Chapter 246 : If you round up, everyone is a ghost!
Ziliang didn't know how this fat man managed to stare at the phone motionless for nearly twenty minutes.
For a few minutes, he even suspected that the fat man was possessed by a ghost, but fortunately, the fat man's eyes would blink from time to time, so Ziliang gave up the idea of stepping forward to shake him awake.
Every time Ziliang was about to ask something, the fat man would wave his hand at him, telling him not to talk any more.
Ziliang had been depressed for twenty minutes before the fat man took his eyes off the phone screen. It was almost three o'clock now.
Seeing the fat man move his eyes, Zi Liang said cautiously: "Fat brother, can we see what's under the box now?"
Hearing this, the fat man stared at the screen for a few more seconds before nodding: "Be careful."
So Ziliang clicked [Yes] on his screen very carefully. He actually didn't quite understand the difference between 'clicking the screen carefully' and 'clicking the screen recklessly'.
Is it possible to accidentally smash the screen?
While Ziliang was still thinking, the fat man next to him suddenly said: "If a box or something else appears in the future, don't rush to open it yet."
Ziliang nodded in understanding.
Ten minutes passed very slowly. After Ziliang waited for a while, the little man on the screen finished exploring the list under the box.
[A worn-out roll call]
[This list is very worn, as if it has been destroyed for many years. The words on the cover are almost unclear, and the two numbers "one" and "eight" can be vaguely seen]
Ziliang stared hard at his screen, almost wanting to bury his head in the phone screen.
But even if he looked hard, he couldn't clearly see what was written on the small torn book on the screen. He had no choice but to read the introduction on the screen.
[Opening the roll call list, the handwriting inside seems to have been contaminated by water, making it almost unclear]
[Only the class diary written by the monitor on duty can barely be read clearly]
[January 18th: There is one less person today. Why are things like this? 】
[February 27: It can’t be less!]
[April 4: Chu Hang seems to know something, I should go find him and ask!]
The words on the screen stopped abruptly at this point. Zi Liang glanced at the fat man next to him with a guilty conscience: "Fat brother, this class diary seems to be about the mysterious disappearance of a class member..."
Moreover, the name "Chu Hang" was specifically mentioned in the class diary.
The fat man nodded: "Since this person has been named individually, we should start with this person."
"Since this is a roll call for many years," Ziliang paused, "then Chu Hang should have graduated a long time ago. If not, he should be in the third year of high school."
The fat man glanced at the time on the clock on the wall: "Don't worry, since this item specifically mentions Chu Hang, then he must have left some clues in this school. Didn't the book say that the numbers one and eight can be seen?
Come?"
Wen Yan Ziliang lowered his head and glanced at the phone screen: "There are these two numbers, what does the combination mean... Class 18, Grade 1?"
"It can't be Class 1, Class 81," the fat man thought for a while, "or Class 18, Class 18, Class 28, Class 1, etc., but I think there may not be Class 28 in Class 1, Grade 1 here.
"
The fat man said while looking in the direction of the office door: "Anyway, let's find Class 18 of Senior High School first and take a look. Maybe we can find something."
As he spoke, he pulled Ziliang towards the door.
At this time, Ziliang had already put the roll call list into the villain's backpack.
Although there is a roll call in the office in the game, this thing does not exist in reality. Let alone a roll call, there is not a single piece of paper, and there is a thin layer of dust on the cabinet. It seems that it has not been left here for a while.
Something.
At this moment, Ziliang noticed that the fat man who was pulling him suddenly stopped.
He looked at the fat man with some confusion, but saw that he was looking at the door with a strange, slightly terrifying look.
Ziliang also turned to look.
I saw that the office door had been quietly pushed open a crack at some point, and at this moment, a pair of terrifying eyes were looking at them secretly through the crack.
At that moment Ziliang was ready to jump off the building and escape.
But this is the first floor, and the anti-theft windows are welded firmly to the windows, making it impossible for ordinary people to get out.
The fat man took a few steps back, swallowed his saliva and stared at the door.
When this happened, they should have turned around and ran away, but now they were stuck in the office with no way out.
Fortunately, the pair of eyes outside had no intention of coming in. Within two seconds, the pair of terrifying eyes disappeared from the door. The two people in the office paused for several seconds before they dared to move there twice.
Ziliang held the mobile phone in his hand tightly: "Brother Fatty, is that thing gone?"
The fat man nodded nervously: "Let's go."
While he was talking, he did not forget to look down at the game screen. He saw nothing changed on the screen. The game did not mention these terrifying eyes.
It's really strange, the game has given warnings the past few times when ghosts appeared.
Ziliang approached the fat man and said, "Brother Fatty, look at our game screens so far, except for my own character and ghosts, no other characters have appeared."
No matter how many classmates I passed by, there were always only a few of them on the screen.
Ziliang was still analyzing logically: "Since we and ghosts have only appeared in the game so far, and the thing that peeped at us just now did not appear in the game, does this mean that he is not a ghost?"
The fat man clapped his hands: "What you said makes sense. Since only us and ghosts appear on the game screen, if we round up, are we also ghosts?"
Ziliang looked at the fat man silently: "Why do I always feel as if you are mocking me when I hear your tone?"
The fat man raised his chest slightly: "That's not what I meant!"
After straightening his chest, the fat man shrank his head and looked in the direction of the door. At this time, a gust of wind blew from outside the window, making the crack in the door slightly wider.
There seems to be nothing left outside.
Seeing this, Talent Dog opened the door furtively, and then slipped into the corridor. The door-opening murder that often appears in supernatural novels did not appear, and the two of them were still very safe for the time being.
Ziliang even stretched his neck and looked around, as if he wanted to see where the thing staring at him had gone.
The fat man patted him and said, "Don't look blindly. Class 8 should be on the top of the building or one floor below. We still have to climb up."
Climbing stairs on a hot day is not a good experience, but the two of them still had to climb up desperately.
At this time, in the art gallery, Wu Liubu Fufeng discovered another [strange painting]