Chapter 105 Conspiracy

"Doctor," Fatty scratched his chubby face, a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, "are you saying the pajama girl and Chen Xiaomeng have the same goal?"

Jiang Cheng glared at him.

Indeed.

Thinking carefully, their behaviors were indeed similar. Both of them had used the rules within the mission to attack their teammates.

In the last mission, Chen Xiaomeng killed Fan Li.

If it weren't for Jiang Cheng's quick thinking, he and Fatty would have followed in Fan Li's footsteps.

Now that he thought about it, Nuan Jie's death might also have an unclear relationship with this woman.

And the pajama girl killed the qipao girl from the same dormitory.

In only two missions, they encountered almost identical behaviors of teammates killing each other, which could not be explained by mere coincidence.

The pajama girl was like Chen Xiaomeng.

They must have some kind of purpose.

Considering that the qipao girl's body had been searched, Jiang Cheng's first reaction was that they were looking for something.

Fatty also realized this.

To be willing to take such a big risk, it meant that this thing was very important, and most likely related to the predicament they were currently facing.

"Could it be something that can help us escape the nightmare?" Fatty asked cautiously, "At the beginning of the mission, this thing will be randomly given to one of us, and then the one who gets it will survive and leave in the end."

"Just like it often appears in games."

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and nodded, "Possibly, but not accurate. If we say that getting this thing will increase our chances of survival, it would be more appropriate."

As things stood, there was no way to verify the guess, so the two did not delve into it.

They continued to walk towards the equipment room.

With Jiang Cheng leading the way, they quickly found the equipment room.

It was on the other side of the school, in a relatively remote location.

A low bungalow had a sign hanging on it that read "Equipment Management Center."

It still had the old push-out window design from decades ago, with iron bars erected on the window, covered with rust.

The iron-clad door was the same, with the iron sheet rolled up at the corners.

But fortunately, it was not as rusty as the bars.

Because it was coated with a thin layer of zinc.

Time seemed particularly fond of this place, and traces of the years could be seen everywhere. Fatty blinked and said that when he was very young, his grandmother's house in the county town looked like this.

Jiang Cheng looked around, didn't say much, and walked over with Fatty.

Just as they were about to walk into the gate, the door was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

A woman's face appeared in front of the two.

"Come in."

As the woman spoke, she turned and retreated back, facing away from the two, as if leading the way.

It was the ponytail woman from room 406.

Her voice had a slightly hoarse texture, but it was not rough.

A strange feeling suddenly湧现 in Fatty's heart.

He actually felt that the woman was inexplicably matched with this environment.

It was as if many years ago, when he was still at his grandmother's house, on a cloudy afternoon, the red clay flowerpot was filled with moist sand.

Jiang Cheng, who was walking beside him, glanced at him sideways, but didn't say anything.

The space in the equipment room was larger than Jiang Cheng had imagined. They passed through a yard covered with fine sand.

In one corner of the yard, student desks and chairs were piled up randomly, but it seemed that these desks and chairs had been abandoned and had no repair value.

A piece of glass blackboard with a broken corner was also placed against the wall. The writing on the blackboard was blurred, and only the beginning and last two words could be vaguely seen.

The word "no."

And the word "come."

"Doctor," Fatty gently called Jiang Cheng, pulling the latter out of his thoughts.

Jiang Cheng retracted his gaze and realized that the room in the yard was their destination.

The ponytail woman, as well as the middle-aged man in the vest from the same room and another man, were all here.

The pajama girl, who Fatty was thinking about, was hiding behind everyone, looking nervous and scared, pulling on the hem of her pajamas with both hands, her eyes full of drama.

But the man in the suit and the baseball cap were not seen.

"It's useless no matter how many people you bring," a man's voice sounded, old, but full of energy, obviously not a teammate in this mission.

"I've said everything I need to say, your equipment was delivered like this, it has nothing to do with me."

The lighting here was poor, so the two did not see the person in the dark immediately.

Jiang Cheng suddenly narrowed his eyes.

It was an old man, about 65 years old, with an unnaturally pale complexion, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time.

His figure was unnaturally hunched, but his eyes gave people an unforgettable feeling.

The old man took a step towards Jiang Cheng.

Only then did everyone realize that there seemed to be something wrong with the old man's legs and feet. Not only was it difficult to walk, but he also held a wooden cane in his left hand.

"What's going on?" Jiang Cheng turned to look at the ponytail.

"We said we were here to pick up the equipment, but we found that there was a problem with the camera," the ponytail said concisely.

Except for her, the faces of the other people were not good, especially the middle-aged man in the vest, who gritted his teeth, as if he would feel better only after beating the old man violently.

After hearing that there was a problem with the equipment, Fatty took the initiative to come up and asked, "What's the problem?"

The ponytail signaled another man to bring the equipment over.

After opening the camera, the man pointed to the lens and said, "There's moisture inside."

Fatty blinked, "Is this serious?"

"Yeah," the man exhaled, and it could be seen from his expression that this matter was not simple, "It will seriously affect the shooting effect. If it's just a little bit, it's okay, but now you can see the tiny water droplets condensed inside through the lens. Generally, in this situation, you can consider getting a new lens."

"Isn't there a spare?"

"Yes, but the situation is not as good as this one," the man said in a low voice, "This is already what we've screened."

糟糕... (Zao Gao – Oh no...)

They were here to film the anniversary celebration, but now there was a problem with the camera.

At this time, the man bit his lip and came up and whispered, "This is probably not an accident, someone deliberately did it," he took out the camera bag where the camera was placed, opened it and said to the two, "There's moisture-proof silica gel in here, and this camera bag also has a certain moisture-proof function, so it's impossible for this to happen overnight."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the old man, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

But the old man was still the same,拄着手杖 (zhu zhe shou zhang – leaning on his cane), his eyes blurred, as if covered with a layer of fog.

"Where are those two from room 405?" Jiang Cheng turned to look at the ponytail, "Why didn't I see them?"

"I don't know," the ponytail looked much calmer than the remaining three, "I didn't see them when I came. Maybe they went elsewhere to look for clues."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the ponytail emphasized the word "clues."

And left Jiang Cheng with a meaningful profile.