Chen Ge held the tool hammer and felt like a cat scratching his head. He wanted to break open the door and see what was written on the paper.
"There is a post on the campus forum saying that five students once entered Muyang Middle School to try their luck. They played the pen fairy game in the last classroom. Could the paper and pens on the table be left by them?"
Chen Ge thought for a while and found it impossible. According to the description in the post, the five students discovered that there were two more people at the end of the game. They were so frightened that they almost collapsed and left the classroom in a panic. They would definitely encounter someone in the process.
The desks and chairs in the classroom. But at this time, the desks and chairs in the classroom were arranged neatly, and it didn't look like anyone had come in or out at all.
"Of course, it cannot be ruled out that after they left, the tables and chairs were rearranged, or that all five of them were replaced, and five ghosts walked out of the classroom."
Thinking of this, Chen Ge put down his hammer. He thought it would be safer to leave this classroom until the end.
After leaving the teaching building, Chen Ge came to the door of the dormitory building.
It was a dilapidated two-story building with few rooms. After wandering around for a long time, he found an iron sign with peeling paint in the corridor. The writing on it was blurred, to the effect that girls lived on the second floor and boys were not allowed to stay.
"This school is really poor."
Taking off his raincoat and hood, Chen Ge wiped the water on his collar and was about to walk in when his phone vibrated with a call from someone.
He glanced at the caller ID and answered the call: "Heshan?"
"Boss, I gave my senior sister your phone number, and she said she would contact you when her father comes home."
"Okay, is there anything else?"
"It's not a big deal. Qin Guang has already started broadcasting. Are you sure you don't want to go and watch it? The actor he hired was pretending to be the murderer next door. The whole opening scene was imitating you. Even the reasoning was the same as yours. I was too lazy to complain.
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"Let him broadcast it. I will start broadcasting it later. Remember to come and support it."
"Damn it! You're going to start broadcasting!" Heshan's voice rose and he looked very excited.
Chen Ge also feels that it is a very happy thing that the audience is looking forward to it so much: "It's been a long time since I've broadcast it, and I'm going to have something exciting this time."
There was no sound on the phone, and it took a few seconds to hear footsteps. Heshan seemed to be running around the dormitory in slippers, tapping the bed boards one by one: "Everyone is up and watching the live broadcast! Today is another life-and-death game!"
Heshan was very enthusiastic, but Chen Ge on the phone felt weird listening to his words.
After hanging up the phone, Chen Ge clicked on the short video software. Qin Guang's haunted house live broadcast was promoted as the header image on the homepage. He went in and watched it for a while. He found that the other party was operated by a team with dedicated people taking pictures. Qin Guang was only responsible for reasoning.
Look for clues.
Not to mention anything else, the other party had to crush Chen Ge just in terms of live broadcast quality. They had indeed made very thorough preparations.
"The popularity is 680,000. If this is to promote my horror house, then tourists are not allowed to crowd the park gate the next day?"
Live broadcasts and short videos are Chen Ge's only means of publicity now. Qin Guang's live broadcast of the first picture has also pointed out a way for Chen Ge. As long as he can become bigger, maybe one day the platform will use up all resources and channels.
Praise him.
"Don't be in a hurry, take your time, set a small goal for yourself first, and then live through tonight."
Chen Ge quit Qin Guang's live broadcast room and started his own live broadcast. He was in the wilderness, the signal was extremely poor, the live broadcast screen was blurry, and sometimes the barrage would get stuck, and there would be no response for a long time.
"Although the quality of my live broadcast is poor, my live broadcast has content. Compared with Qin Guang, both of them have their own merits..."
The barrage could not be seen, and Chen Ge could not communicate with friends. He held up his mobile phone and briefly introduced Muyang Middle School, and then stopped paying attention to the live broadcast.
After wandering around the first floor of the dormitory building for a long time without finding anything, Chen Ge carried a tool hammer and came to the second floor.
"The girls' dormitory looks no different from the boys' dormitory, right?"
There were textbooks and garbage piled up in the room. When the school was closed, many things in the dormitory building were not cleared away.
Chen Ge used a flashlight to check patiently. When he passed the fourth bedroom on the second floor, he suddenly discovered that there were four chairs placed side by side in the middle of the dormitory. There were also some pieces of white paper and a ballpoint pen on the chairs.
"The paper and pen are very new and don't fit in with the other things in the dormitory. They should have been put in later."
This was the second time Chen Ge saw brand new pen and paper. He always felt that there was something wrong with these two items.
The rusty lock was just a decoration. After Chen Ge banged it hard a few times, the bedroom door opened.
A musty smell hit his face. He covered his mouth and nose, walked to the chair, and looked at the flat white paper.
There are four pieces of white paper in total, and the first piece of white paper says - "When will I die?"
The second piece of white paper reads - "How will I die?"
The third piece of white paper said - "Who will die next?"
The fourth piece of white paper is blank, with nothing on it.
"A pen fairy game?"
Chen Ge rummaged around the house to see if he could find any leftover information. Unfortunately, it took so long that many things were incomplete.
The search yielded no results, and Chen Ge turned his attention to the white paper in the middle of the room: "No one can explain the specific reasons for the Bixian game, but I have read some reports. It is said that it is because of breathing, heartbeat, and blood flow.
For other reasons, the human body is gently swaying anytime and anywhere. People without professional training will definitely move unconsciously when their arms are suspended in the air for a long time. This is an instinctive reaction of the body. Follow the pen
Immortality has nothing to do with it."
Chen Ge fixed the live broadcast mobile phone on the bed to ensure that the camera could capture himself and four chairs side by side.
"Complete all four branch tasks of Muyang Middle School, then the trial task is 100% completed. Let's start with this one."
He turned around and closed the dormitory door and stood alone in the room. After struggling for three or four minutes, he sat on the ground and grabbed the ballpoint pen.
Telling himself not to panic, Chen Ge put the puppet on his chest, then held the pen in his right hand and the tool hammer in his left hand, and started to try the pen fairy game.
He recalled the game process of the students in the post bar. He raised his arm slightly, held the pen vertically, touched the tip of the pen lightly to the white paper, closed his eyes, and began to recite: "Bi Xian, Bi Xian, you are my previous life,
I am your life, if you want to come, just draw a circle on the paper."
After finishing reading, Chen Ge tried his best to calm down. His hand hovered on the paper and his body remained motionless.
The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and some changes began to appear on the campus shrouded in darkness.
The musty smell in the dormitory weakened, and the cold wind from nowhere blew the white paper on the chair. Not long after, Chen Ge suddenly opened his eyes. He just felt someone grabbing his hand.
Without resisting, Chen Ge stared at his right hand, holding the hammer tightly in his left hand, ready to swing it.bdshare();