"Do you want to go in and take a look?"

Chen Ge held the hammer in his hand, feeling as if his heart was being scratched by a cat. He really wanted to break down the door to see what was written on the paper.

"There is a post on the campus forum saying that five students entered Muyang Middle School to take a courage test. They played the Pen Fairy game in the last classroom. Could the paper and pen on the table be left by them?"

Chen Ge thought about it and felt that it was unlikely. According to the description in the post, five students found two more people at the end of the game. They were scared to the point of collapse and left the classroom in a panic. In the process, they would definitely bump into the tables and chairs in the classroom. But at this time, the tables and chairs in the classroom were neatly arranged, and it didn't look like anyone had entered or left.

"Of course, it is not ruled out that the desks and chairs were rearranged after they left, or that all five of them were replaced, and the five ghosts walked out of the classroom."

Thinking of this, Chen Ge put down his hammer. He felt it would be safer to leave this classroom until the end.

After leaving the teaching building, Chen Ge arrived at the entrance of the dormitory building.

It was a run-down two-story building with only a few rooms. He wandered around for a long time before he found a paint-chipped iron plate in the corridor. There was blurry writing on it, which meant that girls lived on the second floor and boys were not allowed to enter.

“This school is really shabby.”

Taking off the hood of his raincoat, Chen Ge wiped the water that had seeped onto his collar. Just as he was about to go inside, his cell phone vibrated and someone called.

He glanced at the caller ID and answered the call: "Heshan?"

"Boss, I gave your phone number to my senior, and she said she'll contact you when her dad gets home."

"Okay, anything else?"

"It's not a big deal. Qin Guang's show has already started. Are you sure you don't want to go and watch it? The actor he hired is pretending to be the murderer next door. The whole opening is imitating you. Even the reasoning is the same as yours. I'm too lazy to complain."

"Let him broadcast it. I will also start broadcasting in a while. Remember to come and support him."

"Oh shit! You're going to start broadcasting!" Heshan raised his voice, seeming very excited.

Chen Ge also felt that it was a blessing to have such high expectations from the audience: "It's been a long time since we aired the show, so I plan to give it a thrilling spin this time."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone. After a few seconds, footsteps were heard. Heshan seemed to be running around the dormitory in slippers, slapping the bed boards one by one: "Everyone get up and watch the live broadcast! Today is another life-and-death game!"

Heshan was very enthusiastic, but Chen Ge on the other end of the phone always felt something strange when listening to his words.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ge opened the short video software. Qin Guang’s haunted house live broadcast was heavily promoted on the homepage. He went in and watched for a while. The other party was a team operating it, with special people filming. Qin Guang was only responsible for reasoning and finding clues.

Not to mention anything else, just the quality of the live broadcast alone was enough to crush Chen Ge. They had indeed made thorough preparations.

"680,000 hits. If this is used to promote my horror house, won't the park gates be flooded with tourists the next day?"

Live streaming and short videos are Chen Ge’s only means of promotion now. Qin Guang’s live streaming with the main picture also shows Chen Ge a way forward. As long as he can make it big, maybe one day the platform will use all its resources and channels to promote him.

"Don't be in a hurry. Take your time. Set a small goal for yourself first and survive tonight."

Chen Ge exited Qin Guang's live broadcast room and started his own live broadcast. He was in the wilderness, the signal was extremely poor, the live broadcast picture was blurry, and sometimes the barrage would get stuck and there would be no response for a long time.

"Although the quality of my live broadcast is poor, my live broadcast has content. Compared with Qin Guang, we both have our own merits..."

Chen Ge couldn't see the comments and had no way to communicate with the viewers. He held up his phone and briefly introduced Muyang Middle School, then stopped paying attention to the live broadcast.

After wandering around the first floor of the dormitory building for a long time without any results, Chen Ge went to the second floor with a tool hammer.

"The girls' dormitory doesn't look any different from the boys' dormitory, right?"

The room was piled with textbooks and garbage. When the school was closed, many things in the dormitory building were not cleaned up.

Chen Ge used a flashlight and checked patiently. When he passed the fourth dormitory on the second floor, he suddenly found that there were four chairs placed side by side in the middle of the dormitory, with a few pieces of white paper and a ballpoint pen on the chairs.

"The paper and pen are both very new. They don't match the other things in the dormitory. They must have been put in later."

This was the second time Chen Ge saw brand new paper and pen. He always felt that there was something wrong with these two things.

The rusty lock was just for decoration. Chen Ge hit it a few times and the dormitory door opened.

A musty smell hit him in the face. He covered his mouth and nose, walked to the chair, and looked at the flat white paper.

There were four blank papers in total. On the first blank paper was written: "When will I die?"

The second blank piece of paper read: "How will I die?"

The third blank piece of paper read: "Who will die next?"

The fourth piece of white paper is blank, with nothing on it.

"Is this a pen fairy game?"

Chen Ge searched the house to see if he could find any remaining information, but unfortunately the time interval was too long and many things were incomplete.

The search yielded no results, so Chen Ge turned his attention to the white paper in the middle of the room: "The Pen Fairy is probably scaring itself, so it shouldn't go wrong if I try it."

Because of breathing, heartbeat, blood flow and other reasons, the human body is shaking gently at any time and anywhere. People who have not undergone professional training will definitely move unconsciously when their arms are suspended in the air for a long time in the same posture. This is an instinctive reaction of the body and has nothing to do with the pen fairy.

Chen Ge fixed the mobile phone that was broadcasting live on the screen to ensure that the camera could capture himself and the four chairs sitting side by side.

"Only after you complete all four branch missions of Muyang Middle School can you be considered to have completed the trial mission 100%. Let's start with this."

He turned around and closed the dormitory door, then stood alone in the room. After hesitating for three or four minutes, he sat on the ground and picked up the ballpoint pen.

Telling himself not to panic, Chen Ge placed the puppet on his chest, then held the pen in his right hand and the tool hammer in his left hand, and began to try the Pen Fairy game.

He recalled the game process of the students in the forum, raised his arm gently, held the pen vertically, touched the tip of the pen lightly to the white paper, closed his eyes, and began to chant: "Pen Fairy Pen Fairy, you are my past life, I am your present life, if you want to come, draw a circle on the paper."

After finishing reading, Chen Ge tried to calm himself down. His hands hovered over the paper, his body motionless.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and in the campus shrouded in darkness, some changes began to appear.

The musty smell in the dormitory weakened, and a cold wind came from nowhere, blowing the white paper on the chair. Not long after, Chen Ge suddenly opened his eyes. He felt someone grabbing his hand.

There was no resistance. Chen Ge stared at his right hand with his eyes, and held the hammer tightly in his left hand, ready to swing it at any time.

(.=)