What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

"Stop dreaming."

While the psychic medium and the photographer were immersed in wonderful fantasies, the hypnotist calmly poured a spoonful of cold water.

"What do you mean?" The photographer put the bullets back into the cardboard box and put them in his backpack: "You think it's useless?"

The hypnotist nodded bluntly: "You can't do this. That professor is not an idler. With his vigilance, it is impossible for you to succeed so easily. Does he not know the importance of guns in this game?"

"That's not what you said." The psychic didn't want to listen, and brushed his long hair gracefully, "The tiger still has a nap, the professor can't stay up all the time, right? As long as he sleeps, we Just act."

"That's right, if we don't act first, if he finds a bullet in some corner, we will be the ones who die." The photographer echoed, now that he has the bullet in his hand, his mentality suddenly swells I am desperate to get a gun.

The hypnotist saw that the two of them had made up their minds and couldn't persuade them anymore, so they could only shrug their shoulders: "Oh, okay, then when are you going to do it?"

The psychic closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and said, "I will do it tomorrow night, and protect me tonight."

"I wish you all good luck." The hypnotist smiled calmly and said words of "encouragement", but there was some sarcasm in his light-colored eyes, as if to say, "I'm waiting for you to fail and return."

The psychic and the photographer met the eyes of the hypnotist. They didn't like the hypnotist's see-through look. It's not a happy thing for all their thoughts to be seen through by others, but they couldn't abandon the hypnotist. What can't be done to her.

A hypnotist does not have any advantage in force, but she can penetrate people's hearts. To a certain extent, she is the intelligence center of the entire game. She holds the most information. In a ten-day game, she will definitely survive until the penultimate day .

She was sure.

On the second day, the energetic broadcast announced that today's restricted areas are amusement parks and clinics, and that the person who died yesterday was a gambler, and the method of death: accidental exit.

Shu Xingmi and Zhang Lin went to various places to search for bullets, and by the way, they found some paraglider parts. They found many strong ropes and a large bright yellow umbrella cloth in the abandoned factory.

Unfortunately, not a single bullet was found.

"We need a sewing machine." Shu Xingmi pulled a bag full of ropes, and said to Zhanglin: "Otherwise, we can sew a paraglider with our own hands, and I'm afraid it will take until next month..."

The composition diagram of the paraglider is too complicated. The two of them have no experience, and they have to make a finished product within nine days, and there must be no mistakes. Otherwise, even if they fly out of the island, they may fall to their death halfway.

This is an almost impossible task without a sewing machine.

"Only the forest and the underground secret room have not been visited," Zhanglin looked at the map: "This is not far from the secret room, should we drop by and have a look?"

The forest is a place for psychics, and the forest is Shu Xingmi's weakness.

The psychic has already set up countless traps in the forest, just waiting for him to step into them.

"Come, Xiaolin, pray with the teacher." Shu Xingmi put his hands together, with a pious expression on his face: "The Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother, all the gods, please bless the sewing machine in the secret room."

If he is not in the secret room, Shu Xingmi can only take a wooden stick and go into the forest like a blind man to find a sewing machine, while "sweeping mines" while searching.

The two went to the underground secret room according to the map. The door was unlocked, and there was a downward staircase, which was a bit narrow. Shu Xingmi threw a stone down first, in case someone was ambushing inside, and the small stone quietly fell to the end of the stairs. After dozens of seconds, there was still no movement, so he led Zhanglin into the secret room.

The scene in the secret room made the two of them suffocate at the same time.

"God..." Shu Xingmi couldn't move his eyes while holding the flashlight.

In the huge secret room, there is a square glass table, on which there are nine pots of mint. The mint leaves are verdant green, which is emerald, and the mint flowers are white and flawless, which is beautiful jade. There is a round silver box in the center of the mint pot. , is fixed on top.

Emeralds and jades dazzled in the golden light of the flashlight.

The atmosphere here is too blurred, as if it is another world...

The two approached the small mint-colored ocean, and were shrouded in a mysterious light green halo.

"Teacher, who is so rich?" Zhanglin tugged on Shu Xingmi's sleeve: "Why is he planting these mints that will never wither?"

"It will never wither..." Shu Xingmi repeated Zhanglin's words. For a moment, he felt as if he understood something, but at the same time he seemed to understand nothing.

There is an elegant and pure light flowing on the wall of the box, hiding a secret.

"There are words on it." Zhang Lin was a little tired, he rested his chin on Shu Xingmi's shoulder, "Uh, you don't think I'm heavy, do you?"

Shu Xingmi was concentrating on studying the silver box. Hearing Zhanglin's words, he turned his head and rubbed his face against his. He almost kissed him. His eyes were full of emerald broken shadows. He raised his hand and rubbed Zhanglin's hair to express that he didn't mind. .

Four words are engraved on the lid of the silver box: priceless treasure.

The left side of the box is engraved with a sentence: This is my only hope.

Correspondingly, the right side of the box is engraved: Please take me to her side.

Shu Xingmi thought for a moment, is there something in this box that can reunite two separated people?

Could it be the medicine for bringing the dead back to life...?

There is also a combination lock embedded in the front of the silver box, a six-letter combination.

Zhang Lin slides the letter wheel and carefully twists out four letters: BOHE.

Then I don't know what to do with the last two letters, and I can't open it.

Shu Xingmi thought for a while, stroked the letter wheel with his slender fingers, and spelled out MENTHA.The Latin literary name for mint.

despair.

The silver box is opened.

"Phone card?" Zhang Lin tilted his head, his eyes full of bewilderment.

Inside the box lay a half-new earth-blue calling card, which was incompatible with the emerald and white jade surrounding it.

Shu Xingmi took out the card and said in surprise, "Can you still make calls on this island?"

"Then call 110 immediately." Zhang Lin blinked.

"Look, it says 'Priceless Treasure' on the box, there must be something unusual about this phone card..." Shu Xingmi turned the phone card over and over to look at it, but couldn't see why.

"Teacher, it's getting late, let's go back to the dormitory first, it's not safe at night."

"Well, next we need not only to find a sewing machine, but also a phone or a phone booth." Shu Xingmi put the card away, and walked out of the secret room with Zhang Lin.

The psychic, photographer, and hypnotist have already taken their backpacks and lived in the top floor of another dormitory building in the school, diagonally opposite Shu Xingmi, about 60 meters away.

With the curtains closed, the photographer took a telescope and looked into Shu Xingmi's room.

"What are they doing now?" The psychic put a chocolate bar in his mouth.

"Same as you, eat." The photographer said.

Half an hour passed.

"What are they doing now?" the psychic asked again.

"...It seems to be knitting a sweater." The photographer is not very sure.

"What?" The psychic opened his eyes wide: "These two still have time to knit sweaters in the middle of the night?"

"Anyway, they are sewing something..." The photographer narrowed his eyes: "Hahaha, these two people don't wear underwear, are they so hot..."

"Is it okay to do business?" The psychic elbowed the photographer on the back: "Dirty."

A moment of silence.

"Who is bigger?" The psychic couldn't help asking.

"Guess," the photographer raised his eyebrows: "If you guess wrong, feed me a chocolate bar."

"Professor...?" The psychic rolled his eyes.

"Bring the chocolate bar."