Chapter 26 Debut
Teacher Gao slowed down his pace in confusion.
The door of the library was opened a crack from the inside, revealing an empty room with the bloody English words painted on it: I'm watching you.
The voice was still shouting: "Take me! I can teleport!"
Teleportation is indeed the fastest and safest way to leave the teaching building, but it is difficult to tell whether the person speaking is a human or a ghost.
Teacher Gao asked, "Why are you still here?"
The voice said excitedly: "I escaped in the library. But I can't escape by myself! I don't want to become like them! Take me with you!"
Teacher Gao gritted his teeth, slid open the small window beside the door, reached in and pulled out an iron box: "...Teleport?"
There was a pair of round eyeballs in the iron box, which bounced and shouted loudly: "Yes, yes! I can do it!"
Oh, this... So this is what their librarian teacher looks like?
No wonder they had only seen the eyes behind the small window before, but never saw the real face of the librarian. It turned out that he only had a pair of big eyeballs.
Lu Jiamu guessed that his ability should also be related to "seeing".
It's so pitiful that no wonder they wrote "I'm watching you" in red paint to scare people. It seems that he can't do anything else except "Watching".
How pitiful.
Teacher Gao held the eyeballs in his hands and asked, "What happened? What's the situation at the library now?"
"A high-level ghost approached the campus a few days ago. But it was not discovered until the early hours of this morning when it began to invade the campus. Now the principal is on the verge of death. I don't know if he can turn the tide, but the core seal is still there." Eyeball replied, "The situation in the library is good now."
"How could this happen? Impossible..." Teacher Gao was a little stunned, "We are...a base with the highest security level..."
Eyeball answered decisively: "But that ghost is of a higher level!"
"Okay, we'll take you with us." Teacher Gao nodded. "What else can you see? Do you have any suggestions?"
"I can see a lot. But I can't see the ghost clearly at the moment, I just know it is looking for something." His eyes turned back and forth a few times, "I have seen that there are other living people. We must find them and leave here together before the campus is completely destroyed."
"What about the other bases?"
"It's too far away. I can't see their current status clearly. I can only follow the previous map."
Before Teacher Gao could ask a few more questions, the door to the stairwell was forcefully pushed open.
A bloated figure staggered out from the crack in the door.
Teacher Wen?
No, that's not right.
Although this person's body shape and clothing look very similar to Teacher Wen, his facial features are blurred, he has a malicious smile on his face, and his figure has become very unstable.
When Teacher Gao saw it, he was extremely surprised.
Dead? How come so soon...
"Students, this is not Teacher Wen. Teacher Wen is dead!" He shouted hoarsely and stuffed the iron box back into the window. "Go!"
All of Mr. Gao's blood vessels swelled, and dark blood flowed from his fingertips and eyes, gathering into a shadow. It was obvious that he had activated his ability.
"Teacher Wen" didn't say anything, but his pace had slowed down, and his illusory big mouth, which was originally grinning, now turned downwards, looking very unhappy.
Around it, one ability after another was activated and began to distort reality.
This includes but is not limited to corrosion, imprisonment, space compression, and direct attacks from monsters.
When Lu Jiamu saw this scene, he didn't hesitate and immediately pushed open the library door and ran into the library.
Something similar to a magic circle had been drawn on the wall, and the first child who ran in was teleported into the library before he could even see it clearly.
The rest were also sent away in the second batch.
There were old and tall bookshelves everywhere, and the already dim lights in the library flickered, making it impossible to tell if there was anything in the shadowy corners.
Teacher Gao did not come over, and there was no sign of the weird librarian either. The group of children became even more uneasy and scared.
A few of them had already trembled and crawled into the empty spaces on the bookshelf, trying to act like ostriches.
Lu Jiamu began to sort out the supplies he had just looted, opened a can of water and took a couple of sips, then put his coat back on.
Wang Biao waited for a while, and seeing that Teacher Gao had not arrived yet, he started walking to a deserted place and waved at them.
When Lu Jiamu saw it, he followed.
Wang Biao walked a long way before he stopped and looked around at the faces of several people.
Lu Jiamu was still the same as before, looking calm and composed, but it was obvious that the other three were not in good shape.
Although they had seen dead people before after coming to this world, the unreality they had experienced made them feel as if they were in a game or a dream.
In addition, at the beginning, the prompt only said that this was a "primary teaching scene", which gave them the illusion that no matter what happened, the six outsiders would not die, or that they could reload the block and start over.
But Yu Tong's death and the appearance of his return dealt a fatal blow to their mentality.
If it is the destiny of the children of this world to die here, then Yu Tong's fate should not have been like this at all.
Yu Leng raised one corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly: "Maybe being taken away by a female ghost in the dormitory is the happiest thing."
At least I can go back to the dormitory and sit comfortably on my bed to rap.
Some of the children who died later were assimilated into mud monsters and sealed in the bathhouse, while others were still wandering around outside meaninglessly. It was unclear what would happen to them in the future.
Wang Biao coughed lightly and said, "I mainly want to discuss the current situation and our next plan with you."
"Anyway, I think we must first be clear about one thing, which is that our goals are fundamentally different from theirs. We don't need to live here forever, we just need to survive for seven more days."
“So don’t be too depressed.”
Several people nodded silently.
Wei Xiaoyan waited for a moment and said, "When Yu Tong first entered that place, she was wearing her school uniform. I recognized which school she was from. She also said that she was in the second year of high school. When we go back, as long as we ask someone to help, it will be easy to find her family using her name."
Wang Biao nodded. "That's right. When we go back, if she's still alive and not affected by this world, that would be the best. If she's really missing or dead, we can also explain what happened here to her family."
These words boosted morale, making Yu Leng and Kou Man feel much better and giving them a lot of new motivation.
Yes, they will all go back.
However, Lu Jiamu felt that things were not as simple as he said. He pinched his nose and did not respond.
"The two teachers haven't come back yet, and we don't know if they will come back." Wang Biao continued, "Although it may be hard to accept, whether they can come back or not, we can no longer rely on them."
The entire campus collapsed, and all the original rules and order collapsed with it.
"With the campus gone, there will be no teachers or students anymore. He has no obligation to take care of us. Besides, we don't have any abilities. We are just worthless burdens."
Not throwing them out as scapegoats at critical moments has already been considered the most humane thing to do.
"Besides, this is a library. There is no food reserve. No one knows if they will eat children when they are extremely hungry. So we must be more careful in the future."
Lu Jiamu thought the same thing. He nodded and said calmly, "I know the way."
In the past, when Lu Jiamu ran around the campus every morning, he was observing the surrounding environment. Now he has already established a topographic map of the campus in his mind and has a good grasp of the roads within the campus.
If they needed to leave the team, Lu Jiamu could take them to find the principal's building on their own.
Although these were just three plain words, Wang Biao felt relieved as soon as Lu Jiamu said them.
After spending these days together, Wang Biao found that Lu Jiamu was a very reliable person. He would never say anything without certainty, and once he said something, it meant he was really sure.
Wang Biao said, "Hmm," "You are the one among us who has the best relationship with teachers and classmates, and you are the one who can convince others the most. Maybe sometimes, we need you to help us get more opportunities."
Lu Jiamu responded again, expressing his agreement.
"In short, we just adapt as we see fit."
Wang Biao said some inspiring words, encouraging them not to worry too much and to keep a calm mind.
I have to say that he was worthy of being the captain of the security team. He was very eloquent in calling and mobilizing people. He was a good speaker and could always come up with inspiring words.
After their meeting, they waited for more than half an hour before there was movement at the library gate.
All the children became nervous. On the one hand, they were worried that a ghost from outside was going to break in, and on the other hand, they were afraid that the teacher who came was also a ghost.
Fortunately, when the magic circle on the door was completed, the person teleported over was Teacher Gao, who had normal facial features and was holding a small iron box.
Apparently he had gained the upper hand in the competition with Mr. Wen who had turned into a ghost.
Teacher Gao was not as scary as before. The black in his blood vessels had almost faded away, leaving only a pale white on his face. He looked like a sickly and shriveled old man.
He came in without saying a word, holding the iron box, and found a ladder used to borrow books to sit down and rest.
Lu Jiamu immediately trotted over.
When Teacher Gao saw him coming, he handed him the iron box and said in a hoarse and unpleasant voice, "I need to take a break. We'll talk about other things later."
Lu Jiamu nodded, holding the iron box and obediently walked away from Teacher Gao.
Wang Biao watched Lu Jiamu walk back and asked with some concern: "Teacher Gao doesn't seem to be in good condition. Will he end up becoming... that kind of thing?"
The pair of eyes in the box that Lu Jiamu was holding jumped up immediately: "What are you talking about?"
Ever since he discovered that the librarian teacher was just a pair of eyeballs, Wang Biao had lost his awe of him and was no longer afraid of saying something wrong and angering him.
Wang Biao shook his head: "I just remembered that Teacher Wen turned into a ghost, and I was a little worried."
"Of course not!" Eyeball shouted, "How can this be the same?!"
Wang Biao apologized and did not argue with him. After getting the answer, he looked away.
There was nothing to do here, so Lu Jiamu put the small iron box on the bookshelf next to Wang Biao, greeted him and said that he wanted to read a book.
In other people's minds, Lu Jiamu had already become a top student who read a lot of books every day for entertainment. So when they heard him say that he wanted to read, they nodded without surprise.
But Lu Jiamu didn't go there just to read books.
He moved away from them, found a ladder and sat down. After glancing around the bookshelves, he took out the diary he always carried with him, and prepared to take advantage of this time to secretly start his regular morning and evening activities: appreciating Fang Gu's death diary alone.
The longer he stayed in this world, the more he felt that this diary was precious and needed to be reviewed and compared every day.
Lu Jiamu opened the first page as carefully as if it were a precious work of art, and the first thing that caught his eye was still those warm words: Please give it to Lu Jiamu.
However, in the corner of the page, where the ink had been stained at some unknown time, another line of crooked, small characters appeared, as ugly as the characters a kindergarten child is learning to write: [I am very touched that you still think of me every day at this time.]
There was no such line yesterday.
Something is wrong. Something is odd.
Lu Jiamu did not throw it away immediately, but stared at the line of words, feeling that this diary was even more precious.
The handwriting is so ugly, there is no handwriting at all, and it is impossible to tell who wrote it.
He flipped through a few more pages, and only after making sure that the scribbles and children's doodles were still as messy as before did he turn back to the first page.
Lu Jiamu fumbled in his pocket, took out a pen, and wrote next to the small words: [Who are you?]
A tiny ink dot appeared on the white paper. The ink dot trembled and shivered, and then slowly slid across the paper, as if it wanted to write something.
A snail is faster than it.
Lu Jiamu stared at the ink spot with interest and touched his chin.
Isn’t this... too slow?
Lu Jiamu could almost imagine how difficult it was and how long it took to write that line of small characters.
So pitiful.
The ink dot paused for a moment in Lu Jiamu's real sight, and then continued to outline tremblingly.
It took him a full minute to write out two words: [方谷]
ah……
Lu Jiamu picked up a pen and wrote beside it: [Are you a ghost?]
After a brief thought, he added: [How do you prove that you are Fang Gu?]
A new ink dot appeared on the paper, and in the same trembling way, it wrote two words in one minute: [Close]
As soon as these two words appeared, the ink spot stopped moving.
Lu Jiamu touched his chin again and made a judgment.
Fang Gu was a decent man when he was alive. If it was really him, even if he had become a ghost, it seemed reasonable that he would not want to be seen looking so disheveled and with such ugly handwriting.
Lu Jiamu realized that the diary would not continue writing if he did not close it, so he closed it decisively.
Lu Jiamu read at his usual speed of two words per minute, and waited for a moment before opening the book again. He saw new words appear on the page, but they only answered his second question: [I saw you fake crying at my funeral.]
Quite interesting.
Lu Jiamu raised his eyebrows: But any ghost could see this, so there is no way to prove that it was Fang Gu.
Lu Jiamu wrote again: [What about the previous question?]
He closed the diary, waited for a while, and opened it again, and saw the new words on it: [I can hear what you say, don’t write anymore.]
Lu Jiamu said “hmm” and then wrote: [Tell me something that others don’t know.]
This time he closed the diary, and when he opened it again, the diary was still writing on its own.
When he noticed that the page had been opened, the ink stopped moving.
Lu Jiamu closed the diary again and this time waited longer before opening it.
The diary was written in ugly handwriting about an embarrassing incident that happened when Fang Gu was a child. This incident should be known only to the two of them.
Lu Jiamu nodded in satisfaction, and then continued to write: [Are you a ghost?]
This time, after closing and reopening the diary, the question was still not answered directly. It only wrote: [I have a limited number of activations, and you are about to fill me up.]
Lu Jiamu continued to ask: [Are you a ghost?]
This time he opened and closed the diary several times, but he didn't see any new content. He didn't know whether the diary had run out of ink or the ghost was driven away by him.
But this is not important. There are only a few possibilities now: it is Fang Gu who turned into a ghost, it is someone else who turned into a ghost, or it is something else.
No matter what the situation was, Lu Jiamu couldn't just burn it down on the spot.
Outside the library, one could occasionally hear the sound of monsters moving around, or screams that were unclear whether real or fake.
The eyeballs in the iron box occasionally moved, as if looking at something, and after a while they said, "Why did he bring a little friend with him?"
Wang Biao glanced at him, not understanding what he was talking about.
…
Teacher Gao did not do as he said and got up to talk to them after a short rest.
The hour hand on the watch turned twice, and it was already Tuesday. He was still sleeping against the bookshelf and did not mention his plans for the future.
Lu Jiamu learned from the librarian that this was because Teacher Gao had consumed too much energy in the duel with Teacher Wen and was also injured. It would take a long time to recover, and now there was no way for him to leave here.
A day had passed and everyone was getting hungry.
The children who had previously fished out canned food and other foods opened the cans and started eating secretly.
The fragrance floated away, and Teacher Gao woke up. He muttered a few words hoarsely, but did not ask for anything. He hugged his arms and continued to sleep.
Although he did not receive any response from the diary, Lu Jiamu was in a good mood and casually picked up some books from the bookshelf to read.
With no time limit and nothing else to do in the area, he quickly finished browsing through several bookshelves.
There was no order as in the previous campus, and Teacher Gao did not speak out to maintain anything. Now the most dangerous thing in the library was no longer ghosts, but each other.
More than a dozen children huddled in different corners of the library, quietly observing what was happening to others.
Suddenly, there was a slight ripping sound between the bookshelves. Some children were so hungry that they started eating their books.
The librarian saw them tearing up the books and shouted angrily, "Books are the most precious things. How can you eat them?"
But because his image was not very intimidating and looked like two bouncing marbles, no one paid any attention to him.
He could only shout again: "Even if you eat it, look carefully and pick out the less important ones. Don't eat the important documents!"
As they started to make a fuss, Teacher Gao woke up. After opening his eyes, he asked hoarsely, "What day is it?"
The librarian withdrew the thought of scolding the child and turned back and forth in the iron box: "It's already Wednesday. We are lucky to have spent two days here safely."
"Wednesday..." Teacher Gao muttered, "Is there anyone alive out there?"
"Yes, but not much." Eyeball replied, "I can't see the situation on the principal's side, but the seal core is still there."
Teacher Gao hesitated for a moment, then called out seriously, "21422."
Lu Jiamu shouted "Here" and immediately trotted over.
Teacher Gao fumbled for a while, took off a long tool bag from his back, and handed it solemnly to Lu Jiamu.
Teacher Gao started to cough, and blood began to ooze out of the corners of his eyes, making his face dirty. It seemed that his condition did not improve after two days of rest.
"I can't get out anymore... I was almost beaten to death by Teacher Wen. Although I tried my best to escape, I can't recover in a short time. I can only stay here. But if you still want to survive, you must leave quickly and find the migrating group. These two tools can help you."
"The sword is a direct attack tool, and the cross is a supplement. You should have seen how to use it." Teacher Gao whispered, "I am your teacher, and I have something to tell you now."
Lu Jiamu stared at the other person quietly.
"This will not appear anywhere in the form of text, but it is tacitly accepted by everyone. I shouldn't have told you in the first place." Teacher Gao began to feel sleepy again, and he kept on talking. "Humans can't deal with ghosts, only ghosts can deal with ghosts. So we who have superpowers are essentially just infected by the power of ghosts, and then use it in reverse. If you have superpowers in the future, no matter what they are, you must be careful when using them."
"We have held on to this world for five hundred years, but have achieved nothing. The environment outside is still becoming more and more severe, and we are not aware of most of it."
"Now the campus is gone... maybe the world has completely collapsed. But you have no choice but to try your best to survive."
"I won't rush you. You can leave whenever you want. You should already know the risks involved. If you want to stay here and wait to starve to death, that's fine too."
Teacher Gao started to say some random words again, like never believe what ghosts say, don't talk to unknown things in the dark easily, don't trust your teammates too much, in a crisis everyone is not a classmate but a competitor, etc.
Lu Jiamu listened quietly, then he carried his tool bag and walked away from Teacher Gao. He actually didn't want to leave the library.
Their main purpose was not to leave the campus and find another base that was more suitable for living, but to survive for a specified number of days.
The library is relatively safe at the moment, and it might be better to stay here than to leave.
The librarian stared at their direction without moving. Seeing Lu Jiamu coming back, he immediately jumped up excitedly: "Are you leaving? Are you leaving? Take me with you! Take me with you! I can see a lot of things!"
The other children also poked their heads out from their corners and observed what was going on in their side.
Lu Jiamu shook his head: "It's too dangerous outside now."
After he finished speaking, he sat on the ladder and opened the diary to read it again.
I don't know if the diary has ink on it again, or if the ghost is no longer angry with him, but new small words appeared on the blank space of the first page: [I have seen the danger.]
Lu Jiamu took out a pen from his pocket and wrote on it: [What?]
After writing, he closed the diary and waited for a while before opening it.
[You guys need to get going soon, because @#$%]
The characters at the end became scribbles and spider crawling, which were completely incomprehensible.
When Lu Jiamu opened it, Modian was still painting with seemingly great passion.
Lu Jiamu reminded it: "You are drawing talismans again."
The ink dot that was drawing randomly stopped and did not move for a while.
Lu Jiamu guessed that the diary was banned because of the random writing, so he closed it and stopped reading it.
Time passed quickly and it was Friday. Teacher Gao still showed no signs of improvement. Instead, he spent more and more time sleeping.
The children in the library were all out of books, and torn pages of books were scattered on the floor. The children hid between their own bookshelves, their eyes as ferocious as wolf cubs ready to take action.
Wang Biao didn't dare to rest in such a place anymore. After communicating with the remaining four people, he arranged a shift schedule to ensure that no matter what time, two of the five of them would stay awake.
But even so, it is better to stay in the library than to go outside, because there may not be anything to eat outside.
However, in the evening of that day, Lu Jiamu, who was reading a book casually, felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, as if something was calling him.
Lu Jiamu raised his head and adjusted his glasses, and found that the other four people had also stopped what they were doing, as if they had noticed something.
They turned their heads and looked in a certain direction at the same time.
Then I found that a strange door seemed to be opened a crack, and light from the Ming and Qing dynasties shone through the crack.
This is not a door in the conventional sense, because it is not located anywhere in the library, but somewhere further away.
The image of this door and the light within it seemed to be able to ignore any rules. Even though there was a thick wall between them, they were still seen by the five people.
They stopped at the same time and looked in the same direction, which scared the librarian.
The pair of eyes immediately bounced and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Obviously he couldn't see the light.
Wang Biao turned around and looked at the others: "What is that?"
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