(All of you play the ga for !)
Edited by Silver Wind
The night descended.
Like a light carriage going down a familiar road, Zhou Wenyan and Shen Dongqing felt their way into the Dean's office.
This ti around, there were no homicides in sight when they opened the door, and they managed to step inside the office smoothly.
However, the office was absurdly quiet tonight; let alone little children, not even the shadow of a ghost could be seen.
Perhaps the children could only be called out when the music box sounded.
Zhou Wenyan: "Did you bring the music box?"
Shen Dongqing felt his pockets: "I forgot about it."
The bulk of the music box was slightly big and it was not convenient to bring it on his person. Hence, he had placed it inside the room, and he only rembered that it was not on him when they needed to use it.
"I'll go back and get it." Shen Dongqing turned around to leave. Just as he was passing through the door, he seed to think of sothing, which made him turn back. "The painting is gone."
When Shen Dongqing was in the office last night, he had stepped on the portrait painting. Right now, however, the canvas was still on the floor while the person in the portrait had disappeared, only leaving that one familiar footprint.
The Dean had co out.
* * *
During the night, players would usually choose to hide in their room, bury their heads, and sleep. Hence, no one realised that there was a human figure slowly making his way to the second floor quietly before he pushed open one of the room doors.
Creak—
The creaking noise of a door opening rang out in the corridor.
Perhaps soone had heard the sound, but they chose to maintain their silence.
The Uncle looked left and right before he slinked into the room. Borrowing the moonlight, he could see that the room was completely empty. He closed the door with light movents and turned on his flashlight to rummage through the room.
After searching for a while, the Uncle ceased his movents. He raised his flashlight to scan the area and discovered that there was a music box below the pillow.
Most people would never bring a music box into the ga, which ant that it was highly possible that they had found this prop in the Dean's office last night.
The Uncle stuffed the music box into his clothes, first revealing a joyous smile before he spoke in an offhand and ferocious manner. "I knew they were fucking lying to ."
Since he had found the item he wanted, the Uncle intended to leave while its inhabitants had yet to make their return. However, just as he turned his body, he froze on the spot.
Unbeknownst to him, the door behind him had been opened by soone. A black and thinning figure could be seen standing in the corridor. They were not far from the entrance, but they could not be properly discerned.
The Uncle swallowed his saliva, not daring to move. Instead, he made use of the distance between him and the other person to start talking nonstop: "I don't want to do this as well, who told you to hide the prop? I want to live too."
That person did not move. The Uncle could only sense that he was being stared at by that ice-cold gaze.
The Uncle released a heavy exhale as he raised the music box: "If you don't give this to , I might as well destroy it! None of us will get the chance to leave!"
Saying that, he pretended to smash the music box towards the ground with force.
But the Uncle only wanted to scare those two brats and he was prepared to stop at any given ti. When all was said and done, he was not willing to lay waste to such an important prop for nothing.
Sure enough, imdiately after he said those words, that black and thin figure seed to sway before they walked closer to the door.
Pleased, the Uncle stopped his action. "Is it bad for everyone to work together? As long as you give it to , I'll safekeep…"
His voice ceased abruptly.
Under the moonlight, the person walking over was not Shen Dongqing, and it was not Zhou Wenyan either, it was…
Wearing a
long black dress, the ashen-pale Dean gave him an eerie smile.
The Uncle shuddered, imdiately shutting the door in subconscious reflex. But shutting the door was not enough; he took quite a few objects to block the door, wanting to slow down the speed of the Dean's arrival.
Da da da—
The Dean's footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, but each step seed to land on the Uncle's chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The Uncle was akin to an ant on a hot plate; he did not know what he should do as he stood in the small and narrow room.
The door had been blocked, there was only the window… Right, right, the window!
The Uncle flung himself towards the window, using one hand to pull open the window as he used one foot to step out.
"This is the second floor, it doesn't matter." As he said that, he lowered his head to look down.
And then he was confronted with a small face.
"You're a bad person." Shun Shun raised his head, the space between his forehead artless and innocent. "You stole my stuff."
The Uncle tried to defend himself. "No, it wasn't , soone else took it, it wasn't !"
Shun Shun: "It's you, you're a bad person."
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In the dead silent kindergarten, a wretched scream rang out, followed by a loud thud, like sothing had smashed into the ground.
The music box rumbled as it rolled far away, triggering the clockwork spring on top, which caused the sweet-sounding music to reverberate.
Ding ling ling, ding ling ling—
Shun Shun walked out from the shadows with a bounce in his step. Leaping past the puddle of blood, he stooped over and picked up the music box. He held the music box in his embrace and crooned out a song: "I am the little hero of this kindergarten—"
But Shun Shun did not remain happy for long, since he saw familiar figures standing on the second floor looking at him the mont he turned around. It was unknown how long they had been standing there for, and they even made him jump in shock.
Frightened, Shun Shun hugged his music box, turned around, and ran.
Other people were the ones running as they were being chased by the ghost, but in this instance, Shen Dongqing was the one chasing the ghost as he ran.
He chased up to Shun Shun in two to three strides, and he took advantage of his height to haul the child up.
Shun Shun's short legs swayed in mid-air. They flailed for a long ti before Shun Shun finally understood he had no way of running, thus, he opened his mouth to called for external assistance: "Mommy—"
Unfortunately for him, Shen Dongqing covered his mouth swiftly.
"Wuu wuu…"
He was a small BOSS in front of the other players, but in the face of Shen Dongqing, he was reduced into a small and little child, who was pitiable and helpless.
Shen Dongqing's voice beca gentler: "Don't be nervous."
Shun Shun beca more panic-stricken in expression, and he looked like he was going to cry out in the next second.
Shen Dongqing: "Let
ask you a question, is that alright?"
Under such circumstances, it was not up to Shun Shun to reject his request, so he held back his tears and nodded.
When they realised the Dean in the painting had disappeared, Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan had distributed their tasks and went their separate ways: one of them would obstruct the Den while the other would catch Shun Shun.
Furthermore, Zhou Wenyan had deliberately instructed Shen Dongqing to ask Shun Shun two questions after he found him.
Shen Dongqing recalled those questions before he asked: "Did you cause the deaths of the kindergarten staff mbers?"
Shun Shun felt the three words "cause the death" was not an appropriate descriptor. When Shen Dongqing moved his hand away, he said: "All of them were bad teachers, they shouldn't be in the school, I only chased them away."
If they were normal teachers, it goes without saying that they could be chased away. But those people were players, if they were forced to leave the ga premises before the ga concluded, their only ending was death.
Shen Dongqing: "Why did you chase them away?"
"I already said that they're bad teachers!" Shun Shun pursed his lips before he tried to explain, "They don't like my friends, they tried to hurt them, and they did bad things, which is why I wanted to chase them away, I want to protect the kindergarten!"
At this mont, Zhou Wenyan shook off the Dean and ca to the first floor of the classroom building.
Still holding onto Shun Shun, Shen Dongqing handed him over to Zhou Wenyan before he recounted the answers to the questions he had asked just now.
After hearing his narration, Zhou Wenyan said: "He's not wrong in saying that."
The three players in their instance had more or less committed those taboos.
The Long-skirted Lady promised to play with the children but went back on her word later; the circumstances that surrounded the Blonde-haired Boy was unknown, but from the looks of it, he probably encountered Guo Guo last night, and he struck first to gain the advantage due to his fears; the Uncle belonged to the death-seeking category through and through, since the people who originally took away the music box was both of them, and Shun Shun was supposed to look for them. In the end, Shun Shun had bumped into the thieving Uncle, who was then summarily disposed of.
Zhou Wenyan looked towards the deathly pale and small faced Shun Shun before he asked: "What happens if you lose the ga?"
Feeling strange, Shun Shun tilted his head: "If you lose, you lose, it's just a ga ah." He said resentfully, "Why are all the adults so petty?"
Zhou Wenyan finally understood.
The death condition for this instance was not the ga playing. The Dean had already stated it clearly: the players must fulfil their duties and obligations, and be a good teacher.
It was just that the ga hit them with a sentence, asking "whence did the children die
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