Ryan quickly looked up and observed his surroundings, with a calm gaze.
Obviously, these should be the rules of the second level.
A test of fear tolerance and observation ability?
The key was indeed no longer on him.
The goal was also obvious. He needed to find the key and then leave this classroom without being killed or discovered by that "ghost", and then he would pass the test.
In other words.
He had a ten-minute safe period. After ten minutes, that ghost would set its sights on him, right?
Ryan's mind was spinning rapidly.
...
On the outside.
The examiner and the several trainees were looking at the scene in the picture.
The vampire exclaimed in astonishment, "Is this the second level? I always feel that the style of this room is very different from our world."
The examiner said hoarsely, "Every test for you is based on elements taken from your cognition and memories by that room. So just watch. After you enter, that room will also materialize scenes familiar to you."
The vampire asked in surprise, "Instructor, do you know the way to break through this level?"
The examiner shook his head and said, "This is a test tailored to him personally. Only the room itself knows what the specific script is like."
...
In the classroom.
Ryan narrowed his eyes and roughly understood the information he had obtained.
Now the most important thing was how to find his key.
He moved his gaze away from the notebook and carefully checked the drawer under the desk. There were many textbooks and books inside, but without exception, the contents inside were all blurry, as if they had been severely scribbled over.
There were no clues in the drawer.
His gaze then fell on the stationery bag in front of him.
He glanced around and then reached out, took the stationery bag, and pulled the zipper.
Zip—
The sound of pulling the zipper instantly broke the silence of the entire classroom.
And almost at the same time, those students with their heads down and not moving suddenly turned their heads around, and their unanimous gazes instantly fell on Ryan's face.
All 29 students in the class except him actually turned their heads at this moment.
Staring at him.
But their bodies still maintained a straight sitting posture, while their faces were all turned towards him, and the student in front of him even turned his head 180 degrees.
Deadly silence.
Their gazes were gloomy and strange.
But Ryan was extremely clever. Almost at the same time when those students looked at him, he also turned his head and looked behind him.
Keeping in step with his classmates.
"..."
"..."
Then in this eerie silence, the pointer on the classroom clock clicked and pointed to the end of the first minute.
The whole classroom suddenly darkened and became pitch black.
"Ah—"
A scream rang out in the classroom.
The second hand started moving again.
The darkness disappeared.
After his vision recovered again, those students in the classroom who had been staring at him just now all returned to their previous appearance, with their heads down, looking at the textbooks, and there was silence again.
And Ryan immediately saw that.
Right in front of him, the head of the student who had turned his head 180 degrees just now had been cut off and placed on the desk.
There were two pencils stuck in his eyes.
Blood was gushing out.
But the surrounding students seemed to turn a blind eye and still kept their heads down, not saying a word.
[Ryan's Sanity Value - 5]
It had started!
Sure enough, just as the blood-red words said.
During the darkness just now, a student had already died.
Ryan narrowed his eyes.
In other words.
After that "ghost" killed the tenth student, it would come for him?!
He had to speed up.
Ryan's gaze immediately fell on the stationery bag he had opened in the last minute, but then he saw that what was in the stationery bag was not stationery at all.
But a bleeding dead mouse!
Ryan narrowed his eyes.
He paused for a moment, carefully took the dead mouse out of the stationery bag, and could clearly see that the mouse had been pierced through its body from its mouth by a pencil all the way.
It was very fresh.
It was as if it had just been killed not long ago.
And Ryan, who was observant, immediately saw that there seemed to be a small piece of paper in the mouse's mouth.
He narrowed his eyes, pulled it out, and unfolded it to take a look.
[They always teased me.]
And on the back, there was another sentence written in a ferocious manner.
[I was always enduring.]
Ryan frowned and started thinking.
Could this be a clue?
Since the room had placed him in such an environment, there must be its intention.
He looked down at himself.
Then he immediately noticed something unusual.
Because at this moment, he wasn't wearing the clothes that had been messed up by those lolis before, but the same school uniform as the surrounding students.
In other words.
In fact, his current identity was also equivalent to being a student in this classroom?
Then who was he playing the role of?
Dead mouse... piece of paper... endurance... gaze...
Suddenly.
A picture formed in Ryan's mind.
He narrowed his eyes, quickly reached out, and carefully pulled the pencil out of the dead mouse's mouth bit by bit.
Then he carefully compared it with another pencil on the table.
He raised his head, and his gaze fell on the two pencils stuck in the eye sockets of the head opposite him.
"The same kind."
Ryan narrowed his eyes.
And besides the dead mouse's body in the stationery bag, the compartment for putting pencils was also empty.
Was there a possibility?
Could it be that the role he was playing was actually the so-called "ghost"?
He had been bullied and teased, and not just once, so he had been enduring until he couldn't bear it anymore...
And then he retaliated!
This was indeed a direction.
But where would his key be hidden?
Ryan thought for a while, and then he realized something. He reached out and felt in the pocket of his school uniform, but at the moment when he raised his hand, his pupils suddenly shrank.
He found that.
There were two scars on the back of his hand.
But almost at the same time.
Click—
The second hand pointed to 12, and the second minute ended.
The surroundings fell into darkness again.
[Pfft—Pfft—]
The sounds of sharp knives piercing into flesh came several times.
That ghost had started to act again!
The pointer moved again, the darkness ended, and Ryan regained his vision.
He immediately looked around at the front row, but didn't find the body of the second student.
Could it be...
He suddenly turned his head.
His pupils shrank.
He saw that in a corner position in the last row.
A student was lying on the desk, with his two hands nailed to the desk by two sharp knives, and a sharp knife was also stuck in his head, and blood was dripping all over the desk.
The second victim had appeared!
And Ryan's gaze immediately fell on the back of his right hand, as if there had also been an injury there before and it had already scabbed over.
This also made Ryan confirm again.
He was now in a role-playing situation, and the role he was playing was also a student in this classroom!
Ryan narrowed his eyes, immediately bent down, just like when he used to slack off in class, quietly walked along the aisle, and came to the side of the killed student.
And he immediately saw that.
There was a line of words carved ferociously on the desk of that corpse.
[I can't bear it anymore.]
Ryan frowned.
Then he reached out and felt in the pocket inside his school uniform, because just now when he was about to check, he clearly felt that there was something in his pocket.
He took it out.
It was a crumpled piece of paper.
He slowly unfolded it.
What was drawn on the wrinkled piece of paper was actually an image of an eye outlined with a red pen.
That eye was very strange.
Although the lines were scribbled, it gave Ryan the illusion that it was staring at him.
And below the eye pattern, there was also a line of words written.
[It promised me that it would help me judge.]
Buzz—
Ryan immediately frowned.
His previous guess was probably wrong. The role he was playing might not be the ghost.
But he had invited a certain "ghost" to take revenge on those who had bullied him?!
He frowned and immediately turned over the piece of paper, and then saw the second sentence.
[I promised it, offering my life.]
...