Not to mention an hour, it only takes a few minutes from waking up to the moment of dying, and there is obviously a problem with the display time of the mobile phone.

Signaling the roommate to be quiet, Tang Xinjue counted in a low voice:

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5..."

In the fifth second, the time jumped to 9:01. After another five seconds, the screen changed to 9:02.

Zheng Guo held their breath and their pupils contracted. What's the situation?

"It can be seen from this," Tang Xinjue put down the phone and concluded, "The flow of time in the test is about 12 times faster than the real time."

From 8:00 am to 8:00 pm, on the surface, it is 12 hours, but in fact, there is only one hour left for them to act!

- To be more precise, if it was just 5 minutes removed, now there are only 55 minutes left.

At this time, even if the dormitory can be searched in a carpet-like manner, it may not be possible to figure out what Xiaohong wants, not to mention that Zhang You's whereabouts are now unknown, and there are only three people left.

Guo Guo's expression collapsed: "This game is too tricky!! So what can we do now?"

"You can't be blind like a headless fly. Just like doing a question, you must first clarify the logic and entry point of the question."

However, Tang Xinjue calmed down. She took out a piece of paper and wrote two words: Xiaohong, dormitory.

There is a line between Xiaohong and the bedroom. "It can be seen from the title that Xiaohong is a member of our bedroom. There are her lost items and her desk here. When night falls, she will walk around the bedroom."

Guo Guo gave a cold war, and shrank her neck to listen carefully.

Tang Xinjue drew a circle on the line: "In this case, Xiaohong will definitely leave traces of her life in the dormitory. Maybe it's daily necessities, maybe it's other clues, if you find these things, you can further decipher Xiaohong's identity information. "

In the test questions and prompts, words such as "Xiaohong has a boyfriend" and "Xiaohong loves cleanliness" are mentioned. If Xiaohong's information is not important, these prompts will not be given.

The initial action was determined, and the three immediately set off for action.

Because everyone knows their own things best, the three first searched for their own beds, desks, wardrobes and wash areas. Once they found things they had never seen before, most of them were related to "Xiaohong".

"Be careful when you look for it."

Tang Xinjue lowered her eyes, "After all, Xiaohong doesn't like her desk being messed up."

Zheng Wanqing responded quickly and continued to move like a fly, but Guo Guo was stunned for a moment, and seemed to realize something.

For a time, there were only desks and chairs moving and rummaging sounds in the room. About five minutes later, Guo Guo suddenly heard a depressing exclamation: "I have an extra notebook here!"

Guo Guo shivered and pointed to the small bookshelf beside her desk, on which was a dark red notebook with half of its cover exposed. Obviously, Guo Guo was too scared to take it out when he found it, so he only took out half of it.

Tang Xinjue came over and took it out. The skin touched the cover, and she could feel the abnormally low temperature on it, which reminded her of the white monster last night, which was also cold and cold... Is this what ghosts and monsters in the game have in common?

Opening the inner page, on the first page, there is a picture of a crooked matchstick figure, wearing a skirt, with long hair hanging down to his thighs, with obvious features.

"Looks like Xiaohong herself."

Tang Xinjue turned to the second page, with a few lines scrawled on it.

[901 I'm so nervous about going on a date. What if (crossed out) I don't like it? My roommate advised me to prepare well, oh, they are so sweet, my roommate is the best roommate in the world. ]

next page.

[902 I went bankrupt and bought cosmetics online. I don’t know how to use it. I can only sit in front of the mirror and cry. My roommates are far away and can’t come to help me with makeup. Are they intentional? He must be trying to make me a fool, see me laughing! Nasty bitch! I will punish them...]

Next page.

[903 Well, they have already paid the price, forgive them for the time being. ]

[By the way, I'm going on a date with (crossed out) tonight, I have to prepare well. My roommate said that they would help me remember things, and if I lost it, I would just ask them. Oh, they are so caring. My roommate is the best roommate in the world. ]

... After reading the last sentence, several people invariably complained in their hearts: I believe in you.

Oh, no, this one seems like a real ghost.

Turning back again, the following pages are blank, and the record is interrupted.

The air was silent for two seconds, and Guo Guo suddenly asked in a low voice, "We, what date is today?"

"September 4th."

"... Then isn't it today?"

According to the time in the diary, Xiaohong will write a new diary today. Combining the records of September 2, it is not difficult to infer that if Tang Xinjue and the others failed to find what Xiaohong had lost, they would be punished like the roommates who did not dress her up before.

What is the penalty content? Nobody knows.

Putting the notebook back in its original place, Tang Xinjue glanced at the time, 12 times the speed passed, and it was now 11:00 noon.

Zheng Wanqing made a grunt in her stomach, followed by Guo Guo, both of them looked embarrassed and looked at Tang Xinjue in a bit of a sense of bewilderment.

Tang Xinjue pressed the lower abdomen position: "I also feel very hungry, as if it's really been a long time."

If it was just a few hours last night and they didn't eat in the morning, they would still be able to bear it, but no one could bear it if they were hungry for a few meals in a row. Tang Xinjue did not hesitate, "Let's eat first."

Zheng Wanqing gritted her teeth, "You eat first, I can still support..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Tang Xinjue sway, and hurriedly rushed over to help her on the chair, "Are you alright!"

Tang Xinjue looked very thin and very malnourished, but at this moment his face was pale, as if the wind would disperse, and he was too weak. She raised her eyelids and whispered to reassure: "It's okay, I'm just a little low blood sugar, I just fainted."

Zheng Wanqing didn't listen at all, she hurriedly carried all the snacks on her table, and when she opened the bag, she was about to feed the bread into Tang Xinjue's mouth, "Guo Guo, why are you standing still? Are you feeling dizzy?"

"I'm really fine, just eat something, you don't have to worry about me..."

Tang Xinjue sighed helplessly at Zheng Wanqing's disbelief in her eyes, knowing that she was talking nonsense. After all, she is a weak willow and respectful, and her words are really unconvincing.

Besides, she did not feel very good just now. Checking the [Body Information], she saw that there was another negative attribute on it:

[Excessive hunger, health value -3]

Zheng Wanqing and Guo Guo also lost 5 and 7 health points. Guo Guo's health bar fell directly below the yellow line, changing from [Health] to [Minor Injury].

Guo Guo wanted to cry but had no tears, "How come my health bar drops so fast! Does anyone care about me!"

After tossing for a long time, Tang Xinjue, who looked the weakest, was actually the least damaged. After swallowing two butter buns, resting for less than a minute, he shook his head and stood up, "I'm fine, go ahead and continue."

In order to prevent the other two from not believing, she opened [Identity Information] and stretched forward. The hunger state had disappeared, and even the influence of san value had recovered, and the health bar was directly full to 100%.

Still gobbling down and fighting against the negative state: "...???"

Guo Guo: "God Jue, your appearance and physical fitness are definitely inversely proportional, right? My dear, Lin Daiyu is writing about you, right?"

"Have you ever seen Lin Daiyu with a toilet?" Tang Xinjue smiled and clapped her hands back to the closet.

Two double-door wardrobes are arranged at the entrance of the bedroom door, and the doors are marked with numbers 1 to 4. Perhaps in order to save the cramped length of the bedroom, the wardrobe is designed to be narrow and deep, and it is dark inside at first glance, and you need to put your head in to see the inside.

I didn't think there was anything before, but didn't realize until now that these deep corners all revealed a dangerous atmosphere that was enough to brew a horror movie. Tang Xinjue frowned, pressed the thought down temporarily, and concentrated on searching.

A few seconds later, she suddenly thought about it, and looked at the right corner of the cabinet along her intuition.

Although she hadn't seen it yet, she suddenly had a strong premonition telling her that there was a high probability of something there.

Suppressing heart palpitations, rummaged through clothes a few times. Sure enough, found a cold metal hard object. When pulled out hand, there was already a cell phone in palm.

"What is this, a cell phone?"

"You're stupid, this phone is not her in Xinjue's closet, it must be that little, Xiaohong! It's...why does it look so retro?"

The two ate half of the bread and hurried over, staring at each other.

No wonder Zheng Wanqing couldn't recognize her. She was wearing a pink rhinestone flip phone. The style and size were all designed many years ago. It looks like a toy if it doesn't work when opened.

Tang Xinjue pondered: "It seems that our roommate Xiaohong is a little early for school."

Just as there was no lock screen phone in that era, the interface lights up as soon as the phone is opened. There are no programs in it, just basic phone calls, text messages, and cameras.

"There is no network signal, but there is a communication signal."

Open the address book, there are only four contacts in it, the mobile phone number is displayed as a mess of garbled characters, and only the remarks can barely be seen.

In black characters on a white background, there are four remarks in sequence: "Dear, my best friend Xiaolu, a counselor, and a supermarket owner."

Tang Xinjue read the notes one by one, raised his eyebrows, and before he could say anything, something in his hand suddenly vibrated.

"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding—"

On the screen of the mobile phone, a strange call reminder appeared.

"Fucao, the ghost is calling?" Guo Guo pulled Zheng Wanqing and ducked back, as if being too frightened had become a conditioned reflex, and her eyes were full of fear, "You won't answer, will you?"

At this moment, in her mind, there are a hundred ways to die, led by the midnight bell. But seeing Tang Xinjue lowered her eyes and thought for two seconds, she still clicked to answer.

"Beep-beep"

"Hey, hey, can you hear me?"

Accompanied by rapid breathing, a familiar but anxious voice came from the other end of the phone. w, please keep in mind:,