It’s So Hard For A Cat To Repay Your Kindness - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Teddy Bear’s Game World (2)

It was pitch black outside, and it was pitch black inside the school as well.

Fortunately, eyes that had adapted to the darkness were already beginning to faintly discern the outlines of objects. In an unfamiliar, quiet, and hazard-filled environment, anyone who entered would consciously lighten their movements, for fear of making even a tiny bit of sound.

Upon entering the school, there was a map. The game was still somewhat humane, telling the completely clueless players the structure of the building.

The school had only one main teaching building, divided into six floors in total.

The first floor was the lobby. Activity areas such as the multimedia classroom, indoor gymnasium, vocal music room, and art studio were all here.

The second to fourth floors were all classrooms. From bottom to top, they were for Grade 10 to Grade 12 respectively, with each different grade occupying one floor.

The fifth floor contained the principal’s office, conference room, reception room, and archives room.

The sixth floor was the rooftop, used for installing outdoor air conditioning units and for relaxation.

Furthermore, each floor had two elevators on the east and west sides, along with a main central staircase and an eastern safety staircase. Utility closets were set up next to the safety staircases on the second, fourth, and sixth floors, while storage rooms were set up next to the main central staircases on the first, third, and fifth floors.

After reading the map, Yu Zitong used hand gestures to indicate that she wanted to explore the upper floors first. This choice was easy to understand. After all, most of the rooms on the first floor were wide open. If someone were truly run into, they wouldn’t even be able to find a place to hide.

On the other hand, the classrooms on the classroom floors were densely packed with desks, chairs, and storage lockers. Coupled with the presence of the storage rooms and utility closets, if they encountered something, it would be more convenient to hide.

Xie Yun nodded and made an OK gesture. The two split up at this point.

Looking at Yu Zitong’s departing back, he raised an eyebrow thoughtfully.

After a brief deliberation, Xie Yun walked up to the second floor from the main central staircase.

Just as he stepped onto the second floor, a pungent stench of blood rushed straight at his face. He knit his brows and glanced sideways, only to see that the originally snow-white corridor walls were actually splattered all over with bloodstains.

Suppressing his instinctive urge to vomit, Xie Yun raised his head, trying hard to make out the words written on the sign hanging on the door.

“Grade 10, Class 6.”

Just as shown on the map, the second floor was the Grade 10 classrooms. Recalling the absolute reality mentioned earlier by the Teddy bear, he deduced that this sentence probably meant that critical information within the game would not be faked.

Since that was the case, the relatively safer area on the second floor should be the eastern side. The placement of the utility closet and the safety staircase allowed players on the eastern side to have more hiding and escape routes.

As for the first and third floors, the relatively safer area would be in the middle—by the same logic, the main staircase plus the storage room.

Then what about the western side?

In comparison, there were no stairs there, only an elevator. Xie Yun had watched plenty of horror movies and comics. Those who took the elevator in this kind of place usually didn’t end up well.

The western side… was a forbidden choice?

No.

Xie Yun scratched his head and gave a silent, bitter smile. The situation before him was not a multiple-choice question at all. In the end, wanting to rely on choices to find a correct path in this world was an utterly impossible thing.

He composed himself and walked toward the classroom on the eastern side that was closest to the main central staircase.

Upon opening the room door, a wave of dust and musty odor rushed at his face. The mucous membranes in his nasal cavity were stimulated until they felt itchy and painful. He pinched his nose tightly, rubbing it a couple of times to suppress the urge to sneeze.

In a situation like this, the most important thing was to stay calm and think.

In the rules stated by that Teddy bear just now, there were still several details that could be pondered deeply.

First was this place called a game. As could be seen from the rules, they were referred to as players.

However, through what exactly kind of method did they arrive in this world? And why were they chosen as players?

Just now, Xie Yun had secretly scratched himself with a twig hidden in his hand. The pain and swelling were no different from reality.

Very clearly, everything before his eyes was not due to a dream or an hallucination. He had truly been inexplicably sent from a train to this ghostly place.

At the same time, that talking toy bear, through its characteristic of being able to speak, also briefly and concisely told him a fact—this place was absolutely not the original real world he was in!

Xie Yun suppressed the unease in his heart and briefly organized his train of thought.

He had been sitting on a train, and due to fatigue, he fell asleep and woke up to find himself in this place.

And according to what Yu Zitong said, she also fell asleep due to a sudden, inexplicable drowsiness, and arrived in this place inexplicably after sleeping.

Both fell asleep because they were sleepy.

So, was the trigger for coming to this world that wave of inexplicable drowsiness?

Xie Yun placed a question mark next to that drowsiness in his mind.

Then there were the rules from that Teddy bear’s mouth. Why did it have to deliberately state ghost stories and serial killers as two separate rules? Generally speaking, wouldn’t it be fine to summarize them in one single clause? After all, the result of players encountering either of these two was death.

Moreover, evade was added after the serial killers, but there was no such word after the ghost stories, which only mentioned ‘pay attention’.

Did this signify that there was a fundamental difference between serial killers and ghost stories? For example, ghost stories could kill both players and serial killers, whereas serial killers could only kill players.

Furthermore, after encountering a ghost story, would it not cause immediate death, leaving some room for turnaround?

While Xie Yun was thinking, his movements did not slow down in the slightest. He rapidly swept his hands beneath the desks and chairs in the classroom, finally finding a square card inside the desk drawer of the second-to-last row near the back door.

His heart rate quickened by a few beats. He pulled it out and flipped it open to look.

It was indeed a student ID, but printed on it was a completely unfamiliar face and name.

Xie Yun inevitably felt a bit disappointed, but then laughed at his own wild imagination—how could it be possible that the very first card would be his own.

Stuffing this student ID into his jacket pocket at random, he was just about to leave through the back door to head to the next room when he heard a sharp chime echo through the entire hall.

Xie Yun’s pupils contracted slightly. He swiftly held his breath, crouched low, and hid beneath a desk.

If he hadn’t misheard, this sound should be the notification chime of an elevator arriving at the corresponding floor.

As fish and meat on a chopping block, under the circumstance of knowing that an unknown number of serial killers existed, it was impossible for players to use a tool like an elevator that would expose their location.

Therefore, the only one who would use the elevator could only be a serial killer!

As if to validate his conjecture, heavy footsteps and the sharp sound of a sharp weapon dragging along the ground rang out in the corridor, gradually drawing closer.

As the sound approached, a blood stench so thick it couldn’t be dissolved drifted over along with it. Crouching under the desk, Xie Yun’s scalp tightened, and he covered his mouth and nose, his heart thumping like a pounding drum inside his chest.

Then, the footsteps stopped.

The door was pushed open.

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