Seriously, since entering the dungeon with Kou Dong until now, they have seen too many eccentric NPCs, which is not unusual.

But to this degree of eccentricity, it was as if they could not see the two big breathing men in their eyes at all, and they only spoke to one person... This was the first time.

The police said, "These are all students from your school, right?"

"Um."

The young man hummed lightly, but his eyes were still only looking. His pupils are extremely pale, different from the dark brown of ordinary people, and they are hidden behind a thin layer of lenses. When looking at people, he always has an indescribable sense of alienation.

When in school, this person also smiles slightly. Outside the school, it is more like a breathing statue, only the eyes are burning with fire.

He nodded gently at the policeman, and he naturally covered Kou Dong's shoulder with one hand.

"Now that the procedure is over, I'll take my students back."

The police did not object and waved at him.

"If there is a problem in the future, I'm afraid I will have to trouble these little classmates."

The psychiatrist used some strength in his hand and said in a low voice, "Let's go. - My car is parked at the door."

It is already early morning, and there is a looming silver line on the dark blue sky. Before long, the fiery red sun will jump out from under the line, completely hatching the dawn.

The young man opened the co-pilot's door, nodded slightly, and motioned Kou Dong to enter.

Kou Dong glanced back, and just wanted to tell Song Hong and the two to get in the car too, when he saw the two consciously opened the back seat door and got in early, without waiting for the NPC to come to open the door in person. Intend.

Obviously, they know very well that they are a car rubbish, and they don't have this kind of treatment. Seeing Kou Dong looking over, Song Hong returned a surprised look, as if he couldn't figure out why he didn't come in yet.

Kou Dong: "..."

His friends are getting used to the double standard of NPCs.

I used to have doubts before, but now don't even have doubts.

The psychology teacher put down the handbrake and stepped on the accelerator.

"Scared?" he asked, glancing at the seat next to him.

Kou Dong thought for a while and replied, "It's okay."

In fact, when saw it for the first time, was really intimidated. Seeing a photo in a newspaper is nothing like seeing someone alive and dead at the scene - let alone a familiar person you just met during the day.

It is only when things are happening around you that you can create a sense of urgency in your life. Otherwise, listening to more is nothing but other people's stories.

The psychology teacher smiled, wondering if it was Kou Dong's delusion, he vaguely felt the other person's gaze moved down a bit, more like staring at his feet - then the gaze turned away again, and the young teacher turned the steering wheel , slender fingers tapped slightly, as if casually saying: "That's good."

While waiting for the red light, he reached over with one hand and turned the music player button.

"If you see something you shouldn't watch during the day, why don't you listen to some music? Soothe your mood."

The sound of music quickly echoed in the car. It was a tune Kou Dong had never heard before. don't know what the instrument is, the melody is really slow and soft, and the female voice in the background sings in a low voice, can't understand the lyrics, but it doesn't look like Chinese.

Playing music in the confined space was like soaking in the hot spring water in the cold winter, which made Song Hong somewhat relaxed. They were all tense at first, and felt that there were many strange things about this teacher, but now the shoulders slowly loosened, and the flesh of the whole body seemed to be soft from being beaten, and they almost collapsed on the back seat.

The psychologist glanced at them in the rearview mirror.

"it works?"

"It's useful," Song Hong let out a comfortable babble from his throat and murmured, "It's really useful..."

Kou Dong frowned, looked at A Xue sitting behind him, and nodded in agreement, obviously feeling relaxed from this song.

"Is there a sound source?" Song Hong barely propped himself up and took out his mobile phone, "Teacher, if there is a sound source, please send it to us..."

Kou Dong's brows furrowed even tighter.

Song Hong and A Xue in his memory were both cautious people. This is not the first time the two of them have entered the game, and it is absolutely impossible to ask the NPC for something casually.

After all, NPCs aren't people, and you can't be sure of what he's handing you.

Is it a prop that can help you, or a death scythe that can claim your life, who can say.

The psychology teacher was unexpectedly easy to talk at this moment, and agreed.

"Okay, I'll send it to you."

It happened to be a red light, he took out his mobile phone and was about to send—

Suddenly, a passionate prelude to The Internationale rang out in the car, causing several people to shiver.

Under the chorus of male and female voices in unison, the soft and delicate female voice was quickly suppressed, and the majestic singing of "Get up, slaves in hunger and cold" echoed throughout the carriage.

It was really destructive and majestic, and under such a battle, there was no scum left behind that was soon oppressed.

Song Hong raised his eyes blankly, as if he was a little awake, but his expression was still a little strange, "What's the matter?"

Kou Dong put away the phone as if nothing had happened, and said, "It's alright, alarm clock."

"...?"

Both Song Hong's faces were filled with confusion.

Take this tune and use it as an alarm clock?

Brother, you are really awesome, not afraid of being scared to death by the voice of a group of people suddenly ringing in your ear in the morning?

The corner of the psychology teacher's mouth twitched slightly, but he gave him a deep look.

"Like this kind of song?"

Kou Dong looked at him sincerely, "No way, who made me the successor of socialism? I still have to have this kind of consciousness, otherwise how will the motherland develop?"

"..."

The psychology teacher was stunned by this sentence, and he basically didn't say a word for the rest of the way, and silently sent them back to the dormitory. When he got off the bus, Kou Dongcai said, "Teacher?"

The man put one hand on the steering wheel and looked at him.

"Um?"

"Don't you have anything to tell us," Kou Dong said, carefully observing the expression on his face, "For example, how can we avoid this murderer?"

The psychologist stared at him, light amber eyes shining behind thin lenses.

After a while, he raised the corners of his mouth.

"How do I know that," the man replied, "after all—"

His face was cut by light, one side was bright and the other was dark, and his voice had a strange sense of bewitchment.

"I'm not that murderer."

After the car drove away, three people were sprayed with exhaust gas.

Song Hong was blowing in the cool wind for a long time, and now he woke up completely, and also began to feel that something was wrong. "The song just now seemed a little strange, and it was very comfortable to listen to... It seems that I have lost all my vigilance."

Shu Tan is of course a good thing in real life, but now they have to be careful in the game dungeon at all times, and take off their guards in front of important NPCs, which is definitely not a good thing.

Thinking like this, he almost got goosebumps, and patted Kou Dong's shoulder heavily.

"Brother, thanks to you."

Among the three, Kou Dong was the only one who wasn't bewitched by that voice.

Kou Dong said: "It's not necessary to be polite. But that voice doesn't work for me, it must not be without a reason."

There is only one reason to explain that Kou Dong did not meet the conditions for this rule to work. Something he has that others don't; or something that other people do and he doesn't.

His eyes looked back and forth between Song Hong and A Xue, and suddenly he saw the little girl trembling all over, his eyes suddenly condensed, and his expression became strange, as if mixed with hatred. He turned his head to follow the little girl's eyes, and saw the scar of the knife who was smoking at the entrance of the corridor.

Scar's room is on the first floor. When woke up in the early morning, couldn't help but smoke a cigarette, and the cigarette butts were clenched in fingers, and one after another, gray smoke rings were spit out.

The way he put out the cigarette is also different from others. Instead of throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and stepping on it with his foot, he pressed the cigarette against the wall, leaving a black and gray round mark.

Aware of the gazes of the three, Scar turned his face over, and said in a vicious voice, "What are you looking at?"

Kou Dong looked at him carefully, and didn't see anything wrong with him.

He turned his head and wanted to ask the two friends, but unexpectedly saw Song Hong also staring at the man, his expression was completely different from A Xue, more like...

More like jealousy.

After this thought came out, Kou Dong's heart suddenly sank heavily.

After entering the dungeon, Kou Dong also had guesses about the content of this game. His understanding of "seeing is not believing" is not exactly the same as others. In Kou Dong's view, this should point to another rule.

is the heart.

What the eyes cannot confirm, only the heart can confirm.

And what is connected with the heart?

A mood, or an emotion.

From the clues we have now, it seems that all the victims had more or less emotional fluctuations before they died. Either be blamed or be deceived.

And Song Hong's mood swings lie in A Xue. He has been in the game with the little girl for a long time, and some of the emotions he has generated are not even noticed by him, and he has long been used to taking care of her and being taken care of by her. A Xue has a cold temper and never talks nonsense with others, whether it is with NPCs or players.

Therefore, Song Hong's emotion has never been triggered before.

After entering this dungeon, the little girl showed a strange concern about the scar, and Song Hong's emotions erupted.

This is actually a small introduction point that should not have major consequences. But in the game, everything becomes uncertain. All the tiny emotions seem to be infinitely magnified with the help of NPCs, swallowing people's hearts and turning them into empty, colorless dead things.

- And what about Ash?

Where is Axue's emotional introduction point?

Kou Dong waved his hand in front of them, and with a little effort, he recalled the souls of the two. He looked at the two of them and asked Song Hong first, "Why do you look at him?"

Song Hong was even more surprised than he was.

"Who are you looking at?" he said blankly, "I didn't look at anyone...Aren't we talking?"

Kou Dong didn't answer, and turned to Axue again, "Why are you looking at him?"

A Xue's expression was much more serious, and she gritted her teeth.

"I know him."

This statement did not surprise Kou Dong. The little girl is someone who can control her heart. The reason why she reacts at the very beginning is that she has forged an introduction outside the game.

What he cares more about is, "When was it confirmed?"

This, to some extent, determines the timing of this emotion.

A Xue said, "Just now."

She stared at the black-and-grey wall.

"Marks like that... I've seen it many times."

Song Hong on the side was still saying, "Who do I look at? Who do I look at? Look at that scar? - What's so beautiful about the scar! I didn't look"

Kou Dong listened to him beep hard, and then said to him, "Play a game?"

Song Hong: "...Playing games?"

"I say the name, you say the first impression," Kou Dong said calmly. "Don't think about it, it's all about your subconscious. Can you do it?"

There is nothing that can't be done, Song Hong is simply inexplicable.

"Come on, what's this?"

Kou Dong: "Banana?"

Song Hong didn't think about it, "Sweet."

"moon?"

"Yellow."

"Chair?"

"You can sit."

...

After asking several questions one after another, Song Hong answered immediately. In the end, Kou Dong stared at him and threw out his last word, "Scar."

Song Hong's body trembled slightly. His mouth opened, and he couldn't help but spit out the first answer he thought of, "Kill him."

After speaking, even he was stunned.

"killed……"

How could this be what he said!

Kou Dong looked at A Xue, and the little girl said calmly, "Don't ask, I answered the same way."

She turned her face to the entrance of the corridor, where it was already empty and no one was there.

The little girl was silent for two seconds, then laughed.

"It's good," she said, "he actually hid here and bumped into my handshe also bumped into my hands one day!"

The anxiety in Kou Dong's heart became heavier, and he fixedly looked at her. The little girl smiled and clapped her hands. She laughed for a long time before she raised her eyes and looked at Kou Dong.

"It's okay," she said, "I'm not like this guy next to me, I'm sober—"

"Even if it's not affected, I'll want to kill him."

She did not reveal the identity of Scar, and Kou Dong did not ask. With system rules, he can't really understand what's going on outside the game.

But the thoughts from "Collection of Life" re-entered Kou Dong's mind, Axue understands the evil in the world very clearly.

What kind of person can understand this? Unless she has experienced it herself.

In his dazed time, the little girl asked again, "Which room does he live in?"

Kou Dong: "?"

Kou Dong: "Ask him where he lives-"

He wanted to ask what he was doing, but when he saw the other party, he was taken aback. A Xue just took out a large steel knife with a cold light from the luggage compartment, and now it was resting on her thin shoulder, her eyes still looking at the entrance of the corridor.

"Do you know which one? I'll go in now."

Kou Dong: "..."

Kou Dong: "..."

Kou Dong: "………………"

It's not that he said that, sister - but you're a little too aggressive!

The author has something to say:

A Xue: A hundred causes will have an effect, your retribution is me!

Kou Dong:  …

The script is wrong, sister, the script is wrong!