Thriller Trainee

(Anti-theft has been replaced)

[All horror trainees, please rush to the studio on the third floor to gather on time at 10 am]

Early this morning, the main system broadcast sounded three times.

This is not the first time a trainee has entered the copy. After the previous two rounds, newcomers have become old fritters.

What's more, the lowest level in the dormitory has now reached D. After waiting for this round, only the third level can survive, and the trainees at this critical point are naturally very anxious.

Other trainees were nervously unable to sleep, some took advantage of these few days to be drunk in the closed city on the first floor of the dormitory, and some got up early in the morning to go to the restaurant to have a good meal, or even party all night in the open-air bar. .

Except for the ten S-levels standing at the top, few trainees can remain calm about the upcoming danger.

Only Zong Jiu'an slept steadily all night, got up on time at eight o'clock to wash, and took a shower by the way.

He stood in front of the mirror, took a hair tie, and tied his long white hair firmly.

When Zong Jiu was a great magician in his previous life, his hair did not stay so long.

As for the profession of magician, seven points depend on kung fu, three points look at the surface.

Of course, you have to practice your skills and basic skills well, and you can't let go of the exaggerated acting skills that confuse the audience.

A qualified magician should never confuse the audience only visually.

How to mislead the audience without a trace, achieve the purpose of displaying their unpredictable skills, and make them exclaim and applause, which is also an essential skill for a great magician.

A good magician must also be an insightful psychologist and an excellent actor with full acting skills. Some magicians who love extreme magic are risky adventurers, crazy gamblers who devote their lives to art. Over the years, Zong Jiu's homework has not fallen.

So at that time, for the performance effect, Zong Jiu's hair was kept to his shoulders as the artist did, and a pigtail was tied at the back of his head.

By the way, his hair was not white before he put on the book, and the appearance of the albino patient was set by the original owner. Although Zong Jiu is wearing it, he is a serious Chinese with black hair and black eyes before he wears the book. Even if you occasionally dye your hair for stage effects, you won't try a non-mainstream color like white.

Later, after Zong Jiu had a car accident and suffered a comminuted fracture in his hands, he did not give up at first, and traveled around the world to search for famous doctors, just like Dr. Strange who had similar encounters in Dr. Marvel's strange.

Unfortunately, no matter where he went, Zong Jiu could not find a way to recover his hands.

For a while, he gave up on himself, spent the whole day with alcohol and cigarettes, immersed in another strange and psychedelic world.

Of course, the decadent magician didn't have time to take care of his messy hair, so it stayed longer and longer, fighting against what it has now.

Although his hair became a bit longer after wearing the book, Zong Jiu didn't mean to trim it.

Just like these recovered hands, something must be used to prove the sufferings that have been experienced before they can move forward with heavy burdens.

The long hair does look much fresher when tied up, a bit more lazy than before, and a bit more unhumanly glamorous.

He carefully pinned the broken hair hanging from his cheeks behind his ears, wiped off his wet hands, and shrank a cat's head on the sofa.

"If you can upgrade this time, I will take you to a bigger house when you come back."

The deluxe standard room for C-level trainees does not have pets. The B-level administrative suit is only suitable for pets, and the matching suits his liking.

The most important thing is the cat that is equipped with the main system. You don't need to eat or pull the papa. You choose the character. The most important thing is that it does not shed hair and is very comfortable.

The cat glanced at it with open blue-gray eyes, licked his paw, and continued to nest on the cushion by the fireplace.

......

When Zong Jiu arrived at the studio, the studio was almost full.

The same as the rules of the first dungeon, if you don't arrive at the studio on time before ten o'clock, and stay outside the thriller trainee dormitory, all the trainees will die on the spot.

In order to ensure that there are no accidents, most trainees choose to come in advance. I would rather wait here for ten to twenty minutes than to bet on the last possibility.

When Zong Jiuyi entered the studio, Dang Even attracted the attention of many people on the stairs.

Today, he swept away from the usual laziness, but his eyes seemed to be cold for no reason, which was daunting.

The appearance and temperament of the youth are too eye-catching, not to mention the fact that they have become the leaders of emerging forces that may emerge. Naturally, they will be looked at wherever they go.

Before climbing the B-level steps, Zong Jiu raised his head and glanced at the highest point.

Sure enough, the most central throne was still empty.

In the face of this scene, many trainees have already acquiesced to the privilege of no.1, not to mention that no one dared to raise objections to that adult.

"Excuse me."

Zong Jiu nodded towards the B-levels on the ladder.

On the whole, the attitudes of the B-levels towards him are generally neither lukewarm nor lukewarm.

High-levels are not like low-levels. They are jealous and suppressed when they see someone who might go up. The elders of these levels are very sophisticated, relying on their backs one by one. Among other things, unless the forces make the decision to suppress, they will not rush to make the first move.

For Zong Jiu, although it saved him a lot of effort, it wasn't that easy to fool around, and that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Soon after he stood still, the candlelights around him began to sparkle. In front of the front three-dimensional screen, the vaguely anthropomorphic main system gathered and formed.

[The time has come, the entrance to the studio has been blocked]

The heavy door slowly fell, and the gilt lights went out one by one.

[The studio scene is changing... please wait a moment]

With a sound of lifting, the walls that originally surrounded the studio rose again.

Many new trainees have some shadows about this scene.

When they entered the thriller trainee competition for the first time, behind the opening of the wall were those corpses that did not arrive at the studio on time, a sea of ​​blood, purgatory on earth.

However, this time, the outside is not as everyone guessed, the corridor connecting the dormitory.

The snow-white swan swept across the distant sky and fell along the golden sunlight of the sky.

The tall snow-white pillars of the temple stand below the field of vision, and the statues of the gods are carved on the top of the temple, and the spring of youth swaying from the fountain reflects the cold and colorful light.

The trainees stood on the top of Mount Olympus, stepping on the verdant grass, where the boundary between the gods and the humans was faintly visible, and there were vast and white clouds floating above their heads.

This scene is beautiful, but no one believes that the main system will do such useless work.

Just when everyone was in doubt, the mechanical sound slowly sounded.

[The third round of dungeons is a collective dungeon, and the trainees of each level enter the same large dungeon collectively, and the level of the dungeon is Super A Grade. S-level trainees will be randomly assigned to the remaining four levels to compete]

"Wow—"

The four words of collective copy rushed forward and covered their faces, triggering a whisper.

The discussion was focused on the CD level, because the SAB level had already been known in advance, and there were no surprises in their faces.

[The copy is in preparation...the copy is ready]

[Except for the C-level trainees, the rest of the level trainees will immediately begin space transfers]

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came from below the stairs. The trainees only felt that their feet were light, and the scenery in front of them solidified into large patches of color.

[Didi, the main system is being linked]

[The pre-story of the B-level collective dungeon is loading...]

The blue sky and white clouds just returned, and the lazy coziness of the temple grass suddenly changed.

Dark gray clouds gathered on the low concrete house, dark and heavy, making people feel inexplicably boring.

This is a very old school, not only from the dilapidated iron fence at the door, but also from the dirty handles on the flag-raising stand, it has been in existence for some years.

The teaching building is the only building inside that has been repainted with drape. Besides, the student dormitory is even more rudimentary and pitiful. It's just a hassle to put together wooden boards.

But it is this middle school that has created the myth of how many college entrance examinations are made and has become the premier key middle school.

Countless parents have cut their heads and don't know how much money they have to pay to put their children into this school, because its heavy-duty rate has reached an astonishing 100%!

Everyone arrives. As long as they can enter this school, no matter how mischievous students are, they will eventually become law-abiding students in the minds of teachers and parents.

It's another school season now. The school gate was already crowded with parents who came with their children.

They took the students wearing all blue and white uniforms and took the contract handed over by the teacher at the school gate, as if they did not see the above written "This school is a boarding school. If students have accidents in the school, this school will not be responsible. "" in red blood, signed his name with a big stroke, and then greeted the children around him to sign.

The trainees couldn't control their bodies, they could only see it uncontrollably reaching out and pressing a red handprint on the terrifying strip of terrifying contract.

The parents raised their heads with satisfaction and handed the contract to the teacher.

Someone was standing at the gate of the school and was responsible for explaining, "Yes, we have been awarded national honors for many years... We will definitely cultivate talents that will attract the attention of the country... We will never waste extra Resources."

"This school has a very long history, with strong teachers and a rich source of students. After 120 days, you will definitely see a refreshing child."

"No matter how mischievous a child is, he will eventually become a good child with excellent learning and high moral character."

......

What's completely different from all these pictures that seem to stay in the last century is the plaque hanging in front of the school.

The plaque was very new, as if it had just been replaced, with a black underside.

On that plaque read a few large characters: No.1 Middle School.

On the other side of the door, the banner was neatly posted: Only cultivate people who are useful to society.

Their colors are so bright, so bright that they seem to bleed.

At this moment, all the parents and teachers who bowed their heads all raised their heads and smiled at them with satisfaction, as if they had seen the future of this society.

The trainees found in horror--

These people's faces are horribly hollow.

They are all faceless people without facial features!