The experience of the weasel gave rise to the formation of this view.

He was supposed to be a student, but due to some reasons, he ended up taking a completely different path by mistake and became a member of the club.

So, what will happen if he is in this copy, like the anchor of the "Richard" line, and his san value drops below the threshold?

Will he die?

No……

Wen Jianyan guessed that he would be left in this copy, assimilated, transformed, and eventually become a member of the club forever.

"In that case, why aren't they members of the student union?"

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes and spoke in a calm voice.

Several other people in the office were shocked by his guess.

The same goes for the audience in the live broadcast room.

[Honesty comes first] In the live broadcast room:

"...I'll go."

"Wait, let me straighten it out, straighten it out."

"Oh my god, I finally understand this logic. Every NPC in this dungeon was actually an anchor who died here. From the NPCs in every elective course to clubs and student unions... they just need to be satisfied.

The conditions of death are different, right?”

Wen Jianyan seemed tired and rested against the partition for a few seconds before speaking again:

"The 'students' in this dungeon seem to be the same, but in fact there is a strict distinction. Ordinary students are the targets of hunting in the elective courses, while members of the club are the hunters... Of course, with

Correspondingly, there will probably be more terrifying death crises inside it."

Otherwise, the weasel would not have looked so pale and cold, like a dead person, even at such an early stage of the dungeon, with cold water stains left on the bed.

"Although the student union has higher power and a higher level of terror, as long as its members have been anchors, there will naturally be a corresponding screening process."

Wen Jianyan spoke very slowly, as if he was sorting out his thoughts while speaking.

"…What could that be?"

The others were startled and looked down subconsciously.

The armband wrapped around the young man's arm, looking even colder and dazzling under the blood-red light.

"...Armband." Hugo said slowly.

"Yes." Wen Jianyan smiled briefly, "It seems that becoming a candidate member of the student union is much more difficult than entering other departments."

Wei Cheng raised his hand and pressed his temples, frowning: "So what are the filtering conditions?"

Hugo took a deep look at Wen Jianyan and slowly expressed his guess:

"Breaking school rules and surviving the pursuit of the student union."

That's right, only anchors who directly challenge the school rules and survive a head-on confrontation with the student union will receive such a red strip of fabric.

Like an armband.

In other words... it is the predecessor of armbands.

[Honesty comes first] Live broadcast room:

"So he is indeed an alternate member of the student union..."

"I suddenly realized that the student union's office area is in the administration building, and it probably has the most contact with teachers. If the anchor just said something as the barrage guessed, it would probably be over."

"It's so thrilling to think about it, idiot."

"When everyone thought he had lied, he actually told the truth. I was stupid."

Of course, the most important thing is his current state.

Wen Jianyan's current sanity level is only 16 points. He only relied on his willpower to hold on and was not assimilated. However, since this value is not fixed and even varies from person to person, as long as he wears the armband, he can

It is difficult to determine whether he is a hunted student or has been assimilated into a copy.

"Of course, these are all guesses," Wen Jianyan shrugged slightly, lowered his eyes sadly, and said softly, "I just took a gamble."

He was betting on whether there would be a time lag between being assimilated into a copy and officially joining the student union.

Obviously, he made the right bet.

Because of this, the truth he told without a trace of lies will be accepted.

In the teacher's words, people like him are called "candidate members of the student union".

Hugo licked the cigarette butt and looked at Wen Jianyan with a look that seemed to be inquiring, but also seemed to be simply giving affirmation: "You have a good mind."

Wen Jian said: "Thank you very much."

He stood up with Su Cheng's support, smiled weakly, and said, "But this is probably all I have left now."

Wen Jianyan raised his hand and threw the key in his hand to Hugo: "Here."

Hugo took the key.

The rusty iron key was heavy and cold, and looked particularly ominous under the blood-red light.

This is the key to the building.

And the building is the destination of their trip.

They entered this dungeon and searched patiently for so long just for this moment.

However, after going through all kinds of hardships and getting the key to open the door, the feeling it brings is far from relief. Instead, it seems to push people one step further into the abyss.

"Walk."

Hugo took a deep breath and looked away.

The group of people turned around and quickly walked out of the office door.

Above the head, blood-red lights flickered, and the loud sound of high heels hitting the ground had faded away. The corridor was dark and quiet as if it were eternal night.

Next, just walk out of the office, turn right and go forward for a few dozen seconds, and you will reach another fire escape.

Go up the stairs and open the iron door to enter the building.

The whole process will take no more than five minutes.

The group of people walked quickly towards the open door of the office.

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan felt a chill pass through his body, and the hairs on his arms suddenly rose, as if as a warning.

"Wait a moment."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but feel tense and subconsciously stopped their steps.

"What's wrong?"

Wei Cheng asked in a low voice.

"I'm not sure..."

Wen Jianyan paused, his throat rolling up and down nervously.

"I just feel uneasy."

Everyone looked in the direction of Wen Jianyan's gaze. The ground outside the door was covered with blood-red lights. Looking around, there was no one.

Wei Cheng took a cautious step forward and stopped just one step away from the office door. After a pause for a few seconds, he turned to look at Wen Jianyan in confusion:

"I didn't sense any danger."

Ai Cheng's talent is to sense instantaneous fatal danger. Since he said so, then even if there is danger outside the door, it is not directly aimed at them, or it is not fatal.

However, Wen Jianyan was still hesitant.

"I……"

At this moment, Hugo on the side seemed to sense something. He paused, suddenly raised his head and sniffed in the air.

"?"

The other people were startled.

"...The smell of smoke." Hugo said slowly.

Everyone looked at each other with doubtful expressions.

Huh? Is there any problem?

Wasn't it just that Hugo lit the cigarette to create smoke that enveloped them and escaped the teacher's detection? Isn't it normal for the smell of smoke in the air now?

[Honesty comes first] In the live broadcast room:

"?"

"? I don't understand."

While the audience was still confused, Hugo took out the previous packet, poured some gray-white smoke into the palm of his hand, then put it in front of him and blew it out gently.
To be continued...