The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

He was startled suddenly, and his body hit the bed board heavily, making a loud "clang" sound, which was extremely ear-piercing in the silent night.

This bed...why isn't it solid?

Where did they run to? Why did they come up in the early hours of the morning instead of daytime?

"Wendi, you don't fucking understand human speech, do you?"

In the dark night, there was an exasperated shout, trying to keep his voice down, and from the judgment, it came from Wen Zheliu's right direction, "If you don't want to die, get out by yourself, don't drag us down!"

……what's the situation.

Wen Zheliu was confused, his head was full of question marks.

In his mind, he quickly collected and arranged the information he had access to at the moment: it was early in the morning, and he was lying on a hollow bed... Combined bed?He was still wearing cotton pajamas, covered with a quilt... He touched it and found that the fabric was slippery, which made Wen Zheliu heave a sigh of relief, it seemed that he was not in a place like a prison.

Apart from myself in the room, there were five other high and low breathing sounds, evenly distributed, plus the scolding from the opposite party just now, as well as the sound of a heavy object being dragged and echoed in the distance... What's unusual? something wandering?Wen Zheliu immediately acted accordingly, and replied in a low voice: "I'm sorry! I'm just too scared..."

He should be in a student dormitory now, right?

A low dissuading voice came from the other end: "Okay, stop making noise, if we are heard, then none of us will be able to sleep."

The person who scolded just now snorted coldly, and continued to shrink under the quilt.

Wen Zheliu checked in the dark, the cane was lying next to him, and the Jenny pendant was also attached to his neck, making it feel cool, but all his attributes, except for the authenticity, were all suppressed to only half of the original A value of one.

what happened? !

Wen Zheliu was puzzled, and found a line of gray words slowly appearing next to the attribute panel.

[The fourth world is a world inhabited by ordinary people, except for the villains, there is no obvious supernatural setting.In order to ensure the participation value and game balance, the player's ability in this world will be affected by debuff with a reduction rate of 50%. 】

……Depend on.

Wen Zheliu cursed in a low voice, and began to look for the communication items distributed this time.

After rustling on the bed for a long time, he finally took out a cold and heavy touch-screen mobile phone from under the pillow.

"Hey..." He secretly sighed, "It can be regarded as an antique."

The indicator light on the top of the screen kept flashing. He hurriedly huddled under the quilt, pressed on the screen, and was almost blinded by the strong white light in an instant.

"..." Wen Zheliu lowered the brightness of the screen, opened the communication software, and found that there was already an automatically generated group hanging on it.

He Qin should be the first to react, he has already got three strands on his hair.

He Qin: [Ling Ning?See the answer, I am in the teacher's apartment. 】

He Qin: 【Is everyone alright? 】

He Qin: [Everyone will reply when they see it. 】

Below is Xie Yuanyuan's response.

Xie Yuanyuan: [This time the world is the campus background!I'm in the student dormitory, my God, I'm most afraid of campus ghost stories! 】

Wen Zheliu hurriedly typed on the keyboard: [Brother, I am here!I am also in the student dormitory now, and there seems to be something outside the door, and the NPCs are very scared. 】

He Qin: [Well, Ning Ning stays obediently, don't go out tonight.I use the website of the teacher's apartment to check. 】

Wen Zheliu discovered a blind spot: [Brother, are you in the teacher's apartment? ? ? 】

He Qin: [Uh huh. 】

Wen Zheliu: [Are you a teacher? ? ? 】

He Qin: [Uh huh. 】

He Qin: [Do you want to come and play a little game with the teacher for tutoring after class? 】

Wen Zheliu bit her lower lip, angry and funny: 【Bah, go play with yourself! 】

After talking for a while, Xie Yuanyuan suddenly said: [Hey, where is sister?Why doesn't sister speak? 】

Wen Zheliu also found out why Du Zijun kept silent?It's not like he hasn't found the communication equipment yet, is it because the location of the transmission is wrong?

Thinking of this, he became nervous: [Du Zijun, are you okay? 】

Xie Yuanyuan also shouted in the group: [Sister?It's okay to say something, it's really worrying. 】

After a while, Du Zijun's bubbles slowly rose.

Du Zijun: [. 】

Wen Zheliu breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he was fine: [What's wrong, why didn't you talk for a long time? 】

Du Zijun: [...Because my mother was assigned to the women's dormitory! ! ! 】

Wen Zheliu was shaking from laughing in bed, almost shaking the bed, and didn't even have time to see what was said in the group next.It's just that he was covered in the quilt all the time, his brow was already covered with sweat, and his whole body panicked, so he poked his head out of the quilt and took a breath of the cool air outside.

He froze suddenly.

No, not quite right.

What's wrong?

On the door of the student dormitory, there is usually a window the size of A4 paper for the teacher to check the dormitory regularly, and this window is usually pasted by newspapers or some flyers that the students do not want.

From just now to now, according to Wen Zheliu's memory, the lights in the corridor have been turned on no less than three times, each time accompanied by the sound of dragging, indicating that the lights in the corridor are voice-activated.Right now, he is lying on his back on the bed on the second floor, looking at the white painted wall very close to him above his head, he can still feel the faint white light coming in from the paper-covered window, but compared to the previous times , I always feel a lot darker.

This means that something... is blocking the light from the window.

Wen Zheliu's body stiffened for a moment, he quietly stretched out his hand out of the quilt, and with two fingers, gently pressed down the raised fluffy quilt cover, and through the gap in the fence beside the bed, he glanced at the Door and window glass.

... A black shadow in the shape of a head is being reflected on the thin and translucent paper!

Wen Zheliu's breath suddenly suffocated, he slowly let go of his fingers, closed his eyes tightly, like a live fish, sneaked back into the barrier of the bed in silence.

—the thing was standing in the doorway, trying to look in.

Wen Zheliu knows that he is very safe, not to mention other props, just a pendant is his greatest magic weapon to save his life, basically no boss dares to come up hard anus without looking long.But this kind of pure, cold, fear of being watched by unknown non-human creatures standing at the door cannot be offset by any props.

After a while, the voice-activated lights returned to darkness, but there was no sound from outside the door again. Everything was dead silent, and his mental value stayed at 96%.

The moon ring in his hand emitted a warm heat, which aroused Wen Zheliu's attention a little bit. He pressed the screen and saw He Qin calling him anxiously.

[Lemon?What's the matter with you? Nothing happened, right? 】

Wen Zheliu regained his composure, and replied: 【There is something standing at the door, it hasn't left yet, it is looking inside. 】

Xie Yuanyuan: [...Damn it! 】

Wen Zheliu: [I'm fine, it hasn't come in yet, as long as you keep quiet, I think it should be fine. 】

Du Zijun: [I seem to have them here too.What's the matter with this school, ghost cave? 】

After a while, He Qin sent a URL link: [Look, this is a relatively complete record of the incident that I can find. 】

Wen Zheliu clicked on it, and found that it was a report on a news portal website, with a very eye-catching title: Frequent disappearances on campus, who is to blame?

"Recently, there have been frequent disappearances of students and staff from Haihe Middle School..." Wen Zheliu browsed carefully, thinking silently, "...so this is called Haihe Middle School."

"...According to statistics, there are two teachers and 8 students missing in the school. The number of missing people has attracted widespread attention from all walks of life. The school and the police have searched for it. As of August 13, there is still a staff member and four students. Whereabouts are unknown..."

He went on to look down, and the picture was a picture of the gate of Haihe Middle School, "...It is reported that Haihe Middle School was founded in 2007, adhering to the direction of international education that combines Chinese and Western education, and is committed to integrating the humanistic essence and science of the East and the West. spirit, the full-time teaching plan is more conducive to cultivating talents with the unity of knowledge and action..."

He frowned, too lazy to read these clichés that had nothing to do with the main event, and scanned down ten lines at a glance, but there was nothing after that.The bottom date was August 11, 8. Wen Zheliu checked the time on his phone: July 22, 12, almost a year had passed.

He patiently turned this short report over and over again, and read it several times: [No more?It only said that someone was missing, and the reason for the disappearance was not mentioned. 】

He Qin: [Don't worry, look at this again. 】

Wen Zheliu saw that this was a blog written by a private blogger.

"Reveal the secret, explore the haunting incident in Haihe Middle School... This is a bit interesting."

The bed was getting hotter and hotter. He turned over the screen to prevent any light from leaking out. He opened a slit on the edge of the quilt and took a few breaths of cool fresh air. Then he took a quick look at the things outside the door. He didn't go, he couldn't take it lightly.

The author of this blog seems to be a person who likes to explore and uncover unusual things. He wrote at the beginning of the article that several students and a teacher from Haihe Middle School have disappeared. According to the widely circulated gossip, they were all in the school Inner groups played so-called psychic games.If this legend is true, then the psychic field in this place must be very strong, and supernatural events will definitely happen in the middle of the night. He decided to venture over the wire fence outside the middle school and go in late at night to find out.

"It's really courageous..." Wen Zheliu imagined the things that were still standing outside the door at this time, and his heart was trembling, and the author actually planned to go inside the school in the middle of the night to experience these things for himself , It can be said that he is a ruthless man of 24K pure gold.

He scrolled down again and found that this was already his last blog, and the date of inscription at the bottom was November 11, 11.

He Qin: [The third one. 】

As if he had a tacit understanding, He Qin just happened to be stuck at the point he finished reading and sent a third link, which was a short and concise bulletin. The letter was written on the night of November 11th. and the fence of the middle school, when it was turned out, the strap of the camera was accidentally hung on the fence, causing him to fall to the ground with his head upside down, and died on the spot.

"Dead on the spot..." Wen Zheliu thought, "The things in the camera are probably gone too."