The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 352 Please Search for Real Humans
The ghost money Song Mang used was all in denominations of ten thousand yuan. It didn't seem like much, only ten bills, but it made the tall and strong man's eyes widen.

He paused for a second.

They probably didn't expect anyone to be so arrogant as to openly challenge the instructors' authority at the Commander Academy.

Immediately, he glared angrily at Song Mang and said, "Who wants your filthy money? Do you know where this is? This is the highest-level commander academy in the apocalypse. All students must go to the battlefield and obey orders during training!"
"Any rich kid is the same here; no one has special privileges! The world is about to end, and your money will soon be useless!"

"is it?"

Song Mang took out another stack of ghost money. "Since the world is going to be destroyed, why not have some fun before it's destroyed? Here are ninety more."

"..."

The instructor sized Song Mang up and down, sneered, and said, "I don't need money. Take your stinking money and get out! I despise useless trash like you who have no ability and like to solve everything with money!"

But here, not everything can be solved with money. You made a mistake today, and according to the academy rules, you have to go to the dark room!

After saying that, the instructor waved his hand and said, "Someone, take her to the dark room and lock her up. No matter what noises come from inside, she must be locked up for three days before being released!"

"Instructor."

Someone in the queue said with a heavy heart, "After the North District fell, the small dark room often had abnormal magnetic fields, and several trainees who were locked in the small dark room died inexplicably inside."

The college is currently investigating this matter and has not yet determined the cause of the abnormal magnetic field. College leaders have advised against using the small dark room for the time being.

"If we don't use the 'little black room,' how should we punish trainees for making mistakes? If we don't punish trainees for making mistakes, won't they become lawless?"

This is a commander's academy, an army, not some marketplace. Everyone must follow the rules!

The instructor looked at the trainees in the line with a grim expression. "Or do you want to go to the dark room with her?"

"No... not..."

All the trainees' expressions changed; they were clearly terrified of this so-called dark room, and no one wanted to go in.

"You two come out and take her to the small dark room. Remember to keep an eye on the time; she must be locked up for three full days before being released! If she escapes before then, I'll hold you responsible!"

The instructor pointed to two trainees, one of whom was the one who had just said there was a problem with the small dark room.

The two men didn't want to go into the dark room, so they dared not disobey the instructor's orders and had no choice but to come out and walk to Song Mang's side.

"excuse me!"

The two men stood on either side of Song Mang, ready to carry her away.

"Don't touch me, I can walk by myself."

Song Mang said.

She glanced at the instructor with surprise, then walked away carrying a large wad of ghost money.

You're not interested in a million ghost money?
Isn't he a ghost?
But as she left, the trainees in the queue stared longingly at her ghost money.

Some trainees even unconsciously stepped out of the formation, wanting to come and find Song Mang, but after being glared at by the instructor, they timidly ran back.

Song Mang followed the two men to the small dark room, glancing up at the blazing sun and then at the instructors on the playground.

She saw that under the sunlight, the tall and strong man looked normal, and there was a shadow on the ground beside him.

Well known.

Ghosts cannot be exposed to direct sunlight, and they have no shadows.

Song Mang also observed the other trainees on the playground, but not all of them had shadows.

There were several teaching buildings next to the playground. The two men led Song Mang to the basement of one of the teaching buildings.

As Song Mang entered the teaching building, he took out ten pieces of ghost money and handed them to someone.

Song Mang asked, "Classmate, you just said that if something goes wrong in the dark room, people will die. How did those people die?" The man was flattered when Song Mang handed him 100,000 ghost money. "Is this for me? This...this is too much!"

"Here, take it," Song Mang said. "I have plenty more here, this little bit won't make a difference."

"Ok."

When Song Mang insisted on giving it to him, the man accepted the ghost money and said, "I don't know how they died. The academy hasn't found out yet, but when those dead were dragged out of the dark room, their deaths were extremely gruesome."

The heads of the dead were completely smashed, but there was nothing inside; the brains and brain matter had been eaten!

"Did they eat your brain?"

Song Mang asked in surprise, "Could there be some kind of monster in the dark room that eats people's brains?"

"I don't know if it's a monster, but it's possible it's related to aliens. Those aliens have many bizarre methods that can kill many people remotely."

"That's it..."

Song Mang pondered for a moment and said, "Have there been any people recently who were put in the 'small dark room' and then came out alive? What are the characteristics of those who survived?"

"No, no one can come out of the dark room alive."

He looked at Song Mang with some regret and said, "You shouldn't have talked back to the instructor. You should have just responded to whatever he said. This instructor is a special training instructor sent by the headquarters. He's different from us; he's a new type of person."

This new kind of human only knows how to train the most suitable warriors for the battlefield; they care about nothing else.

"New Humans? What are they?"

"These are upgraded humans whose intelligence and physical abilities are greatly enhanced, and who can use special skills that can be very effective in fighting aliens."

Song Mang suddenly stopped and stared at the two people beside her for a while.

She discovered that neither of them had a shadow.

In other words, are they weird?

But how can something strange be left exposed to the sun?

Furthermore, they are not translucent; they have solid bodies just like humans.

"Then what are you?" Song Mang asked, looking at them. "Are you human?"

"We are human beings."

They both spoke at the same time.

“We are just like you, we haven’t been upgraded, we are just ordinary humans. But humans like us are too weak, we can’t use any special skills, so we can only be commanders from behind the scenes, we can’t go to the front line at all.”

"Are all those sent to the front lines new humans?"

"Not really."

Suddenly, Song Mang remembered the prompt he received when he first entered the dungeon, which directly explained how to clear it.

Welcome to the eerie instance! Find real humans and try to survive for one month!

Based on past experience, Song Mang believes that the prompts at the beginning of a dungeon are more important than the rules within the dungeon. A seemingly insignificant sentence is often the key to clearing the dungeon.

*Please search for real humans.
Try to survive in the dungeon for a month.
These two sentences are the key points for clearing this dungeon.

but.

What is a true human being?
Is she a human player like her, or one of these two shadowless figures in front of her, or perhaps a new human like the instructor?

(End of this chapter)