MTL - Salted Fish Zombie-Chapter 130 memory

Under Ning Changfeng's dark face, Ning Su happily followed the teacher away.

He cooperated beyond the teacher's imagination. The dean, who was just like Mrs. Miejue, looked much better.

Ning Changfeng's face was full of storms.

By this time, he still didn't know that Jiang Ming made a deal with the school.

"You told the school leaders that Ning Su controlled the points and intentionally got the top ten in the exam."

For the school leaders, the memories of the top ten students in the grade are the precious resources they want, and the ones in the second examination room are of little value. Ning Su, who has the knowledge memory of the top ten in the grade, is exchanged for the memory of a student in the second examination room. It's such a bargain.

Of course he would agree to Jiang Ming.

It's because they are not despicable enough. At first, they didn't expect that there is such a way to obtain memory.

Tonight's scene was clearly designed by Jiang Ming and the school leaders to let Ning Su enter the small black room. As long as he enters the small black room once, in any subsequent examination room, someone who chooses Ning Su can take it away. Ning Su's memory is gone.

Ning Changfeng pointed at Jiang Ming, calmly and firmly said: "You are finished."

Even though they had planned to go to the small black house in the afternoon, Ning Changfeng was also angry because this was an opportunity brought to them.

very angry!

Seeing that his pupils were almost turning into vertical pupils like snakes, Jiang Ming shivered suddenly, "You, you can't do anything to me. You violated the school rules by doing something to me, and you will also enter the small black room."

Of course Ning Changfeng can't violate the school rules, Ling Xiao and Shi Tianshu have already lost their memory, Ning Su is locked up and has amnesia, now he is the only one left.

He must be very careful.

A smug smile flashed in Jiang Ming's eyes, and just as he was about to speak, a dark figure flashed in front of his eyes.

Ning Su obediently followed the teacher and the instructor to the small black room. They had just left the dormitory building, and before they had taken a few steps forward, they suddenly heard a "crash".

Several people looked up and saw the glass of the dormitory on the seventh floor splashed, and at the same time a person fell down with his back to the ground.

"Boom!"

It just landed in front of Ning Su and the teachers.

It was Jiang Ming.

There is an obvious footprint on the white shirt of the school uniform.

The dormitory building is not as high as the teaching building, and the highest is only the seventh floor. Falling from this height will definitely not kill a trainee whose body has been strengthened, but there will definitely be fractures and vomiting of blood.

Jiang Ming spat blood onto the red-soled high-heeled shoes of the political education director.

The director of politics and education was shocked, and looked at this student who was kicked down the stairs in front of her in disbelief.

"who is it?!!"

At the height of the seventh floor, she couldn't see who it was, but Ning Su caught sight of Ling Xiao standing at the window.

Ning Su: "..."

Losing all your memories would really be childish, that is.

"Take him down to the small black room to write a review!"

Those who went to the small dark room became two people, and the other one had lost his memory, so he didn't care about entering the small black room.

When they left, they saw Ning Changfeng lying on the window watching them, and they were very moved.

Ning Su: "..."

The small dark room at night is not covered by the night, the kind of darkness overwhelms the night, and it is even more frightening under the dim moonlight in the middle of the night.

As soon as he passed through the black forest, Ning Su heard the sound of "gudong gudong", like the water in the black lake was bubbling. In fact, Ning Su knew that it was not.

This is something related to memory at work.

It seemed to be swallowed into an empty stomach, and it seemed to be condensing and falling.

To enter the small black house, you have to pass a section of black stone bridge. Ning Su walked slowly on the stone bridge. He noticed that the original color of the stone bridge was white, but it had been dyed black over the years.

Like the black forest, the trunk of the forest is black, and the tips of the leaves are also black.

The small black room is actually not small, it is just a nickname given by the students. On the contrary, when you walk to the door, you will find that it is very large, surrounded by black trees.

Walking into the door, the sound of "gudong" is more obvious and frequent.

Ning Su is almost certain that this is where memories are processed. If the school stores memories, they must be stored here.

The small black room has two floors, and students reflect only in a classroom-like room on the first floor.

Director of politics and education: "You two, let me go in and reflect on it for an hour!"

"There is a review paper on the table, those who haven't written a review should write a review!"

The two were pushed into the review room, the door behind them was closed with a bang by the angry teacher, and the sound of the lock was also loud, and then they heard the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground further and further away.

"..."

The review room was filled with a faint black mist that didn't affect the sight much, as if it just created a gloomy atmosphere and made the students feel serious and depressed.

Ning Su asked Ling Xiao, "How does it feel to enter the palace for the third time?"

Ling Xiao's sharp facial features are still clear and clear in the faint black mist, and a little scarlet at the end of his eyes also breaks through the darkness, but his eyes are a little dazed.

This strong contrast made Ning Su feel a little itchy.

Ning Su called Lord Flower God every day because it was the first time Ning Su saw his human form, which was the image of Flower God.

The first impression is too important, and it is easy to engrave it in his heart. Ling Xiao has always had a filter of gods in his heart.

In addition, he "raised" him to grow up with him since he was a child, and under the guidance of Ning Changfeng's "uncle" again and again, he has a strange elder filter.

With the blessing of these two filters, when the teacher first said that they had a puppy love, Ning Su felt incredible and panicked.

At this time, Ling Xiao, who had completely lost his memory, was very different. He didn't remember anything, and he didn't know anything.

It looks like you can do anything.

The itchy Ning Su stretched out his finger and poked a part of his jawline.

He has always envied Ling Xiao for having such a clear and sharp jaw line like a sculpture.

"You don't even know what it means to enter the palace, do you? But you know kicking people, so it turns out that Lord Flower God is like this in his bones."

Ling Xiao, who didn't understand anything, grabbed his hand, pulled him into his arms, and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Ning Su was taken aback for a moment.

He turned his head to look at Ling Xiao's side face in the black mist, then moved to his long neck, stared at the blood vessels under the cold white skin for a long time, swallowed, and asked him: "You Who do you take me for?"

This is what he has always wanted to know.

Ning Su thought that Ling Xiao, who didn't know anything, couldn't answer, and couldn't answer.

Unexpectedly, he moved his hand to Ning Su's heart.

The broad palm was pressed against the boy's slender chest, and he wondered if the trembling was caused by the beating of two hearts together.

"It's the heart," he said.

Ning Su: "Yes, this is the heart, the heart of both of us."

Ling Xiao shook his head and said again: "It's the heart."

Ning Su was stunned for a moment, pinched his ears, pushed Ling Xiao's arm away, and sat down on the desk silently to write his self-criticism.

While writing, he turned to Ling Xiao and said, "You don't understand anything now, so don't talk nonsense."

Ling Xiao naturally couldn't answer such words, Ning Su seemed to see a question mark above his head.

Ning Su silently lowered his head and wrote his self-criticism. The first sentence was: "I shouldn't have lured innocent and ignorant classmates into talking about love."

"But, is talking about love a natural skill? He doesn't understand anything, why is it so nice to talk about love? Does the teacher know?"

Honestly wrote down the first thing to review before he went back to fill in his personal information.

In the small black room of Qingyi Middle School, there is a standard format for the paper left for students to write their self-criticism. The first few columns must fill in personal information, including name, class, student number, gender, and age.

More like a profile.

Keeping a file here is equivalent to keeping a file in the "memory bank". If necessary, you can match and access the memory of the person who kept the file at any time.

Ning Su eloquently wrote a whole page of self-criticism, and settled down in the self-criticism center.

After finishing writing, he sat next to him again, and the person who could no longer read wrote a copy in Ling Xiao's handwriting.

"My name is Ling Xiao. I shouldn't have said that to the younger generation. I shouldn't have forgotten such an important person."

"I am a bit indifferent on weekdays. Since I can talk so much, I should talk more. Since my arms are so long and my chest is so wide, I should hug my heart more. It will make my heart feel uncomfortable if it is left for too long, which is not good for my physical and mental health. "

"However, since I forgot that he was still following him, forgot that he was still protecting him, and since I tied my tie so seriously, I am so handsome, and I can draw pictures due to amnesia, please consider it according to the teacher's discretion. Forgive me this time. Please give me one more chance."

The writing is more sincere and sincere than my own.

Once you're done writing, it's time to get down to business.

Ning Su asked Ling Xiao, "Do you feel anything special here?"

Ling Xiao thought for a while, then shook his head.

The first time he came to the small black house, he didn't notice anything unusual, and it was the same this time.

But Ning Su felt it.

It's kind of weird.

Even if Ning Su had devoured the energy accumulated by the system for so long, he was not sure that he must be stronger than Ling Xiao. Why did he feel it, but Ling Xiao didn't?

Is it because he has a dark ability, can swallow dark energy, and is more sensitive to dark things?

Or is it that this dungeon is specifically aimed at Ling Xiao, so the system found someone to restrain him?

Ning Su released Guisheng and whispered to him, "Guisheng, take a look at the general situation here."

He checked the review room, but he didn't see any monitoring equipment. In addition, he was hugging Ling Xiao just now, and the director of politics and education didn't rush in. There should indeed be no monitoring here.

Guisheng: "Yeah!"

He lay on the ground by the door, and popped his eyeballs out of the crack under the door.

He sat on the table in front of Ning Su and Ling Xiao, and said, "First floor, four rooms!"

Needless to say the room they were in, he told the situation of the rest of the rooms one by one.

"One with a certificate!"

That should be the place where the top ten students in the grade receive their rewards.

“One has a sofa, beautiful!”

Ning Su guessed that there should be a place to receive distinguished guests.

Maybe they were in that room, watching the first exam for the candidates in the examination room, to select the candidates who wanted to capture the memory.

"A lot of cabinets, full of books and papers!"

It should be the archives room, where the self-criticism written by Ning Su should be put there, together with his other materials, such as the results of each exam.

There are four rooms on the first floor, and certainly fewer on the second floor.

Ning Su waited for the ghost's eyes to climb the stairs.

After about twenty minutes, Gui Sheng said, "Two rooms, one big one."

He thought for a while with his small head, and said, "The black branches are full of black fruits."

Ning Su's expression froze, he already had a picture in his mind.

The small black house is surrounded by black tree-like objects, which are wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. The roof above should be a black tree-like object, and the fruit-like things hanging down one by one may be stored memories.

"Another house with no seams to see."

Gui Sheng, who was sitting across from them, suddenly trembled, and his **** fell two centimeters away from the table.

Ning Su immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"Eyeball." Gui Sheng waved his two small hands outward, "It exploded."

Ning Su: "..."

The caring little angel Guisheng immediately said: "It will grow up soon."

As he spoke, he pointed Ning Su's favorite round black eyes at Ning Su.

Ning Su stroked his dumb hair, "Ghost birth is amazing, and it looks so cute."

The first cutie in Huaiyang Village immediately came over waving her arms.

Just as Ning Su was about to feed him, when he heard the sound of high heels stepping on the ground, he immediately took Guisheng into his body.

An hour is up.

The director of politics and education took the key and opened the door of the review room, and saw two people who should reflect sitting there reflecting.

On the table in front of them was a written self-criticism.

The self-criticism should be written by someone who has never written it before. She remembered that Ling Xiao came in and wrote it. He didn't need to write it this time, but he wrote another one, which shows that he has a good attitude of admitting his mistakes.

The director of politics and education said with satisfaction: "It's an hour, it's late, go back to the dormitory and sleep."

Ning Su: "Oh good!"

He immediately took Ling Xiao out.

The director of politics and education picked up their review book and read it.

"..."

Ning Su who walked to the door looked back.

The black mist here can indeed be dyed, and the face of the director of politics and education has been dyed a little black.

The director of politics and education looked up with a black face, "What are you writing about!"

Ning Su cast her a glance, "You didn't feel my sincerity", "I wrote so sincerely".

Political Director: "?"

She glanced down again to make sure they were talking about the same thing.

When she raised her head again, Ning Su had already dragged Ling Xiao away, and soon disappeared.

"..."

It was almost twelve o'clock when Ning Su and Ling Xiao went back.

Ning Changfeng, who was waiting for them, saw that they breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately asked him, "How is it?"

Ning Su told them the useful information they got in the little black room.

Ning Changfeng also told him about their side.

"After Jiang Ming was kicked off by Ling Xiao, he was sent to the school hospital, and Gu Po followed in the name of a classmate taking care of him."

"He asked Jiang Ming how the school transferred his memory. He was a little confused, and only said that it was transferred in the small black room."

Ning Changfeng said: "He should not have lied, after all, Gu Po has some means."

Ning Su couldn't help trembling in his heart when he thought of the ants and earthworms that Gu Po had picked up at school in the past half month.

He also felt that Jiang Ming had confessed everything, and it was impossible for Grandma Gu to hide anything.

Sure enough, the memory was transferred in the small black room.

No wonder they didn't take the exam in the original teaching building. In addition to the large lecture hall, which is convenient for invigilation, it is also because that building is very close to the small black room, so they can go there to transfer their memories during the break between the two exams.

Ning Changfeng said: "It seems that it is not difficult to transfer the memory, it is very fast, and there is no rejection."

The candidate in the second test room lost his memory during the Chinese test. Jiang Ming took the Chinese test himself, and the second math test used the candidate's intellectual memory.

"That's good news," he said.

Ning Su: "There may not be any reaction. The one who took Wang Zhiqiu's memory, every time someone calls Wang Zhiqiu, he will turn around in response."

Ning Changfeng: "That's right."

Akira Yoshizawa said: "The next time we transfer memory, we have to find out the bottom line next time. We can only wait until then and find a way to look at it."

Lu Yue: "What do you think?"

This is a problem.

After what Guisheng saw, they were basically sure that the transfer memory was on the second floor of the small black room.

Guisheng is born half yin and half yang, and his two eyes with slightly different colors express this. The eyeball of the yin eye can be pulled down at will.

If the eyeball is still there, perhaps through speculation, we can find out the rich student who wants to transfer the memory, and take the opportunity to put the eyeball on him.

But the eyeballs blew up for some reason, and with Ghost Born's dull and slow temperament, I don't know when it will grow back.

When there is no restriction on skills, they have various methods, such as Gu Po's Gu worms, but now those Gu women who don't use skills to raise those Gu worms may be very useful for torturing people, and the substitute TV can't do it.

Ning Su: "There are many instructors and security guards outside the small black room, and ordinary people can't get in."

There wasn't much inside the small black room, that's because he and Ling Xiao, the only two students in the small black room at that time, were locked in the examination room.

Locking the door also shows that the school is always on guard against students.

Ning Changfeng: "Anyway, you can't go. If you go again, it will be the second time. If you go, you will have at least one less test. You may fall into the bottom 100. If you enter again, it will be the third time. Who knows the third time?" What would it be like to enter a small black room?"

Ning Su glanced at him dissatisfied, "Who said that if I miss one test, I will enter the bottom 100?"

"..."

Has been all to.

Ning Changfeng: "Trespassing the small black room violates the school rules, and you have to enter it again!"

Ning Su wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ning Changfeng, "Let's see, there may be other ways."

Lu Yue agrees, "Don't worry, even if we know how to transfer memory, we can't go to the school to grab the memory very early. After we grab it, the school will find out when it has time, will it be stolen again? Will we do it again? Into the dark room?"

Ji Zeming had a bitter face, "The more I think about it, the more headache I get, and it gets harder and harder."

They were at a loss for a while, and it seemed that they could only wait.

Ning Changfeng dragged Ning Su out and said to him, "I know you are so active because you want to find an intellectual memory for Shi Tianshu and Ling Xiao, but you have to protect yourself first."

Ning Su nodded, "Then wait and see."

The next day they faced a more difficult situation.

Last night, the countdown of the third test was 100, and the memory loss of the players who entered the small black room came out.

Half of the players who entered the small black room for the second time still lost their memory, and all the players who entered the small black room for the third time showed signs of amnesia. The number of people who entered the small black room for the third time was still very large, 36.

As of this time, a total of 15 players died, 69 players lost their memory, and only 16 players remained intact.

Among the 16 players, 4 have entered the small black room.

The atmosphere among the players was particularly sluggish that whole day, and despair abounded in the slump.

That night, someone organized a party for players in the small study room in the library.

A male player stood up and looked at Ning Changfeng, Ning Su, and Gu Po one by one. He said, "Sorry, starting tomorrow, I will concentrate on my studies and sprint for the college entrance examination."

Meaning nothing else.

No matter teaching these amnesia players, no matter how to transfer memory.

Ning Su knew his grades, and he took 571, 595, and 611 in the three preliminary exams.

As long as he studies hard, he is very likely to complete the main task and leave the instance.

And he is far away from the bottom 100, even if all these amnesia players do not take the exam, he will not fall into the bottom 100 and enter the small black room.

In this case, no matter what he does, it is indeed a better choice to concentrate on preparing for the college entrance examination.

In fact, among the remaining players who have never entered the small black room once, there are quite a few of them, or they have already stabilized above 600 points, or they can reach 600 points on tiptoe.

A player in a similar situation stood up and said, "Me too."

"Me too."

"Me too."

"Me too."

…

The last time Shi Tianshu organized everyone to come here, she wanted everyone to cooperate.

This time someone called them here, it was a division.

This party will definitely not attract the teacher, because there was not much noise in the study room from the beginning to the end.

Especially after a few "me too" fell.

Many players with complete amnesia, with blank faces, didn't know that they were abandoned.

In the midst of amnesia, the already powerless players showed a little bit of despair on their faces, and two players even lowered their heads and cried.

They knew that their group of players who were about to become crippled was finally abandoned.

Despair is contagious, and those players who have completely lost their memory and are just like children feel uneasy.

Amidst a burst of sobbing, the six players got up and left the classroom, leaving behind a sentence.

"I hope you will not affect our college entrance examination, including not affecting our study, and not affecting our smooth participation in the college entrance examination."

Looking at the background where they resolutely left, the study room was even more depressing.

The 69 amnesiac players looked at them cautiously, with uneasiness and despair in their eyes, and at the same time, they all had straightforward or subtle prayers.

It was the first time that Ning Su had this feeling of being regarded as a savior by others.

From the very beginning until he entered the self-study room, he only planned to find memories for Ling Xiao and Shi Tianshu.

There are so many amnesiacs who don't understand anything, and even have to teach their own names, do they want to save them?

Even if you want to save, can you take care of saving so many people? Won't it affect them?

A male player stood up and said: "I still have the memory, and I can be responsible for what I say. If you don't have the energy, then, don't worry about me. I was single in the original world. I don't have family and friends. It doesn't matter. Save others first if you can.”

A female player stood up, crying and said, "Actually, I don't want to struggle in this infinite game anymore, and you don't have to save me."

Another older player stood up, "I'm the oldest player in our dungeon, that's all, let me stop messing around in the game, leave the opportunity to you young people."

A young man stood up, "I am the weakest. In this sixth-level dungeon, I should be the one who dies."

…

Anyone who still has a trace of memory and knows the situation of this dungeon knows how difficult it is for the few remaining people to save such a large group of people.

Gradually some people stand up and give up on themselves, and the fewer people left to save, the greater the possibility that they are willing to save them, even if it is an uncertain possibility.

Among them are two players who have bullied players with amnesia before. Only when they were really in amnesia did they realize how terrifying and hopeless this feeling is.

In the dilemma of death, when they are about to become them and enter the blank world, they say, otherwise, give them the opportunity.