Deceitful Game

When Mingper woke up again, he had a splitting headache.

It was late at night, and the classroom was empty. Only the lights remained, steady and bright, as if evening self-study had ended.

His desk was spotless, without any exam papers on it. There wasn't even a scratch.

Mingpo sensed it for a moment and realized that the phone was still hidden in her sleeve.

He glanced casually out the window, then slowly extended his phone screen from his sleeve. Mingpo's hand rested on her sleeve as she slowly typed, but found no new messages.

"That's interesting..."

Mingpo murmured softly as she rose from her seat.

He first looked around to make sure no one was in the classroom. Then he approached the window at the back of the classroom and quietly glanced to the left and right; the corridor was also empty.

He tried to open the door, only to find that the back door of the classroom was locked from the outside. Looking down from the window, he could see a very small black padlock.

"...Escape room?"

Mingpo pondered for a moment, then walked to the front door and gently shook the doorknob. Sure enough, it was locked too.

How do I get out of here?

Should we just break down the door and get out? It doesn't seem impossible...

He looked back at the window on the other side—and found that the windows there had security bars, making it impossible to get out from there.

"Knock knock knock..."

Suddenly, a knocking sound came from the skylight in the middle of the classroom.

Mingpo turned around and found that the window was covered in fog and she couldn't see anything at all.

With the help of the light from the corridor outside, I could vaguely see a hand slowly tapping on the window—the fingers of that hand were very thin, and it seemed to be a woman's hand.

Mingper was absolutely certain that when she looked out from the front and back doors just now, there was no one outside.

But this window is the only way to connect to the outside world—it's on the same wall as the front and back doors. Opening the window and stepping over it will take you directly to the hallway outside the classroom.

So Mingpo had no choice but to go over.

The closer he got, the clearer he could see the person shrouded in mist.

She gradually became clearer—from her fingers to her wrists, to her arms, and then to the contours of her face.

Just as Mingpo was about to see her face clearly, the lights in the classroom and the corridor suddenly went out at the same time.

The next moment, blood-red lights illuminated the corridor—

Snap snap snap snap snap snap—

Countless blood-soaked handprints quickly appeared on the window. The blood-red light shone through these handprints, filling the classroom with a dark crimson hue.

The handprint spread rapidly, heading upwards.

It wasn't until it reached the top that Mingper noticed the top window had no glass.

A girl peeked out from over there, smiling as she looked at Mingpo.

She looked incredibly pale, like a faded photograph. She didn't look like a high school student; she looked more like a middle school student.

"Hello, beautiful girl."

Mingpo smiled and greeted him softly.

The next moment, the white lights in the classroom suddenly turned on.

And the girl vanished into thin air.

However, those bloody palm prints remained... and at a visible speed, they gradually melted and flowed downwards.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Mingpo shook her head: "The students on duty tomorrow are going to suffer..."

He glanced at the bloody handprint that had climbed all the way to the ceiling and exclaimed, "Wow, that's quite the climber!"

He tried to push the window open, but found that he couldn't.

The window seemed to be fixed to space, and no matter how you pushed it, it wouldn't budge.

However, Mingpo wasn't flustered—he already knew how to leave the classroom. So he wasn't in a hurry, and simply looked back carefully at each student's desk drawer.

This was quite fruitful.

Mingpo found a black hair tie with several small keys hanging from it. A cell phone that was out of power and wouldn't turn on.

At that moment, when Mingpo turned around, she suddenly noticed that... her original desk was now covered with scratches.

"Good morning", "Hang in there a little longer", "Today", "Tomorrow", "November 11, 2011", "Knowledge changes destiny", "Yang Qing, I love you", "Drink today, for tomorrow we die", "Liar".

Immediately afterwards, dense text appeared, just like the handprint on the window earlier, accompanied by the "thud" sound of a knife hitting a desk.

"Liar," "I'm a fat pig," "Cheating," "My mom died," "Liar," "110," "Going to jail," "Fraudster," "Idiot"...

The insulting words appeared densely, completely covering all the previous marks.

Wow.

Mingpo sighed, "I think I understand now."

He just stared at his desk, watching the words appearing on it gradually slow down and then stop.

Immediately afterwards, he tried pushing his own desk. Then he pushed someone else's desk.

Sure enough, only his own desk could move.

The other people's tables and chairs seemed to be welded into space, and no matter how much force they used, they couldn't move them even a little bit.

"That's really true..."

Mingpo exclaimed in surprise, "He even has a guide!"

The bloody handprint draws Mingpo's attention to the fact that the top window has no glass; the dense scratches appearing on the tabletop draw Mingpo's attention to the only movable table...

This ghost is already better than many game designers!

So Mingpo reached out and hugged his desk, placing it on the table near the window.

The hole was about three meters above the ground.

Compared to a regular classroom window, it's about half a meter higher—the height that Mingpo could climb over when he stood on the two desks.

Mingbo climbed out from inside.

He leaped down nimbly and tumbled to the ground.

The corridor was lit, and the campus was utterly silent. The sound of the amber hitting the ground carried far.

He looked back at the original classroom, reached out and touched the bloody handprint on the window, and found that it seemed to have dried.

Just now when I looked at it from the inside, it was still flowing downwards.

"...No, this is the death mechanism."

Mingpo narrowed her eyes, realizing what was happening.

If you don't escape before the bloody handprint completely melts and flows down, you might trigger some kind of death trap and die right there in the classroom!

Thinking of this, he glanced at the darkness deep in the corridor.

"Since that's the case..."

He walked to the front door of the classroom and tried each of the keys hanging on the black hair tie.

Sure enough, one of the keys could be used to open the front door. Mingpo then tried to open the back door.

He was able to return to the classroom.

This time, however, the bloody handprint did not continue to flow downwards.

At this moment, a difficult problem was placed before Mingpo—

This key is clearly meant to allow him to leave before he can come back in, and it should be a "non-essential reward condition".

But should he put his table back in its original place, or should he move it outside into the hallway?

He thought for a moment and decided to put the table back in its original position.

Although Mingpo was very agile, confident he could vault over the window and back using only a table as a stepping stone, his "Frankenstein" nickname further enhanced his already impressive physical abilities. Inside the house, he could have easily vaulted out without even needing the table...

However, Mingpo felt that, mechanicically speaking, that shouldn't be the case. He was now a deceiver in the "Domain of Power," so it was normal for his behavior to be somewhat mindless. But if all deceivers were like him, then they should have some kind of "table-standing" method to get out.

Conversely, it's impossible for an ordinary person to climb over the top square of this nine-square window from the outside, using only a table as a stepping stone.

Then it should be put back in its original position.

After putting his desk back in its original position and carefully checking the marks left on the floor tiles to make sure there was absolutely no problem, Mingpo reopened the classroom door.

At that moment, he saw a security guard outside the door with blood all over his face and his limbs twisted.

He was holding a rubber baton and had already silently blocked the doorway!

"Hiss—"

He roared in a hoarse voice, like a drunkard carrying the stench of blood, as he charged forward!

Mingpo nimbly retreated, dodging his attack.

But the moment Mingpo turned around, he heard the footsteps behind him become extremely rapid!

Immediately afterwards, the baton swung down with a whoosh!

Mingpo instantly ducked and rolled forward, then looked back at him.

Sure enough, after he turned around, the security guard resumed his slow approach.

Mingpo slowly led him in and opened the back door of the classroom.

He suddenly emerged, while hurried footsteps rapidly approached from behind!

He slammed the door shut and locked it with a flick of his wrist!

Immediately afterwards, Mingper and the security guard in the classroom turned and headed toward the front door at the same time—Mingper was clearly a step ahead.

Mingpo slammed the front door shut and locked it!

The security guard was locked inside the classroom by Mingpo!

Mingbo stared into the long corridor, lost in thought as he listened to the incessant shouts echoing from the classroom.

"...Wait, this should be a chase, right?"

Did I skip a level?