And judging from this tone, there is more than one transparent person in the room.
Xiaolan picked up another pen and started writing on the whiteboard.
"Hmph, you're definitely going to lose."
The suspended pen paused, and then wrote, "You can speak, we can hear you."
"What are we competing against?" Xiaolan cleared her throat and shouted into the empty classroom.
The pen danced again, "Game 1, rock, paper, scissors."
Play rock, paper, scissors with a transparent person?
"Start." The pen wrote slowly.
No matter so much, Xiaolan raised her hand, shouted "rock, paper, scissors", and swung her rock.
The pen kept writing.
"You win."
That's it?
Although she didn't know how she won, Xiaolan raised her chin proudly, waved her hand and said, "Here, the next round."
"You have to win three times in a row to be considered a winner." The pen wrote one stroke after another.
"Okay, you have the final say," Xiaolan rolled up her sleeves, "Rock, paper, scissors!"
This time I got a pair of scissors.
"You win."
Xiaolan beamed with joy and won the first time. Although she didn’t know how to grasp it, she must grasp it!
The third set.
“Rock, paper, scissors!”
Xiaolan came out of the stone again.
This time, the pen shook a few times and paused for a few seconds before writing on the whiteboard, "You cheated. You were slow."
The handwriting this time is different from before.
"I..." Xiaolan choked for a moment, "I cheated? I don't even know where you are. Please abide by the rules of the game. There is no shame in losing."
The pen was thrown to the ground, and after a while, it floated faintly again.
"Second round, wrestling."
"Wait a minute!" Xiaolan's eyes widened, "This transition is a bit too fast!"
It was indeed too fast, because as soon as she finished saying this, Xiaolan felt a huge force grab the back of her neck, which made her suddenly recall the days when she and the fool were competing in martial arts (and getting beaten).
However, the flexibility of this force was still a little weaker than that of Brother Fool. Xiaolan lowered her head along with the push, grabbed back with both hands, and sure enough, she caught something.
There was no time to figure out whether it was an arm or a torso. Xiaolan clamped the thing tightly, raised both hands, and thought he had completed a smooth dry land pulling onions, and threw the thing forward.
"I won!" Xiaolan, who stood up straight again, jumped twice on the spot and cheered.
The pen fell to the ground again, and when it floated up again, the writing movement was a little sluggish.
"You threw the judge out, hurt the referee, and received a yellow card."
Xiaolan's waving hand stopped in mid-air.
There is actually a referee?
Let's put it this way...the person writing this should be the referee.
Let's put it this way...I just threw him out.
As if he had guessed Xiaolan's thoughts, the pen wrote, "That's right."
"The second game starts again."
As soon as he started writing, Xiaolan felt a cold wind hit his ankles.
She jumped away.
"Good work!" Xiaolan praised.
Although I didn't see it.
Then, the good work came again.
This time, Xiaolan did not dodge the kick. Instead, she fell down suddenly and reached out to firmly clamp down on her feet.
Got it!
I don’t believe it’s still the referee this time!
By the way...how many yellow cards did it take to get sent off?
Xiaolan pinched the slender wrists hard, and after realizing that it was a girl, she only used 90% of the strength she usually used when gesticulating with fools, threw her over her shoulders, and pushed her invisible opponent to the ground.
The pen fell to the ground again.
Xiaolan's heart tightened for a second.
No, no, no, there won't be judges lying on the ground to judge.
After a while, the pen floated up and wrote on the whiteboard, "You win."
"Ha," Xiaolan twisted her wrist, "Come on, come on..."
"But you made her cry, you have to apologize to her." Before Xiaolan finished speaking, the pen added another sentence.
Cried?
Xiaolan put away the arrogant smile on her face and looked at the place where she had just knocked down her opponent.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it... I mean, although I did it on purpose, it was you who made the first move after all... No, I didn't say anything bad about you..."
There was an impatient tapping sound at the whiteboard.
Xiaolan looked over and saw another line of new words appeared.
"In the third game, please close your eyes when it gets dark."
"What do you mean?" Xiaolan laughed naively, "And what's the difference between me now and closing my eyes?"
"Play the game "Please Close Your Eyes at Darkness" with other people in the class. If your camp wins, you win."
Sounds like a game where you can catch all the remaining people?
Xiaolan immediately stretched out her hand, "Okay, so what are the rules of the game of "please close your eyes when it's dark?"
"The killer wants to kill people, and people want to catch the murderer."
Just this sentence.
What the hell is this rule?
"The game begins."
"etc!……"
"Please draw a card."
A dozen cards floated out from the desk drawer, and then scattered around Xiaolan one by one. The last card was turned upside down and handed to Xiaolan.
Xiaolan touched the card in confusion.
The other cards seemed to have been lifted up by the owner for a glance, and then kept upside down, so Xiaolan also clutched her own card tightly, hid it in the palm of her hand, and moved it to her eyes to take a sneak peek.
There was another tapping sound at the whiteboard.
Xiaolan looked over.
"Even if she can't see you, you can't stand behind her and peek at her cards. I, the referee, am still alive."
Xiaolan quickly hid the cards and waved her hand behind her cautiously, "Go away, go away, why are you peeking at my cards."
I didn't expect him to be a good and upright referee.
The whiteboard moved, seemingly moved to the center of their field of vision by the referee.
"Please close your eyes when it gets dark."
Xiaolan held the cards and looked around confusedly, "What do you mean? Do you want to close your eyes?"
"You don't have to close your eyes, you can't see."
"Oh well."
"Killer, please open your eyes."
Only then did Xiaolan remember that she hadn't looked at her ID badge yet.
She huddled up, wrapped her arms with her coat, and looked at the cards quietly.
civilian.
That said, I want to catch the murderer.
Xiaolan glanced at the blank space in front of her.
There is only one truth, the murderer is in this pile of air!
***
After Baomu finished sending the message, he walked towards the small red door that appeared in front of him.
Why do I have a strange feeling?
This feeling never appears in my body. I make judgments based on other perceptions, unless...unless this feeling is a mixture of other perceptions.
Uneasy sense of smell, hearing, touch, and even taste.
Baomu's tongue began to tingle inexplicably.
His fingers touched the door.
no.
It's not safe here.
He was just about to take out his cell phone, but unexpectedly, the closed door creaked open and a small crack opened. The seemingly narrow crack radiated huge suction, sucking Baomu directly in.