The villain is trapped in the system and begs me to let him out [Moriarty who worries about the coun

"It seems that classmate Xiaoying is quite lack of sleep." A mocking whisper woke Du Ruoying from her sleep.

She opened her sleepy eyes and saw a light grass-colored ceiling with intricate moldings.The four walls under the ceiling are covered with light-colored wallpaper of mint blue, covered with fine light gold patterns.There is also a quarto-sized landscape oil painting hanging on the wall, and next to the painting is an old wall-mounted kerosene lamp.

...? ! !

Isn't this a Victorian interior? !

Realizing this, Du Ruoying suddenly turned over and sat up on the bed, only to find that Moriarty was beside her at the moment.He was sitting upright on a dark leather chair, with his elbows gracefully resting on the edge of the mahogany desk, holding a gold-rimmed white porcelain cup filled with steaming English black tea.He smiled at her as if admiring a captured prey.

what's the situation?Could it have penetrated into his world line? !

Du Ruoying shook her head desperately, trying to wake herself up.She vaguely remembered that she was kneeling and sitting among the white resin fragments all over the floor, patching up the broken model.Although this is roughly equivalent to asking her to complete a 3D version of a jigsaw puzzle that is extremely difficult in a short period of time, it is not impossible for her to handle.

When the time on the phone screen jumped to 5:45 in the morning, the outside of the window gradually began to turn white.The model has basically been glued back to its original shape, but the scars like ice cracks all over the body are still shocking.Until then, Du Ruoying, who hadn't closed her eyes all night, finally couldn't bear it anymore, so she found a random corner and leaned against it and fell asleep.

How come the picture I saw when I woke up was not quite right? !

She rubbed her eyes, and was about to wake up again, but Moriarty reached out and grabbed the collar.

"You, you, you! What do you want?!" Du Ruoying reached out to push him away, but his wide palms grabbed her wrists.

"What else can I do, of course I want to make you more obedient." He approached her with a sneer, his warm breath passing through her hair, revealing the faint fragrance of British black tea.

Du Ruoying, who was forced to the corner, had no way of retreating, so she secretly accumulated strength, then suddenly raised her leg, and kicked him fiercely, but unexpectedly, her foot suddenly fell into the air.She woke up again.

It's a dream!

In front of her, a girl with a slanted ponytail was shaking Du Ruoying's shoulders desperately. The girl looked very nervous: "...Xiaoying! Xiaoying, are you okay! Xiaoying, you didn't die suddenly, did you? Xiaoying!"

Du Ruoying glanced at the girl named Yeats in front of her speechlessly, then raised her hand to stop her from shaking, so as not to dislocate her shoulder: "What a sudden death, I will catch up on sleep!" Her eyes bypassed Yeats, and found that the exhibition hall A lot of students have already come here, so I quickly took out my phone.

8:55 minutes.

In 5 minutes, the teachers will come to mark.

Ye Zhi helped Du Ruoying stand up, and while helping her pat the wall dust off her body, he asked, "Why don't you go back to the dormitory to make up for sleep, it's too uncomfortable to sleep here."

"I had something to do last night, so I didn't have time to go back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep." Du Ruoying said, unconsciously raising her hand to touch the scar on her neck.The wound was thin and shallow, and the blood had dried, but it still hurt when touched.

Yeats noticed her movements, so he took out a Band-Aid from his pocket and stuck it to her wound.

"To be honest, I've seen a lot of people who cut models and cut their hands, but I haven't seen one that can cut their necks." Yeats complained, "Oh, yes, my model needs to be repaired." After that, She dragged Du Ruoying to the booth.

The two booths are adjacent to each other.Yeats leaned over and searched around her model for a while but couldn't find any tools, so she had to ask Du Ruoying for help: "My utility knife seems to be missing, can I borrow your knife? I want to repair the burr on the edge of the model."

"Well, take it." Du Ruoying folded her knife and handed it to Ye Zhi with the blade facing in and the handle facing out.The moment she raised her hand, she suddenly realized that her bracelet was missing.

At the same time, on the other side, Moriarty was lying in the boundless darkness.He held a silver star-shaped bracelet in his hand, with a faint look of regret in his eyes.

This bracelet was taken off by him when he held Du Ruoying hostage.Originally, he planned that no matter which model Du Ruoying broke, he would hide the bracelet in the victim's booth as evidence against her.In this way, Du Ruoying will inevitably need his help to get rid of the charges.In exchange for benefits, he can logically ask her to start mission two.

Unexpectedly, she dropped her own model...

"It seems that ordinary bait is not easy to use." He sighed softly, "However, this has become more interesting."

The exhibition hall at [-] o'clock in the morning was crowded with students, surrounded by a group of teachers who were grading, shuttling between the booths, nervously waiting for the verdict of the scores.Among them, Du Ruoying's cracked model is particularly eye-catching.People quickly gathered around.

"Tell me about your model?" the leading scoring teacher asked Du Ruoying.

Du Ruoying lowered her head deeply: "I'm sorry, I accidentally broke it last night."

Hearing this, the other teacher suddenly showed dissatisfaction.He narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked, "Then—you're going to take such a broken model to the exhibition?"

Her heart sank, but she could only choose to continue apologizing: "I'm sorry..."

Sympathetic sighs and gloating comments gradually sounded from the crowd, making Du Ruoying feel more embarrassed than ever.Gradually she realized what the end awaited her.

At this time, if she wanted to reverse this unfavorable situation, she had only one last weapon left—a weapon that she didn't bother to use.

Du Ruoying raised her eyes, tears were brewing, and at the same time, she quickly searched among the grading teachers - she wanted to find the line of defense that was most likely to be breached.

"Oh, a Zaha Hadid-style villa," a male teacher wearing a dark brown beret sneered at Du Ruoying with a pipe in his mouth. Porcelain." As soon as the words came out, the other judges burst into laughter.

Du Ruoying looked at the right time, and met a pale white-haired teacher. Although he was also smiling, there was obviously a little unbearable in his eyes.

It's him!

Tears burst out like a silent order.She desperately raised her hand to wipe herself, but she wiped more and more: "I'm sorry, teacher, the model is indeed not done well, it's my fault... I... I shouldn't cry like this in public. But I suddenly... ...I suddenly couldn't control myself...I'm sorry, it's all my fault...You hang on to me, it's okay...Really...I'm actually mentally prepared..."

Seeing this situation, the judges fell into silence immediately, all showing expressions of astonishment and panic.The white-haired teacher silently handed her a piece of tissue, and then smoothed things over for her: "Don't cry, don't cry, we didn't say we'd hang you up—to be honest, we can put the model in one night." It's not easy to put the pieces back together."

Another teacher also stepped forward, leaned over to look at her model, looked up the architectural drawings, and said: "Actually, if the model is not broken, you can imagine that this is a very good design. The shape is smooth, and the functional layout is reasonable. Although the structural design is still somewhat lacking.”

A female teacher beside her also patted Du Ruoying's shoulder sympathetically, and comforted her: "Teachers don't hang people up casually. There is nothing you can do if the model is broken, and you don't want to do that, right?" No? You've tried your best, the teachers can see that."

"Yeah," Yeats in the crowd also chimed in, "Xiaoying stayed up all night working on this model, and she didn't even go back to the dormitory to sleep last night."

"Besides, this kind of 3D printed model is very expensive, isn't it?" Other students also began to help her talk, "3D printed parts are time-consuming, and they are not as easy to replace as models cut from PVC boards. It is very difficult to repair them like this. It's not easy."

The pipe-pipe teacher pretended to clear his throat, as if disturbed by his previous malicious taunt.He pretended to be calm and stroked the pipe and said, "Well, we grade students according to their design level, so we won't be fair by such sudden accidents."

Du Ruoying, who received the sympathy of the judges, slowly stopped crying, but still tightly covered her face with a tissue. Under the tissue, the corners of her mouth could not help but snicker.

It seems that the rumor about "the teachers of Beiyu University are most afraid of students crying" is indeed true.

最后，评委们给杜若颖这个原本只值90分的设计打出了95分的高分，比全年级No.2汪帆帆的92分足足多出了3分。按设计课的所占的学分比重计算的话，这3分之差相当于十多分之差。

This is "It's a blessing in disguise", Du Ruoying thought to herself with a long sigh of relief.

The afternoon sun was so bright that Du Ruoying, who had finished commenting on the photos, went straight back to the dormitory and lay down on the bed, ready to catch up on a good night's sleep.At this time, she heard the discussion of the girls in the next class coming from the corridor outside the door.

"What, it's despicable, to earn points by selling miserably!"

"Obviously our design of Fanfan is better!"

"that is!"

"Fanfan, we can't just let it go. If this continues, she will take away your national award!"

……

Du Ruoying, who heard those criticisms, looked very calm.As the saying goes, if people do not work for themselves, heaven and earth will perish.If she hadn't cried a lot at that time, maybe she would have been hanged by the judges with sharp mouth and bean curd heart in the end.So she has nothing to feel guilty about.

Du Ruoying took out her mobile phone, was about to set the alarm clock, and then fell asleep, but saw two new wechat messages.

The first was from Yeats.Yeats had lunch in the cafeteria with her boyfriend Qi Menghuai, and was told by him that he would be the substitute for their architectural hand-painted performance technique class tomorrow.It could be seen that Yeats was very happy.

Senior Qi Menghuai, I've met him a few times.I remember that he seemed to be studying in Master Shen's studio.He was cast as a Sherlock Holmesian genius by Yeats, that off-the-wall fool.But in Du Ruoying's opinion, if he was really as smart as Holmes, he wouldn't be fooled around by Yeats every day.

Maybe this is the so-called beauty is in the eye of the beholder...

Then Du Ruoying clicked on the second new message.

This one was sent by Moriarty: "Congratulations on your design taking the first place in the whole grade."

...? ! !

How did he know?

The frightened Du Ruoying almost dropped the phone screen on her face.She collected herself, and then replied displeasedly: "It's not thanks to you!"

"In this case, as a token of gratitude, should you consider starting Mission [-]?"

"Hehe, dream about you." She quickly replied, then threw the phone aside with a look of disgust, and started to catch up on sleep.

On the other side, Moriarty was slowly turning a silver utility knife in his hand.His eyes were indifferent, obviously not surprised by her reply.

The rotation of the utility knife came to an abrupt stop, and he looked sideways, his dark red pupils reflecting a few lines of fluorescent blue text.Since completing Mission [-] last night, those few lines of text have been floating here.

【system information】

Congratulations on completing Mission [-], you have obtained the following rewards: Auditory Skills - the ability to synchronize all auditory information with players in the system space in real time.

【system information】

Mission [-] has been unlocked and is waiting for players to open it at any time.

"There's no need to worry," Moriarty smiled, "Anyway—the time will come soon."