The Logging In With Power Chapter 4

Study? Collin's mouth twitched, and he was completely defeated by this strange world.

"We are students. We come to school to study." Mia looked confident, as if he was saying some irrefutable truth.

"But I think something is not normal here." Collin whispered in a tactful tone that would not anger the other party. He carefully observed Mia's expression, wanting to know whether the other party was pretending to be crazy or expressing his true feelings.

Noticing Collin's gaze, Mia put away her right hand, which represented friendliness, and took a few steps back quickly: "Aren't you here to study?"

"This is the best school, and you don't want to study after coming here?" Mia scratched her hair and yelled hysterically, "I spend so much money every year to send you to school, is it just for you to eat, drink, have fun, fall in love, and finally get the last place and go home?!"

As things developed to this point, even if Collin was slow-witted, he could sense that Mia's mental state was abnormal. If the shadow under her feet was not very real, Collin would have thought that Mia was the senior who committed suicide in the girls' restroom due to academic pressure.

The angry roar echoed in the empty teaching building. Mia seemed like a completely different person. She simply ignored Collin and kept yelling about "waste", "garbage" and "money-losing stuff".

In horror movies, the ones who make a lot of noise are definitely stupid teammates. Collin moved his left hand and estimated the force needed to knock someone out with a knife.

But before Collin could really hit Mia, the other party inexplicably stopped talking. She quickly squatted down and hugged her head, trembling and sobbing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"I'm really studying, Dad, please don't hit me."

The unknown and dirty environment had long worn away Collin's few sympathies. After becoming a father early and being forced to watch a strange one-man show, he felt that the world was extremely absurd and boring.

Mia was still shedding tears as if no one was around, immersed in her own memories like a broken faucet. However, as soon as Collin, who was standing on the steps, moved, she quickly came back to her senses from her crying.

"Where are you going?"

"The library," Collin answered calmly, "Do you want to join us?"

Mia's eyes went blank for a moment, as if she was thinking about the feasibility of going to the library, but she finally shook her head and rejected Collin's proposal: "It's getting dark, I want to wait here for class."

After saying that, Mia stood up and walked towards the steps where she had originally sat. Perhaps because she exerted too much force, her body swayed a few times. Collin reached out and supported her arm, which in return earned a weak smile from Mia.

This smile was undoubtedly touching, but considering the other party's moody personality, Collin had no intention of appreciating this beauty. After seeing Mia return to her original place and sit down honestly, Collin pushed open the rusty door and completely left this strange Teaching Building No. 2.

The sky outside the teaching building was much darker than it was ten minutes ago. The huge campus was empty. Collin tried hard to make out the blurred words on the signpost and walked towards the library according to the instructions.

The large patch of white fog outside the wall stopped Collin from going out. It was like the worst smog in M City, not only blocking the world outside the school, but also turning the school itself into an isolated island.

The world was silent, and the earthy evening breeze gave Collin a headache. He shook his bracelet and called out his fearful butler Dylan out of boredom.

----Although there was nothing much to say to the other party, Collin just wanted to get Dylan out to eat dirt as well.

There was no speech along the way. Considering that the mirror world might run out of power, Collin silently quickened his pace. Fortunately, Building No. 2 was not far from the library. Ten minutes later, Collin successfully arrived at his destination.

The building in front of him had five floors in total. From the outside, it looked much more sleek than the No. 2 teaching building. Collin glanced at the five large characters "H University Library" in front of the door and finally knew the name of the school.

The library's elevator showed that it was still running, but Collin was not so careless as to trap himself in an uncontrollable enclosed space. He carefully noted the sign in the lobby on the first floor, and then went up to the third floor along the safety passage.

"You really don't want to go find Dan Ning?" Looking at Collin who was searching for information seriously, Dylan leaned on the bookshelf curiously, "Time is short. If you don't exchange worlds with Dan Ning, you will lose points even if you complete the main storyline in the end."

"In this timed survival game, you can only win if you meet the conditions for leaving."

"But I have no choice," Collin pulled out a copy of "History of H University" and sat down on a relatively clean chair nearby. "Blindly searching will only waste time. Where there is a bathroom, there will be a mirror. There are too many mirrors in this school. What I have to do is use bait to lure Tannin into the trap, instead of going through all the bathrooms of H University like a pervert."

Still sober, Dylan nodded in the blind spot of Collin's sight, but despite this, his topic still did not leave Dan Ning: "But Dan Ning successfully found you, aren't you curious why?"

"It's the advantage given to him by the system," Collin flipped a page of the book carelessly, "His arms and body are covered with wounds. If he can't find me, he will definitely die soon in the mirror world."

"Since this is a game where life and death are the stakes, it is only right that the system is well balanced. It won't let me win so easily in the real world."

"That's very clear," Dylan said as he floated to Collin's side. "So, what bait are you going to prepare?"

"I haven't thought about it yet," Collin lifted the book, and half of the cut yellowed newspaper slipped out of the book, "Maybe this is the clue to the main task."

"1953, H University built on a cemetery," Collin read out the title expressionlessly, "Sure enough, there is a cemetery under every school. This plot is really cliché."

In addition to the written record, the newspaper also included a black-and-white photo of the ribbon-cutting ceremony. Six men in Zhongshan suits and one man in a robe stood in front of the gate of H University, smiling happily, without any trace of lewdness.

"A Taoist priest performing a ritual? This school seems to go against the materialistic worldview," Collin pointed at the man in the robe, "Do you think he looks a bit like Teacher Feng?"

He seems kind but is actually mean. Without mentioning their clothes, just looking at their appearance, these two people are definitely 70% similar.

There was no response. Collin looked up and found that Dylan had gone to another bookshelf and was wandering around.

Is it "Don't interfere too much with the game progress" again? Collin looked back at the newspaper indifferently.

Forget it, he didn’t really plan to count on Dylan anyway.

In this game, the only person he can fully trust is himself.

According to what was reported in the newspaper, the scale of the ritual required to liberate the souls of a natural cemetery was too large, and the leaders of H University did not dare to openly promote feudal superstition, so when the construction of the school finally began, H University simply secretly hired people to perform a ritual for the purpose of warding off evil spirits.

Regardless of whether it was the Taoist priest's credit, in the following decades, nothing strange happened. It was like an ordinary university, which flourished with the reform trend and finally became one of the most famous universities in country Z.

But now students from H University are disappearing one after another. Collin flips through the school history in his hand at a glance. Is it that the recorder is whitewashing the truth, or is there something that has broken the balance between the two worlds?

The not-so-thick school history did not give Collin the answer he wanted. He rubbed his sore and swollen neck and prepared to go to the newspaper area again.

But just as Collin was about to stand up, several books suddenly fell from the sky and landed lightly and quietly beside his hands.

Feng shui, gun theory, fighting skills, Collin quickly found the keywords on the covers of several books, and then looked at Dylan in confusion.

"You are too weak. If you don't make good use of your time to catch up, any world will be dangerous for you."

Collin pushed the book aside in disapproval: "Paper talk and last-minute cram, both of these words sound unreliable."

"It's up to you whether you want to read it or not," Dylan waved his hand, and turned into a stream of data and returned to the bracelet, "After all, you are the host."

There was no point in getting angry. Collin turned the ring on his wrist that kept the temperature low. There were less than twenty hours left, so he didn't have much time to get out of this predicament.

The content mentioned in that old newspaper was not recorded at all in the "History of H University". In the real world, people come and go and there are many rules. Even if Hunter and he chose the same main line of investigation, the other party's progress would definitely not be faster than his.

If this game called killer is really fair, then there must be a way to locate Tannin in the mirror world and even force the opponent to switch.

----As long as he can find the most crucial key.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Collin, immersed in the world of books, did not notice the changes in the environment around him. It was not until the bracelet on his wrist began to vibrate slightly that he realized that he had unknowingly read all the relevant information.

----Including the books that Dylan helped him choose.

Maybe Mia was right. Collin rubbed his sore eyes. There might really be an aura in this ghost school that encourages people to study.

The moment Collin closed his eyes, the lights came on, and countless translucent "students" revealed themselves under the light.

They were wearing clothes from different eras, and moved freely and skillfully among the bookshelves. Collin, who was rubbing his eyes in his seat, did not attract their attention at all.

There was only one person, she was hiding in the dark, looking at Collin with eyes full of desire.

Outsider.

The time belonging to the ghost school begins from now on.