He didn't lie.

After all, apart from the prompt given by Bai Xue before entering the dungeon, he really didn't have any particularly defensible reason.

And to be honest, the tips given by Bai Xue were too vague.

【right】

There is only one word.

Simple and crude, without any preconditions.

Especially since they are still in such a huge open dungeon, this tip seems to be able to be put into any context and work anywhere.

But Wen Jianyan knew how Bai Xue's talent worked.

Although Bai Xue is known as the strongest psychic, his talent has nothing to do with the psychic's induction. What is really related to his talent is fate.

Such a talent is unconventional and terrifying.

However, because of this, it is absolutely 100% accurate.

After entering the dungeon, each of them will make countless logical judgments and decide whether to "go left" or "go right" countless times, and the key hints given by fate will never appear in just not feeling pain.

It's not itchy, under ordinary circumstances, it's just to add icing on the cake to someone's judgment.

It will definitely target the most critical and core moment in the entire copy.

Therefore, the moment Wen Jianyan recalled Bai Xue's reminder, his hair stood on end and his whole body trembled.

——Because there is no more suitable scene than the one just now.

Their only purpose in entering the dungeon of [Yuying Comprehensive University] is to "obtain props", which means that as long as they obtain props, they have no reason to continue here.

The vice-principal's office does look safer, but after struggling in the dungeon for so long, they have already learned one thing from crisis after crisis: in the dungeon, coveting temporary comfort and relaxation,

Failure to focus on the overall situation will ruin everything.

The "guards" are chasing after you, the "countdown" is ticking all the time, and there are more teammates who are acting separately and unaware of the situation.

From the moment they separated from Orange Candy, their action was destined to be a radical adventure. They were a death squad with only four people. The only purpose of this trip was to obtain props. To retreat at this time would be a waste of time in a safer place.

If you choose the option, it is tantamount to committing suicide.

One reason after another added up, and even Wen Jianyan would not consider the possibility of turning right for a second under the circumstances.

That is counterintuitive and counterintuitive.

Because of this, Bai Xue's "tips" are even more shocking.

It's a terrifying cessation.

Because of this, even though "go right" went against all of Wen Jianyan's logical judgments, he still believed in his intuition at that moment in the end.

——Go to the right and go to the vice-principal's office.

This may be the key to breaking the situation.

Wen Jianyan had no time to pay attention to the blank and confused gazes of others, and instead began to move quickly around the office in front of him, rummaging around.

What he needs to do next is to find the reason.

Why does he have to enter here?

Is it because of something here?

Or is it just because there is a more terrifying crisis in the principal's office?

Wen Jianyan was unsure.

He came to the table and began to bend down and rummage through the drawers below. His fingers were steady, but his heart was pounding, cold sweat dripped down his temples, and the vision in front of him became shaky due to nervousness and low sanity.

Vague.

Su Cheng's voice came from behind: "What are you looking for? Do you need my help?"

Wen Jianyan didn't even raise his head:

"No need for now."

In fact...if possible, he would also like Su Cheng to help, but unfortunately, Su Cheng's talent is not applicable in this situation, because he doesn't know the answer to this question either.

Making a prediction without even knowing what question he wants to ask is almost useless except for wasting Su Cheng's talent times.

While Wen Jianyan was seizing all the time to rummage through boxes and cabinets, suddenly, the cell phone in Hugo's pocket buzzed twice. The sound was particularly clear in the dead silence of the vice-principal's office. In an instant, everyone

They all turned their heads and looked over.

Hugo paused and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

The phone screen lit up, it was from Orange Candy.

The content of the message is very simple, only one short line:

[I can’t hold it anymore, leave quickly.]

What……?!

Everyone's pupils shrank when they heard Hugo read out the information in a calm tone.

Judging from Orange Candy's character, it is absolutely impossible for her to send such a message unless it is absolutely necessary.

It seems that, like them, the other side has also fallen into a difficult situation.

Everyone's heart sank.

Sure enough, the worst situation still happened.

The reason why they were able to successfully obtain the key and enter the third floor was based on the premise that Orange Tang and the others had diverted away most of the dangers. In other words, once Orange Tang could not hold on, the pressure on this side would also increase greatly.

.

The final result will be a complete collapse.

Hugo raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and typed a reply:

"How long can it last at most?"

I don’t know what happened on the other side. After a long period of silence, the message from Orange Candy came belatedly:

【Seven minutes】.

A number that is not an integer.

It's obviously time for the other party to bite the bullet and dig it out.

At the same time, less than half of the ash has been consumed, and I'm afraid it won't last more than a few minutes.

Wei Cheng raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead:

"What do we do next?"

Obviously, there are not many options left for them now.

Either give up all the progress they have made so far and evacuate immediately, or risk their lives and gamble on whether they can get the props from the principal's office opposite.

Hugo held an unlit cigarette between his teeth, and his iron-gray eyes flashed under his high brows. Although he was cornered, he did not look as panicked as Acropolis, but instead

It seems like there is still some energy left.

He said: "Wait."

"Wait?" Wei Cheng was stunned for a moment.

"Don't be suspicious of those who are suspicious. Don't be suspicious of those who are employed." Hugo calmly played with the lighter in his hand, making a crackling sound, and the flames rose up, illuminating the side of his face.

He glanced at Wen Jianyan, who was busy in the distance, and said, "Give him five minutes."

"At worst, when the time comes, I'll spend the money to take you away."

The other side.

Wen Jianyan was searching frantically as fast as possible.

He was an absolute expert in finding "hidden things", but unfortunately, Wen Jianyan soon realized... there were far fewer things in the vice-principal's office that could help him than he imagined.

The guiding hand pointed toward the door, obviously to tell them that the props were in the principal's office across the corridor.

Most of the drawers were empty, except for a few pieces of the syllabus given to them by the vice-principal in the ideological and moral class, and a few freshmen's handbooks issued upon admission.

Other than that, there are no dark panels, no partitions, nothing in the entire office.

This place is like an empty model house, with only some decorations that should be there, but the interior is hollow, without any secret information carrying personal characteristics, nor any clues related to the copy.

It's almost like a tomb.

Even the books on the bookshelf are the same.

Just like the professional books he found in his luggage earlier, the words in the books were all graffiti-like and garbled, with no information that could be extracted at all.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand in frustration and threw a book back on the desk.

The book hit the messy desk with a "bang" sound. Wen Jianyan chased it with his eyes and landed aimlessly on the desk.

The scattered pale paper was filled with strange, unreadable words.
To be continued...