Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 1150 The Mysterious Missing Student

"Sure enough... this school may seem normal on the surface, but if you dig deeper, you'll find more and more 'abnormalities'."

"And as time goes by, perhaps the world is sliding into an irreversible abyss."

After leaving the main teaching building, Bandura was surprised to find...

The students who were supposed to be active on the playground and in various places on campus—those who were still active just a short while ago—had now completely disappeared.

Apparently, while they were investigating several symbols drawn in blood in the Bishop's Building, all the students on campus disappeared quietly.

As for where I went...

Even if the [Props] are completely ineffective, there are ways to track the six players here.

"Those students didn't disappear out of thin air. They seemed to be gathering... in front one after another. They were actually walking downwards—they were underground."

Baisha whispered, pointing the way for everyone.

Although most of the time he is a selfish and radical lone wolf who rarely cooperates with others, he fits the temperament of the "Predator" organization very well.

However, facing a crisis that can only be overcome through cooperation, Baisha, as a "Level 3" player, naturally would not act rashly.

When it is his turn to play a role, he will honestly make his own contribution.

"How did you know?"

The "Magician" looked at Baisha curiously and asked.

Baisha didn't hide it. After all, this wasn't an ability that needed to be concealed, or that was difficult to analyze. "Smell. I can smell living things—and, to me, their scent is like a trail."

"Especially since some of them are injured."

The magician was surprised and said, "Dude, you have the ability of a bloodhound?"

Baisha, who felt that he had just made a contribution to everyone, was a little unhappy: "Hey, why are you still scolding me in a roundabout way!"

Before the magician could explain, his pseudonym spoke up, "He's not attacking you. He's probably talking about a game character, not a real dog—he probably thinks this ability is cool."

The magician nodded repeatedly, giving an expression that said, "You understand me."

"Sure enough, these two guys are very familiar with each other," Fluoxetine said with interest, "This is important information that the organization has not recorded!"

"It would be nice if they interacted more - we should observe their relationship more."

This S-level executive specialist always has all kinds of strange ideas and his focus is always strange and bizarre.

Although these unusual ideas are sometimes her unique advantages, most of the time they still cause headaches for other members of the organization.

Bandura lowered his voice and spoke.

"Interpersonal relationships are not part of competence, especially 'personal relationships'... It's okay if they are not recorded."

"Besides, even if we want to study the relationship and chemistry between the two, now is not the right time to gather intelligence."

After Bandura finished persuading Fluoxetine, he also forced the topic back on track.

"Okay, let's put aside the digression for now—those students gathered in one place 'underground'. Do you have a more specific location?"

Just now in the main teaching building, everyone did not notice any structure like a basement.

There are no stairs leading to the underground in the entire teaching building.

In fact, the main buildings of many schools do not have underground parts.

When Baisha heard Bandura's question, he did not hide anything and pointed in one direction.

"It's in the corner of the playground over there."

It was a warehouse-like place—it didn't look like there was a "basement" there at all.

After all, although it is called a "warehouse", it can hardly be called a building.

In the corner of the playground, there is a warehouse built entirely of colored steel plates on a concrete surface. It occupies a large area but has a very simple structure. It has a square shape and no windows. It is more like a large box than a house.

Two iron-sheet panels were installed in the opening on the front, which served as its door.

Although this material is full of temporary feeling and is mostly used to build temporary sheds on construction sites, for some reason it was built and preserved as a "warehouse" on this playground and has been put into use ever since.

Forget about calling it an "underground structure", it's possible that this thing doesn't even have a foundation!

Looking at the direction Baisha pointed, Pen Name became doubtful.

"really?"

"There's no reason for me to lie to you—of course, this place is too strange. I can't guarantee that I haven't misjudged it, and I can't guarantee that it's a good idea for us to go over and confront those students directly."

The director spoke cautiously, "I think it's best to go and take a look. After all, we're already trapped here, and the other side has many ways to manipulate us."

"As the passive party, we have to take risks."

The director said this and Fluoxetine laughed.

"I like this idea, I agree, I second it—so, let's go!"

Fluoxetine once again dragged Bandura to take the lead.

This made Bandura feel helpless.

As expected, this S-level executive commissioner was too easily instigated and incited.

To be precise…

Although she was aware that she was being instigated and incited in most cases, she didn't care.

If the other party can incite her, then Fluoxetine will regard it as what she wants to do - in this guy's concept, the emotions generated from the bottom of her heart, no matter whether the source is someone else's reminder or inducement, are her own "thoughts" and "ideas", and they are her original intentions that need to be followed.

Bandura had to admit that although there were some things wrong with this argument, it was indeed a self-consistent logic.

He knew this a long time ago...

Once fluoxetine decides something, you just have to accept it.

Bandura once again chose to keep up quickly.

Soon, Fluoxetine led the players to the warehouse that Baisha had indicated.

The door was not locked at the moment, but ajar.

Pushing open the simple iron door, what comes into view is...

The pried-open cement surface and the turned-over soil.

There is a downward passage behind the warehouse!

It's like it was dug out bit by bit by someone planning to escape from prison using the most primitive props, although it's rough and has irregular edges.

But it spreads downward, and its depth and length are somewhat unpredictable.

At the same time, it was quiet inside the cave and no sound could be heard.

Baisha stared at the cave entrance and spoke again.

"Yes... right down there."

"There's a very dense aura here!"