MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 75 Dead Schoolhouse (27)

"Let's go to bed first." Yan Wei said.

Zhou Tian and Gao Ming nodded and returned to their beds, Yu Feizhou was about to turn around, Yan Wei stopped him: "Wait a minute."

"Huh?"

"I've already got three pieces of the moon wheel, others don't know it, but you and Lin Zhen know it," he smiled, his eyebrows were casual, as if he was talking What insignificant words, "In the past, there were people who could use props to send out a sentence or two to the world inside the building, but now that everyone knows that there are legendary props in the mobile book, the major organizations should squeeze out a few copies to communicate with each other no matter what. And the props of the world in the building? You came in on behalf of Xuan Niao, it is impossible to have no news now, right?"

Yu Feizhou was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and was about to answer when Lin Zhen, who was lying on the bed beside him, suddenly said: "What are you asking him for? The person in charge of contact is me. This kind of internal and external contact The props are very rare, and can't really communicate, at most a sentence or two. We did bring one in, but, yo, you may not believe it, I didn't say anything, and then, it's weird , Xuanniao didn't say a word to me either."

Lin Zhen's voice was getting lower and lower, and the last sentence was no different from muttering to himself: "...that guy also said that Xuanbird is bound to get the legendary item, but now I feel that he is completely indifferent. Worry, what am I worried about? You can play with it."

The man's dark pupils are looking at him, his eyes are boundless.

Yan Wei suddenly remembered the dream she remembered before, and Yan Mingguang who was kissing him in the dream.

Is that a conjecture arising from the confusion of familiarity and confusion, or is it a fragment of the missing three years that has been excavated and buried in the back of my mind? But no matter which one it is, the information buried in it actually points to the same.

Unfortunately, that dream was not very impressive. He only vaguely remembered the picture of Yan Mingguang bowing his head and kissing him, but he didn't remember what it was like.

Yan Wei looked at Yan Mingguang who was slightly kicked by him.

Under the moonlight, the man's silver-white hair seemed to be moistened with a layer of coldness, which made the angular outline more alien and indifferent. But the silver-framed glasses concealed a little bit of sharpness and sharpness, adding a bit of temperament to the dimness. And the eyes behind those lenses...

It was just faint, but looked at him intently.

Yan Mingguang is indeed a person who... made him want to get closer and see what expressions or emotional changes this person will have. As early as in the copy of the Promenade Hotel, he cooperated with Yan Mingguang. In addition to believing in the strength of the other party, he more or less explored the person himself.

Thinking of this, the picture of Yan Mingguang kissing him in the bathroom in the dream appeared again. Yan Wei suddenly felt a little hot on his cheeks.

At the end of the bed, Yan Mingguang pulled the quilt for him imperceptibly, turned his head and planned to get up.

Yan Wei, who was lying down, suddenly sat up, raised his hand and grabbed Yan Mingguang's arm, slid close to the man's shoulder, and looked at Yan Mingguang's profile close at hand.

Yan Mingguang seemed stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at him in confusion.

"I..." Yan Wei swallowed his saliva, playful in his heart, moved forward again, and almost got close to Yan Mingguang's ear before saying, "I just want to say good night to you. ."

The next moment, Yan Mingguang raised his hand and pressed his shoulders, unable to refuse to lay him down. This man is much bigger than him, but with such a light touch, Yan Wei can't break free.

The other party's cold voice was low, with a somewhat restrained tone: "Lie down and sleep."

Early morning.

When the sun shed its first rays, Yan Wei and others quickly got up.

"Since this racing mode is turned on, we can't take it slow," Yan Wei put on his school uniform, walked to the sink and brushed his hair, "Zhou Tian, ​​according to what we said yesterday Two things, we will go to the archives first, send you in to check the information, and then we will do other things."

Zhou Tian smiled and said, "Okay, I'm good at this."

Gaoming stuck his head out: "I'll go too, I'm still just a low-level player, I can't help you with whatever you do, why don't you find the files for you in the archives room."

Yan Wei nodded: "Okay, sorry."

He raised his eyes, habitually wanted to straighten his hair, and when he saw the blank wall behind the sink, he remembered that there is no mirror in the dormitory of Chenxi High School.

He puffed out his cheeks, turned around and collided with Yan Mingguang who was approaching.

Yan Mingguang raised his hand to support him, Yan Wei grabbed the opponent's arm with his backhand, raised his head slightly and got closer.

“…what are you doing?”

"There's no mirror," Yan Wei blinked, "I'll borrow the reflected light from your glasses."

Yan Mingguang's expression remained unchanged, speechless. He seemed to be really casual, staring at Yan Mingguang's eyes for a while, then withdrew his gaze and took a step back.

After a while, everyone was ready, but Yan Wei had no intention of taking action.

"Hey, little pet, didn't you just say you can't take it easy? We haven't started yet?"

Yan Wei raised an eyebrow: "What are the rules of the racing mode?"

"Racing with the other players who have the same clues, the two sides can't share any clues and progress, can't cooperate, whoever breaks the game first wins. We are one of them... And then?"

Lin Zhen said, Yan Mingguang's expression remained unchanged, but Yu Feizhou and Zhou Tian's expressions suddenly sank.

Is the other side going in the right direction?"

Yan nodded gravely.

"Why is it just right? Not long after we got the key point of the punishment order, there are more players who got this information? The world in the dungeon has never been a coincidence."

He took out the coins in his pocket and tossed them in his hands at will, his thoughts flowing smoothly with the regular tossing. He continued: "I guess, the other party may be He Luo who directly exposed himself to come to the door. That is to say, the other party, like us, watched He Luo's retrospective fantasy and knew one-sided He Luo and Qian. Xuanxuan's past events, and then the racing mode started."

"Don't you think the settlement method of this racing mode is not right? The winner is rewarded, and the loser seems to have no effect. If one side does nothing and waits for the other side to fully After finishing the work, you can also take out the guaranteed reward - how can there be such a good thing?"

Yan Mingguang: "The limitation of clue sharing."

"Yes, the sharing of clues and progress between the two parties is limited, which means that if we don't believe in He Luo, and they believe in He Luo and do exactly what He Luo said...then we It's not actually racing against players, it's racing against players who are unconsciously helping ghosts."

Gao Ming puzzled: "In this case, isn't it better to act as soon as possible? Why are we still staying in the dormitory?"

This time, without Yan Wei, Yu Feizhou understood. His gentle voice was full of worry: "Yan Wei means let's wait here and see, will the players on the other side find the traces of Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang's actions in the woods last night? Come to this dormitory? After we learned about the racing mode, our first reaction was to hurry up to solve the punishment order and complete the previous year, because we knew why we lied."

"But if we don't feel that we are lying and turn on the racing mode again, how will we react? We will only think that this is a contest of players' breaking speed, and everyone's direction is the same. Whoever is quicker wins, then the first thing we care about most is who the opponent is and how the opponent's progress is. So if someone from the other side comes to us for a while, instead of racing against time immediately after getting up, it means—"

Yu Feizhou's voice came to an abrupt end.

Yu Feizhou sighed.

Yan Wei's brows moved slightly, her eyes slightly condensed. He said: "It seems that the other players racing against us... they care about the opponents in the racing mode, not the ghosts."

That means what these people believe.

It means that they not only have to get the punishment order as soon as possible and make up for what happened that year, but also prevent the other party from helping the ghosts without knowing it.

Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang, the other party instantly understood, and walked slowly to the door to open it.

Wu Hua's hand was resting on the door handle, but he didn't expect the door to be opened by the person inside, and his posture suddenly froze.

Lin Zhen turned his head and looked: "Hey, isn't this the grandson of Po Sickle? Why are you the only one here, everyone else is going to catch the time for the racing mode? This is too urgent Well, reincarnation doesn't bring such flamboyance."

Wu Hua glanced at Lin Zhen, then looked at Yan Mingguang in front of him, and said solemnly, "Yan, are you on the other side of the racing mode?"

Yan Mingguang did not speak.

"I found it based on the footprints you left in the woods yesterday. It seems that everyone knows that we are the opponents of the racing mode." Wu Hua's chin slightly raised his tone. Quite confident, "We will do our best to break this game. My companions are already looking for ways and clues. You and Po sickle have no grievances or enmity. At the door of the archives, our broken sickle people are not strong enough to deserve it, and we also I won't blame you casually like Yuemang. Let's have a discussion - break the sickle to break the game, and you can wait for the dungeon to end to get the reward, how about it?"

Yan Mingguang lowered his eyes, not even looking at the three players with the broken sickle in front of him.

Yan Wei copied his pockets with both hands, and walked slowly forward, saying, "This is too beautiful to think? But I have a more beautiful idea, why don't we change it, how about you? How about eating and drinking in the dormitory and clearing the game without injury after we break the game?"

Wu Hua's face changed. He looked at Yan Wei, his eyes were a little surprised at first, and then he ignored it. Yan Wei was yan, but the players in the building world who watched the projection of the gambling building knew better, and the players who were still alive in the dungeon. No one else knows.

"Why did you come back after taking refuge in Yuemang, yan? Don't disturb me and Yan's business." Wu Hua sneered, "We negotiated between the two sides, is it possible that you have the final say?"

Yan Wei raised her eyebrows and spread her hands.

Besides, Yan Mingguang said indifferently: "Yes, he has the final say."

Wu Hua was stunned for a moment, his face was slightly Ji, looked at Yan Mingguang and said in a low voice: "I didn't come to conflict with you, I came to discuss with you sincerely. Shouldn't you give some respect to the players of the game? Every minute is precious now, yan—"

"Stop," Yan Wei suddenly interrupted him, "Since it's what you said to me, look at me and say okay?"

"You're not—"

Yan Mingguang said indifferently: "He is Yan, I am not."

After finishing speaking, Yan Mingguang walked out of the dormitory directly bypassing the broken sickle, copying his pocket with one hand, and taking out a cigarette with the other, and slowly leaned against the corridor. He looked not far away from the dormitory building, and his eyes were stunned that Wu Hua didn't give it even a little bit.

Wu Hua's eyes widened, obviously not reacting immediately. In his memory, Yan Wei was clearly a waste player who relied on Yan Mingguang to get all the way here. How could Yan Mingguang say that Yan Wei was yan in the blink of an eye?

“…what yan?”

Yan Wei pouted.

He was waiting in the dormitory, originally to see what happened to the other players, and didn't really plan to cooperate or chat with these people. Now that the answer has been obtained - Wu Hua and these people must have believed what he did. He no longer delays, but just waved his hand: "Go."

The three people left the broken sickle still in place and did not recover.

Out of the dormitory building, Yan Wei walked quickly in the early morning sun, with a sassy voice: "If Wuhua is the first to get the punishment order, it is very likely that he will give it directly to He Luo, we must compare them to them. Get the punishment sheet. According to the plan, Zhou Tian and Gao Ming will go to the file room. Remember, I only need the files from the first year of high school three years ago, all the files related to Tang Yizhuo, He Luo, and Qian Xuanxuan, and what kind of files are there? All of them, even the waste paper with their three names written on them has to be dug up for me."

Weekly dessert: "There are exact classes and time categories, and it's enough to dig out these days."

Yan Wei continued: "As for the remaining four of us, we have to do one thing before we go to get the punishment order."

Lin Zhen paused: "What are you going to do??"

Yan Wei took out the stack of student files from the file room from the black ring.

This contains all player-played student profiles.

He shook the file in his hand, laughed lightly, and said slowly: "Race mode rules—'From now on, if the other players find relevant clues, they can only choose one of them. Join'. Of course we are holding these death-free gold medals and isolating those poor little scythes."