Just when Huang Yizhe was still thinking about the reason for all this, there was a bang, and a flowerpot fell from the sky again. Fortunately, Huang Yizhe hid quickly, otherwise he would have been hit by the flowerpot and fell from such a high place.
, the lighter one will be hit on the head, and the severe one may die directly.
Huang Yizhe didn't think too much about the reason, but ran quickly into the corridor. He didn't want to take a chance on whether the flowerpot falling from the air would hit his head.
He came to the corridor and looked out, but he never saw a flower pot falling from the sky. Why was it such a coincidence?
The flower pots never fell, either early or late. But just when he was about to come to the second class of the fourth year to investigate Hang Zhanyou, they suddenly fell, and each one almost killed him. It was obvious that
That person is targeting him!
Who could that person be? Could it be Hang Zhanyou?
Huang Yizhe couldn't help but wonder: "Why do flowerpots keep falling from the sky when I first come here? Who is behind it? Is it Hang Zhanyou? He doesn't want me to check? So he did it deliberately to make sure
Should I give up when faced with difficulties?"
"Haha, who does he think I am, Huang Yizhe? Am I the kind of person who easily gives up when faced with difficulties? The more difficult it is, the more I have to investigate. Since he is afraid of me coming to investigate, it means that he must know that Saint
What is the truth behind these murder cases that happened one after another in Xin High School? He must be closely related to it, maybe he is the murderer!" Huang Yizhe snorted coldly, without any fear in his heart.
Class 2 of the fourth year is just on the third floor. Even if he blocks it more, he will get there.
"Third floor? Class 2 of 4th year? Hang Zhanyou, wait for me, I'll be here soon." Huang Yizhe smiled confidently and strode forward resolutely.
The stairs here are all double stairs, with a total of only 30 floors, separated by a rest platform, each with 15 steps. Each step is a standard 15 centimeters and is about 30 centimeters wide.
Just when he reached the resting platform of the double staircase and was about to continue walking forward, the black trash can placed next to the corridor entrance on the first floor suddenly tipped over and rolled down towards him.
Huang Yizhe frowned coldly and ignored it. Instead, he jumped over the trash can and quickly ran to the first floor. However, he looked around and found no one.
Could it be that the trash can was dumped accidentally just now? Wasn't Hang Zhanyou doing it deliberately behind the scenes?
"I hope I'm just overthinking it." Huang Yizhe shook his head helplessly and stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor again.
But this time it was the same as before. Just when he reached the resting platform of the double staircase, the black trash can at the entrance of the second floor corridor suddenly tipped over and rolled towards him!
"Are you doing this again?" Huang Yizhe did not dodge this time, but directly grabbed the black trash can that suddenly came towards him with his hand, then lifted it and placed it again at the entrance of the second floor corridor.
Location.
As before, he scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes and saw no one.
It’s really strange! Are these trash cans possessed by evil spirits and will dump themselves? If not, then why haven’t the troublemakers been discovered at all?
Sighing again, there were too many questions that could not be answered. Huang Yizhe walked quickly towards the third floor again. When he once again reached the resting platform on the stairs between the second and third floors, just as he expected,
The black trash can placed at the entrance of the third floor corridor suddenly tipped over as if possessed by an evil spirit, preparing to attack him.
He leapt forward and reached out to hold the black trash can before it was completely dumped.
Looking around again, he still found no one, which made Huang Yizhe very disappointed. He still can't figure out what is going on?