Chapter 11

"Hmm."

Su Mian's expression was calm, and she didn't mean to ask, walking past her.

Yu Maomao looked back, her nails sinking into the quilt, and she quickly moved to the dormitory next door.

【Fortunately, Wang Zhe didn't change over, otherwise you would hear the sheep-counting sounds all night.】

Wen Zirui was sitting on the lower bunk, tidying up his clothes, most of which were skirts. He didn't have the idea of greeting Su Mian when she came.

"What time is it now."

【Eight-thirty, Mian Mian.】

Su Mian nodded, intending to go to the restroom. The progress of the current task was very slow, and she didn't know the time limit of the script, so she wanted to seize all the time.

The corridor was pitch black today, completely different from the first night. Su Mian could only walk slowly with the light of a flashlight.

Without the ghost wall, she soon came to the restroom.

The self in the mirror was expressionless, pale, Su Mian opened the bottle and asked herself, "Can I collect your emotion?"

As the words fell, she nodded lightly again, and in the blink of an eye, a ball of green gas appeared in the jar.

It was "disgust."

【Damn, it can be like this.】

"Mi Guo in the script hates herself, so when she looks at herself, the emotion she carries is disgust."

Su Mian explained, and 4399 seemed to admire her even more.

【Mian Mian, you are so amazing, I want to follow you for a lifetime!】

She didn't speak again, turned and walked toward the corridor. A person just walked out of the men's restroom, and Su Mian's footsteps paused.

Zhou Yichen.

Her gaze fell on his hand. He was holding a similar bottle, containing light yellow liquid, and his index finger was wrapped in gauze, clearly a section shorter.

Su Mian suddenly remembered that her script mentioned the quirk of childhood sweetheart Lin Xiaofan, collecting bodily fluids.

She guessed what liquid was in the bottle immediately, frowned, and moved away two steps.

But Zhou Yichen glanced at her, didn't say a word, and passed by Su Mian with a numb expression.

【So scary, like being possessed】

"If a player dies suddenly, how should the game proceed?"

Su Mian suddenly thought of this question.

【There are two situations. If you die too fast and die in the early and middle stages of the game, the system will automatically match new players for the role. If you die in the later stage, players can directly read his script.】

Su Mian nodded, stopped in the pitch-black corridor, stomped her feet twice, and clapped her hands. 4399 didn't understand what she was doing until a little boy gradually appeared from the darkness.

He looked a bit speechless.

"I'm not a voice-activated light..."

"I'm here to send you back to the dormitory."

A question mark slowly appeared on the little boy's head?

What does it mean, throwing yourself into the net???

He didn't speak, and it took half a day to squeeze out a sentence, "Are you serious?"

Su Mian nodded, staring at the little boy, signaling him to lead the way.

A flash of regret flashed in his eyes, and then he spoke gloomily, "My dormitory is at the end of the corridor."

Su Mian walked in front of the little boy. The dark environment felt unusually empty, and there was no sound of wind as she walked further in.

Although other dormitories had windows, in order to facilitate the Director to observe the children's sleep, Su Mian touched the wall, but the wall was smooth without any change.

A sound of shoe soles rubbing came from the silent corridor. Su Mian turned her head abruptly, and the light hit two human faces.

"Mi Guo! It's us!"

Wang Zhe blocked the light, and Wen Zirui stood beside him.

"Why are you here?"

"He wanted to go to the restroom, too scared, so he asked me to accompany him."

Wen Zirui said expressionlessly. Wang Zhe blushed instantly and patted Wen Zirui on the shoulder with an elbow.

"You damn, be tactful, you want to die."

Wang Zhe coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment, "Then I saw you, and came over to see if there was anything I could help with."

That's what he said, but his eyes kept darting into the air. The little boy realized he was afraid of himself and slowly hooked into an eerie smile.

It really took no effort at all. Three people died in one night, and his performance had a place to land.

"Then let's go together..."

As soon as Su Mian's words fell, the flashlight "pop" went out. Wang Zhe pulled Wen Zirui and leaned over, "Mi-mi-mi-mi-Mi Guo, where are we going..."

"Take him back to the dormitory."

Su Mian had long guessed that the flashlight would go out, a common routine in horror movies, so she had been supporting the wall until her arm touched the corner.

"Here."

The little boy spoke slowly, "Help me open the door, sister."

The air flowed for a moment, Su Mian's brain was blank, her body was out of control, she raised her hand uncontrollably, turned the door handle lightly, and pushed open the room door.

Her body was completely out of control, she walked in involuntarily, and the two behind her wanted to pull her, "Mi Guo... it's too dark."

"Let's wait for her outside."

Wen Zirui pulled Wang Zhe. Wang Zhe swallowed his saliva, fear stopped his footsteps.

This room is different from their dormitory. Not only is there no window, it is completely sealed, and Su Mian can feel the ceiling right on her head, and she can touch it if she stands on tiptoe.

Just like a coffin.

Goosebumps rose on Su Mian.

While thinking, she had walked to the bed at the very back. Su Mian blinked and let out a sigh of relief. She could move, and the flashlight returned to brightness.

A bit like a single-player mission.

She thought inappropriately.

In front of her was the little boy, who was grinning and swinging his legs sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you, sister, for sending me back."

He tilted his head and looked behind Su Mian.

"Look, everyone, I'm already back, the kind sister sent me back."

The ethereal voice echoed in the room a few times. Su Mian's breathing choked, and intuition told her that something must have appeared behind her.

Should I look back?

Su Mian didn't know who she was asking. She turned her head slowly, her body suddenly tense.

Those beds that should have been empty were already full of a group of children at some point.

They didn't move, sitting on the edge of the bed in unison, leaning forward, their heads slightly lowered, only their eyes staring fixedly at her.

"Sister, you are so kind."

"Yeah, stay and accompany us, okay."

"Sister, we died so miserably, woooo woooo..."

Wang Zhe at the door was already scared to the ground. He moved out bit by bit, but the door was slammed shut. Wen Zirui tried to open the door and found it was locked.

"We are finished... we are all going to die here."

Wen Zirui hugged his head and muttered, his eyes dull.

"A Heng, can you tell me how you died?"

The little ghost who was crying was stunned. He leaned closer to Su Mian, his black pupils revealing huge confusion.

"How do you know... my name is A Heng?"

"I not only know your name, I know all your names."

The clear and gentle voice echoed in the air, and all the children's eyes looking at Su Mian became even more enthusiastic.

"Liu Liu, your personality is very stubborn, you like eating ice cream, and you have been locked in solitary confinement by the Director many times."

"Qiao Yu, you don't like to talk, but you talk a lot in your sleep."

"Ke Xin, you don't want to leave the orphanage. Every time a stranger comes to see you, you hide."