"If we really met before, does it mean that I entered the world of advent when I was fifteen years old?" Xiao Lan said.

The boy in the school uniform lowered his head and meditated. The sunlight outside the window coated his outline with a soft halo, like an oil painting that had been deliberately conceived by an artist and outlined with delicate brushstrokes.

He turned to look at Luo again: "But then I kept living in the real world. What happened after that? How did I get back, and why were you sealed in the envelope?"

Luo looked at the young man in front of him, the young man's eyes were clean and clear, just as he remembered.

The difference from his memory is that the original ignorance and fear are gone in his eyes, and there is a firmness and indifference that has been polished by the years, which makes him so different.

However, this is the look Luo is most familiar with.

The smile on the corner of Luo's mouth did not change: "I also want to know, maybe I won't know until my memory recovers more."

In the memories that belonged to Luo, most of the time he just sat there leisurely reading a book, and the only thing related to Xiao Lan was the last short meeting.

Luo had an intuition that this meeting might be a shock to the original him, changing some very crucial things.

He was really curious about what happened after that.

Because both of them still have class schedules, they didn't chat for long before they left.

——

Nothing special happened during the course during the day, as if it was really a peaceful and peaceful academy.

It's time for dinner.

On the plate are:

Tomato stewed yesterday's bread (which looked exactly the same as yesterday's hard enough to knock).

Chili Cookie Soup.

Watermelon Bacon Risotto.

It seems that today's theme is red.

The classmates sighed almost unanimously when they saw the meal, and then devoured these bizarre dishes that were written as a murder weapon.

Even players who are used to seeing strong winds and waves can't help but look bitter. Why are there few foods provided in the dungeons that come to the world that are normal?

Is it to urge players to clear the customs early and not be nostalgic?

To be fair, who would be nostalgic for such a place where they would burp their farts without knowing when?

Only Xiao Lan can eat to his heart's content without any psychological barriers.

The surrounding students looked at him with admiration.

If he is really a student here, it is estimated that he will become a new generation legend in the academy within a semester——

The man who did not change his face in the face of the big move in the cafeteria.

Xiao Lan just finished dinner.

The headmaster Mrs. Weld suddenly stood up, and she announced to the students: "Children, a classmate has unfortunately passed away. We are going to hold a funeral for him tonight, please follow your prefects to the auditorium, My last blessings to him."

Xiao Lan is a little strange, shouldn't the students contact their parents if something goes wrong? Why did the college directly hold a funeral for him?

And looking at the reactions of the classmates around him, no one expressed doubts about this, it seemed that this was a very common thing for them.

——

Xiao Lan followed the students to the auditorium.

Before entering the auditorium, everyone was given a candle, which was to be used in prayers for dead classmates at the funeral.

The auditorium is still in the same Gothic style as the college, with a high dome and painted glass all around. The auditorium is adorned with candles. The candlelight is not bright, but the warm yellow candlelight brings a little warmth to this cold building. .

Xiao Lan looked at the auditorium.

The auditorium looked a bit like a church, but the statue in the center was not anything he had seen before. It was a woman with two snake tails. She was looking down at the students below with a sympathetic expression, but because of the snake tail Makes her look a little weird.

There was a coffin in the center of the auditorium, with a figure lying in it, surrounded by flowers. Because of the distance, Xiao Lan could not see the face of the person in the coffin temporarily.

Principal Mrs. Weld walked up the steps holding a candle. She mourned the deceased student in a somber tone. Tears were in her eyes and she choked up several times as she spoke. There was really no sign of forgery.

At this time, Xiao Lan saw the Xili trio who had previously given him gossip on the popular science campus in the crowd.

The trio happened to be not far from him, Xiao Lan quietly took a few steps forward and got close to them.

"Hello." Xiao Lan greeted them softly.

The three also greeted him quietly.

Seeing that the principal on the stage didn't notice this, Xiao Lan asked in a low voice, "Why is the funeral of my classmate held by the college? What about his family?"

Siri's expression was a bit complicated. She lowered her voice and said, "I don't know what excuse your family used to send you here. But most of the people who come here are disabled, and most of them are not allowed to suffer. The illegitimate child the family expects, the child left by the ex-wife, the orphan who was rejected by relatives after the death of their parents."

"Once we are thrown in, they basically don't care about us. Even if we die, those people won't care at all. There have been students who died unexpectedly before, but parents didn't want to come and claim the body."

"Laterally, whenever a student died, the college would directly hold a funeral for them."

It turns out that the so-called "special children" here are special in such a place?

They are all a group of children who are not cared for and loved by no one.

Siri's voice was a little low: "If it weren't for the principal, maybe no one in the world would really care about us."

Dave also said: "Fortunately there is Mrs. Weld..."

Saburo, who had been silent for a while, also nodded.

When Xiao Lan heard this, her mood became more complicated.

To these children, Mrs. Weld was gentle and beautiful, patient with her students, like their savior.

But the human oils found in crafting classes show that things are not as good as they thought.

A group of children who were basically abandoned by their families, children who no one cares about even if they died, and who still have complete trust and longing for the principal, it is really too easy to do something with them.

"Yeah, thanks to Mrs. Weld." Xiao Lan echoed and changed the subject: "When did the college start holding funerals?"

Celie recalled: "I heard that the original funeral was held for Mrs. Weld's daughter. Later, she couldn't bear to let the students die without a funeral, so she held it for the students too."

"But when it started, I don't know." Siri turned to ask her friend, "Do you know?"

Dave and Saburo both shook their heads and expressed their confusion.

Xiao Lan noticed the word "daughter" and asked, "Do you know the name of Mrs. Weld's daughter?"

Teenagers don't know either.

Just at this time, the principal's eulogy has been finished, and the next step is that everyone stepped forward to say goodbye to the dead classmates, and left candles in front of each other's coffins to express their thoughts.

The body will then remain in the auditorium for the night until burial tomorrow.

Xiao Lan also followed the crowd slowly and gradually approached the coffin.

As he approached the prayer, he looked into the coffin.

The candle light was still too dim, Xiao Lan could only barely see the appearance of the person in the coffin. The man was wearing a school uniform, lying quietly with his eyes closed, his hands on his chest, and there seemed nothing wrong with him.

But as the light and shadow flickered, he seemed to see the corpse's skin reflecting.

That doesn't seem to be the luster of human skin.

Before he could take a closer look, the classmates behind him had already stepped forward, and he needed to make way for others. Xiao Lan glanced at the corpse in the coffin. Anyway, there was still one night left, so he decided to find another opportunity to come over at night.

After the funeral, it was completely dark.

A pale red moon is hanging in the dark night sky, and the moonlight sprinkled is also a touch of red, making this night look dangerous.

The students returned to the dormitory under the prefect's arrangement.

Xiao Lan was also walking towards the bedroom.

Next to him was a boy in a school uniform walking towards him. The boy had an extra badge on his chest than an ordinary student. According to the rules of the academy, this is the mark of a prefect.

The prefect walked up to Xiao Lan: "Excuse me, are you classmate Xiao Lan?"

Xiao Lan: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"That's right, Cliff College has a tradition of night watch. Every night, each grade will arrange a night patrol for students." The prefect seemed to be a little puzzled, "Although you are a new student, according to the arrangement, today It's your turn to be on duty tonight."

"You can go directly to the night watchman later, he will tell you the precautions for night duty."

Sure enough, the game will not allow players to simply experience a relaxed and pleasant campus life.

The night of the red moon plus the night duty system, I am afraid it is the danger arranged for them.

It just so happened that Xiao Lan also needed to leave the dormitory at night. Now that he had a legitimate excuse, he nodded and agreed.

——

Follow the directions given by the prefect to the night watchman's quarters.

The night watchman glanced at Xiao Lan with no expression on his face. He stuffed a kerosene lamp into Xiao Lan's hand: "You can watch the night wherever you want, but I advise you not to go to the forest outside the academy."

He paused, with an expectant smile on his face: "Unless... you don't want to come back."

For the curious children in adolescence, the less places they are allowed to go to, the more attractive they will be. From his expression, it is obvious that Xiao Lan is expecting Xiao Lan to go to the forest.

Xiao Lan ignored him, no matter whether the other party was well-intentioned or malicious, if the clues really pointed to the forest, no matter whether it was dangerous or not, he still had to go there to clear the customs.

The door of the night watchman's residence closed behind him, Xiao Lan picked up the kerosene lamp and walked into the night under the red moon.

The night of the red moon is extraordinarily quiet.

The moonlight was not bright, and there were no electric lights at Cliff College. The light from the kerosene lamp could only illuminate an area around Xiao Lan.

This light is not so much for lighting the students, but for pointing the way to something that haunts at night.

To be on the safe side, Xiao Lan temporarily turned off the kerosene lamp. If he needed lighting, he still had a [nuclear flashlight] in his hand, which was more convenient than this.

Xiao Lan walked in the direction of the auditorium.

Now that the funeral has been over for a short time, the people who packed the things should be almost done, so just went over to see what was weird about the corpse had seen before.

In the darkness, Xiao Lan tried her best to use the building to cover her figure and kept moving forward in a quiet state.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped.

Because the smell of blood came from not far from the auditorium.

Along with the smell of blood came the sound of high heels hitting the ground, and the sound of some kind of sharp blade cutting flesh.

Xiao Lan took a light breath and hid in the corner, while quietly looking for an angle to observe the direction of the sound.

Appearing in the field of vision is a blood-colored long dress. The gorgeous dress outlines the graceful figure of a woman. Her head is covered with a black gauze, which covers from the bun to the back, completely covering her hair. face.

It is the rumored Mrs. Hongyue.

There was a figure in black lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of crimson blood, that person was motionless, and looked like he was probably dead.

Madam Hongyue is facing Xiao Lan with her back at the moment, and she is holding a fan in her hand, which looks like the one most commonly used by noble ladies, but when the fan is opened, it reflects cold light in the moonlight, looking extremely sharp .

With the movement of her fan, the corpse on the ground was cut. The sound of cutting Xiao Lan heard earlier came from this.

Not long after, Mrs. Hongyue had already taken off the skin of the corpse, as rumored.

In the next instant, Madam Hongyue's head was deflected, as if she was checking to see if anyone was around.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan held her breath completely motionless, as if she was only part of the shadow.

After checking the surroundings, Mrs. Hongyue retracted her gaze. She picked up the leather that was placed beside her, and it was gone almost instantly, leaving only a blood-red afterimage, and the sound of the high heels echoed crisply in the dark night.

What a great speed.

Xiao Lan couldn't help frowning. Even his original body might not be faster than the opponent at such a speed. In addition, he was now forced to shrink to fifteen years old, and both his endurance and explosiveness had declined.

Once chased by Mrs. Hongyue, I am afraid it will be difficult to get rid of.

Suddenly I miss 【Sparks and Lightning all the way】What happened?

No, no, it's okay.

Xiao Lan stopped his terrifying thoughts in time. If he used [Sparks and Lightning all the way], he would be able to run past Madam Hongyue, but he would definitely become famous overnight and become a new rumor in the academy——

The Red Moon Glitter.