The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

"The Biracial Hope College was founded in 1978. The principal is Zhong **. The school is committed to establishing a new path for peaceful development and mutual benefit between the two ethnic groups..."

It is ironic that such a promising college is now dead and lifeless.

Nan Zhiyi thought about it, stroked the pages of the book, put the "Campus Introduction" she had just finished reading back on the bookshelf, and then took out the campus plan map to look at it.

The entire school covers a large area. In addition to the Education Building, Xingzhi Building, Practice Building, library, and cafeteria, there are still many vacant spaces.

However, judging from the places I have visited before, this plan has been around for a long time, and many construction sites have been built but not here.

However, the general direction and possible layout can be clearly seen here, and the rest you have to see it in person.

Thinking of this, Nan Zhiyi took a piece of white paper from the document room, took a pen and went out, writing and drawing as he walked.

Zhong Ling didn't know what he was doing and was very quiet the whole time, until she saw the familiar skull with red roses wrapped around it in his picture.

He started to get nervous, but still said nothing and continued walking quietly.

Walking to the back, another layer of black butterflies with spread wings and a mantis wielding a scythe appeared above the skull.

And their core is in that abandoned building.

"What was this place used for before?" Nan Zhiyi did not rush in, but pointed at the building and asked Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling's heart suddenly rose to her throat. She was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on her back and palms. She wiped them with the corner of her clothes.

“It was originally built as a dormitory, but something happened and it became abandoned.”

"What accident?"

Nan Zhiyi listened to him, wrote down the key points, and then stepped in.

"It's nothing, just haunted." Zhong Ling hesitated for a while and said frankly.

"Haunted?" Nan Zhiyi seemed to be thinking about something. This was the second time he heard this strange thing.

He scanned each floor and walked all the way to the top of the building without stopping.

Perhaps for safety reasons, the school sealed the door to the rooftop with an iron chain, but because it had been there for some time, the lock was a little rusty.

Especially on both sides of the lock, it was as if someone's hands were stained with some corrosive liquid, such as blood, and the corrosion was more serious than other places.

Seeing that he was determined to go up, Zhong Ling did not try to stop him. She walked forward, took the key and opened the door.

It was relatively clean. Apart from fallen leaves and dust, there were only some reddish-brown scratches, which covered the entire roof.

Nan Zhiyi squatted down slightly out of curiosity, put on special gloves, brushed off the dust and touched it.

"This is nothing to look at. I drew this with crayons when I was being bullied at school and I couldn't get over it."

Zhong Ling said this, looking a little shy and embarrassed.

"What about these?" Nan Zhiyi pointed at the words on the mottled wall.

"Help, live, alive, dead, all of you deserve to die, bitch..."

There was a group of people next to them, all with cuts on their faces. A child was sitting on the bench in the front, covered in blood, with all his facial features gone, and he seemed to be screaming in pain.

There is a hexagram pattern carved on the ground, as if an ancient prayer ceremony is being performed.

Then a monster came out. Only some of its distorted limbs could be seen. It seemed like it was made up of many people, like a strange big ball of meat.

"Stop looking, please..." Zhong Ling was already in tears and stood in front of Nan Zhiyi with trembling body.

"There's nothing worth referring to."

"If you feel you can't stand it, you can just leave." Nan Zhiyi pushed the person away indifferently, his expression serious and focused, with no emotion in his eyes.

“What you are doing is no different from whipping my past tragic experiences. I admit that I am a monster and I deserve to die.

But please, leave me some dignity before you die!" As she spoke, Zhong Ling burst into tears, her eyes filled with pain and pleading.

For someone who has suffered, facing the suffering he or she has endured again is tantamount to causing secondary harm to him or her. It is normal for him or her to feel emotional and collapse.

But for the person in front of him, it was a little abnormal.

Nan Zhiyi believed that his relationship with him was not that good. Even though he had opened his scars, he managed not to have a trace of anger or hatred towards himself.

"Zhong Ling, what on earth are you asking for?

Do you think someone like me would have any compassion? I am just using you."

Nan Zhiyi said coldly, pushed the person away and continued to observe.

Zhong Ling lowered her head, stood silently by the side, and clenched her fists.

For the sake of the mission and for the sake of caring for my friends and family, I cannot and must not lose my composure.

On the one hand, he does not believe in salvation, but on the other hand, he longs for salvation. Even if it is just a hint of familiarity, he wants to hold on to it tightly.

But Zhong Ling, don’t you think about it? Are you worthy of it now?

You are nothing more than a plaything in the hands of others, an NPC, a monster, or even a nightmare in the eyes of players.

The only thing you are not is an independent ghost who can have his own thoughts.

Nan Zhiyi ignored him and completed the exploration according to the plan. He stood up and walked downstairs. When he reached the door, he saw Zhong Ling still standing there with her head down.

He turned around and showed a gentle smile, "Zhong Ling, your mission is completed, you are free from now on."

Zhong Ling looked up blankly, looking at his smile, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she felt a little hope that what he said was true.

I didn’t expect that the poor little thing’s partner was also a poor little thing. What a pity. When he has no strength to fight back, he can only let it manipulate him.

They are, and I used to be one too.

After that day, everything returned to normal, with the daily routine of going to and from work and living a life of drunkenness and dreams.

Soon the school's 20th anniversary arrived, and the door was opened to reveal the dilapidated state of the interior.

All kinds of strange ghosts poured in, mixed with some players who had received invitations.

"Wait a minute, the three of us shouldn't get separated, okay?

If a riot breaks out, run to the rooftop of the abandoned building here and ignore everything else."

Nan Zhiyi held the map he had drawn and gave them instructions seriously.

Mo Bai nodded in approval, indicating that he understood.

He was completely confused, but he still memorized it, with a clear and innocent look in his eyes, "But Boss, if I want to find a ghost, how do I find it?"

“Around ten o’clock, a school anniversary ceremony will be held in the auditorium, and all the people and ghosts will gather there.

You can run around and look around at that time. You are so small anyway, you can squeeze in easily. If you are lucky, you may meet one on the road. "