One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

The mid-term test was held every other day, and Cen Qiye would improve the accuracy rate a little each time, but the first and last people who died came in turn.

The list is for all students to rank together. Players know the rules and stay in the middle. No player will die because of the list.

But if you can guard against the list, you still can't guard against others.

Like those... teachers.

After so many days, the teacher team seems to have grasped more clues to trigger the player's death, and they can't prevent it at all.

Even if everyone acts together, there will still be players who will be recruited.

Ling Qiong generally doesn't act with them, but she will give pointers when she is in a good mood, and occasionally directs them to help her catch evil spirits.

Ling Qiongsao continued to operate, and soon some players guessed that she should be the god-man circulated in the black and white hall.

They didn't expect that this god-man was actually a little girl...

This doesn't match the rumors at all! !

Another two days.

The players didn't see Lingqiong coming to class, but after school in the afternoon, someone saw her in the school doctor's office - treating students.

Good guy!

Replace the work of other people's school doctors?

The school doctor was miserable, tied up in the cubicle by Ling Qiong, yelling that every day should not be done, and the ground was not working, and occasionally he was watched by that terrible man, as if he was thinking about how to chop him up, which scared the school doctor I dare not howl anymore.

Ling Qiong worked very hard in the school infirmary, and greeted every student who came to see the doctor.

When he entered, the student had a dull face, but when he came out, he seemed to be running away, as if there was a man-eating monster in the school doctor's office.

Ling Qiong was writing at the desk, while Cen Qiye leaned on the back of the chair and stood behind her to watch.

"Brother, there are always people who think that good grades mean everything." Lingqiong pointed at the notebook, shook her head and sighed: "What's the use of good grades, no matter how bad you are?"

This school's performance requirements for students can be called abnormal, high-intensity learning environment, introverted classmates... What is this school, this is a prison.

And the parents still think it's very good, and they want to send their children in if they squeeze their heads.

But never thought about their own children, whether this is what they want.

Maybe the child can get a good grade in the test, but are they still mentally healthy?

"People like to impose their hopes and regrets on others."

"People..." Lingqiong seemed to want to say something, and smiled again, "It's still quite cute, innocent and stupid."

"Aren't you human?"

"I am a god." Ling Qiong raised her head proudly and said nonsense.

"Take some medicine." Cen Xiye pushed the medicine bottle towards her.

"..."

Ling Qiong knocked over the medicine bottle, and flicked through the things she recorded with a wooden face.

Many of these students don't remember what happened, and they don't even know that they have already died. However, under Ling Qiong's personal 'treatment', a small number of them remembered something.

For example, the day they died was the weekend after the mid-term test, and some students stayed in school to make up classes.

fire.

scream.

They were burned alive.

Ling Qiong strolled to the teaching building. Each floor of the teaching building has an iron door that can be locked. If the door is locked, the students inside cannot escape.

So who will set the fire?

Ling Qiong felt that she had to ask the senior who died suddenly.

The senior stayed in Qiao Xin's management room all day long, and when Ling Qiong went there, she was so frightened that she went straight into the wall, but her hair was plucked, and she couldn't escape no matter what.

"If you want to kill or cut, give it a good time!!" Senior Evil Spirit was furious, why torture him like this! !

Does he have no human rights when he dies? !

"Ask you something, why are you so fierce." Ling Qiong took him out: "Don't worry, as long as you don't mess around, I won't touch you."

"..." Does he dare? "What do you want to ask?" Ask quickly, and get out of here after asking! !

"Do you know who set fire to those students?"

"Set fire?" Senior Evil Spirit looked surprised: "They were burned to death?"

Now it was Lingqiong's turn to get stuck: "...you don't know?"

Senior Evil Spirit was a little confused, hesitantly said: "Should I know?"

"..." He died so early, shouldn't he know?

Senior Evil Spirit said aggrievedly: "I fell asleep, and when I woke up, they died. In the end, I went to class day after day without knowing that I was dead. Do you think it's strange?"

Evil spirits shouldn't be able to sleep.

Then he should be affected by something.

And those students too.

Ling Qiong has not yet figured out who set the fire, and the fifth mid-term examination has begun here.

There were no deaths in the fifth interim test.

Dead people are the rule, but not dead people feel strange. Everyone was worried all morning, but nothing happened, but in the afternoon, they found that four companions were missing.

Ling Qiong quickly passed the missing person in her mind.

The results of these few people have always been ranked low on the list, and they have not improved their rankings every time they take the exam.

Cen Qiye improved her accuracy rate every time, which was really useful.

Classes have already started and they can't go out and find them.

Everyone went to class with a lot of preoccupations, and after class, the players went to find each other separately.

Ling Qiong didn't want to participate at first, but she thought that if she found the player, she might get some gold coins, so she would go crazy.

It is not easy to support a family and make money.

...

...

an enclosed space.

Rows of bookshelves seemed endless, and the four players stood in the middle, looking small.

There was a table in front of them. The table was filled with blood or paint circles, overlapping and intersecting circle after circle, with simple vocabulary written in the blank space.

In the middle stands a pen out of thin air.

The female gamer in a shirt stared at the table, "What is this? Is it a Pen Fairy game?"

But those words seem to have nothing to do with the Pen Fairy game.

[Loss, ethics, beauty, filth, blackness, kumquat...]

"Hee hee hee……"

Weird laughter came from the depths of the bookshelf, the sound came from far to near, as if scratching their scalps.

The four people's scalps were numb, and they looked around nervously.

That laughter lingered everywhere in this space, and it was hard to tell where the sound source came from.

It took a minute for the laughter to stop, followed by a voice of neither male nor female, "Welcome to the arena."

"???"

The voice didn't mean to explain, and started talking about the rules directly: "Please hold the pen in front of you, please ask North to ask questions clockwise, and answer in sequence. Those who answer correctly continue to ask questions clockwise, and those who answer wrong have to say something that no one knows. If you don’t know what secret to tell, you can look at the key words on the desktop.”

The key word...has something to do with their secret?

Someone must have already thought of something, and his expression gradually became ugly.

"...What question do we want to ask?"

"You will see the title at the beginning of the game." The voice said.

"What if more than one person knows the secret?"

"Is that still called a secret?" The voice giggled, "You will be punished."

"..."

Although the voice didn't say anything about punishment, the four of them understood what it was.

"If you have no other questions, the game begins now."