Chapter 255 Lecture Room

Chapter 255 Lecture Room

Chapter 255 Lecture Room

Returning to the top of the tower along the same route, Ning Zhe found the flint used to light the beacon under the base of the black pot.

"Sure enough." Ning Zhe put the flint in his arms, walked down the spiral corridor to the ground, and whispered to himself thoughtfully: "Compared to the weird events that happened naturally, this castle is more like a weird game designed by humans."

Whether a person can survive a sudden bizarre incident depends mainly on his on-the-spot reaction and adaptability. The survival rules of this castle encourage the survivors to look for clues, solve puzzles and escape step by step. It has less unknown and sudden surprises and more artificial design.

So who designed this game and why?

"It's interesting." Ning Zhe returned to the execution platform, put the corpse oil lamp and flint on the ground, and took off his down jacket.

The hood of this down jacket is a zippered style, which can be removed from the collar by unzipping it. Ning Zhe pulled the drawstring from the brim of the hat, wrapped the removed hat around the glass lampshade of the kerosene lamp and tied it tightly, making a simple light-blocking lampshade.

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After doing all this, Ning Zhe used a flint to light the wick of the kerosene lamp, and quickly put on the cloth-covered lampshade.

The orange light lit up and went out in an instant. In the moment when light and darkness merged, Ning Zhe saw a scene that looked like hell.

Blood, large amounts of blood flowed on the execution platform. The warm liquid seeped into the soil through the cracks in the stone bricks. Wild grass nourished by the blood grew out from it, swaying in lush green. Under the stone platform lay a large number of torn limbs and arms.

A headless corpse in a windbreaker knelt on the execution platform, the cross-section of its neck pressed against the bloodstained guillotine. A blond head rolled down the stone steps to the ground, staring blankly at Ning Zhe's feet, where a shriveled, pale ghost hand grasped his ankle.

If the kerosene lamp had not been covered in time, I would be dead now.

Ning Zhe squatted down and tightened his shoelaces. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt that his right foot was heavier than his left foot.

"If this is a game, then the players should have received some explanations of the game rules before the game started. I was pulled in by Bai Zhi's dream-entering ability, so I missed this part of information."

Ning Zhe took a deep breath, held the base of the corpse oil lamp with his left hand, and slightly pulled up a corner of the lampshade with his right hand, letting out a very limited beam of light, artificially making a simple directional flashlight.

"We need to find another living survivor to communicate with..."

Looking at the large bloodstains illuminated by the light, Ning Zhe walked up to the execution platform holding the corpse oil lamp and began to search the headless man kneeling in front of the gate.

This person seemed to be the player who cursed in Chinese language on the tower before, but he was dead now. Ning Zhe searched carefully on him and found:
A dagger, a bunch of keys, a lighter, a pack of hemp, a box of cigarettes, and a wallet containing an ID card and other documents.

It is worth mentioning that although the corpse itself is only visible under the light of the corpse oil lamp, the things Ning Zhe touched from his body will not disappear even without the illumination of the corpse oil lamp.

"Is it because after passing through my hands, these things came from 'over there' to 'over here'?" Ning Zhe hung the dagger he had searched from the corpse around his waist, put the lighter in his pocket, opened his wallet and took out the ID card inside.

'Reiner Fafnir'

According to mainland China's translation habits, the surname Fafnir would be translated into 'Fafner' if used by a man, and into 'Fafna' if used by a woman, just like Brezhneva/Nev.

Ning Zhe had an impression of this surname. To be more precise, it was Van Dyke who had an impression of this surname.

In addition to the ID card, Ning Zhe also found a folded piece of letter paper in Reiner Fafnir's wallet. The paper was yellow and rough, and the handwriting on it was sloppy and blurred. The writer seemed to be in a bad mental state, and the note itself looked quite old:

【Note found on the survivor】【This is a scam! 】

[There is no way out of this damn place! No one can escape! We will all die here. No one can leave Vanessa Castle alive, and those who leave here are no longer human! ]

[No one can be spared, we will all die here, we will all die here...]

The rest of the content is just a repetition of the last sentence.

"Interesting." Ning Zhe folded the paper and put it back into his wallet.

After leaving the execution platform, Ning Zhe walked towards the iron gate holding the corpse oil lamp. Dried blood was visible everywhere on the ground under the light, and weeds were growing in the cracks between the bricks. But behind the ground where the corpse oil lamp could not reach, the floor tiles under Ning Zhe's feet were as clean and dry as ever.

Walking to the wall, under the light, an iron door lying on the ground came into view, with rusty iron chains scattered on the ground. Ning Zhe raised the corpse oil lamp, and in front of him was an empty tall doorway.

Covering the corpse oil lamp, the heavy iron door stood on the wall as steady as a mountain.

"It's getting more and more interesting." Ning Zhe held up the corpse oil lamp, walked through the doorway and entered the room.

On the other side of the wall, it was pitch black. The corpse oil lamp in Ning Zhe's hand was the only source of light in the darkness. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the large and empty room. He wondered what was lurking in the darkness.

Ning Zhe pulled down the covering on the lampshade to completely block out the light from the corpse oil lamp, then pulled out a flashlight from his pocket to illuminate the way and continued walking forward.

As he walked, the footsteps echoing in the room suddenly disappeared, and he felt a soft touch under his feet, and Ning Zhe walked onto a red carpet.

Turning the flashlight, I saw rows of wooden benches on both sides of the long red carpet, red curtains hanging on the thick stone pillars, and huge realistic oil paintings framed on the walls on both sides.

The first painting shows a mother in pajamas breastfeeding her baby.

The second painting shows a middle-aged man standing by a table, cutting up a bloody dead deer with a sharp knife. The white tablecloth is covered with blood.

The third painting shows a tree struck by lightning, with several naked children dancing around the burning trunk.

The fourth painting shows an old man lying peacefully in a coffin. On the left side of the coffin stand his relatives who are frowning and mourning, and on the right side stands a priest holding a scripture.

Four huge paintings were framed on the walls on both sides of the red carpet, bringing a secretive and eerie atmosphere to the empty and dark hall. Ning Zhe walked to the end of the red carpet, and a dusty pulpit stood quietly above the 13 steps.

After Ning Zhe arrived at the pulpit, he turned around and faced the rows of empty benches below the stage. Looking forward from his position, he could see the execution platform in the center of the square outside the door.

"Execution outside the gate, lecture inside the gate?"

Ning Zhe placed the corpse oil lamp on the pulpit and slowly pulled open a corner of the cover, releasing the orange light, illuminating the rows of benches closest to the pulpit. The figures of people sitting on the chairs were looming in the light.

Along with these 'audiences' appearing under the light, there is also a scripture lying on the pulpit.

(End of this chapter)