God's way of opening infinite games

After a purple lightning that pierced through the clouds illuminated the entire gloomy land, there was a loud thunder, followed by pea-sized raindrops, which were not much different from the scene when Nuwa mended the sky back then.

The monstrous rain curtain made all eyes see only a vast expanse of whiteness, accompanied by violent wind, ink clouds, purple lightning and thunder, as if the end of the world was coming.

Bo Hao's fingers moved slightly, and the raindrops that were about to fall on them seemed to have touched an invisible barrier, and they avoided it one after another, and fell gently to the ground.

In the torrential rain, the two felt dry and refreshed as if they were walking under the sun, and walked down the mountain like a leisurely stroll.

With a creak, the rusty iron door was pushed open, and the fallen leaves all over the ground were blown up by the wind and then knocked down by the rain.

"The door is not locked."

The abandoned school is not far from the new school built. No matter what it is now, at least when it is just abandoned, it will be locked to prevent students or others from running into it.

"If it's a student, where did they get the key?"

Bo Zhao raised his hand, and the fallen leaves on the ground scattered in all directions, revealing the red and rusty lock on the ground, and a slender, rusty iron wire stuck in the keyhole.

"It seems they used other methods."

Xun An even forgot that the guy next to him is the designer of the game, "No spoilers are allowed to affect my game experience, you just need to be a quiet vase."

Bo Yu smiled without saying a word, and obediently acted as a little follower who didn't know anything.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was nothing suspicious of a human body in the open space in front of the teaching building.

Xun An didn't waste any time, and went directly into the stairwell on the left side of the teaching building.

As soon as Fang stepped onto the stairs, the sound of the dark wind coming from the pavement was like a wailing devil's cry, endless.

The wind carried wisps of rancid smell into Xun'an's nose, making him quicken his pace and reach the first floor.

The classroom facing the stairs basically has no intact windows, all of them are broken, but there are only a few glass shards in the aisle of the corridor.

Looking around, Xun'an found that in the empty classroom, apart from the graffiti on the walls and the ceiling fan covered with a thick layer of dust and cobwebs, there were only glass shards everywhere and a thin layer of dust.

"You also designed these foul language?"

Hearing this, Bo Yu looked at the vulgar language written on the classroom wall with paint, and suddenly became a little flustered, denying it flatly, "I just designed the overall framework according to the type of game you like, such small things are all to cater to the plot. The settings are automatically generated."

Xun An let out a groan, unable to tell the difference between joy and anger, Bo Hao was at a loss, "If you don't like it, I will delete it."

"No, there's no need for that."

Xun An didn't stop, and continued to check other classrooms on the same floor.

Without exception, the remaining four classrooms were covered in graffiti, but the glass was intact.

However, the graffiti sentences are very different, some are aphorisms to motivate oneself, or have a strong artistic atmosphere and draw a few pictures, while others are similar to the ones in the first classroom, but the words are more civilized.

It seems that the students just left a little unique mark on the classroom while they were moving to a new school.

Xun An skipped the classrooms on the middle floor and went straight to the top floor.

"Aren't you going to check the other floors?" Bo Hao hurriedly followed his pace.

"If students revisit the old campus just for fun, especially if they left graffiti in the classroom before leaving school, they will usually go to all floors, the lowest floor without any traces of people coming , the ground is full of dust, which means that they have either never been to the old campus, or they have a clear purpose and only go to the floor they want to go to."

The three missing people were students in Class [-] of Senior Three. If they had been here, they would have at least visited the classroom where they had been.

There are still half a flight of stairs away from the corridor on the top floor, and the pungent smell rushes straight over, Xun An frowned and looked up.

The classroom facing the stairs is Class Three (Five), the windows are intact and closed, and the smell does not seem to come from the classroom.

Bo Yu behind him was moved, and there was a fragrant peach fragrance floating in the air, surrounding Xun An, counteracting the unbearable stench for him.

Xun An glanced at him, didn't say anything, and walked quickly to the front of the classroom. At this time, the richness of the smell had almost reached its peak.

He glanced around, then walked towards the toilet at the left corner of the corridor, and seemed to have found the source of the stench.

The toilet is open, with the sink outside, the men's toilet on the left and the women's toilet on the right.

Although the system reminded him in advance, Xun'an was still surprised. It was hard to imagine the deep hatred between the murderer and the deceased, so he committed such a murderous act.

A corpse was naked, lying face down on the squatting pit in the cubicle, his hands were tied behind his back by a stained school uniform jacket, ten fingertips were poked with several blood holes, but it was clean and naked Broad bruises on the back and what appeared to be patchy yellow urine.

Someone scratched two words on his back with a knife: Garbage.

The skin was opened to reveal scarlet flesh, which began to emit a rancid smell due to the high temperature for days.

There are no bloodstains or other things that pollute the eyeballs all over the place, which makes Xun An, who is a bit of a clean freak, quite satisfied.

With a flick of the finger, the deceased flew more than ten centimeters into the air, and then turned over, revealing the front side.

After vacating, there was a strip-shaped object on the ground that was covered with mosaics. Xun An was stunned for half a second. After realizing what it was, he turned his head with red ears and gave Bo Hao a stern look.

"Can't you make it thicker if you want to make a code..."

Bo Hao coughed twice, "I, I don't know..."

Xun An snorted, raised his hand to let the corpse down, covering the glaring things.

"Hua Cheng can no longer recognize who it is."

The face of the deceased was like a rag doll, extremely miserable, with slender and dense knife marks all over the face, the skin was torn apart like popcorn, and maggots writhing and stretching under the eversioned epidermis.

The mouth was stuffed with a water-stained cloth ball, the eyes were pierced, the corners of the mouth were cut, and even more than half of the upper lip was cut off, exposing yellowed teeth.

There are also fine knife marks all over the bare chest, and the fatal wound should be caused by the saber pierced into the heart.

Based on this appearance alone, it is really difficult to identify whether it is one of the three missing students.

"The murderer is calm and knows how to clean up the blood."

Although the deceased was covered in cuts and bruises, except for the horrible wounds, there was no excess blood, which should have been washed with water.

Clean up with water to destroy your own traces, and it is hot summer, the temperature is high, the water on the ground evaporates quickly, and the bacteria in the toilets breed, the corpses begin to rot in just two or three days.

"Is such a bad method seeking revenge?"

Xun An looked around, but found no other belongings except the jacket that bound the deceased, and there was nothing in the pocket of the jacket, apparently taken away by the murderer.

After examining the body, Xun'an tried to check the toilet for clues that the other murderers hadn't noticed.

"one?"

On the edge of the squatting pit where the corpse was lying on its stomach, a circle was drawn on a tile with a marker pen, and a word was written in the circle.

It seems that the murderer's purpose is very clear, that is to come for the three missing students, and it is not a simple murder, but a massacre.

The location of the copy is taken at the school, and the two campuses are so close to each other, so there is a high probability that the murderer is not someone from outside the school, but from our school.

Xun An pondered over the murderer's motive, and had some guesses in his heart.

He left the toilet and went to Class [-], Senior [-]. If there were corpses in the classroom, then his guess would be basically verified.

But there was one thing he hadn't figured out yet.

The three students are friends, live in the same community, are classmates, and disappeared at the same time, so they should have traveled together.

If there was only one murderer, how would he deal with the strong dead?

According to the photos provided by Wang Yibo, the three missing students were of similar height and build.

One person may still have a way to kill, but three people, it is almost impossible.

Then there is the saber stuck in the heart of the deceased. This is not a fruit knife that can be bought on the street, and ordinary people can't touch it without special channels.

Was the saber the dead man's, or the murderer's?

"Ok?"

Before he reached Class [-], Senior Three, which was on the far right, Xun An suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if he caught something out of his corner of the eye.

He turned to look at the third and third classrooms next to him. Through the window, the graffiti in the classroom could be clearly seen.

There is very little graffiti in this classroom. Compared with the first one I saw, it can be said to be simple and clean.

Except for a few graffiti wishing to be admitted to a good university, the one that appears most often is "rest in peace".

On the wall facing the corridor window, a simple villain was painted with bright red spray paint.

Long hair shawls, skirts covering feet, hands folded in front of chest, eyes closed, mouth pursed into a line.

Below this painting, there are all messages of "rest in peace" and a few rows of candles.

Xun An dodges and enters the classroom.

It was found that this wall had the most graffiti in the entire classroom.

The word rest is not something that can be written as a joke casually.

He looked over one by one, and finally saw a sentence written with a black pen in the gap between the two graffiti in the farthest corner:

"Fang Yahui, I hope you will live happily in your next life, I'm sorry."

The sudden appearance of a strange name disturbed Xun An's thinking.

He silently read Fang Yahui's name several times, and thought of Wang Yibo's secretive expression when he talked about the Southern District.

It seems that the secret behind the desertion of the Southern District is more complicated than he expected.

"Hopefully this person has nothing to do with the deceased."

Xun An said so, but the expression on his face didn't seem to be relaxed.

I walked all the way to Class [-] of the third year of high school in thought. If it wasn't for Bo Hao's pull, Xun An would have bumped his head into the wall in front of him.

"What do you think?"

Bo Yu was amused, seeing Xun An's tight face, he didn't seem to be playing a game, but was thinking about some major life event.

Xun An shook his head, but didn't say anything.He turned his head to look inside the classroom of Class [-], Senior [-], but unexpectedly did not find the imaginary corpse.

"No?"

Xun An made a rare prediction error, so he dodged into the classroom without giving up.

The classroom was empty, full of dusty smell.

"there is nothing?"

"Corpse..."

Xun'an looked around, and suddenly stopped in the middle of answering Bo Yu, and stared out of the window.

"what happened?"

Bo Hao sensed something was wrong, walked up to him, and followed his gaze.

On the basketball court outside the window, in the pouring rain, a vague figure hangs on the basketball hoop.

Swaying with the wind.