Her sixth sense told her that Chu Changge should not be in this room.
But Wei Liu Bu Fufeng just wants to take a look. Only by looking can the stone in his heart fall to the ground. If he doesn't look, he always feels like something is missing.
While she was thinking, she slowly approached the slightly opened door, and then leaned over.
There seems to be nothing inside.
At least it looked like there was nothing inside through the opened gap.
Everything in this office seemed to have been emptied out a long time ago, leaving only a broken and scratched table. When the sunlight came in, you could vaguely see that there seemed to be thick dust on the table.
"Is there no one inside?" Qiao Liu Bu Fufeng hugged the painting in his hand tightly.
Although she was very nervous, she still did not throw away the paintings in her hand, although holding these paintings made it very inconvenient for her to move.
The thick dust on the ground kicked up due to the sudden opening of the door, and Liu Bu Fufeng couldn't help but cover his mouth and sneeze.
After she sneezed, she immediately looked around cautiously, and was relieved when she saw that there was no movement around her.
Weak Liu looked back and said to himself: "It seems that Brother Chu is not on this floor anymore. I'd better go downstairs to find him."
Of course, it is also possible that he was killed silently by ghosts.
However, Wu Liu prefers the former, because if Chu Changge is killed by a ghost, no one will arrange it for her.
She twisted her steps slightly as she thought about it.
Immediately afterwards, Wei Liu suddenly remembered something.
I was in a hurry to find a painting and didn't pay much attention to my phone. It's been a long time since I've seen the game screen.
Maybe there are some new clues in the game? Maybe it has something to do with Chu Changge’s disappearance?
As she thought about it, she struggled to free her hand and take out her phone.
The phone was in his jacket pocket and it wasn't difficult to get, but within two seconds he saw the game screen on his phone screen.
I saw only the character representing her standing alone in the corridor, with the open office door in front of her.
The door to this office in the game is also opened.
But some places are different...
Weak Liu Bu Fufeng frowned and looked at the ground at the door in the game screen. He saw that in this pixel game, the office was not empty.
But there is something there as soon as you enter the door.
[A huge animal trap]
This thing is right at the door. It is so huge that it seems to be able to trap half of a person. If you had stepped on it accidentally because you didn't watch the game screen, you would have been crippled even if you didn't die.
"Fortunately, I went in without lifting my legs just now," weak Liu Bu Fufeng breathed a sigh of relief, "This trap is too tricky. I have to look at my phone while walking. What if there is an invisible trap along the way.
"
She took a step back slightly while breathing a sigh of relief.
But after taking a step back, she suddenly realized something was wrong.
This feeling of something wrong does not come from the trap in front of me, but from behind.
She squeezed the painting in her hand tightly, swallowed and slowly looked back.
But before she could turn around completely, her throat suddenly tightened...
At this time, Fatty and Ziliang had already found Class 18, Senior High School.
At this time, Zi Liang was sitting bored on the high stool in front of the podium. For some reason, the fat man became distracted again after entering the classroom.
I kept staring at the screen of my phone without blinking, as if I could see a flower through the phone.
He stared at it for several minutes, and Ziliang noticed that he didn't move away from the phone screen until four o'clock.
"I'm telling you, Fat Brother, you always stare at the screen of your phone without blinking. It's very scary!" Ziliang swallowed.
The fat man retorted: "What do you know? I stared at the screen because there was something fishy."
Hearing this, Ziliang couldn't help but remember the whispers between the fat man and the doctor when they parted. He asked curiously: "Did that chainsaw doctor say anything to you?"
The fat man glanced at him: "Your nickname is quite fresh and refined. Okay, fat brother, I won't bullshit you anymore. Class 18 of Senior High School has arrived. Let's first look for something related to Chu Hang and look through the seating chart.
See if we can find this person."
Unfortunately.
The two of them did not find a person like Chu Hang.
The seating chart for Class 8, Grade 18, was clearly posted on the podium. Fatty and Ziliang searched carefully from beginning to end many times.
Don't say it's Chu Hang.
There is no one named Chu!
[Fat Wang] and [Liang'er] in the game didn't react at all, they just followed them around mechanically.
The fat man did not believe in evil, so he looked through the textbooks on everyone's desks, the names on the benches, and the graffiti drawn with correction pens in the holes on the desks, but still found no trace of Chu Hang.
It seems that the tables and stools in the first-year high school classroom have been replaced. They are brand new and there are not many traces of graffiti.
"What is going on?" Ziliang was dumbfounded.
At this time, the fat man next to him suddenly spoke, with a strange look on his face: "By the way, the roll call list we just found in the office was from many years ago, right?"
Ziliang nodded.
The fat man turned his head and looked out the window at the senior high school teaching building facing him: "Many years ago, Chu Hang was in the first year of high school. Isn't it time for him to be in the third year of high school now?"
Ziliang also came to his senses: "I'm not just in the third year of high school, I'm about to graduate!"
But it is better to go to the classroom of the third year of high school than to find it here, because it may not have been long since Chu Hang graduated from the third year of high school.
After waking up, the two hurried down the stairs and ran to the teaching building opposite.
"Speaking of which, Fat Brother," Ziliang said while panting heavily on the road, "Why don't we go to the high school classroom to take a look?"
The fat man patted him and said, "What a bullshit. Let's take a look at the senior high school student first before talking about it."
There is indeed something in Class 8 of Grade 3!
In this classroom, Fatty still couldn't find anything about Chu Hang from the seating chart, but he repeated his old trick and searched through all the graffiti on the stools and tables, and finally found Chu Hang's name.
The fat man found his name on a desk, and there was a class group number next to it. It seemed that there was no paper when he was writing down the group number, so he drew it hastily on the table.
Ziliang took a look and found that the group number was "92307694"
He didn't pay much attention to the group number, and then looked at other writings on the table.
It can be seen that this table is an ancestral table, and I don’t know how many students have used it, so the handwriting on the table is also divided into handwritings of many people, but it is not difficult to find what Chu Hang wrote.
Because this classmate always used to add the words "Chu Hang" at the bottom after writing.
It feels like a bit narcissistic...
The fat man didn't care whether he was narcissistic or not, but continued to look at the words on the table that belonged to Chu Hang.