And to be honest, Bai Xue’s tips are too vague.

right

There is only one word.

Simple and crude, without any prerequisites.

Especially now they are still in such a huge open copy, this prompt seems to be able to be put into any context and can work anywhere.

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

Although Bai Xue is known as the strongest psychic medium, his talent actually has nothing to do with the induction of the psychic medium, and what is truly related to his talent is fate.

Such a talent is extraordinary and terrifying.

However, for this reason, it is absolutely 100% accurate.

After entering the dungeon, each of them will make countless logical judgments, and will decide whether to "go left" or "go right" countless times. The key reminder given by fate will never appear in ordinary situations, 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.

So, at the moment when I recalled Bai Xue’s prompt, Wen Jianyan’s hair stood up and his whole body was trembling.

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

The only purpose of their entry into the copy of Yuying Comprehensive University is to "get props", which means that as long as they obtain props, they will have no reason to continue to flow here.

The vice president's office does look safer, but after struggling in the dungeon for so long, they have learned a little from repeated crises: if they seek temporary comfort and relaxation in the dungeon without focusing on the overall situation, they will ruin everything.

The "guard" who chased after him, the "countdown" that ticked at all times, and more teammates who were separated and did not know the situation.

From the time they separated from the Orange Candy, their action was destined to be a radical adventure. They were a suicide squad with only four people. The only purpose of this trip was to obtain props, retreat at this time, waste time on a more secure option, which was tantamount to sending death.

One reason after another is superimposed, even Wen Jianyan would not consider the possibility of turning right in one second in such a situation.

That's counterintuitive and uncommon sense.

It is precisely because of this that Bai Xue's "cues" seem even more deafening.

It is a frightening rest.

Because of this, even though "going to the right" violated all Wen Jianyan's logical judgments, he finally believed in his intuition at that moment.

——To the right, go to the vice principal’s office.

This may become the key to breaking the deadlock.

Wen Jianyan had no time to take care of the others' confused gaze, and instead began to walk quickly in the office in front of him and search.

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

Why do you have to get here?

Is it because there is something here?

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

Wen Jianyan is uncertain.

He came to the table and began to bend down to search for the drawer below. His fingers were very stable, but his heart was pounding, cold sweat flowed down his temples, and the vision in front of him became shaking and blurred by the tension and low sanity.

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

Wen Jianyan didn't raise his head:

“Not for now.”

In fact... if he could, he wanted Su Cheng to help, but unfortunately, Su Cheng's talent was not applicable in this case, because he didn't know the answer to this question either.

Prophecy without even knowing what questions he wants to ask is almost useless except that Su Cheng's talent is wasted in vain.

Just as Wen Jianyan seized all the time and tried to rummage through the cabinets, suddenly, the cell phone in Hugo's pocket suddenly buzzed twice, and the sound seemed particularly clear in the deadly vice principal's office. In an instant, everyone turned their heads and looked over.

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

The screen of the phone lights up, and it was sent by orange candy.

The content in the message is very simple, with only a short line of words:

Can't hold on anymore, leave quickly.

What……?!

When everyone heard Hugo read the message in a gentle tone, his pupils shrank.

Judging from the character of Orange Candy, she would never be able to send such a message unless it was absolutely necessary.

It seems that like them, there is already a dilemma of hard fighting.

Everyone's hearts sank.

Sure enough, the worst situation happened.

The reason why they were able to successfully obtain the key and enter the third floor was based on the premise that Orange Candy and they led away most of the dangers. In other words, once Orange Candy cannot persist, then the pressure on this side will increase greatly.

The final result will only be a full crash.

Hugo raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows and replied by typing:

“How long can it last at most?”

I don’t know what I encountered on the other side. After a long silence, the information on Orange Candy was late:

Seven minutes.

A number that is not an integer.

Obviously it was time for the other party to grit his teeth and pick it out.

At the same time, the smoke ash has been consumed for half, and I am afraid it will not last for a few minutes.

Acropolis raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead:

"What will we do next?"

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

Either give up all their progress so far and evacuate immediately, or you have to fight for your life, betting whether you can get props from the headmaster's office opposite.

Hugo bit a cigarette that had not been lit yet, and his iron-gray eyes flashed under the high brow bones. Although he had been forced into a desperate situation, he did not look as panicked as the Acropolis, but he seemed to have spare energy.

He said: "Wait."

"Wait?" Acropolis was stunned for a moment.

"No doubtful, no doubtful." Hugo calmly played with the lighter in his hand, making a crackling sound, and flames rose up, illuminating his side 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 will spend a lot of money to take you away."

The other side.

Wen Jianyan was searching wildly at the fastest speed.

He is an absolute expert in finding "things hidden", but unfortunately, Wen Jianyan quickly realized that... the vice president's office can help him far less than he thought.

The guided hand pointed out to the door, obviously to tell them that the props were in the principal's office outside a corridor.

Most of the drawers are empty, but they are just a few pieces of the program sent to them by the vice principal in ideological and moral classes, and several new student manuals distributed at the entrance.

In addition, there are no concealed boards in the entire office, no compartments, and nothing.

This place is like an empty model house, with only some decorations that should exist here, but the inside is hollow, without any secret information carrying private qualities, and no clues related to the copy.

It's like a tomb.

Even the books on the bookshelf are the same.

Like the professional books he found from his luggage before, the text on the books is graffiti-like garbled, and there is no information to extract at all.

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

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

The pale paper spread out was full of strange words that could not be understood.

“…”

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan was slightly stunned, as if he had suddenly thought of something.

He walked forward with a quick glance, swept down the books piled up on the table, and started rumbling inside.

Soon, Wen Jianyan pulled out a thin booklet from the bottom of the messy pile of books-

That is a new life manual.

...He was looking for the wrong direction.

What you really need to find is not something hidden "things", but information that is hidden.

As early as when he entered the copy, he had already realized the location of these hidden information, but he just didn't know the contents.

Wen Jianyan took out his new life manual from his pocket, put it on the desktop with the one in the office, and then began to turn it in correspondence pages.
To be continued...