But now that the black and white dice have disappeared, female reporters have indeed fallen out of the scope of this rule.
After she noticed that the restraint in her body disappeared, she remembered something and immediately looked up at the ceiling of the corridor.
The ceiling was still charred, but the dark matter before they entered the rules had not penetrated into it. The charred ceiling scorched by the flames looked the same as when they first came up.
"Even if you think I'm self-righteous, I still came out." The female reporter looked around and said harshly.
Hearing this, Xu Shuo was speechless, but curled his lips with unknown meaning.
After he closed the notebook, he turned and left.
"Hey wait, where are you going?!"
The female reporter subconsciously followed two steps, but the young man in black directly hit the door of a classroom in her sight, and then disappeared completely into it.
In this way, even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to follow.
The female reporter approached the classroom where he disappeared, stood on tiptoes, and looked through the secondary window of the classroom door to see what was going on inside.
Inside is a very ordinary teaching classroom, with four rows and five rows of single desks, and the chair seats are neatly retracted into the desks. The entire classroom looks clean and tidy.
There were no people, no books, and no trace of any activity.
In the dim orphanage, these classrooms are like standard models, placed here for people to visit and take pictures.
The female reporter did not open the door and go in, but looked up at the ceiling again.
The sense of crisis on the third floor also disappeared.
Did the impact on the third floor that was previously affected by the explosion disappear after they entered the rules of black and white dice?
In other words, this is still a space on the other side. Even after leaving the rules of black and white dice, it will not return to the original space?
The female reporter walked to the stairs and wanted to shout if the photographer upstairs was there, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she remembered the rules of the orphanage.
——Don’t shout in the classroom.
Moreover, in this dark and eerie place, if you shout unexpectedly, it seems that it will attract the attention of some monsters, right?
After hesitating, the female reporter was about to walk up the stairs when suddenly she heard footsteps coming from downstairs.
The female reporter quickly turned around and hid her body behind the corner near the stairs on the first floor, so that she could react immediately when the target on the first floor came up.
She took out the marbles from her pocket, kneaded them gently with her fingertips, and stared at the stairs.
The footsteps were neither urgent nor slow, and were already coming up.
The figure of the other person was also revealed when he stepped onto the last step. She was a girl wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and a red sleeveless jacket. There was the Qiming Community badge on the chest of the jacket.
It's that... female social worker.
Seeing that it was her, the female reporter was stunned for a moment.
"Huh?!"
At this time, the female social worker also discovered the person hiding behind the wall, and was so frightened that she jumped to the side.
The female reporter reacted, looked her up and down while keeping a distance, and asked curiously: "Why did you come out? Have you finished that thing?"
However, the system does not indicate that side task 2 has been completed.
The female social worker had a cute look on her face. After being stunned for a moment, she said sheepishly: "I didn't finish it, and I don't know how I got out. Then I thought I wanted to catch up with you, so I went upstairs to take a look."
"What did you encounter inside?" the female reporter asked with a frown.
"A little boy kept asking me questions about what he was. After I answered a few questions, I suddenly found that he was missing." The female social worker also seemed very confused.
"What...what is what?" The female reporter was stunned.
"That is, is this a pigeon, is this a panda, is this a dolphin..."
"How did you answer?"
"Well... I've never seen these animals, so I don't know what they look like, so I just kept saying 'yes' perfunctorily, and he actually believed me, hehe~" The female social worker scratched her head in embarrassment.
"..."Female reporter.
Although it sounds incredible, it seems to be completely fine for this person.
So, is this guy considered a cute guy?
But why hasn’t Side Mission 2 been completed yet?
Or does it mean that it doesn’t count because it didn’t achieve any goal?
At this time, the female social worker looked around the corridor and asked curiously: "By the way, where are the photographer and the guide? Are you separated too?"
The female reporter temporarily lowered her guard and nodded: "There was an unavoidable rule at the stairway on the second floor, which caused the three of us to accidentally separate."
"Eh...then there are only two of us left now, where should we go next?" The female social worker looked at her with a sad expression, as if she regarded her as her backbone.
"Go directly to the third floor." the female reporter said.
"Where's the rule you just mentioned?" The female social worker looked towards the stairs leading to the third floor.
"It's gone. Just go up."
"Oooh!"
The female social worker took the lead. She had just come up from the second floor and went straight to the third floor. The female reporter stood behind and watched her back. She only raised her heels when she reached the middle of the corridor safely.
…
The third floor seemed to have suffered more serious fire damage than the second floor.
Just standing in the stairwell, I can already smell the smell of scorched lake coming from the third floor. The walls on the side of the building are scorched black, and you can touch the black ash on your hand if you touch it.
The female social worker subconsciously leaned her hand against the wall. When she touched the grainy texture, she took her hand back and saw that her pale skin was covered with dirt.
"Besides not setting fire, there seems to be no other requirements on the third floor, right?" The female social worker stood in the middle of the stairs, turned around and asked softly.
"Not necessarily, it's better to be cautious, after all..."
Upon hearing this, the female reporter subconsciously retorted, but she suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
She seemed to know why the man just said she was "self-righteous".
After all, rules do change.
"What's wrong?" The female social worker tilted her head.
"It's very weird here. After all, there are places where there are weird things that cannot be understood. It's better to pay more attention." The female reporter continued her words.
"Yes, sister is so thoughtful!"
The female social worker seemed to suddenly realize it, and immediately gave her a compliment, her voice jumping with joy.
The female reporter was slightly stunned and looked up.
There are no electric lights in the Qiming Building, and the scattered moonlight shines in from the corridor, and only a little penetrates into the stairwell, making the face of the girl standing with the moonlight behind her back in the corridor dim and unclear, and her expression cannot be seen clearly.
I don't know whether it was because of the reflection of the cold moonlight or some other reason, but the skin of her exposed arms looked a little pale when viewed like this.
…
The end of the corridor on the third floor.
Room 301.
The room is large, with seven rows of single canopy beds neatly arranged inside, and opposite the bed is a row of cabinets with desks.
This is the dormitory for children in the orphanage.
At this time, a nine-year-old boy wearing suspenders and suit pants was sitting neatly on a chair, with a Bible book on his knees, and his burnt-yellow eyes were staring at the writing, but what was reflected was not the words.
The face in the appointment letter was calm, and no matter what time it was, he seemed to have a calm but indifferent elegance about him.
