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The Short-haired Woman looked at Shen Dongqing strangely, as if she had never t such a crazy and coarse person. However, in view of the fact that he was soone Zhou Wenyan was bringing along, she did not say anything in the end, only raising her feet to enter the classroom building first.
It was clear to them that the classroom building was very lively just now, but once they stepped into the classroom building, there was not a single student in sight. Despite that, motion-sensitive lights along the corridor were still bright.
As Wu Jia followed behind her, he said: "Teacher Chen's office is on the fourth floor."
There was an elevator in the classroom building, but for the sake of safety, they did not take the elevator and chose to climb the stairs instead.
Ta ta ta—
In the silence, only the sound of their footsteps echoed in the stairwell.
The motion sensitive lights in the stairwell were ineffective with its sporadic flickering; and even when it was functioning, their surroundings were grey and obscured. As the five of them climbed up the stairs, the shadows behind them elongated.
Wu Jia felt that the atmosphere was slightly strange so he could not resist comnting: "This ga copy is way too strange, why haven't we encountered a single ghost?"
The Short-haired Woman released a cold snort.
Wu Jia reacted. His crow mouth was at work again. He shut his mouth hastily.
Shen Dongqing, who was walking at the front, uttered: "We did encounter so. We encountered three of them."
It was just that they were not resistant to beatings.
The Short-haired Woman asked: "Are there any warning signs?"
The others have yet to encounter a ghost, and they must have triggered sothing to attract their murderous intentions.
Nothing ca to Shen Dongqing's mind so he shook his head. "I don't know."
Then, from the very front of the group, Zhou Wenyan asked: "If your experintal little white mice broke out of prison, what would all of you do?"
Wu Jia was the first to answer: "Catch them back."
The Short-haired Woman's footsteps faltered as she contemplated for a mont. The "little white mice" that Zhou Wenyan was referring to were not actual little white mice, but the players themselves. Since that was the case…
"For the ga copy, players co at a very low-cost, to the extent where we're not even equal to the little white mice in value. I would…" The Short-haired Woman paused, "Get rid of the unstable factors."
Zhou Wenyan said in an indifferent tone: "We'll be encountering a ghost very soon."
The most timid Bespectacled Lady shuddered and she tugged on the Short-haired Woman. "Older sister, I'm scared. You…"
The Short-haired Woman was quite annoyed but she restrained herself as she comforted her: "It'll be fine."
Since they were talking just now, everyone had co to a stop, but now that the conversation was over, they continued to climb upwards.
The fourth floor was not high; logically speaking, they should have reached the floor without needing much ti, but they could not see a shadow of the fourth floor as they continued to wind up the staircase.
Wu Jia took out his phone. "It's 9 o' clock."
Kacha—
The motion-sensitive lights short circuited in a tily fashion, plunging the entire stairwell into darkness, so dark that they struggled to see their five fingers even when it was in front of them.
Bespectacled Lady issued a surprised noise.
The Short-haired Woman berated her: "Shut your mouth."
The technological developnts in this ga copy was better than most, and it was almost on par with their real world. All of the players possessed smartphones and they ca with a flashlight function.
Wu Jia said: "Use mine first."
This ga copy was not that simple, which ant that it was highly plausible that they would need to use their phones later. They could never go wrong by economising their battery power.
Holding the phone that was in flashlight mode, Wu Jia shone out a ray of bright light.
With the light, the Bespectacled Lady's emotions also beca steadier.
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The Bespectacled Lady walking at the very back was completely oblivious to this.
Because of her fears, she kept her head lowered the entire ti and she did not even dare to look back, deathly afraid that she would see a frightening scene.
The pitch-black figure stepped on the Bespectacled Lady's shadow on tiptoes, shrinking the distance between them bit by bit, until the pitch-black figure was completely plastered on the Bespectacled Lady's back.
The Bespectacled Lady only felt her body becoming heavier and heavier as a chill ran down her spine.
Raising her leg forcibly, she stepped on the last step on the flight of stairs. Just as she was about to round around a corner, a hand patted her shoulder gently.
Subconsciously, the Bespectacled Lady turned her head back, essentially pasting her face together with that featureless visage.
The Bespectacled Lady was scared to the point where she wanted to shriek, but before her voice could slip out from her throat, her expression suddenly dimd down and she took a step back, exchanging places with the pitch-black figure.
She beca the last person, while the pitch-black figure occupied the Bespectacled Lady's place.
The Short-haired Woman's voice travelled over from the front. "What are you dawdling for?"
A ray of light shone over.
The pitch-black figure raised its head, "Coming." It had taken on the Bespectacled Lady's appearance.
The Short-haired Woman did not notice anything strange. "Catch up, will you?"
The pitch-black figure smiled as it caught up with her.
The classroom building had a total of sixth floors, and despite going round and round, they could not reach the highest floor.
Wu Jia: "Did we et a ghost wall?"
He retrieved a talisman and threw it front. The talisman burnt up instantaneously but it did not show any reaction.
Shen Dongqing: "It seems like it but it doesn't seem like it…"
All of a sudden, the "Bespectacled Lady" at the very back spoke up: "I heard of a ghost story concerning this classroom building once."
The Bespectacled Lady was considered as the person with the least sense of existence within the group.
Hence, upon hearing her speak, everyone looked over.
With its head lowered, "Bespectacled Lady" said: "Owing to the fact that the electrical circuitry in this classroom building was very old, it would frequently experience short circuiting and power outages. In order to ensure that they wouldn't be trapped inside the lift, many students would usually choose to take the stairs. But on a certain night, five students decided to run to this classroom building after their classes to look for stimulation and they walked up these stairs, but for so unknown reason, they could never reach the top.
"Just when they finally realised that sothing was amiss, the student walking at the very back felt soone patting his shoulder. Initially, he thought it was a prank. Turning around, he was on the verge of hurling out expletives when he felt a burst of absent-mindedness and he proceeded to lose his consciousness.
"When the student woke up on the second day, he realised that no one could see him, and his identity had been supplanted by a ghost. He, who had lost his identity, could only pace around the stairwell, waiting to supplant another person's identity.
"Say, who do you think that student will choose?"
"Bespectacled Lady" raised its head, revealing an eerie smile.
The story did not sound terrifying, but when it was combined with their current environnt, it gave the impression that it was extrely terrifying upon closer thought.
After the "Bespectacled Lady" narrated the story, it raised its hand to pat on the person in front.
Shen Dongqing turned his head back with so visible confusion as he mumbled, "What are you patting
for?"
In the instant where he turned around, the "Bespectacled Lady" started changing its form, turning back its pitch-black figure. As the humanoid figure continued to squirm, its facial features gradually beca an image of Shen Dongqing.
Just as it was about to replace Shen Dongqing, its body started to spasm violently and it revealed pain on its visage.
The pitch-black figure's screams were filled with misery as its body tore open abruptly, like it was being ripped apart from a pair of formless hands. In the end, it transford into green smoke, disappearing right then and there.
Ding—
A sign drifted down from mid-air, landing on the place where the pitch-black figure originally stood.
Shen Dongqing was perplexed. "That's it?"
This ghost was worse than the previous three; he originally thought that he was going to unleash its ultimate but it suddenly died before it could even exhibit any of its powers?
Wu Jia stopped over and picked up the sign that had "A-4" written on it.
Honestly speaking, given that the pitch-black figure's serial number was A-4, it was definitely stronger than the first three.
However, it was far unluckier because it had a direct encounter with Shen Dongqing. Of all the people it could have swapped identities with, why did it have to choose a person who was originally a millennia-old ferocious ghost? Wouldn't it be equivalent to committing suicide if any one tried to replace him?
Shen Dongqing: "This is way too senseless."
* * *
Once the Bespectacled Lady, who had fallen behind, woke up from that incident, she refused to walk at the very back no matter what. Hence, Wu Jia could only cover the rear but it was alright for him because the ghost wall had disappeared after the pitch-black figure committed suicide. Very quickly, they reached the fourth floor.
All the students in the classroom building were already gone. The building was utterly silent.
The corridor was narrow, the doors on both sides of the walls were shut tightly.
It was slightly hard to breathe in this stifling space.
Wu Jia pointed at the centre most door. "That should be Teacher Chen's office."
The door was locked.
It was ti for Shen Dongqing's favourite segnt of violently opening the door again.
With a long "peng
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