It was late at night, dark clouds passed through the crescent moon, and the moonlight covered the school again, driving away a lot of darkness, but some hidden corners were still unknown darkness.

Following a few little ghosts, I left the complex building and walked to the back of the school. It was a barren grassland, with lots of garbage melting from the soil scattered here.

An iron net surrounded here, but after countless years of wind and rain, the iron net has been corroded and rusty, and there are also many rotten cloth strips hanging on some sharp iron hooks.

Ah, a few little ghosts seemed to be familiar with the road. They rushed to the corner of the iron net, where an iron net hole was pried open and they went out directly.

Qin Nuo followed behind him, lay down and crawled out.

"This is called Dog Hole. We used to skip classes and often go here. Do you remember?" Ah Tu looked at Mo Ting and smiled silly.

"There is no need to give this name." Qin Nuo came out, patted the dust off his body, and said.

After looking around, I saw a small hill behind the iron net, a bamboo forest surrounded by the foot of the mountain. As the night wind blew, the rustling sound was endless.

Mo Ting blinked, and asked in confusion: "Where will go next?"

"Just keep up."

Ah Tu and his friends ran towards the bamboo forest. Qin Nuo followed closely and walked through the dense bamboo forest. His eyes were not far away and he saw a vague outline.

When the flashlight shines, it is a very simple iron house covered with thatch and cut bamboo around it, which consolidates the foundation of the house.

Qin Nuo was stunned, Mo Ting's face was the same, and she asked, "Who is this house?"

At this moment, Ao Tu started to clean the weeds at the door, and said with a smile: "The security guard who used to guard the back door had no children, so he built a tin house here. When the old man left behind, the place was abandoned.

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"We occupied this place. During that time, the school broke up our guild, and we hid all the props for the performance here. We gathered here in the evening, and then sneaked into the school through the iron net at the back door and performed on the stage.

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Ah Gai explained, the smile on his face was very strong, as if that period was the happiest time for them.

Qin Nuo looked at Mo Ting and asked, "Do you have any impression?"

"It seems a bit." Mo Ting's appearance was uncertain, as if she had remembered something, but it looked very vague.

"Don't worry, there are still many things worth remembering after entering." Ah Gai said.

Over there, the tangled vegetables that were tall were removed. Ah Tu walked to the door, lifted the stones, and smashed the completely corrosive lock.

Kazhi!

The iron door opened, and a dull heat wave poured out from the house. It was pitch black inside. The dirt was not hindered, and they walked inside one by one.

Soon, a candlelight lit up inside, forcing the darkness in the house back.

Ah Tu found an oil lamp from somewhere and put it aside. He said unexpectedly: "This oil lamp has been left for so long, but it can still be used?"

Qin Nuo also came in. Although the air in the house was circulating a lot, it still made him feel a little suffocated and uncomfortable.

The room is not big, even a little cramped.

The items around him were messy and covered with dust. In some corners, he saw several quilts and pillows spread there.

On an iron bed, there were many bottles and jars lying, with rats crawling inside. When the flashlight shone, the rats and cockroaches fled without a trace.

Qin Nuo stepped on something, looked down and saw it. It was a rag doll in a dress. He reached out and picked it up. It was tattered and had some blood on it.

"This is a rag doll given to me by my grandfather. I didn't look for it for a long time. Why is it emerging again now?"

Tang Rou came over and took the doll with a surprise on her face.

She ignored the dirty and bloody spots on the doll, hugged it and rubbed it on her face, and loved her to do whatever she wanted.

Dafu and the others were also searching around. The terrifying and gloomy atmosphere in the house did not affect their joy.

In the corner, Ah Biao found a quilt that had been moldy and cracked from cotton, and smiled and said to Ah Tu: "Ah Tu, do you remember this sheet I squeezed with you at that time, you wet the bed at night, you

Look! The stain is still here now. I was so laughed to death at that time. I was a teenager and even wet the bed!"

Ah, his face turned dark and he defended with shame and anger: "No such thing, I said it a hundred times. I don't know where the puppy came from and scattered it on it! It's not me!"

"Stop it, you secretly went to the bamboo forest to change your pants. I could see clearly, don't fool me!" Ah Gai threw the cup over.

Ah Tu avoided sideways and walked away with a dark face.

"Qin Feng, look at this. The kettle you left behind was still here. It was the guy Yanan who accidentally broke the bottle inside!"

Dafu found a kettle with a very old-fashioned look. The color on it faded and there were several big-headed stickers on it.

"I remember, I was sad for a while at that time." Qin Nuo said calmly, with a little nostalgia.

"That's not. You said that this was the most precious thing in your family!" Dafu smiled in his pocket.

They said that they were here to help Mo Ting recover her memory, and it was more like they were back and nostalgic, searching for those nostalgic things everywhere in the house.

Mo Ting stood there, her eyes moving on any item around her, and her confused expression seemed to have diminished a lot.

Qin Nuo came over and asked.

Mo Ting looked at Qin Nuo, nodded, nor shook her head.

Qin Nuo was a little confused inside. What does this mean?

Dong.

A long bell rang in my ears, and it was the ancient bell of the school that rang.

Qin Nuo glanced at the children's electronic watch and it was 2:30 in the morning.

With his eyebrows raised, Qin Nuo realized something, suddenly raised his head, and suddenly found that there was no one in the iron house.

Ah Tu and the others seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there was no one in a flash!

Qin Nuo's face was stunned for a moment, and he looked at the doll of Tang Rou on the ground. When he looked back, Mo Ting was still here: "Where are them?"

“Disappeared.”

"They are like me, and they are imprisoned birds after all, at the mercy of others, but I have forgotten everything, and they still retain some memories."

Mo Ting said with her head down slightly.

Qin Nuo asked, "You still remember nothing?"

"I think about it a little, not much, but it should be of great help to you." Mo Ting said.

Qin Nuo's face was confused. He found that the confusion and fear in Mo Ting's eyes had disappeared, but the waves of his eyes were still dim and had no bright luster.

"You are not in the cage, I can see that on the contrary, you are still investigating why we became like this, so I am eager to get my memory, right?" Mo Ting said as if she was talking to herself.

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Qin Nuo had an accident on his face. This girl just remembered something and actually saw the situation in front of her so thoroughly?

"When I asked you just now, why didn't you make a sound?" Qin Nuo asked.

"He is secretly monitoring us..." Mo Ting's face was filled with a hint of fear.

Qin Nuo's expression moved: "Who is he?"

"I don't know, I can't remember this part of my memory, I only know that he is terrible and has done something terrifying to us."

Mo Ting's expression exuded a kind of silence.

"It's just that after a specific point in the middle of the night, it seems to be subject to some restrictions and disappear, so I dare not speak out."

In Qin Nuo's opinion, the restrictions she mentioned should be the rules of the game.

The game copy has restrictions on players, and the same is true for dungeon bosses. Through these rules, absolute orders that are absolutely not violated are formulated to restrict the settings that should be invincible for dungeon bosses.

Just like in daily games, no matter how difficult the levels or the powerful boss is, they must have weaknesses and ways to pass the level!

"So, can you tell the memories you have recovered now?" Qin Nuo asked.

"I haven't been in the performance guild for a long time. It's not that I don't like to perform, but that the atmosphere inside the guild makes me feel scared."

Mo Ting walked aside and stroked the rotten wooden cabinet with her hands, with a calm expression.

"At the beginning, this guild was founded by Tang Rou and gathered those of us who love acting in our class. The atmosphere was very good at that time. Although there were some disputes with different opinions on weekdays, everyone was united."

"Our goal at that time was to unite and create a perfect sketch, catch up with the Children's Day party, and then amazed everyone."

"However, Tang Rou's requirements are very strict. The scripts that each of us thought of were rejected by her. They are basically too dull and cannot reach the amazing level she wants."

"Everything was ready at that time, and there was only a satisfactory script. Until later, Yanan joined the guild."

"He is very smart, and the script he came up with is not only the storyline, but also the dialogue and background renderings, which have reached an unparalleled stunning level."

"He handed in part of the sketch script, and Tang Rou decided that the guild's screenwriter would be him."

"But, it's hard for Yanan to get along with. He has almost no friends in the class. He has a good mind, but his thoughts are very extreme. When he creates the script, he cannot tolerate anyone changing it. The role he plays must also meet his satisfaction.

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"The script is like a child in his hands, and it cannot tolerate anyone being involved. Many members of the guild quarrel with him, and Tang Rou could not reconcile even if she came forward, which led to some members withdrawing from the guild at that time."

Mo Ting said, obviously she is also very profound in Asian men.

Qin Nuo passed the level earlier and changed their evaluation of Asian men, and probably guessed what kind of temperament the child is.

Autistic, extreme, unsociable!
To be continued...