Today I scare non-humans again [Unlimited]

Jiang Heng stared at the bare ceiling in a daze for a long time.

He was ejected from the game?

Jiang Heng sat up abruptly, his short hair twitched up in a mess from his sleep, and his arrogance was extremely arrogant.

He grabbed the cell phone next to him and quickly dialed a number.

The call was quickly connected.

"Jiang Heng?" The man's voice was unclear, as if it was because of the noisy surroundings.

"Gu Jinyan, are you still alive?" Jiang Heng asked nervously.

Gu Jinyan was looking forward to holding his mobile phone, when he heard this sentence.

"...still alive." He was silent for a moment, his cold voice was low and magnetic, "what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just played—" Jiang Heng subconsciously wanted to answer the truth, but suddenly realized that it was Gu Jinyan on the other end of the phone, and immediately shut up.

"Playing games all night again?"

Jiang Heng squeezed the phone tightly, with a guilty expression on his face: "No...no..."

Gu Jinyan sighed: "Open the door, I'm at your door."

Jiang Heng held up the phone with dull eyes, and was stunned for a while before he understood Gu Jinyan's words.

He jumped out of bed and ran to open the door, dizzy and dizzy.

Gu Jinyan really stood outside the door.

Gu Jinyan glanced at Jiang Heng's loose sleeping neckline, the white skin like milk spread out, and the delicate collarbone was embedded on it, in a good shape.

He looked away, helped Jiang Heng to fiddle with his messy hair, and then urged people to enter the door.

The roots of the ears covered by black hair were already bleeding red.

Jiang Heng pulled on his slippers, and followed Gu Jinyan like a little tail, watching him go about his business.

Gu Jinyan put down the bag in his hand, then took out the breakfast in it, and took out several boxes of cold medicine and put them on the table.

He turned around and found that Jiang Heng was standing behind him, staring at him eagerly.

"Is the cold feeling better? You don't have a fever anymore." Gu Jinyan stretched out his hand to separate Jiang Heng's forehead hair, and tested the temperature of Jiang Heng's forehead.

Jiang Heng obediently stood where he was, and let him try without moving: "I feel much better after taking the medicine yesterday."

"Well, I don't have a fever anymore." Gu Jinyan withdrew his hand, and Jiang Heng's forehead hair fell back gently.

Jiang Heng blinked, and his voice was soft and nasal with a cold: "Then can I go to work on the set this afternoon?"

"The crew is on vacation today, so there's no need to go." Gu Jinyan patted Jiang Heng's head and said in a deep voice.

"Oh." Jiang Heng said disappointedly, his hair limp and shriveled.

Gu Jinyan never hesitated about matters related to Jiang Heng's body. Even if the production crew did not have a holiday today, he would not let Jiang Heng do the tiring work of the set.

"Do you like the painting I brought you last time?" Gu Jinyan changed the subject, trying to distract Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I like it! But, the scenery you draw is so beautiful, why are you always reluctant to draw people?" He asked puzzled.

Gu Jinyan replied calmly: "Not very good at it."

Jiang Heng frowned, unable to understand the logic: "But you are the main artist of the crew, how can you not be good at drawing people?"

The expression on Gu Jinyan's face remained motionless, and he said calmly, "I'm not good at drawing, but I can draw if I want to. I don't want to make a fool of yourself with something bad."

Jiang Heng blushed a little, he didn't have the nerve to ask any further, so he simply turned around to see what breakfast Gu Jinyan brought today.

Gu Jinyan watched Jiang Heng turn around and pick up the breakfast he brought, and when he heard him sigh in surprise, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, his dark eyes were soaked with tenderness.

The two finished breakfast together. Gu Jinyan wanted to stay with Jiang Heng for a while longer, but the crew suddenly called and asked him to deal with urgent matters.

"Sorry." Gu Jinyan frowned, with a bit of reluctance showing on her stern face.

Jiang Heng pursed his lips into dimples: "It's okay, you're already busy, I'm very happy that you can come to see me." He thought for a while, then continued loudly, "We are friends, I won't mad at you."

Gu Jinyan stared at Jiang Heng's serious eyes for a while, then sighed silently in her heart: "Then I'll go first, you have to remember to take your medicine."

"Yeah." Jiang Heng pushed the person out of the door, said goodbye to Gu Jinyan, and closed the door.

Now that Gu Jinyan is gone, he can continue to play games to make money!There is no work today, and the production team can't get the daily salary.

Just now when he turned on his mobile phone, he found that a huge amount of money had really been transferred into his bank account.

Jiang Heng hasn't paid the rent and utility bills for this month, and his pockets are clinking with poverty.

The crew's salary is not high. After he got it, he didn't warm it up, so he gave it all to the hospital where grandma is currently treating.

This money really eased his urgent needs.

Jiang Heng walked into the bedroom, groped on the bed for a while, and sure enough found the game USB drive under the covers.

It should be that he was too sleepy after taking the cold medicine yesterday, so he put it in his pocket and took it to bed.

He sat on the bed, put the U disk in his hand and looked at it for a while, and found that the red indicator light was flashing on the upper right corner of the U disk.

Jiang Heng pressed it curiously.

Suddenly there was a whirlwind, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

[Welcome players to enter the instance...]

【Identity confirmation...】

【Number of participants: 4】

[Dungeon Name: Ghost School]

[Task: 1. Escape from birth 2. Find out the school seven years ago]

[Hint: Who is by your side? 】

A cold system prompt sounded in his head, Jiang Heng opened his eyes and found himself in a classroom.

He looked around, this classroom was very old, the walls were covered with moss and mildew.The light shining from the top of the head was extremely dim, flickering from time to time, making the sound of electric current.Several old electric fans hung from the ceiling, covered with dust.

The blackboard on the podium was tattered, and there was a particularly long and deep crack on it, as if it had been broken open with a saw.

The tables and chairs under the stage also maintained the same style. The corners of the wooden tables and chairs had been rotten and blackened, but they were barely usable.

Strangely, although the surrounding environment was dirty, all the tables and chairs were clean and spotless, as if they had been cleaned specially.Jiang Heng put his finger on it, not even a speck of dust.

Suddenly, the piercing ringing of the bell rang, circling hurriedly over the classroom, causing Jiang Heng's head to buzz.

Overhead, there was a slight cracking sound from the intermittently flashing incandescent lamp, and the classroom fell into dead darkness in an instant.

Jiang Heng tilted his head, and tentatively called, "Is anyone there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the incandescent lamps in the classroom suddenly turned bright again. They quietly shone with pale light and never flickered again.

Jiang Heng looked up at the incandescent lamps nailed to the ceiling in a daze, not understanding how they suddenly settled down.

The blinding light shone into his eyes, making him squint.Jiang Heng couldn't see why, but felt that his eyes hurt a little from the light.

Jiang Heng closed his eyes, and the light and shadow of the lights were still swaying in front of his eyes.He opened his eyes again and looked around. Through the small gray shadow, he was surprised to see that the classroom was suddenly full of people.

No, it can't be said that it was full of people, it should be full of paper figurines.

The bodies of paper figurines are light and thin, but they are drawn lifelike, from clothing to limbs and faces. If you only look at their front or back, you may even mistake them for three-dimensional real people.

The only fly in the ointment is that there are no eyes on their faces, and the parts where the eyes should be painted are blank, and the pale color is no different from white paper.

Jiang Heng looked left and right, and saw that the paper people were all sitting upright, as if they were good students who obeyed the rules, only a few textbooks were left on the table.

He felt that he couldn't be too out of place, so he sat upright with everyone, his arms neatly folded on the desk, and his back was straight.

"Students—class is over—" The classroom door opened with a creak, and a tall, thin figure appeared outside the door.

The teacher walked into the classroom with stiff steps, and the light hit his bloodless side face, adding a strange atmosphere.

The teacher held an invisible book in his arms, with his arms folded around his chest.His walking posture was slow and mechanical, as if every joint in his body was rusted, and Jiang Heng was worried that he would suddenly fall apart due to overwhelm.

Jiang Heng's eyes moved with the teacher's movement. He watched the teacher walk to the podium, bent down and put down the invisible textbook in his arms, then raised his head, showing his full face for the first time.

Half of the teacher's face was covered with pale skin, and the other half was covered with black burnt lines. Against the backdrop of black and white, his face became hideous.

"Stand up—" The teacher was old and eccentric, and the last word always dragged on for a long time, and then stopped abruptly.

The paper figures stood up at the same time, followed by Jiang Heng.

But because the paper man is very light, he will not drag the chair when he gets up, so he stands up quietly.

But Jiang Heng was different, he was a real ordinary person, so his sudden movement of getting up knocked the chair behind him away, and the chair legs rubbed against the ground, making an abrupt noise.

The paper figures who stood up collectively turned their heads, and their faces were all turned towards Jiang Heng, but there was a clear line of sight from the blank and aimless part of their faces, which made Jiang Heng feel as if he was really being stared at by the eyes of the whole group .

The teacher on the podium also caught this noise. He stared straight at Jiang Heng, as if he was angry because of his behavior of disrupting the classroom order.

Jiang Heng lowered his head shyly, and looked at everyone with stealthy eyes, feeling a little guilty for his troublesome behavior.

"Teacher, I'm sorry. I have affected everyone, and I am willing to go out and stand for punishment." Jiang Heng's conscience was disturbed, and he offered to be punished.

His clear and powerful confession sounded in the classroom, and the guilt in his words spread to the teacher's ears, making the facial features on his ferocious face tangled together, making it even more terrifying.

"Sit down—" the teacher didn't answer Jiang Heng, and continued to follow the flow of the class.

Jiang Heng's expression was lost, and his curled eyelashes drooped down in frustration.He felt that he might be hated by the teacher, and he couldn't get the teacher's forgiveness even if he admitted his mistake.

"Open the textbook - we will explain today - how to use balances and weights to measure the weight of objects -"

The teacher took out a rusty balance from nowhere, and several weights that were also covered in rust, and placed them heavily on the table.

"Then—let's ask the classmate who violated the discipline just now—come up and weigh two fingers—"

The teacher looked at Jiang Heng, and laughed out his white fangs. The scorched half of his face suddenly twisted, thin blood vessels burst out from under the scorched skin, and his fangs and claws were exposed in the air, which was extremely terrifying.

The teacher spread his hand to signal Jiang Heng to come up and answer the question.

Jiang Heng looked at the scales and weights on the podium, and saw clearly that they were not covered with rust, but oxidized black blood, and there was nothing else on the podium except the scales and weights.

He stood up gracefully: "Good teacher!"

As long as the subject is done correctly, the teacher will definitely forgive him!

Jiang Heng thought, with a confident smile, he walked up to the podium with his head held high.