Being attacked, Tang Xinjue was not surprised.

Use the head to clear the level in advance, the most favorable time is the beginning of the level. In the last level, many informers were still adapting to the game, so they chose to hide and wait for an environment suitable for shooting.

This level, however, was given such an environment at the very beginning.

The game forces everyone to be on the balcony, and the attention is drawn to the one-minute task, which makes it difficult to resist attacks in a hurry, let alone identify the attacker.

Looking up, the two attack skills came from the left and right directions, one was a short and sharp ice cone, and the other was a mist like a black snake.

The former is obviously an indiscriminate group attack, while the latter is more targeted and faster.

Tang Xinjue didn't dodge directly, but as if he didn't notice any danger at all, when he flipped his wrist and raised his cloak, the black cloth rolled out of the air out of thin air.

With a barely audible sound, the airflow collided with the ice cone head-on. The latter was "scraped" and deflected, but instead collided with the black mist!

With a hissing sound, the burning smell spread in the air.

"Heart Secret..."

Zheng Wanqing was pulled back just as she was about to open the window and go out to help. Zhang You motioned to keep silent: "Don't disturb her."

After turning around again, Tang Xinjue pulled her hands away, and the corner of the cloak was already draped over the clothes drying pole.

In front of her, two attacks stopped outside the guardrail. The black fog was blocked, making a hissing sound like a small snake spitting out a letter, but in an instant, the ice pick had been eroded to only a small piece.

It seems that the object of the erosion is wrong, the black mist pauses for a moment, and it turns its tail and hisss to find other breaths. Just when he successfully found the target, a crisp finger snap sounded from Tang Xinjue's hand.

The black fog stopped again.

The environment hasn't changed, but it can't catch the breath of its prey.

Tang Xinjue was just in front of him, calming down, but the black mist seemed to have lost his sense of power. But its orders made it necessary to attack, and after a silent pause, it continued to bite the ice pick.

The ice cone completely melted, and the black mist also entangled in it and disappeared into the air.

At the same time, Tang Xinjue also put up the other corner of the cloak, and with a tug on both sides, the clothes were completely covered on the drying pole.

From the beginning to the end, from the outside, she seemed to have done nothing, just put on a dress smoothly.

[You have successfully set up your clothes, and the sun will dry it soon. You think you're done, and you're ready to go back to your bedroom contentedly, but just then, you find out...]

The sound of the task prompt stopped abruptly in my ears.

Before he could think about it, Tang Xinjue heard exclamations from outside—the whistleblower's indiscriminate attacks had already fallen like raindrops, accompanied by the sound of doors and windows opening and closing, overlapping and chaotic.

"Is it over? It only took seven seconds!"

Guo Guo couldn't hide her excitement and slapped her thigh, but she couldn't help grinning because of the pain.

At this moment, a swoosh came from the other side of the balcony, causing everyone in 606 to turn their heads.

The window of 605 was opened, and the two girls got out of it timidly. They buried their heads and didn't say hello to them, and rushed directly under the clothes pole to dry their cloaks. They also took the clothes drying fork, but the soaked cloak fished out of the rain was very heavy. As soon as it was put up, the clothes drying fork was almost dropped downstairs. The two girls were so frightened that they hurriedly tore off the cloak and switched to using it. Throwing hands on poles.

Tang Xinjue silently glanced at them, then looked away.

The ice pick just now was indeed a large-scale attack, and more than one whistleblower chose to do so. Under the defense of each candidate, at least dozens of ice picks fell from the floors, along with rockets, stones... and even colorful beetles.

Some of their targets are random, while others are aimed at a certain floor. Although a group attack can hardly cause fatal injuries, it is inevitable that unlucky candidates will be recruited.

On the third floor opposite, there was a boy clutching his chest and fell to the ground, with a pool of bright red on his chest.

Take advantage of the sickness to kill! At the same time, there were at least three skills vying to fly towards him, and the boy's eyes widened and he said, "Are you putting this on to grab people's heads?!"

Before the attack hit him, he rolled on a donkey and dodged, scolding and crawling into the dormitory.

Of course, the informer refused to let this opportunity go, only to hear a sudden sound of breaking through the air, and a huge ice cone with the thickness of an arm glowed with a cold light, and stabbed straight at it!

The boy patted the ground and shouted: "Hero help!"

The shield came in response to the wind, blocking the blow of the ice pick. Looking along the trajectory, the long-haired girl in 307 of Building B sat cross-legged on the guardrail with a cold face, her cloak fluttering gently behind her.

When she saw the boy who was being chased and killed, the long-haired girl was startled: "Why are you again?"

In the 606 bedroom, Zheng Wanqing also asked this sentence: "Why are they again?"

Although she has been immersed in papers all the year round, and has developed a written memory second only to Tang Xinjue, she is half face blind when it comes to recognizing people. But she also recognized that the boy on the opposite side was screaming miserably at the beginning of the game, holding a white flag and surrendering.

At this moment, this unlucky boy is rolling on the ground. The shield blocked the ice pick, but it didn't block the bugs sneaking in from behind.

A piebald spider was smashed from the arm by the boy screaming and thrown out, and he flashed into the bedroom with his hands and feet.

About ten seconds later, the game counted, and a new student died.

Everyone: ... this is too unfortunate!

Tang Xinjue gently tapped her fingers on the guardrail, her gaze outside 303 had no emotion, and she turned her eyes away after watching it for a moment.

The field is complicated and exciting, and she can see it all from her point of view: the dormitory of mental power has sent cautious ordinary candidates out to hang their clothes, and the same is true for the masked man's dormitory. The boy who came out to hang his clothes was as pale as paper, his hands still Slight trembling.

Tang Xinjue saw that on the boy's wrist was a silver bracelet with a cold breath.

The shield flew back quickly, and was held by the long-haired girl with a thud. Once again, no one was caught, and the girl jumped from the guardrail into the balcony with a cold face, only to find the new boy next to her.

Perhaps remembering that a roommate was sacrificed in this dormitory not long ago, her face softened: "Do you need help?"

The boy's hands and feet froze, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything and hung up his cloak in silence.

The long-haired girl just thought he was too cautious and scared, so she didn't speak anymore, and turned her head to push the window and enter the room.

"Wait! That..."

The boy who had finished the task suddenly called out to her, his face seemed to turn a little paler when he opened his mouth, he glanced into the window if he didn't know what to do, and his voice trembled: "I..."

"Yueqiong I x your horse!!!"

A scream of rage and rage exploded from a distance, interrupting them.

The shouting came from the bottom floor, a fat boy with dyed yellow hair was half-kneeling on the balcony, with blue veins on his hands covering his neck: "You horse, you curse me? We are all informers, I I didn't even shoot at you when I stepped on the horse, are you going to kill me??"

He stretched out his hand towards the top, and the frost quickly condensed and formed in the palm of his hand, turning into a huge icicle that seemed to be shot out, but failed.

After a few breaths, he rolled his eyes and swallowed, his body collapsed, revealing the curse pattern on his neck.

At the same moment, all the ice picks on the field disappeared without a trace, and there was only a fixed and cold reminder of the system: a new death candidate was added.

...

"This dead person is a whistleblower, and the one who killed him is also a whistleblower. Can the whistleblower kill the whistleblower?"

"So the whistleblower who murdered with a curse is called Yue Qiong. Does anyone know him? Can you find the location?"

"Why are you looking at me? My skills are elementary fortune-telling. Just knowing the name is useless. You can tell me his birthday and do the math for you."

The unseen death of the whistleblower has caused unprecedented waves.

But what is even more incomprehensible is why the Curse Skiller chose candidates from the same faction and acquaintance to start? Did you have a grudge before?

"...I didn't kill it."

In dormitory 308, a boy wearing a black mask was sitting on a chair. Rarely, he pinched the center of his eyebrows with his fingers. His eyebrows, which had always been crescents, were a little dry: "I said I didn't kill you, but I don't understand?"

The room was eerily quiet, and a boy standing beside him whispered, "It's definitely not you who killed it, it's Pan Long who is stupid and admits his mistake. As for the pattern, there may be other people who have awakened to the same ability... No, you are sure are unique, they are redeemable..."

The more he spoke, the more unclear it became. There was cold sweat oozing out from his head. Seeing that Yue Qiong was about to look over, he quickly changed the subject: "Haozi is still standing outside! He, why didn't he come in, so he wouldn't be discovered by the girls next to him? ?"

Yue Qiong's eyebrows moved suddenly, and his fingers slowly lowered: "This IQ is not enough to discover anything."

"But if it's the other one, if her IQ is high enough." The boy's eyebrows and eyes arched again: "...I seem to know how Pan Long died."

Ding dong!

The sudden prompt from the mobile phone startled everyone. After seeing that the countdown to the task was zero, the heated discussion stopped temporarily.

Everyone was eager to find the informant, and at the same time they were worried that the game would be tricky and tricky at any time. The spirits were almost tense to the extreme, and even the sound of breathing could hardly be heard in the air.

However, for a long while, there was no change in the surroundings, and the game did not give any hints for the next step, which made people a little overwhelmed.

After two interruptions in a row, no matter how calm people are, they can't stand it, not to mention those who are already grumpy.

The long-haired girl who was at the door of 307 like a door god held her arms, the tip of her tongue was against her cheeks, her eyebrows were almost twisted into twists, and she noticed the boy in the next bedroom who was still standing stupidly, and asked patiently, "You What did you just say?"

The boy came back to his senses, and his eyes fell on her with no focus. don't know if it was because of the sun, it seemed to be a little red.

However, before the long-haired girl could take a closer look, there were two knocks on the balcony window of 308.

The two strokes, neither light nor heavy, caused the boy's body to shake violently, quickly grabbed the bracelet on his right hand, and walked back into the room without saying a word.

"Hey," the long-haired girl watched him enter: "Aren't you going to say anything?"

boom. The only answer to her was the sound of the window being closed.

Long-haired girl: "..."

She turned her head expressionlessly, feeling that the light outside was so oppressive that she wanted to cut something to vent.

Forget it, go to hell, she shouldn't come out!

She twisted her body and was about to go back, but the girl's movements stopped abruptly, her hand holding the shield tightened, and her whole body showed a vigilant attitude ready to attack.

Because in her own ears, she heard the voice of a girl who never belonged to the neighborhood.

The voice said, "Don't enter the house."

"There's something on the balcony."