The opening of the film ended here. At that moment, six players appeared in the classroom.

There are nine pairs of desks and chairs in this classroom, which are just divided into three rows and three rows.

At this time, the players were all sitting: from the perspective of facing the blackboard, the first row was seated from left to right, three girls, Ruoyu, An Yueqin and Xiaoling; the left side of the second row was empty, with Feng Bujue and the sixth member of the team sitting in the middle and right side respectively; and Xiaotan... sat alone in the middle of the third row.

"Hey~ I'm really an acquaintance." Xiao Ling turned around at the first time and looked at the sixth member of the team, and then blurted out this sentence.

The reason why she said "resolutely" is naturally because she had foreseeed this situation.

After the new version is launched, everyone is busy grading, and the important thing about grading is "efficiency"... There is no doubt that compared to high-risk scripts such as "team nightmare", it will be more efficient to use a few more ordinary books with a higher chance of passing the level.

Therefore, there are only two types of people who will come to the solo nightmare team, one is a player without a studio background, and the other is... those top experts.

In addition, the condition that "the level is almost the same as the entire team in Hell's Frontline" is also foreseeable.

"Feng! No! Jue!" About two seconds later, [Swallowing Heaven Ghost Xiao] started to shout; he ignored everyone and shouted at Brother Jue, as if he had seen an enemy.

"What are you shouting..." Feng Bujue stared at the dead fish's eyes, looked at Gui Xiao with an excited face, and said weakly, "Are you going to take me with the purple gold red gourd? Call me your name and see if I dare to agree?"

"Tsk..." Gui Xiao felt that he was a little excited when he was criticized by the other party, and he curled his lips and continued. "You are so calm... don't take me seriously at all..."

"My eyes can't hold your 1.6-meter-high figure." Feng Bujue's ability to ridicule was indeed innate and natural, "I have always taken you in my heart."

"I'm 169 meters tall! And I'm still growing!" Gui Xiao couldn't bear it when he heard the topic of height. He raised his voice and shouted again.

"It's okay, I have a broad mind. I can still pretend if you grow 0.5 cm." Brother Jue waved his hand and replied with a smile.

"How long are you going to discuss this height?" At this time, Ruoyu, who was standing beside him, could not listen anymore and stopped the nonsense of these two guys.

Before he finished speaking, a system prompt rang.

【Your character abilities have been limited, and now you are playing an ordinary person.】

The same prompt sounded in the ears of the six players. Everyone just exchanged their eyes and knew this.

"Oh... I hate this limited edition the most." Gui Xiao immediately expressed his dissatisfaction, "Every time I encounter this type of script, it will fail."

"Then you are lucky today." Brother Jue continued with a smile. "Today, brothers and sisters, please take you through the level and feel the fun of the limited edition."

"Hmph..." Gui Xiao crossed his hands in front of his chest, "Listen to your blow..."

"Anyway, let's confirm your identity first." At this time, An Yueqin turned to everyone and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, the roles we play have been assigned..." She said, pointing to the upper left corner of her desk with her finger.

Just where she pointed, there were three words engraved in Three Thousand Hospitals.

This word... was engraved with something like a work knife. The handwriting is not like an adult; of course, engraving is not written after all, and it is not ruled out that the font is distorted because of the difficulty of engraving.

"This is the surname of the character we play." Xiaoling had long noticed the words engraved on his desk, which were also in the upper left corner, with the same kind of handwriting, with the word "tuo Shu". "To put it... I seem to have randomly got a very rare surname."

"Oh! I have it here too." Xiaotan obviously found the engravings on the table after being reminded by his teammates, "It's called Sawada."

"What I carved here is the 'source'." Ruoyu continued.

"Ha~" Gui Xiao also saw the engravings on his table now. "Is 'Yamada'... I always feel like a bad surname." He was a little lost inexplicably.

"Well..." After everyone reported the surname engraved on their desks, Brother Jue slowly continued, "I'm carving 'Ching' here..."

silence.

Long silence.

For some reason, after Brother Jue reported those two words, the other five people gave him strange eyes and stopped talking.

"That..." After nearly a minute, Feng Bujue broke his silence and changed the subject, "Speaking of it, didn't the opening g say that someone was shouting? Why didn't he hear it..."

"Uh... maybe... we finished calling when we loaded the characters." Xiaotan was also very helpful and answered casually.

"Well..." Feng Bujue touched his chin and said, "The main task has not been refreshed for a long time, which means... we need to trigger the lag." As he spoke, he stood up and walked towards the podium, "Let's look around first to see if there are any clues."

Upon hearing this, everyone didn't say much and started searching.

According to custom, people usually first confirm the things closest to them at this time, such as...the inside of the desk.

But soon they confirmed that the interiors of the nine desks were empty, and there was not even any confetti.

Then, everyone investigated the things around them one by one according to the "suspiciousness".

At the same time, Feng Bujue picked up an old newspaper on the podium. He didn't know if it was a reading habit, so he stood there and started reading...

Five minutes passed in a blink of an eye.

The results of the investigation are as follows...

The sliding door of the classroom was locked and could not be opened. When I forced the pull, I didn't hear any prompts like "need a key".

The windows towards the playground and corridor were all closed, and when approaching, there was a prompt of "sealed by some kind of dark force". Looking out through the glass, it was pitch black, and you could only see your own shadow.

The arrangement order of the storage cabinets on the rear side of the classroom is the same as the order of the desks and chairs looking down. When trying to open it, a prompt "need a key" appears.

There is a wooden bookcase on the right side of the podium, which is also unopenable.

A painting was hung on the wall on the left hand side of the podium, with a huge human face on it. The style of the painting is not as good as that of a primary school student. To put it more specifically and abstract.

There is also storage space inside the podium, but it also "needs a key" to open.

To sum up, after preliminary investigation, the clues were still concentrated on the old newspaper on the podium. If there were any tips... they should be there.

"Then... how are you doing there?" Xiao Ling briefly told Brother Jue the information collected by everyone and asked Rushi.

"Well...first..." Feng Bujue put down the newspaper in his hand, "This is a May newspaper, dated on May 19."

"What can that mean?" Gui Xiao asked.

"Do you remember the first sentence of the narrator is 'This is a summer evening'." Feng Bujue continued.

"Oh..." Gui Xiao nodded, "So what?"

"From the layout of this classroom, the name on the desk, and the atmosphere of the script..." An Yueqin explained at this time, "This is undoubtedly a horror story that takes place in Japan, and Japan and we are both in the northern hemisphere, so its 'summer' should be June, July and August every year."

"That is to say..." Ruoyu also continued. "Is this newspaper from a month or two?"

"Not necessarily..." Feng Bujue replied, "The year in the newspaper is Showa forty-seventh year, that is, 1972; it may be a newspaper a year or two ago, or a year or two ago, or even a newspaper a year or two ago..." He paused, "We have no way to speculate on the time when the script occurred, the specific age of these characters, graduation year and other information... Because the narration did not mention the specific time of the 'current', it only said 'had not seen for many years', and this 'year'... can be more than ten years, twenty years, or even thirty or forty years."

"But..." Xiao Tan looked suspicious when he heard this. "Didn't he say 'No one has changed much'? This means it's not too long, right?"

"Not necessarily." Feng Bujue immediately replied to these two words and continued. "Most people will say that when they reunite with their childhood friends after many years; because people's memories in childhood are the deepest. As long as they recognize the person in front of them, the memories at that time will be awakened, and the face in the memory will overlap with the face in front of them... and with some 'emotional' factors, they will naturally say such words as 'not changed'."

"Yes. This is the line I hear most often during class reunions." An Yueqin immediately continued.

"Hey... I said..." Gui Xiao seemed a little impatient at this moment, "What are you doing to study those things? Is it necessary to be so meticulous about the background of the characters? Isn't the focus now triggering lag, and then accepting the main task first?"

His words immediately attracted the attention of the entire team on the front line of Hell.

"You...why are you looking at me with such eyes..." Gui Xiao said, "It's so cunning."

"I know why you can't understand the 'limited script'." Feng Bujue shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "The patience is too poor."

"Tsk..." Gui Xiao said sideways, "This line and tone seem familiar... I always feel that Brother Chan has said similar things to me."

The "Zen Brother" he said was naturally just to smoke... Oh no... Meng Jingzhen.

"Hey? By the way, why don't you arrange a book with your teammates in the studio?" When Xiao Tan mentioned Brother Zen, he also remembered a bit of things.

"Uh...this..." Gui Xiao hesitated for a moment.

"This may involve the confidentiality of the studio, so you'd better stop asking." Xiao Ling was also very capable of observing words and expressions. After seeing this, she pushed her elbow and sighed Xiaoshang and reminded her.

"Oh! I'm sorry." Xiao sighed and smiled embarrassedly, "When I didn't ask any more."

"Well... Actually, there is nothing wrong with saying it." Gui Xiao curled his lips, "Anyway, you are not professional players, as long as you don't talk around, it's okay to tell you about this..." He paused for a moment and continued, "When we were rushing to level up, our studio will arrange complementary teams according to each person's characteristics; and I... are more suitable for single-row people." Gui Xiao spread his hands and continued in a proud tone, "To put it bluntly... I will become 100% of the 'non-limited abilities script'."

"On the other hand, this kind of book is a burden in front of you." Feng Bujue poured a basin of cold water after the other party showed off for two seconds.

"Stop talking!" Gui Xiao said, "Aren't you going to take me through the level with confidence? Now the script has been ten minutes since the beginning of the show, and you haven't even found the main mission! Why are you arrogant?"

"Don't worry, Yamada-kun." Feng Bujue smiled, "I'm about to tell you something that is closely related to the main line."

Immediately afterwards, Brother Jue smiled and said something tingling in a very relaxed tone: "From what I read in those few minutes... all the news in this newspaper is about a school. Of course, if nothing unexpected happens... it refers to the school we are in." He said, and he signaled the seats in the last row of corners of the classroom with his eyes. "The front page headline is 'The warehouse opposite the principal's office has caught fire. Although the fire has not spread, a student still died in the fire'; and the name of the deceased student... is Suzuki Takayuki."

When this sentence was expressed, his teammates...especially Xiaotan and Gui Xiao were shocked at that time.

Because they all remember the name engraved in the upper left corner of the seat, it was "Suzuki".

"You mean..." Two seconds later, Ruoyu was the first to answer, "That Suzuki is the squad leader who has not appeared for a long time?" She paused for a second, and continued, "Isn't this illogical?"

"Yes..." Xiaoling also said, "Just think he is the class monitor. Suzuki was burned to death when she was a student, and the matter was reported. His classmates had no reason not to know about this. Under this premise, the situation of "receiving his letter" can scare people to death. Who would still go to the appointment?"

"It makes sense." An Yueqin thought for a while and added, "From the tone of the narrator... No matter who the real class leader is, at least the students who come to the appointment think that he or she is still alive, so it is impossible to be Suzuki."

"Well, a good judgment." Feng Bujue listened to everyone's opinions and continued, "So, the actual situation may be... Suzuki Takayuki was indeed a member of this class, but he was not the class monitor, and he was burned to death when he was a student, so he did not appear at today's party. It is also possible... Suzuki who was burned to death was not a member of this class, but also a member of this school. After all, Suzuki is a relatively common surname in Japan."
Chapter completed!