Horror Movie Set: This extra is too good at playing the tricks.

Chapter 40 The Only Position

The broadcasting room that once stood on the roof of the dormitory building was completely erased from the rooftop of the real world, as if by an eraser.

Lin Xiaoxiao hid in the shadows of the equipment room, looking up at the empty night sky, her lips twitching involuntarily. Without a doubt, only Lu Dan could pull off such a bizarre move, essentially transporting his own house to the "underworld."

Looking down, the orange light shield on the playground was trembling violently, like a bubble about to burst.

Four desperate people were huddled inside the light shield, while two monsters were squatting outside, enjoying the fun of opening a can.

"We can't fight head-on; we have to outsmart them."

Lin Xiaoxiao forced herself to look away from the suffocating image, her fingers trembling as she pulled out a piece of paper. Since Lu Dan's side had already "confiscated" the broadcasting room, the key to breaking the deadlock lay in that room.

The exchange between the two worlds is constant; if one side gains a house, something else will be lost, and one side might gain some clues.

Lin Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and wrote: [Three students visited. One staff member visited: Logistics Manager Bao.]

[Current Status: Extremely distressed, exhibiting serious cognitive biases, urgently requiring proactive intervention from the school.]

[Solution: The head of academic affairs and the dormitory supervisor are providing enthusiastic and in-depth...physical assistance.]

After writing this line, Lin Xiaoxiao felt like she was a complete jerk.

But this is the only way to describe this one-sided massacre in a normal tone.

The handwriting flickered.

"Hold on, I'm going to raid your base."

Lin Xiaoxiao put down her pen, not daring to even glance at the playground, and ran wildly towards the dormitory building under the cover of night.

She had just rushed into the lobby on the first floor when she had to stop. The stairwell was packed with students, and these "good students" were wandering aimlessly in the stairwell, blocking the way to the rooftop.

"Get out of the way, the teacher is checking the dorms!"

Lin Xiaoxiao forced herself to shout. Normally, this tactic might have worked. But this time, all the students turned their heads in unison, hundreds of murky eyes staring at her, their faces bearing the same eerie smile.

"Teacher...you shouldn't have run around like that..."

The sounds overlapped. The next second, the nearest student lunged forward, his nails sharp as knives, aiming straight for Lin Xiaoxiao's face.

"Go away, you shouldn't have run around like that."

Lin Xiaoxiao dodged to the side, turned around and punched the student in the temple, and the student fell down like a piece of wood.

But this was just the beginning; the students in the entire building rioted.

Lin Xiaoxiao risked her life to clear a path, leaping over the heads of the crowd like an acrobat, stepping on the stair railing.

A hand grabbed her ankle, and she kicked hard, tearing off her shoe and leaving her feet directly on the glass-sharded ground.

Upon reaching the fourth floor, the path was completely blocked.

Lin Xiaoxiao was devastated. In this damned world of strange rules, she not only had to be a psychologist, but also an action star.

She burst through a dormitory door, climbed over the balcony, and grabbed onto a rusty drainpipe to climb up.

"Click—"

The rusty iron pipe couldn't bear the weight and broke in half. Lin Xiaoxiao was dangling in mid-air when her left leg slammed hard against the air conditioner unit. A sharp crack echoed, and the excruciating pain instantly made her break out in a cold sweat—her leg was broken.

She gritted her teeth, refusing to let go. If she didn't go up, even if she didn't fall to her death, she would be torn to pieces by the students below.

Using the strength of her arms, she slowly moved herself upwards.

Just as her hand touched the edge of the rooftop, a pale face suddenly peeked out from the gap in the railing—it was a student hiding there.

Holding a sharpened pencil in his hand, he flashed Lin Xiaoxiao a bright smile: "Teacher, there's something dirty in your eyes!"

"Pfft!"

The pencil pierced Lin Xiaoxiao's left eye, instantly blinding her by half. She didn't even have the strength to scream; her remaining right eye blazed with a ferocious light, like a hungry wolf.

Fueled by the adrenaline rush from the excruciating pain, he leaped onto the rooftop. Then, he grabbed the student holding the blood-stained pencil and shoved him violently off the roof.

"Students these days have absolutely no manners!"

Lin Xiaoxiao lay face down on the rough cement ground, blood from her left eye streaming down her cheek.

She gasped for breath, scanning the empty rooftop with her remaining right eye. The broadcasting room was indeed gone, leaving only a square foundation.

……

In another world, a broadcasting room that fell from the sky.

Lu Dan kicked the still-spinning tape recorder away and rummaged through the control panel. Finally, in a crevice of the panel, he found a piece of paper that had been gnawed in half by a rat; it was the second half of the book he hadn't finished reading in the security room.

Lu Dan picked up the paper with his bloodied fingers and read it by the red light.

Rule Four: Chengde High School is a school that values ​​order, and there can only be one official security guard on the entire campus. If you encounter a second person in security uniform during your patrol, please go to the broadcasting room immediately. That is the only point of contact for adjudication.

Rule Five: The broadcast room is the sacred mouthpiece; everything broadcast is considered absolutely correct, even if it was incorrect before broadcasting. Please always follow broadcast instructions.

[Rule Six: A privileged password is required to start the broadcast. The password for the current date is XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (completely obscured by a black and red bloodstain)]

There was only one security guard.

Lu Dan glanced back at the door.

The skinless security guard had gotten back up and was dragging the giant leech that had been pierced through his throat by a high heel, slowly approaching this side.

Clearly, this is a life-or-death battle for staff positions.

Lu Dan's gaze fell on Rule Five: Is broadcasting the truth?

There are too many questions. Where did the previous reminder come from? It was to send him to the rooftop to save Zhang Kai.

That leaves only one explanation: broadcasting has the power to alter words, making falsehoods appear true.

If I could get the microphone and shout "The skinless security guard explodes on the spot," would I be able to pass the level immediately?

The prerequisite is that you need a password.

Looking at the blood-smeared code, Lu Dan felt a headache coming on. This lousy school's security was really good, but their failure at the crucial moment was truly awful.

A weak, wriggling sensation came from his left ankle. The owner of the high heels, who had been making quite a fuss inside the leech's belly, was now at her last gasp and was retreating into Lu Dan's shadow to recuperate; she was no longer a reliable ally.

Lu Dan felt the log getting hot, a signal from the surface world. Without even looking, he knew that they must also be at their wits' end. He had to get this damned password immediately.

Lu Dan grabbed a pen and quickly wrote in his diary: [Dormitory rooftop. Broadcast room, password, everything normal.]

After finishing writing, he grabbed a metal chair next to him and used it to brace against the rickety door.

"Bang!"

A bloody hand pierced through the door panel, its fingertips only centimeters away from Lu Dan's eyeball.

……

The world of the surface, the rooftop.

Lin Xiaoxiao lay prone on the ground, her single eye reflecting the words appearing on the paper: [Password]

She struggled to move her body and crawl to the other side.

Since the house went there but the foundation remained here, the password that was originally pasted on the wall or written on the table is very likely to remain here in some form.

She frantically groped around in the dust of the foundation, her fingers worn raw and bloodied by the rough cement. There was no paper, no marks.

"Where? Where is it?"

Lin Xiaoxiao was so anxious that tears mixed with blood streamed down her face.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on a depression in the center of the foundation. That should be the base for the broadcast control console.

Under the moonlight, several lines of writing, painstakingly carved out with fingernails, were faintly visible on the sunken cement floor. They would have been completely invisible if she hadn't been lying prone on the ground.

Ignoring the pain, she frantically rubbed the dust off the ground with her fingers, revealing writing—not numbers, but a nonsensical sentence: "[The only truth is hidden before the last bell rings.]"

Below this line of text, there is a row of strange symbols: [short horizontal line, long horizontal line, dot].

Is this Morse code?

wrong.

Lin Xiaoxiao stared at the symbols, and the rhythm of the bell she had heard in the counseling room flashed through her mind like lightning: long ring, short ring... This was the code!

She grabbed a pen and scribbled frantically on the paper: [Long, short, short, long-long, short, pause, long.] This was the rhythm of the school bell, she added: [The head teacher and the dormitory supervisor were using this rhythm to comfort the other four.]

After finishing writing, Lin Xiaoxiao collapsed to the ground, exhausted, with her eyes closed.

"Lu Dan, you absolutely mustn't be tone-deaf!"