Of course, more importantly, the black and white dice are still there, which means that if they walk over, they may also be pulled into the rules.
But it is indeed the only way to go.
"Wait and see." the photographer said.
"Okay." The female reporter has no problem.
They planned to wait for a while. Maybe the people waiting to get in would solve the rules and they could pass safely?
It's just that until now, the second side mission triggered in the yard has not been completed.
In the strange, desolate orphanage, in the silent and dim atmosphere, the mission has never been completed, which makes it difficult not to feel a certain sense of depression.
There were no lights on in the orphanage, and the only illumination was the cool moonlight falling from the sky.
The moon is full, and the light is quite bright. At least the situation in the corridor and everyone's appearance can be seen clearly, which means that it will be a little dark inside the corridor.
"Speaking of which, why did we choose to visit at night?" the female reporter suddenly asked the police assistant next to her out of curiosity.
"How do I know?" the police assistant said coldly.
"I wonder if the characters in horror movies all come out at night to seek death? Is there something wrong with these people?" The female reporter turned her head and complained in a low voice to the photographer next to her.
"..." Photographer.
Don't scold yourself.
He looked at the police auxiliary wearing a sky blue uniform next to him. The shadow on the other person's body seemed to be heavier. His face was pale in the moonlight, stiff and lifeless.
The photographer asked aloud: "When other people come to visit here, do you usually bring them with you?"
"Not necessarily, it depends on who is on duty."
"Is your neighborhood office responsible for managing these places?"
"Otherwise?" The assistant police officer looked at him: "Were you just born, and you only know these things now?"
"..."
The photographer and the female reporter looked at each other and looked away in cold sweat.
If you are found to have a problem by a character in the script, your performance value can be directly deducted into a huge negative number. Even if you complete the main mission, you may not be able to become a positive person, and you will directly receive a huge punishment package!
But under normal circumstances, the NPC's cognition will change according to the settings that the player adds to himself.
In other words, if the player shapes the character into a funny character, even if the character is originally an iceberg boss, the NPC will not think there is anything wrong.
Therefore, the probability of a collapse is still very small.
It's just that all the player can change is the character's personality, not the character's original experience.
People in this world seem to be accustomed to weirdness.
The female reporter laughed and said: "It's bad, it's because we don't know anything about Qiming Orphanage, so we want to come to visit and investigate this time... Just in time, do you know how long it has been since Qiming Orphanage was built?"
While talking, the female reporter had already taken out a small notebook and black pen from her vest jacket, looking like she was ready to listen solemnly.
The photographer next to him also reacted quickly and raised the SLR that was hanging on his chest for decoration. The scene seemed to have the appearance of an interview.
It just looked a bit weird in the desolate and silent orphanage. A normal interview should definitely not look like this.
The police assistant looked at the two of them expressionlessly.
After a long while, he read out the answer: "It was built in 2002, so it has been ten years."
Reporter: "Have you ever changed the dean?"
Auxiliary police officer: "Changed, three."
Reporter: "How long has the last dean been in office?"
Auxiliary police officer: "Three months, maybe."
Reporter: "It was so short. Did the orphanage become...like this after he took office?"
Auxiliary police officer: "He took office only after this happened."
Reporter: "Ah...oh!"
The female reporter was stunned for two seconds, then her eyes suddenly brightened, and her tone became serious: "Then do you know why the orphanage became like this?"
The assistant police officer's face turned gray and he looked at her stiffly without any fluctuation: "There's a fire, can't you see it?"
There are traces of fire everywhere in the Qiming Building.
In fact, their character information also stated that a certain newspaper was on the verge of bankruptcy, so they sent two warriors to investigate the truth behind the fire in Qiming Orphanage, intending to use this explosive news to bring the newspaper back to life!
Currently, the premise is that the two warriors can come out alive.
The female reporter looked at him and blinked, took half a step back calmly, and continued to ask: "Then what was the cause of the fire? Do you know?"
The assistant police officer shook his head slowly: "I heard that the combustibles were caused by the third floor. I don't know the specific cause, and it's not important now."
The female reporter nodded cooperatively, and then cautiously asked, "Then the director you just mentioned, who took over after the fact, is he still in the orphanage?"
After the words fell, the police assistant suddenly turned his head and stared at her.
The face that was pale by the moonlight seemed to have become like a zombie, stiff, dull, and lifeless. Suddenly, the sclera of his eyes seemed to have turned into a pitch black color, which was scary and weird.
The female reporter tightened her grip on the black pen and was almost ready to throw it.
But the next moment, the police assistant replied in a dull voice: "She should still be there."
"...should...should?"
"The rules you see now are what he passed on."
The assistant police officer gestured to the pamphlet inserted in her vest pocket and said: "He was the first SOA investigator to enter Qiming Orphanage. Although he successfully passed on the information, he seemed to be trapped in it."
here."
The female reporter breathed a sigh of relief and took the time to ask: "Then where is he usually?"
"I don't know." The police assistant's voice was low.
"Eh?"
"Who knows... maybe he is not necessarily still alive, because no one can survive here. Even if he is still alive, he is probably no longer a normal person."
The police assistant's voice suddenly became erratic, and when he said this, an extremely strange and sinister smile appeared on his face.
"Well, that's really a pity."
The female reporter chuckled, silently took two steps back, and poked the photographer next to her without leaving a trace with the black pen she held in her hand.
The photographer looked at her, and the female reporter quietly winked at the police assistant.
But the photographer shook his head slightly.
Now is not the time to take action. Although the mental state of this police auxiliary is obviously getting weirder and weirder, as long as it is not completely abnormal, you can continue to use it!
If possible, there is a corridor on the third floor that he has to spearhead, and he has to be asked to open the stall door.
So the photographer opened a pack of candies, handed one to the police assistant and said, "It's boring. Do you want some candies?"
The police assistant glanced at him without any hesitation.
The photographer put the candy directly into his hand, then ate one himself and said, "You're welcome, I brought a lot."
With everything in hand, the assistant policeman put the candy into his mouth and chewed it indifferently while moving his cheeks.
…
The three of them stood in the corridor on the second floor, interviewing, eating sweets, and chatting. It had been at least ten minutes.
But the second side mission has not been completed yet.
The female reporter looked anxiously in the direction of the yard. One side of the corridor here was open, facing the yard and the gate, and she could clearly see the scene below.
But the people in the first group were nowhere to be seen, and the swing by the flower bed was still swinging slowly.
The female reporter looked away again and quickly glanced at the black and white dice on the ground.
"Are we going to keep waiting?" she asked the teammate next to her in a low voice.
"..."
The photographer frowned in thought.
After a long while, he hesitated and said: "Perhaps there is another passage within the rules. There should be no chance of going up to the third floor. The prerequisite is that we pass this rule?"
The female reporter looked up at the ceiling: "I want to say, can't we just climb up from the corridor?"
This building is not high, and the corridors on the second and third floors are only three meters apart. If you stand on the corridor guard wall, you should be able to climb up directly if you are good at it.
What's more important is that the manual only says that you can't use unconventional means to enter the orphanage, but it doesn't say that you can't use unconventional means to get upstairs in the orphanage!
The female reporter looked at her teammates with burning eyes.
The photographer looked at the police assistant: "Can we climb the wall to the third floor?"
"It should be possible. The rules don't prohibit it, but I can't climb up." The police assistant glanced at the guard wall of the corridor.
"It's okay. I'll pull you up first when I go up later!" the female reporter said.
"..." The police assistant did not refuse.
The photographer then looked at the proposer of the plan.
The female reporter waved her hand: "Okay, since it was me who proposed it, I'll go ahead."
As she spoke, the female reporter stuffed the notebook back into her vest pocket, bit the black pen in her mouth, then relaxed her muscles and jumped onto the parapet, looking up at the smooth and blackened wall of the third floor corridor above.
There was no place to start on the wall, but she bent down slightly, stepped heavily on the wall, and jumped upwards lightly.
The female reporter stretched out her hands and firmly grasped the 20-centimeter-wide parapet wall on the third floor, and then did a pull-up to push her body up.
She immediately raised her head and glanced at the situation on the third floor.
Then she discovered that it was right in front of her...
A young man wearing black clothes and black trousers leaned forward and leaned lazily against the wall near the stairs. He was holding a thin notebook in one hand and a pen in the other. He was writing something on it while lowering his head.
And just when her eyes were focused on it, the other party also looked up.
Eyes facing each other.
The atmosphere suddenly solidified.
The young man looked at her quietly, his eyes so dark that they seemed to be filled with black mist, without any emotion in them.
Female reporter: "...Hi...Hi~?"
After thinking about it, the female reporter awkwardly raised her hand and said hello.
However, when she subconsciously opened her mouth, the black pen that was originally in her mouth suddenly fell, spinning towards the ground in the third floor corridor!
The female reporter reacted suddenly, her eyes widened and she quickly reached out to grab it.
But her slow movements were obviously too late.
The black pen finally hit the ground with a "clack".
