Today I scare non-humans again [Unlimited]

Yan Junhao leaned closer to Jiang Heng, naturally leaned against Jiang Heng's shoulder, and turned his head to look at the seat card in his hand.

"It should be the principal's office." Yan Junhao replied flatly.

A numbness that cannot be ignored came from where the shoulders met, and Yan Junhao's brow showed a little satisfaction, which quickly disappeared with restraint.

Jiang Heng glanced sideways at Yan Junhao, but found nothing, then turned to study the seat card in his hand.

The cool face of the card was turned over in the palm of his hand, and Jiang Heng's fingertips rubbed out a piece of paper concealedly glued to the inside of the seat stand.

"On the bookshelf on the west side, the third column from top to bottom, and the sixth book from left to right." Jiang Heng unfolded the note.

"West side? That should be the bookshelf on the right." Yan Junhao said.

Hearing this, Jiang Heng put the seat card back on the desk, and held the note in his hand.

"Is it the bookshelf over here?" He walked to the bookshelf on the right and turned to ask Yan Junhao.

"Yes." Yan Junhao followed, affirming.

Jiang Heng glanced at the third column of the bookshelf, stood on tiptoe, and planned to take down the sixth book in the third column.

He stretched out his arm, but his fingertips could barely touch the bottom of the spine of the book. Just as he was trying to try again, a hand with long knuckles stretched out and helped him remove the book.

"All right."

Yan Junhao held Jiang Heng between his arms, his hoarse and magnetic voice seemed to be bewitching.

Jiang Heng's sensitive ears were scratched red by the breathing of the person behind him, and his legs were already slightly weak before he knew it.

Yan Junhao noticed Jiang Heng's cute reaction, and couldn't help laughing out loud, his chest trembling.

Jiang Heng raised his hands and squeezed Fan's ears, but his heartbeat and breathing were inexplicably jolted by Yan Junhao's low laugh.

He pinched his earlobe, trying to calm himself down.

I don't know if it's because he hasn't recovered from the cold, so he's dizzy.Jiang Heng bit his lower lip, working hard on his brain that was somewhat rusted by Yan Junhao's breathing.

Yan Junhao stood up, no longer wrapping people in his arms, he passed the book in his hand with a calm demeanor, the eagerness in his eyes was perfectly concealed.

"Give."

Jiang Heng breathed out quietly, and reached out to take it: "Thank you."

The fingertips of the two overlapped for a moment, and Jiang Heng withdrew his hand like an electric shock. He took a step back and touched the bookshelf with his back.

Yan Junhao smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry." He withdrew his hand, his movements were gentlemanly and graceful.

Looking at Yan Junhao's gentle smile, Jiang Heng was puzzled for a moment, almost thinking that Yan Junhao was Curlivi from the previous dungeon.

He shook his head, dismissing the ridiculous thought.

Maybe it's just that game designers prefer such characters.

Jiang Heng found a reason to fool himself, and then flipped through the book in his hand with peace of mind.

"Love is punishment." Jiang Heng slowly read the inscription on the title page, and then turned the page backwards.

"Sugar and the whip are indispensable. But only the sugar nourished from the whip is the sweetest."

"A person's desire to study can only be stimulated in a desperate situation."

"Only through suffering and torture can we know the value of studying."

Yan Junhao stood in the shadows where the lights couldn't reach, his expression was blurred, and the hands hanging by his sides were tightly clenched into fists.

After Jiang Heng finished reading, he frowned and disagreed with the views in the book: "This kind of statement is too extreme. Not everyone can firmly believe in adversity. This kind of education method will only destroy students."

He closed the book forcefully to express his dissatisfaction.

The closing sound of the book was dull and heavy, and a pale golden light suddenly flashed across the originally dull book cover.

Jiang Heng was attracted by the light and looked down.

There were a few strange golden characters on the cover that had no handwriting, which looked familiar but couldn't make out what was written.

"What is this?" Jiang Heng frowned.

He observed carefully for a moment, and then had a flash of inspiration: "This looks like mirror text."

"Mirror... mirror... here it is!" Jiang Heng muttered, looking for a mirror in the office, and finally found a folding mirror on the desk.

He opened the mirror and set it up, and the mirror clearly reflected the original appearance of the golden characters.

"The confinement room behind the sea of ​​books."

Jiang Heng subconsciously looked at the tall bookshelves full of books all around, and only then noticed that Yan Junhaoju was still standing in the shadow of the bookshelves.

"Junhao? Why don't you come over?" Jiang Heng asked in confusion.

Yan Junhao raised his head in the shadows, and smiled at Jiang Heng: "I have found the entrance to the confinement room."

Jiang Heng was immediately distracted, he ran to Yan Junhao's side, and asked expectantly, "Where is it?"

Yan Junhao stretched out his hand, covered an inconspicuous protrusion on the side of the bookshelf with his palm, and then pressed down lightly.

The bookshelf moved forward slowly, leaving a deep and dark entrance.

Jiang Heng glanced inside, and stretched out his hand to Yan Junhao: "It's so dark inside, let's hold hands."

Yan Junhao looked at the dimples on Jiang Heng's cheeks that came out unconsciously, and ironed in his heart: "Yes."

Jiang Heng stepped into the confinement room first, and Yan Junhao was pulled to follow.

The bookshelf began to slowly return to its original position, and Yan Junhao looked back at the folding mirror still standing on the desk.

The folding mirror quietly reflected Jiang Heng's dim back shrouded in darkness, but Yan Junhao who was following behind him was nowhere to be seen.

Yan Junhao's pupils turned red, his eyes were cold and frightening.

The bookshelf is closed.

The confinement room was suddenly lit up with a pale, dim light, and the light was switched too quickly, causing Jiang Heng's eyes to be shrouded in shadows.

He blinked hard, finally able to see his surroundings clearly.

The confinement room was small and closed, and the stagnant and closed air made it difficult to breathe.

Perhaps because of the years, the white walls of the confinement room were covered with many stains, and one was particularly conspicuous.

Jiang Heng saw that the surroundings were still bright, so he let go of Yan Junhao's hand, and walked to the front of the line of blood to read.

Yan Junhao regretted it in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and followed him consciously.

"I want to go home." Jiang Heng softly read the blood on the wall.

He vaguely felt the pain buried under the deep blood, and frowned slightly.

Before Jiang Heng finished speaking, a bloody handprint was suddenly slapped next to the line of bloody words, and then countless bloody handprints were densely printed on the wall accompanied by the penetrating sound of slapping the wall.

The howling of the undead came from inside the wall, and the sobbing sound was hidden in it, begging weakly: "I want to go home, let me go home, go home, go home—"

Jiang Heng's scalp was numb from being shouted, and he couldn't help kicking the wall.

The howling and slapping the wall stopped in unison.

"You say it one by one, I can't hear you at all!" Jiang Heng said angrily, his cheeks swollen slightly and his appearance was vivid and cute.

Yan Junhao silently withdrew his outstretched hand.

Well, as expected of Xiaoheng.

After a while of silence, a shrill voice said, "I'll open the door for you, let us out."

As soon as the words fell, a door-shaped breach suddenly appeared on the wall in front of Jiang Heng that was stained red with bloody handprints.

Inside the breach was another closed room. Jiang Heng looked around and saw no other entrances and exits.

"Do you want to go in?" Yan Junhao asked.

Jiang Heng clenched his fists: "If you want to go in, you must do what you promise to others."

Yan Junhao chuckled lightly: "Then let's go."

The two walked in, and the lights in the room seemed to sense their entry and turned on instantly.

The hole in the wall behind him roared back to life, and the wall returned to its integrity, as if it had never been broken.

Jiang Heng and Yan Junhao looked around, but found that the room was empty and there was nothing there.

Jiang Heng opened his mouth to talk to Yan Junhao, but the lights in the room suddenly went out.

Darkness and silence shrouded together, making it difficult to breathe.

The sudden darkness couldn't affect Yan Junhao in the slightest, his gaze vaguely depicted Jiang Heng's facial features.

"Xiaoheng." Yan Junhao's voice was low and hoarse, like a whisper between lovers.

"Huh?" Jiang Heng's confused little nasal voice was too soft in the darkness, making Yan Junhao's blood boil with itching.

"Can I hug you?"