Chapter 3: Confinement

From the stand, the man headed should be proctor 001.
He was like a snow-sheltered guest. He looked around the room, took off black leather gloves, smiled and said, "It's not bad, I know the fire. It's a little snowy outside, and it's quite cold to come over."
No one laughed back.
Most of the people in the room shrank back.
As if he hadn't seen this reaction, he walked to the stove by himself and roasted his hands by the fire. The smile just now stayed on the corner of his lips, with a lazy joke.
The snow on the shoulders and neckline slowly disappeared, leaving a little wet marks, and slowly dried.
The crowd stared at him, but no one dared to speak.
The tin cans were thrown into powder, but they came without a break.
Yu Wenzang shivered behind you, resonating with him.
This nonchalant voice asked, "Are they still human?"
The Mr. 001 seemed to hear it, and turned his head to glance at the confusion.
His eyes were extremely dark, hidden in the shadows of the backlight, and occasionally bright lights projected into it, fleeting. But the sense of drama was still there.
Youcha stared at him blankly, holding the shaking back spirit, and asked calmly, "Can you shut up?"
Yu Wen dare not move.
Until the Mr. 001 finished the fire and put on his gloves again, the invigilator who stayed at the door said in an official tone: "We are the invigilator this time. I am No. 154. I just received the news. Two people did not answer the questions as required. "
Yuyao, who had a big belly, was pale and couldn't stand anymore. He was even dizzy at this time.
She was like a faucet, tears bursting out.
As for the baldness strapped to the sofa ... he was afraid to breathe.
"but……"
Someone suddenly made a noise.
Invigilator No. 154 stopped talking and looked at the speaker.
Yu Wen jerked his head out from behind Youyou.
Surprisingly, this person who is not afraid of death turned out to be his drunkard, old.
"At first ... we didn't specify what answer we should use at first." Old Yu was stunned and said stuttering.
"Everything is prompted," 154 said.
"Where's the hint?"
No. 154 looked at him blankly: "I'm not a candidate."
"Yeah, but we don't know! Those who don't know don't sin ..." Old Yu said more and more, his voice became a mosquito.
No. 154: "This has nothing to do with us."
No. 154, with a coffin face, continued to work and said, "We only punish those who violate the rules, others continue to take the exam."
He said, stroking a piece of white note, reading the scribbled message on it.
"According to the information, the offender was a middle-aged man and a little girl—"
He turned to look at Mr. 001, then turned back to look at the note, paused for a few seconds, and repeated with a stern face: "A middle-aged man and a lady. Two offenders followed us. "
In his kung fu, another proctor No. 922 had picked up the bald man on the sofa and dragged him to the door like a dead dog.
The door was opened and the cold wind blew in.
Snow beads split their heads and covered their faces, and the people screamed and shrank to the side of the furnace, as if they would be wiped out by the snow beads.
The crowd watched as the proctor No. 922 stepped out of the house with a bald head and disappeared into the snow.
The disciples left a bald horrified howl and a water stain on the ground.
No. 154 continued to face the coffin and said, "There is another young man, um, a lady is ..."
He raised his eyes and frowned around the room.
Lao Yu and two kind old ladies kept Yu Yao behind him in turmoil, but shook like a sieve.
No. 154's gaze was about to fall there, and Mr. 001 raised his chin in confusion. "The other is him, take it away."
"Who?"
154 looked down at the note.
The squiggly writing on it was staggeringly written—Little Girl.
No. 154 looked blankly confused.
The bewildered look frowned at Mr. 001, his face was cold.
No. 154 has no doubt that if the cold-faced handsome guy has a knife in their hands, their boss's head has been chopped.
"This--"
He was about to speak, and Mr. 001 instructed to turn up his coat collar and turn into the snow.
...
"Fuck! Brother!"
"Dog-day !!! Why don't you make sense!" Old Yu jumped up.
"It's not him! It's me! It's not him--" Yu Yao stunned for two seconds, and quickly pushed people out.
As a result, I saw the door open, sandy grain of snow being stirred by the wind, and rushing in.
There is no figure by the door.
The three invigilators disappeared silently with the bald man and the misguided apprehension.
"Don't shout! People are gone, they have the ability to chase after them!" The tattooed man took a sip, strode over to take the door, and hung two more locks.
The room was quiet immediately, old-blooded with bloodshot eyes, angrily thighing and sitting on the ground.
Yu Yao fell back into his chair and cried even more.
She hasn't stopped since entering the house, and has cried tears all her life.
Yu Wen stood blankly at the door for a long while, turned his head to pick up his dad, frowned and whispered, "My brother left a message for me."
"What?" Old Yu was startled.
The invigilator is not as fast as a person, confused, and has time to leave a message?
"Let me find a knife." Yu Wen said.
"What knife?"
Yu Wen slowly shook his head, didn't answer, but turned to look at the answering wall.
Older followed and looked over.
He swept around aimlessly before finally fixing his gaze.
It was a few fine knife marks.
"Who is it?" Old Yu froze for a moment.
Yu Wen: "Before, before the title was displayed, I saw it."
He thought about it again, and finally understood his brother's previous actions.
"I know."
Old Yu was very embarrassed: "I know what you are?"
"Brother always said that he was looking for a pen, but he turned the axe and hunting gear in his hands." Yu Wen looked at the knife marks on the wall and said, "Isn't the invigilator just said that, all rules Hint, those knife marks are. "
The ink can't leave a mark on it, that knife can.
So it is the prescribed pen.
As soon as the old man's eyes brightened, he muttered, "It's really amazing."
Yu Wen: "Ah?"
"Then let's find a knife! It's a bit of help."
As soon as Lao Yu was about to turn around and announce the news grandly, Yu Yu insisted on holding his mouth.
"No no no no!"
Yu Wen pretended to be soothing old Yu, patted Old Yu's back, and said, "Relax, my brother will be fine!"
Older than blood will be beaten by him.
He said in a very low voice, "Brother said, the sword was hidden."
It snowed even harder.
The wind is uncertain and blows in all directions. It was foggy everywhere, the outlines of mountains and tree shadows could not be seen, but there were lights in the distance.
Confused walking coldly in the snow.
The moment he was pushed out of the door, the room behind him disappeared, and he couldn't go back if he wanted to.
But one thing can be confirmed-they will not be broken in the snow with the proctor.
But the invigilator was more upset than Snow.
Bald is still mourning, making him like a funeral. Fortunately, the road was not very long. Before freezing to death, he finally saw the house.
It was a small western house, solitary surrounded by woods.
Generally, ghost movies like to stare at such houses.
"Here it is." No. 154 pushed Yuu into the room.
Under the light, the charming face may be frozen and hard, with thin lips clenching, cold white skin, and indifferent taste.
The decoration of this small building is not known to any ghost. The first floor is filled with murals and sculptures. The corners are filled with big and small. If you turn your head, you can see a stiff white face.
As soon as the bald entered the room, he sat on the ground.
Seeing that a pool of water was going to faint again, No. 922 did not hesitate to drag him into the corridor.
The balding cry came from there: "What are you doing? I'm wrong, I'm wrong-I won't mess around again! What are you doing?"
"Are you afraid?"
A low voice suddenly sounded in my ear.
The Mr. 001 was standing next to the puzzle and took off his gloves, asking casually.
He gave him a confused look, and passed him straight in.
No. 154 glanced at confusion and 001 again.
"See what I do?" The 001 proctor rushed down the corridor and said lazily, "Go ahead, someone can't wait."
Xiaoyanglou looks small, but the corridor is long.
It makes people wonder if they encountered a ghost hitting the wall and couldn't get out.
Fortunately, it is not really endless.
A few minutes later, 922 stopped in front, opened a door, pushed the bald head, and locked it.
Yougu finally opened her mouth coldly and asked, "How to punish?"
No. 154 froze and said, "Confinement."
Bewildered: "..."
He felt that this group of people might have been addicted to playing.
He glanced at No. 154.
154: "I didn't lie to you, it was indeed detention."
I don't know why, he was an invigilator, and when he said this, his voice changed a bit, and he was a little tight.
"You're scared," said confusion, "have you been locked up?"
154 frowned: "What do I fear, you need to be more afraid."
As soon as this was said, he felt a little strange under his feet, the soles felt differently, and it seemed to be a little ... sticky.
Immediately afterwards, he heard a little sound of water.
When he looked down, he saw a thick layer of water seeping from under a door.
The door was bald.
He waited for two seconds before he reacted. It was blood.
Within two seconds, the bald cry came through the door. Because of good sound insulation, it seems boring and distant. But even then, sternness and collapse can still be heard.
"Relax, you can't die." 154 said, and opened the other door opposite, pushing him into the door while bewildering, "Hurry up."
After that, he closed the door stunned, and clicked outside to lock.
I wondered when he heard his voice blurry through the crack of the door: "You just took the wrong stationery, not so hard. The confinement room will only let you experience the most terrible things in this life. I will pick you up after 3 hours. you."
In a room on the second floor of the Xiaoyang Building, the proctor No. 001 was sitting in an armchair with his chin in one hand.
On the table was a metal bird stand on which a black bird stood.
His eyes fell in the snow forest outside the window, his fingers were flicking the bird's head, his face was expressionless, and he looked a little bored.
The proctor No. 922 is complaining frantically: "I urinated me four times along the way, and I said he was pissed, and he was pissed!"
154 came in, and the note in his hand shuddered: "Little girl! Little girl you write yourself!"
His coffin face couldn't be stretched at last. If he borrowed a hundred guts, he would dare to put the little note on 001's face.
It's a pity he didn't dare.
However, after scolding them for a while, they found that the person in the armchair had no response, and still stared out of the window.
"Boss? Boss?" 922 tried to scream twice, and finally had to raise the volume: "Qin Chen!"
The Mr. 001 finally returned to God.
922 took a step forward of 154 and slipped away.
154: "..."
My day.
Qin Chen's gaze swept back and forth between the two of them: "Did you listen carefully, complain again?"
154 shook his head and said, "Forget it."
922 stepped forward: "Boss ... what did you do?"
Qin Chen raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you thinking about?"
"No ... I just feel like you're in a bad mood," 922 said.
"Are you there?"
"Yes ... a little." 922 considered, "Because I was dragged over to proctor?"
"No."
"So how do you ..." 154 muttered.
"The voice is high, and the second sentence is not heard clearly." Qin Chen glanced at him.
When his dark eyes stared at people, it was always disturbing, even if 154 and 922 had been with him for almost three years, he was still not used to it.
154 took another step back, cleared his throat and said, "I said ... you're in a good mood, why are you dragging someone who didn't break the rules. This is a bit against the rules."
Qin Chen said, "I'm following the rules. He's got that 'ink' on his hand, haven't you seen it?"
154 froze for a moment: "Oh, I didn't take a closer look ..."
Qin Chen poked at the black bird's head and said, "Moreover ..."
922 and 154 raised their ears.
However, the boss of them has let it go for ten minutes, and has nothing to say.
After another long day, he said, "Forget it, nothing."
"..."
The two subordinates almost didn't come up in a breath, and they didn't dare to rebel, and walked away in a hurry.
There is a small loft on the third floor of Xiaoyang Building with a white screen on the wall, each screen corresponding to a confined room.
The scenes of the people in the confinement room are projected on this. To some extent, many people's secrets can be seen here.
But at this time, the room was locked with a heavy lock, and no one came to look at it.
Two screens were lit, one for the bald one and one for the confusing one.
The screen of the bald man was blurred in blood, and across the layer of red, a figure with a dangling shoulder and a pale face were faintly visible.
The bewildered screen was blank.
That screen shows what the room looked like, with three mirrors, a wall clock, a wooden table, and a wooden bench. It's gone.
Three hours later, No. 154 held the key to open the cell door.
He was ready to be thrown all over his arms and thighs, and as soon as the lock was withdrawn, he froze.
Because there was nothing in the confinement room, the cold-faced handsome man who had been confined had already fallen asleep on the table.
With his elbows covering his face, it was like taking a nap in a real high school classroom.
The sound of 154 entering the door finally awakened him.
He opened his eyes with a frown, closed it again, looked at 154, and closed it again with a look of upset and impatience on his face.
154: "………………………………"
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