The pitch-shifting music is still muffled.

The transparent bridge didn't think that the half turn it twisted would make it ring all the time.

Faintly aware of what he might have turned on, the transparent bridge first cut to the chat group, and when he saw Jun Mo laughing at them and didn't speak, he ran back to the door along the steps to listen.

There were no strange or unwanted sounds, and the light from the outside was still creeping through the crack in the door. It seems that everything is still fine.

Putting down the transparent bridge that was uneasy in his heart, he returned to the bottom and saw Mu Su standing in front of the music box, picking up a strand of long hair placed in the long box next to him.

There is only one strand of long hair, and the section is neat. It's amazing that there's no dust on your hair. It was jet black under an oil lamp.

Mu Su wasn't sure if there was a color difference, so he took the oil lamp and leaned forward to look at it. There was a red leather band that bound his hair and hooked his fingers, and Mu Su casually removed it and threw it aside.

……

"What's coming again?" In the dark office, Jun Moxiao's voice was heard gritting his teeth and lowering it.

The living dead had just stopped when another group of "themselves" approached outside the window, and the sound of a music box sounded again in the depths of the hallway.

He had to speculate: "Is it that group of second-graders who are here?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Jun Moxiao suddenly felt a little itchy in his throat and tongue, as if there was something.

He opened his mouth to touch it, and in the darkness, a long hair pulled out of his throat.

What is it?

As soon as this thought popped into his mind, Jun Moxiao only felt that his throat was itching even more.

He couldn't help coughing lightly, feeling like his breathing was getting harder, something was clogging up his throat and increasing.

There are also other players. Whispers of coughing and exclamation rang out in the darkness.

Jun Moxiao stretched out his hand and pinched his neck, and the thing blocking his trachea in his throat began to make him unable to breathe. Soon, his face turned red.

The sound of the music box was approaching the door.

……

With the help of an oil lamp, Mu Su observes his long hair from all angles.

He shook his head. It's a pity that the hair color doesn't match, otherwise it's good to bring it back to the clown.

At this moment, he suddenly smelled a strange smell.

He looked strangely at the transparent bridge still standing on the steps: "Do you smell it?" ”

"I see it." Transparent Bridge's lips opened slightly, and he watched as the end of the strand of hair in Mu Su's hand touched the flame in the oil lamp, curling and smoking, until a small flame burned

……

The scrambled breathing was replaced by a cough and retching.

Jun Moxiao couldn't breathe anymore, and tried in vain to choke his neck and leave scratches. The round eyes gradually protruded.

When he was in a hurry, someone suddenly hit him on the back, Jun Moxiao's figure staggered forward and fell, his whole body was shocked, and a large cloud of pitch-black matter was squeezed from his throat to his mouth, and he spit it out!

Jun Moxiao half-knelt on the ground and gasped, swallowed hard, and asked the other players, "You guys...... Okay? ”

"What's the matter...... Vomit—" A voice behind him replied, retching repeatedly.

The flushed face gradually recovered, and Jun Moxiao couldn't help but reach out and touch the things that he spit out.

Feel moist and wrap around your fingertips...... Is it a clump of hair?

Other players spit it out one after another. They are not as serious as Jun Moxiao. But if you continue for a few seconds, you'll be like him.

Wiping the saliva from his lips, Jun Mo smiled and coughed lightly and stood up, always feeling that his throat was still itching.

Then he noticed that the music was right outside the door. They are separated by a thin wooden door.

Damn, Transparent Bridge and Musu haven't come back yet!

Only then did Jun Moxiao feel the importance of a leader and mascot in a team.

……

Mu Su retracted his hand in shock, the wisp of hair fever was extremely fast, and it turned into ashes before it hit the ground, leaving a trace on the fine sand under his feet.

After blinking a few times, Mu Su shouted, "You saw it!" It burned on its own! ”

Transparent Bridge was tempted to say that you took it to the fire and burned it, but given that she was in the same camp as Masu, she chose to keep her mouth shut.

"It's okay...... Just a strand of hair...... The second uncle won't be angry. It's a big deal that I shaved the forbidden woman's hair and gave it to it, and that one is still fragrant. Mu Su thought about it in pieces, and he didn't know whether to comfort himself or to say it to Transparent Bridge.

Music box music is gradually becoming hysterical.

Transparent Bridge frowned, walked down the steps and asked, "Can you stop it?" ”

"Easy to do." Mu Su snapped his fingers.

The last time he said this, it was a quick decision to let the students study on their own.

……

Squeak –

The door was pushed open through a crack.

The sound of the door opening was so pronounced in the muffled breathing.

The music, which had been separated by a door, suddenly became clear. There seemed to be a figure standing in the thick darkness outside the door.

This is very illogical. The door is blocked by tables and chairs, and if you want to open the door, you can only move the tables and chairs or force them open. But now there was only the sound of the door opening.

The music suddenly disappeared.

The players were stunned, and then fell into deeper fear. Without the voice, they no longer know where that existence is.

Without the sound of the music box, the sound of breathing suddenly became clear.

A drop of cold sweat swept across his forehead, and Jun Mo's smile gradually sank. Even they could hear it, let alone the monster.

His eyes widened, trying to see something. But there is only darkness around. The cold sweat became more and more, and he exhaled softly, and suddenly felt the exhalation hit something, and it bounced back with a cold breath.

His body froze, and his mind went blank. I can't help but hold my breath.

Oxygen consumption intensified in the panic. After only a few seconds, dark spots and snowflakes began to appear in the darkness in front of me, and the brain began to lack oxygen.

He finally couldn't hold back his breath, his pursed lips loosened slightly, and he breathed slowly and urgently.

Surprisingly, his exhalation didn't hit anything this time.

Vanish...... Disappeared ......?

……

Knock Knock –

Mu Su clenched his fist and hammered it on the music box.

The pitch-shifting music box snapped like a cassette and lost its sound in the dust

"It's good to smash it twice, speaking from experience." He turned back to the dumb transparent bridge.

I won't be surprised by Mu Su's unexpected move. The transparent bridge returns to the pile of dusty objects and picks out what interests you.

Mu Su took advantage of the fact that the transparent bridge didn't pay attention to himself, secretly grabbed the Rubik's Cube with his back to the transparent bridge, closed his eyes and disrupted the Rubik's Cube, and then began to try to restore it indiscriminately.

……

Jun Moxiao remained motionless. Suddenly, he began to see his surroundings faintly.

Eyes adapted to the dark?

A thought popped into his head, but he soon realized that it wasn't the case.

The campus is gradually getting brighter.

In the darkness, he looked around with great speed, and there were no strange shadows or things that shouldn't have appeared.

Dark clouds broke through the beams, and the campus was bright again.

Players look at each other and reveal the aftermath of the apocalypse. What just happened was like a nightmare. And the open door and the piled up of living dead outside the door silently tell that these are real things.

Touching the fish was the first to react, rushed to the door and closed the door, and slowly sat on the ground with his back against the door.

Holy Moonlight cautiously came to the window and peeked out.

The "they" who came were gone.

……

The wooden Rubik's Cube rattled by him, and he went up to bite a few bites when he was in a hurry.

After hundreds of years, Mu Su once again determined that he was really not good at this aspect of the Rubik's Cube.