skin hanging down. His eye sockets were sunken, his lips were half open, and an unknown "whooshing" sound came from deep in his throat...
As soon as she fell into the dream, she came face to face with such a face.
The air wall restricted her even more. She couldn't move her body, let alone turn her head. She could only stare at the dark monster in front of her.
The distance between them was too close, probably less than half an arm's length, and the monster was continuing to slowly approach her.
Whether I can touch her tonight or not, it's a mental torture.
The fishy smell continued to waft from the monster. She tried her best to empty her mind and let her thoughts drift away so that she could distract herself.
One little bear, two little bears...
When she clears the dungeon and resurrects the teddy bear, the little guy will probably be very happy. Black Cat said that she had to prepare some delicious food to bribe the teddy bear to go to the Western Fantasy World.
One Weir, Two Weirs...
This time she was the only one who entered the dungeon. Weir was probably handling official business in the vampire clan. Wearing a clean and tidy dress and sitting in a dark and spacious study was much better than her facing the monster face to face.
It’s really hard to bear that her “toys” are not around...
When it was eight o'clock in the morning, she and the monster were almost touching, with only two fingers' distance between them.
If the other person is still breathing, she can feel his breath.
Judging from this distance, she only has one day left.
If she fell asleep again, she would immediately come into contact with the monster and be corroded into a pool of mud.
If she doesn't clear the level by midnight tonight, she will die.
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