Horror game: Help the ghosts make choices at the beginning

"One, two, three, wooden man."

"One, two, three, wooden man."

In the classroom, Zhou Mo kept repeating this sentence.

Every time she looked back, her face became paler, and there was a trace of fear and despair in her eyes.

Dozens of students were like man-eating demons, walking towards the podium step by step.

She looked back again, and the hand of the nearest student was clearly only two or three millimeters away from her eyeballs.

As long as she blinks, she will touch it.

"Do you want the get out of class to end?" When she spoke, her teeth chattered up and down, making a popping sound.

But no one answered her.

The students looked at her with sullen smiles, as if they were teasing a puppy.

Zhou Mo wanted to say something else, but the power of the rules forced her head back.

"One, two, three, wooden man."

She finished speaking quickly and turned back immediately.

Although her eyes widened, she still didn't see any students moving.

Although she was mentally prepared, she still couldn't stop the hand from grabbing her eyeballs.

The pain penetrated into the brain almost instantly, pulling at the temples and tugging at the heart.

"Ahhhhhh-" She covered her right eye and bowed in pain, blood dripping to the ground.

Everything she saw seemed to be stained with blood red.

"Teacher," a voice came from above, "You have been touched by us, why don't you run away?"

Zhou Mo felt cold all over, and the threat of death made her temporarily forget the pain.

She raised her head and saw students standing around, looking at her jokingly.

In order to facilitate her escape, the encirclement was dispersed and a gap was left.

These ghosts are teasing her!

Despite this, Zhou Mo had no choice.

She covered her eyes and staggered away from the classroom.

"The game begins."

The girl who had been punished for asking a question walked in from the classroom door and said with a cold smile:

"Let's all act separately, don't catch them too quickly."

Only a tortured soul will exude the smell of the abyss of despair.

Na Li and Qin Shu looked at each other, then followed the other students and walked out in three teams.

Several times, they found traces of Teacher Wang.

The blood dripping on the ground was too obvious.

Those students also clearly discovered it, but they deliberately circled in the classroom, approaching the place where "Teacher Wang" was hiding every time, and pretended not to notice it.

"Oh, there is blood here." One student said loudly on purpose.

When Zhou Mo, who was hiding under the podium, heard this, his pupils shrank.

She finally noticed this and wiped the blood drops in front of her with her sleeve.

But there was more blood out there, and she couldn't wipe it away.

As a last resort, she used a prop.

- Traces of disappearance.

There was no trace of blood, and the students left quickly.

Zhou Mo held his breath and waited for the three-minute countdown to end.

Suddenly, she felt something leaning against her behind.

'What's under this podium? '

She tried not to move so as not to make any noise.

But strangely, the chill behind him became more and more obvious.

Before Zhou Mo could think about it, there was a blast of cold air on the back of her neck and ears.

"Teacher, you pressed me."

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Zhou Mo screamed and ran away from the podium. As soon as she stood up, she froze.

Dozens of students gathered around the podium, with weird smiles on their faces, "Teacher, I got you."

"Teacher, I caught you."

They walked forward and all gathered together.

No matter how much she uses up her props, she won't be able to escape from this encirclement.

A pair of hands reached towards her.

Tearing clothes, tearing flesh, peeling off internal organs...

Zhou Mo was still alive, and she could clearly feel the feeling of her skin being peeled off, and the stinging pain of her hands and feet being separated.

She even saw a ghost head sticking into her belly.

After rummaging around, he looked up with his face covered in blood, holding a beating thing in his hand.

He smiled and looked around at all his classmates.

"Look, Teacher Wang's heart is actually red."

When his consciousness fell into darkness, Zhou Mo heard the last voice.

Indifference.

It was as if the devil was looking down at the ants.

[System prompt: Classroom mini-game (failed)]

……

There are 6 male dormitory buildings.

Fang Yin lay down at nightfall, but his sleep was restless.

Nightmares come one after another.

While sleeping until midnight, he suddenly woke up. Looking at the blood moon outside the window, he took two deep breaths.

"I wonder what happened to Zhou Mo's plan..."

He calmed down the nervous emotions in his dream and was about to lie down again when he heard the sound of opening the door.

Kaka, kaka,

The sound was particularly noticeable in the silent night.

The sound of the door opening in the corridor continued for a while, and the footsteps outside wandered around twice before walking away.

After a while, he came back again.

dong dong——

dong dong——

There was a knock on the wooden door.

Fang Yin's eyes widened and he pretended to be dead on the bed.

Are all ghosts so bold nowadays?

Just knock on the door?

Or do all the ghosts in school pay attention to their manners?

Can't come in without knocking?

"Fang Yin, Fang Yin..." A familiar voice came from outside the door.

Li Goudan?

Fang Yin was about to blurt out, but suddenly thought of something and closed his mouth again.

'It's all a trick of the ghosts. I heard nothing and found nothing. '

He forced himself to close his eyes, 'I have fallen asleep, I have fallen asleep...'

Just as I was thinking about it, my forehead suddenly hurt.

His head felt dizzy and he really fell asleep.

……

Doorway.

Jiang Ye knocked on the door and shouted for a while, but didn't hear any movement.

"Are you sleeping so deeply?"

He turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a "boom" inside.

Then, the sound of unlocking came from behind the door.

Squeak——

The old wooden door was opened a crack.

"Huh? Are you awake?"

Jiang Ye opened the door and walked in, expecting to see Fang Yin being woken up.

Unexpectedly, there is only a head floating in the air behind the door.

A rotten, dead fish-eyed head.

Seeing Jiang Ye, its rotten lips opened and closed.

"You are finally back."

Jiang Ye:? ? ?

……

"Fang Yin:??? What did I do wrong?"

"Why is it always me who gets hurt?"

The friends in Fang Yin's live broadcast room felt a little want to laugh, and also felt a little enlightened.

Jiang Ye hasn't come back to sleep in the past few days. As soon as Fang Yin falls asleep, that head will come out and wander around.

From time to time it was still hanging on the lamp, looking down at several beds.

I thought this was also part of the campus horror scene, but I didn’t expect that this head was waiting for Jiang Ye? !

"In this head, in these words, I actually heard a hint of resentment."

"Fang Yin may think that the people outside are ghosts."

"Brother Ye is really fierce. He came back from the teaching building in the middle of the night."

……