Chapter 241

Ten minutes ago.

Canteen.

Yilin looked at the unspeakable dark food in front of him and remained silent.

He suddenly regretted it and said loudly in the canteen, "aunt, I want it all!" This option.

But afterwards, from the satisfied and appreciative smile on the canteen aunt's face, it can be inferred that this "I want all" should be the most difficult option to get thunder.

But this full plate... How to fix it?

With a fork in his hand and a calm expression, Yilin looked at one of the eyes stuffed with stuffing and full of fist size.

It doesn't look like a human eye, but it's also difficult to distinguish what kind of creature's eye is.

Yilin slowly raised his fork and swished into it.

Pia Zi——

The gravy splashed.

Yilin's mental strength is not weak.

The needle is also very accurate.

In the same way, Yilin is also very accurate in inserting a fork.

This time, it was just inserted in the middle of the pupil of the unknown monster's eye. It was filled with the so-called tendon meat with unknown cooking technology. At the moment when the gravy splashed, Yilin seemed to feel that the eye was staring at himself with a resentful look.

Yilin stirred her eyes for a while with a fork.

As an apostle, he has the consciousness of trying to survive in any bad environment.

But the situation is obviously not out of ammunition and food. Although he ordered a "Grand Slam" package, this seemingly delicious dark dish is really hard to swallow.

What should I do?

Yilin thought silently.

Finding this situation is quite a dilemma.

As he thought, he took out a hole in his huge eyes.

With the other hand, he dug a spoonful of bone marrow mud from the edge of the plate, then forced the spoonful of bone marrow mud into his eyes and began to press three times on the left and three times on the right.

Today's menu is very strange.

In addition to the eyes and bone marrow mud, there is an unknown fried meat in the shape of two pieces of meat on the plate.

This kind of fried meat looks the most normal.

However, knowing that it is a plate of "dark cuisine", the more normal food, the more abnormal it is.

"At this time, there are no multiple-choice questions."

"In other words, I will not be bound by multiple-choice questions even if I directly leave this dish and ignore it."

"But is it really that simple?"

"Each of your choices will determine your next destiny...?"

Yilin chewed the hint that made him feel very critical again.

"Is only the choice of multiple-choice questions a choice, or...?"

Just as Erin ravaged the Chinese meal.

A lovely short skirt girl, who looks fifteen or sixteen years old, has a simple and cute expression and moves to the opposite of Yilin.

In fact, Yilin had already noticed that when he stirred the dark cuisine, many strange eyes fell behind him.

So Yilin didn't dare to act rashly.

Even pretending to have an upset stomach, or staying up until the afternoon, or pretending to be "suffering from a difficult and complicated disease of falling asleep at the sight of food" is much better than abandoning this plate of food in full view of the public.

This is the inference drawn by Yilin.

Because in those eyes, Yilin vaguely perceived a kind of... Desire.

For a moment and a half, Yilin couldn't tell whether the reason for those eyes' desire was the Chinese food in front of him or... Him.

The girl with short hair sat down eagerly.

Gudong.

The girl swallowed a mouthful of saliva, very loud, and even echoed in her throat.

Yilin's face was expressionless.

Pia.

Yilin inserted another eye and shook it slowly in front of him.

The girl's eyes moved up and down with the shaking of the eye bead on Yilin's fork, left and right, and her eyelids didn't blink.

Yilin was silent for a moment. He suddenly remembered something and looked back.

When he arrived at the rice window just now, because he was in the forced pathfinding mode of multiple-choice questions, Yilin didn't have enough freedom.

So he didn't notice.

At the moment, the expression of the short haired girl sitting opposite him reminds him of one thing.

It's the same canteen and the same food. Why do others yearn for the dark food on his plate?

Unless... The food is different.

When Yilin looked back.

I found that the mottled wall above each rice window was painted with a red paint and wrote a line of strange fonts.

Yilin narrowed her eyes and stared. At this time, the translator from the tower came late.

[grade 1, classes 1 to 3.]

[grade 1, classes 4 to 6.]

[grade 2, classes 1 to 3.]

……

About every three classes were assigned to the same place to cook.

Every student who enters the canteen has no choice after stepping into the door and goes straight to his own window.

What makes Yilin feel strange is that the other windows are a group of three classes.

The only place where he had meals was the translation of that strange font, but there was only one class.

——[two shifts in three years].

i see.

Sure enough, is this class special?

So the five apostles were assigned to the same class?

The girl with short hair sat opposite Yilin.

Looking eagerly at greedy eyes.

Closer and closer.

Closer and closer.

The delicate red lips opened slightly, as if they wanted to contain something.

While Yilin was thinking about the next countermeasures without expression.

It seems to be afraid of Yilin's loneliness, and it seems to be afraid of what Yilin should not do.

Narrator, here we are.

[Shaye, from class 5, grade 2, noticed you.]

[to show her sincerity, Shaye's favor with you has been increased by 5 points.]

[she looked at the delicious food on your plate and left envious saliva.]

[that eager look, as if she would agree without hesitation no matter what you ask at the moment.]

No matter how excessive this requirement is

She even opened her mouth and got ready

You have compassion

However, the food on the plate is also a temptation for you

Because you need food

Need a lot of food

You need food very much

Yilin: "three times?"

[but Shaye's desire also makes you unbearable.]

You hesitated for a moment

[you decide -]

[please select.]

[A. ignoring Shaye's desire, he swallowed the delicious food on the fork and chewed it very loudly, so that Shaye could clearly see the disappearance of the delicious food in your mouth.]

The choice begins to emerge.

Emerge item by item.

But just as the first option appeared and the second option was about to come out.

Yilin suddenly burst out with amazing hand speed. Before the appearance of [option B], he directly stuffed the blood blurred eye on the fork into Shaye's mouth.

"Woo woo..."

At the moment when Shaye's mouth was filled, because everything came too suddenly, too caught off guard, he suddenly widened his eyes and trembled in place.

But the next second, she closed her eyes with satisfaction, and did not blame Yilin's sudden move. Instead, she stretched out her tongue, opened her mouth and chewed "delicious food".

Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz Katz——

"I see."

【……】

Yilin suddenly smiled.

This is... Choice.

After Yilin acted faster than the option, the option in front of him completely jammed.

The following [b] and [C] do not appear again.

Yilin suddenly seemed to understand the essence of this trial practice.

No rule is the biggest rule.

"No wonder the prompt says, 'everything' is a choice."

"The 'everything' mentioned here is not limited to 'options'."

"Even the 'options' are just a kind of confusion, which makes people mistakenly think that they can only act according to the contents set on the' options'."

"To some extent, those multiple-choice questions are meaningless except for some 'mandatory action options'."

"The focus is not on 'options' at all, but on' choices'."

"I don't know if other people have found this? Ah. If someone really thinks that there must be a so-called 'correct answer' in the three options according to the routine of normal multiple-choice questions, he will be badly hurt?"

Through this small matter, Yilin inadvertently tore apart part of the truth of the trial practice.

The narrator completely jammed, and there was no hint.

In the twinkling of an eye, Shaye had finished eating his eyes. Because he was too embarrassed to eat, gravy overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

She hesitated for a moment and didn't know what she was worried about. With a eager look, she seemed to say "I want more", and looked at Yilin again.

Yilin felt a little funny.

The students around seem to envy Shaye's experience.

Even more girls are coming to Yilin without trace.

Yilin ignored more.

After Shaye finished the dark cooking, Yilin also showed a hint in front of him.

[because of your generosity, Shaye likes you by + 5.]

"Any more?"

Shaye's eyes lit up and his small head nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Yilin stuffed a spoonful of bone marrow mud into Shaye's mouth.

[because you give generously again, Shaye likes you by + 5.]

continue.

[no reason, Shaye likes you by + 5.]

Again.

[you give more and more. Shaye likes you by + 8.]

[you're still going on. Shaye's favor with you is + 7.]

[Shaye's heart starts to collapse. Shaye's favor with you is + 5.]

Shaye likes you

[if you give tirelessly, Shaye's favor with you is + 5.]

【……】

Yilin crazily brushes Shaye's favor with a plate of simple food.

Shaye has a secret desire for you

Continue to brush.

Shaye knows everything about you

Yi Lin: "

When Yilin stuffed the last spoonful of bone marrow mud in the plate into Shaye's mouth, Shaye's popularity had reached the level of "knowing nothing".

Although this so-called favorability rating, Yilin is not very clear about what else to follow, but literally, "know nothing" should be regarded as a very ideal intelligence source?

Quickly use Shaye to eliminate the dark food in front of them. Although other students around are angry, the food has been emptied, and they can only leave.

Just in the eyes of everyone looking at Yilin, it was a little more strange.

Yilin quickly reacted.

"This kind of feeding behavior is' abnormal 'for others? But it should not collapse in an instant because of this."

After all, as a new shift student, isn't it a natural operation to flirt with girls in the canteen?

Well, there's nothing wrong.

Yilin felt at ease.

Shaye stretched out his little scarlet tongue and licked the delicious sauce on his lips. His reluctant expression as if "I still want" made Yilin's mouth twitch slightly.

"Then there is a pleasant cross examination... Er, no, ask the time."

Just after Yilin brushed boshaye's favor, he was ready to give some information.

A frightening hint popped up before his eyes.

To be exact, all the surviving apostles in this trial received this dazzling hint at the same time.

[apostle 1315, death!]

This is... Death broadcast!

Of the five, someone has become a box at the speed of light.

It's only a few hours since the trial practice.

The dead... Who is it?

Death broadcast doesn't appear every trial.

It seems that it all depends on the mood of the "tower".

If it has the concept of mood.

When the news of the death of an apostle came, there were only four surviving apostles in Styx junior high school.

Who's dead?

How did you die?

Where did you die?

Even among the four, some secretly regretted the relics in the box.

In short, the mentality is different, complex and difficult to understand.

Yilin bowed his head and thought for a moment, then looked at Shaye, who seemed to be praying for food. Yilin smiled and said, "I'm Linlin in class two of three years."

"Class 5, year 2, Shaye ~"

Shaye reported his home, his eyes flickering, very attractive.

Originally, Yilin planned to take advantage of the opportunity to brush up his favor and use some skills to ask for information about Styx junior middle school.

There are a few things he cares about.

But now that someone is dead, the matter can only be put off a little.

After all, the most important thing now is to find out where the body is and how the dead died as quickly as possible.

That's life-threatening information.

I believe others will use the fastest speed to get close to the place where the body is located.

If Mao rashly asks Shaye a question in the canteen, it is likely to continue to trigger the multiple-choice question. If you treat it carefully, it will undoubtedly delay a lot of time.

Thinking of this, Shaye's line, Yilin simply introduced himself, left a foreshadowing, and left happily.

After Yilin left.

Shaye opened his eyes and looked at the distant back of Yilin, slowly stretched out his tongue and licked the shy blood like lips, with endless aftertaste.

On the way.

Yilin opened the Apostle panel and looked at it.

The name of Zhitian dance is still bright, that is to say, the dead is not Zhitian dance.

After excluding Zhitian dance, the remaining possibilities... And so on.

Yilin's eyes were frozen.

Except him, the others are in pairs.

Go to [rooftop] and [gate] respectively.

If it really triggers the death flag, why is there only one dead person?

Or the black hand between the apostles?

Before he saw the body, it was difficult for Yilin to make a more detailed inference.

Think of it here.

While walking on the road, Yilin opened the communication panel and sent a message to Zhitian dance.

……

Elaine: where are you?

Zhitian Dance: classroom.

Elaine:?

Zhitian Dance: classroom.

Erin: I'm special... What I want to ask is, why are you in the classroom? Didn't you go to the roof with Han Han?

Zhitian Dance:?

Yilin: Han Han... This damn input method.

Zhitian Dance: I'll go first.

Elaine: why?

Zhitian Dance: I'm afraid I can't help killing him.

Yilin:.

In a few minutes.

Zhitian Dance:?

Erin: nothing. I just want to ask one question now. You didn't choose that option casually, did you?

Zhitian Dance: Well, if you don't understand, choose C.

Elaine: awesome.

……

The call ended in silence.

The speechless is Yilin.

But the final reply was indeed from the heart.

Yilin suddenly remembered that in the ghost fog mountain, Zhitian dance was illogical and hard. Nie Hongxiu's heroic posture. This girl shouldn't have been like this all the time, right?

Yilin originally wanted to kindly remind Zhitian dance of the information about "choice" in this trial practice.

But as soon as the finger moved, Yilin hesitated.

Not because I'm not willing.

However, he suddenly had an idea. If he followed the prompt, the so-called "everything can be selected", is Zhitian dance a way of "using a knife when a word doesn't agree, and choosing C when he can't understand" also a choice?

Maybe this is also a way of customs clearance?

If you think about it carefully, it may be very possible.

Even if it is an escape trial, there is definitely more than one way to live.

Every way of life is not suitable for everyone.

Since Zhitian dance can live to the present, she must have her reason and way of life.

Yilin couldn't help laughing. Everyone was too busy in the test. Why should he worry about others?

therefore.

Yilin completely closed the communication panel and stopped thinking.

In a few minutes.

Yilin leaves the canteen and arrives at the playground.

During the lunch break, many students disappeared.

But in a corner of the playground, close to the teaching building, there is a circle of students.

Yilin didn't hesitate and walked quickly.

When Yilin was about to approach the crowd, he chose to come again.

You leave the canteen with enough food and drink

[he is doing nothing and is going to find a place to spend the rest of his time. Then he returns to the classroom for class.]

At this moment, you find that something seems to have happened in the corner of the playground

[you decide -]

Before the options appear.

Yilin's face changed slightly, from fast walking to sprint, and rushed directly at the speed of 100 meters.

You made your decision quickly without hesitation

You decide to watch the fun, regardless of the consequences

"Oh? Can I skip the original choice?"

Yilin looked at the hint and was in a happy mood.

A new operation has been found.

It seems that there are many pits hidden in the so-called [narrator] in this trial practice.

incorrect.

Yilin suddenly woke up.

This... Is also a choice!

Listening to the narrator is a choice, but ignoring the narrator... Is also a choice!

Can you still do this?

what the hell.

In the heart of his heart, Yi Lin secretly Tucao, has come to make complaints about the outside.

Students have no acne on their faces and are full of youth, both men and women.

In a word, their appearance value is very high.

When Yilin reached the periphery of the crowd, there was a voice of discussion.

"Dead?"

"What a pity."

"Can you eat?"

"Are you stupid? The school rules clearly say that we can only eat the food in the canteen. Anyone who dares to violate the school rules will be locked up!"

"Confinement... Forget it."

"Well, what a pity."

The painting style suddenly became strange.

Yilin's face changed slightly, but in the crowd, he still said softly in a regretful voice: "well, it's a pity that he can't eat."

When the words were finished, the surrounding students threw "Heroes think alike" eyes at Yilin one after another.

After integrating into the crowd without any sense of disobedience, Yilin squeezed in and finally saw the real face of the body.

In the middle of the crowd, I saw a lump of rotten meat, broken bodies on the spot, dead... Very miserable.

After two seconds of silence, Yilin recognized the identity of the dead as quickly as possible.

Another second passed.

Yilin reached a conclusion in an instant.

Han Han is dead. Uh, no, Han Han is dead.

Boys' and girls' school uniforms, after all, are still very good to distinguish, whether there is a skirt or not.

Although it is not ruled out that there is a big man in women's clothes in this weird Styx junior high school, if it is an apostle, in the configuration of two men and three women, it can be seen from the men's clothes school uniform stained with blood on the lump of broken meat that the deceased is a man.

"Hmm? Where's the head? It's broken?"

Yilin looked around expressionless. He didn't find Han's head around the body.

"Han Han went to the roof... From this height..."

Yilin raised his head and roughly estimated that if he slipped and fell from this height, he should not even break his hard skull into indistinguishable slag.

After all, although the bones in other parts of the Han Dynasty are twisted and broken, the basic structure of the bones is still there. In theory, it is impossible to smash the bones.

So here comes the question....

Where did Han Han's head go?

The cause of Han Han's death... Slip and fall?

Or?

Because Zhitian dancer was afraid that he could not help killing Han and left early, no one except himself could know what happened before Han died.

No one knows what kind of choice Han Han has made to trigger the death flag and die here in such a short opening time.

A silent horror filled the air quietly.

This is a second-order trial.

Han Han is also a senior who has survived many cruel trials.

But in this seemingly peaceful but actually strange Styx junior high school, in the beginning of this escape trial practice, he died miserably in this way. It can be imagined that the danger of this trial practice is far more than everyone imagined.

As if death were around.

Once the selection is wrong, it will fall into a box instantly.

"Select."

Yilin hung these two words on his mouth again and chewed them carefully.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, everyone."

In a few minutes.

A team of professionals wrapped in isolation clothes arrived at the scene.

The words "Styx junior high school medical team" were written on their clothes.

They opened the isolation line as quickly as possible, then evacuated all the students, including Yilin, and began to clean up the scene.

The medical team packed Han Han's fragmentary body with a blood red bag, took out a water gun from nowhere, quickly cleaned the floor and washed the sticky blood on the floor.

Hiss.

Yilin even witnessed that a piece of intestines belonging to Han Han stubbornly adhered to the floor was washed clean by the flood and directly thrown into the trash can.

When Yilin was watching Han Han's body being treated like a melon eater from a distance, someone approached.

Yilin didn't need to look back, but he could guess who was approaching at this time.

"My deskmate, I think we need to talk."

Tiantian timidly pulled Yilin's sleeve, and then looked at herself with a helpless look.

Irene didn't say much.

"OK."

Twenty minutes later.

Tian Tian, Liu Liu and Yi Lin arrived at the rooftop.

According to Tian Tian, she wanted to find Zhitian dance, but she couldn't find it outside, so she had to give up.

Yilin does know that Zhitian dance should be in a daze in the classroom of class 2, year 3 at this time, but in order to avoid exposing his understanding with Zhitian dance, and to avoid triggering some pit father's [multiple-choice questions] after returning to class 2, year 3, Yilin can only keep silent.

The moment they opened the iron door on the roof, they all raised their vigilance and quickly searched the area in their own way.

Yilin just quietly released his reading power, and his eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily, as if thinking.

In just one minute, the two girls searched the open roof neatly.

"There's no one else here," said Tian Tian

Liu Liu squatted down beside the fence and his eyes were slightly frozen: "a little blood was found here."

As soon as Yilin and Tiantian listen, they quickly trot over.

Liu Liu cried and laughed: "what's your hurry? I won't lick the blood."

Liu Liu's description is very appropriate.

The blood is really only "a little".

The thick and thin blood on the finger seemed to drop there inadvertently, and then splashed into a prickly shape.

The blood has not dried up.

Even a little wet.

Yilin stood behind the two girls, pondered for a moment, smiled and said, "maybe later, it will really be licked clean."

Liu Liu: "

Tian Tian: "