The transparent bridge doesn't think that the half turn it twists will make it ring all the time.
Faintly realizing that he might have opened something, Transparent Bridge first cut to the chat group, and when he saw Lord Grim and the others were silent, he ran back to the door along the steps and listened.
There were no strange or unexpected sounds, and the light from the outside world still penetrated through the crack in the door. It seemed that everything was still peaceful.
Putting aside the uneasy feeling about the transparent bridge and going back below, he saw Mu Su standing in front of the music box, picking up a strand of long hair placed in the long box next to it.
There is only one strand of long hair, and the section is neat. Surprisingly, there is no dust on the hair. It appears jet black under the oil lamp.
Mu Su was not sure whether there was color difference, so he took it to the oil lamp and leaned forward to look at it. There was a red rubber band binding his hair hooked on his finger, and Mu Su casually took it off and threw it aside.
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"What's coming again?" Lord Grim's low-pitched voice sounded in the dark office.
The living dead had just stopped, and another group of "themselves" were approaching outside the window, and the sound of the music box sounded again deep in the corridor.
He had to make a random guess: "Are those second-year students here together?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lord Grim suddenly felt that his throat and tongue were itchy, as if there was something there.
He opened his mouth to touch it, and in the darkness, a long hair was pulled out from his throat.
What's this?
As soon as this thought came into his mind, Lord Grim felt his throat became even more itchy.
He couldn't help but cough lightly, and felt that breathing became difficult, and something was blocking his throat and growing in number.
There were also other players. There were slight coughs and exclamations in the darkness.
Lord Grim stretched out his hand and pinched his neck. The thing blocking his trachea in his throat began to make it difficult for him to breathe. Soon, his face turned red.
The sound of the music box was already approaching the door.
…
Mu Su used an oil lamp to observe her long hair from all angles.
He clicked his tongue and shook his head. It's a pity that the hair color didn't match, otherwise it would have been nice to take it back to the clown.
At this moment, he suddenly smelled a strange smell.
He looked strangely at the transparent bridge still standing on the steps: "Do you smell it?"
"I saw it." Transparent Qiao opened her lips slightly and watched as the end of the strand of hair in Mu Su's hand came into contact with the flame in the oil lamp, curling and smoking until a small flame burned.
…
The sound of messy breathing was replaced by the sound of coughing and retching.
Lord Grim could no longer breathe, and he strangled his neck in vain, leaving scratches. His round eyes gradually protruded.
While he was in a hurry, someone suddenly bumped into his back hard. Lord Grim stumbled forward and fell. His whole body was shaken, and a large ball of dark substance was squeezed from his throat into his mouth, and he spat it out!
Lord Grim half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, swallowed hard, and asked the other players: "Are you... okay?"
"Is there something... vomit -" a voice behind him replied, retching repeatedly.
The blush on his face gradually returned, and Lord Grim couldn't help but reach out to touch the vomited thing.
It feels moist and wraps around your fingertips...is it a ball of hair?
Other players spit it out one after another. They were not as serious as Lord Grim. But if they continued for a few seconds, they would be like him.
Wiping the saliva from his lips, Lord Grim coughed lightly and stood up, feeling that his throat was still itchy.
Then he discovered that the sound of music was outside the door. There was only a thin wooden door separating them.
Damn it, Transparent Bridge and Mu Su haven’t come back yet!
Only then did Lord Grim realize the importance of a leader and mascot in a team.
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Mu Su shrank his hands in shock. The strand of hair burned so quickly that it turned into ashes before it even hit the ground, leaving a trace in the fine sand under his feet.
After blinking a few times, Mu Su shouted, "You saw it! It burned itself!"
Transparent Bridge wanted to say that you took it to the fire and burned it, but since she was in the same camp as Mu Su, she chose to keep her mouth shut.
"It's okay...it's just a strand of hair...Second uncle won't be angry. At worst, I'll shave off the forbidden lady's hair and give it to it. That one still smells good." Mu Su muttered, not knowing whether to tell Transparent Bridge or to comfort himself.
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Music box music is becoming hysterical.
Transparent Bridge frowned, walked down the steps and asked, "Can you make it stop?"
"Easy to handle." Mu Su snapped his fingers.
The last time he said this was to make a quick decision and let the students study on their own.
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Squeak——
The door was pushed open a crack.
The sound of the door opening was so obvious amid the suppressed breathing.
The music that was originally separated by a door suddenly became clear. There seemed to be a figure standing in the dense darkness outside the door.
This is very illogical. The door is blocked by tables and chairs. If you want to open the door, you can only move the tables and chairs or force it open. But now there is only the sound of the door opening.
The music suddenly disappeared.
The players were startled, and then fell into a deeper fear. Without their voices, they no longer knew the location of that existence.
Without the sound of the music box, the sound of breathing suddenly became clearer.
A drop of cold sweat ran across his forehead, and Lord Grim's heart gradually sank. Even they could hear it, let alone that monster.
He opened his eyes wide, trying to see something. But there was only darkness around him. The cold sweat became more intense. He exhaled softly, and suddenly felt that his breath hit something and bounced back with a cold breath.
His body stiffened and his mind went blank. He couldn't help but hold his breath.
The oxygen consumption intensified during the panic. Within ten seconds, dark spots and snowflakes began to appear in the darkness in front of my eyes, and my brain began to lack oxygen.
He finally couldn't hold back his breath, slightly loosened his pursed lips, and breathed slowly and urgently.
Surprisingly, his breath didn't hit anything this time.
Disappeared...disappeared...?
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Dong Dong——
Mu Su clenched his fist and hammered the music box.
The transposed music box played intermittently like a cassette tape, and lost its sound amid the dust.
"Just smash it twice and it'll be fine. I speak from experience." He turned back and said to the dumb Transparent Bridge.
No longer surprised by Mu Su's unexpected move, Transparent Bridge returned to the pile of dusty objects and picked out the things he was interested in.
Mu Su took advantage of the transparent bridge not paying attention to him, secretly grabbed the Rubik's Cube with his back to the transparent bridge, closed his eyes, disrupted the Rubik's Cube, and then began to try to restore it randomly.
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Lord Grim remained motionless. Suddenly he found that he could vaguely see his surroundings.
Have your eyes adapted to the dark?
An idea came to his mind, but he soon realized that it was not the case.
The brightness of the campus is gradually improving.
In the darkness, he looked around very quickly, and there was no strange shadow or anything that shouldn't be there.
A hole in the dark cloud appeared in the light beam, and the campus became bright again.
The players looked at each other and revealed the aftermath of the disaster. What just happened was like a nightmare. The door that opened a crack and the living dead piled outside the door silently told that these things really happened.
Moyu was the first to react, rushed to the door, closed it, and slowly sat on the ground with his back to the door.
Holy Moonlight carefully came to the window and peeked out.
The "they" who came have disappeared.
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The wooden Rubik's Cube rattled as he broke it apart, and when he was anxious, he even took a few bites of it.
After hundreds of years, Mu Su once again confirmed that he was really not good at the Rubik's Cube.
