Chapter 249 Illiterate in tears


Chapter 249 Illiterate in tears

The sixth sense told her that Chu Changge should not be in this room.

But Wen Liubu 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 from the gap that opened, there was nothing inside.

Everything in this office seems to have been emptied out a long time ago, leaving only a broken table with scratches on it. When the sun shines in, you can vaguely see that there seems to be thick dust on the table.

"Is no one in there?" 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 rose up due to the sudden opening of the door. 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.

Xiao 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's also possible that he was killed silently by a ghost.

But Xiaoliu 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, so I didn’t pay much attention to my phone. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the game screen.

Perhaps there are some new clues in the game? Maybe it has something to do with Chu Changge’s disappearance?

As she thought, she struggled to free her hand to take out her phone.

The phone was in his jacket pocket, and it was not difficult to get it. However, within two seconds, he saw the game screen on his phone screen.

Only the character representing her was seen 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 as soon as you enter the door.

[A huge bear trap]

This thing is right at the door. It is so huge that it seems to be able to trap half a person. If you stepped on it accidentally because you didn't watch the game screen, you would be dead. Crippled.

“Fortunately, I went in without lifting my legs just now.” Xiao Liu Bu Fufeng breathed a sigh of relief, “This trap is too tricky. I have to look at my phone while walking. In case there is someone watching along the way. What to do about the missing trap?"

She took a step back slightly while breathing a sigh of relief.

But after taking a step back, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

The feeling that something was wrong did not come from the trap in front of him, but from behind him.

She squeezed the painting in her hand tightly, swallowed and slowly looked back.

But before she could turn around completely, her throat tightened suddenly...

At this time, Fatty and Ziliang had already found Class 8, Grade 18.

At this time, Zi Liang was sitting boredly on the high stool in front of the podium. For some reason, the fat man became distracted again after entering the classroom. He kept staring at the phone screen without blinking, as if he could see a flower from the phone.

As he stared at it for a few minutes, 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. However, 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 is here. Let's first look for something related to Chu Hang and look through the seating chart. See if we can find this person."

Sorry.

The two of them did not find Chu Hang.

The seating chart of 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 didn’t 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 didn’t find anything about Chu Hang. traces.

The tables and stools in the first-year high school classroom seem to have been replaced. They are brand new and there are not many traces of graffiti.

“What is this?” 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, so shouldn't it be time for him to enter the third year of high school now!"
< br>Zi Liang also came to his senses: "Not only are we in the third year of high school, we are 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 Chu Hang may be in the third year of high school. It didn't take long to graduate.

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 sophomore classroom and have a look?”

The fat man patted him: “ Look no further, let’s watch the senior class first before talking about it.”

There is indeed something in Class 8 of the senior class!

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.

Zi Liang took a look.

Not paying much attention to the group number, he 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 the handwriting 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 a bit narcissistic...

The fat man doesn't care whether he is narcissistic or not, but continues to look at the words on the table that belong to Chu Hang.

Thanks to Hairline Xianyang and Ling Xiaoye for the reward (づ ̄3 ̄)づ╭~

 

 

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