Chapter 555: An Increasingly Strange Mission (Part I)

These cabinets are clearly intended for students to change into sportswear during physical education lessons. Although it has been a few years www.biquge.info some cabinets, and some cabinets have even been covered with rust, each of them has a tight door, and it seems that they are still faithfully fulfilling their mission.

Slowly walking into the classroom, this classroom felt very strange to Zhao Yongqi. After a moment of careful observation, he realized that this classroom was not covered with all kinds of clutter like the classroom he had seen on the second floor before. Not only is the floor spotless, but also the desks and chairs are neatly arranged. Although the items are a little old, they are still clean, as if someone is always cleaning here.

As if confirming his thoughts, he slowly walked to the windowsill, stretched out his hand and gently slid over the edge of the windowsill, raised his finger in front of his eyes to observe, and Zhao Yongqi immediately found that even the windowsill was clean and tidy.

Walking back to the podium, I silently looked at the blackboard, and from the faint traces, it seemed that I could see that something had been written on it, but it had been wiped clean, and I couldn't tell what it was at the moment. Then he turned to the podium, where there was a whip and a small chalk box in the corner.

Reaching out to open the chalk box, Zhao Yongqi only felt a chill rising from his spine for a moment, making his hairs stand on end.

There seems to be a black velvet thread in the chalk box, but if you look closely, you can see that it is human hair, and it is more likely that it is someone's black hair! In the center of this black hair, there is a pen, blood red, as if it is a pencil soaked in blood.

After hesitating for a second, Zhao Yongqi reached out and took out the pencil that was only a small section, and found that there was no K mark on it. For a while, he couldn't tell whether this was something that was originally here, or a prop prepared by the program team.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yongqi put the pen in his chest pocket, closed the chalk box again, and put it back in its place.

Crouching down, taking a closer look under and around the lectern, and seeing that there was nothing else, he stood up and walked to the back of the classroom. Walking slowly past each row of desks and chairs, his eyes swept over every corner of these desks and chairs, but he didn't find anything.

Bang Dang!

Reaching out and pulling hard towards a metal cabinet door, the door was opened with a loud noise due to the lack of oil. There was nothing in the empty cabinet, but Zhao Yongqi didn't give up, and immediately stretched out to another ......

Five minutes later, at the position of the three metal cabinets on the right, when Zhao Yongqi opened a cabinet door, he found a notebook lying quietly inside.

The worn-out notebook seems to have a long age, the cover has long been in a semi-rotten state, and even the exposed inner pages seem to have a yellow luster after the baptism of time.

Carefully opening the cover that looked like it would rot with a blow, the first page full of handwriting appeared in front of his eyes.

……

March xx, 1991. Weather, fine.

The boy who transferred to the school was really handsome, smart, strong in sports, and had a good temper, and many girls in the class were secretly talking about him. It's just that I guess he didn't pay attention to me......

……

Zhao Yongqi barely made out the legible texts, and then gave up on the study of the lower parts, which had been completely blurred by the damp paper.

Turning the page, a new journal appeared.

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April xx, 1991. Weather, cloudy.

Today he actually spoke to me, and although it was only a simple greeting, he was still very happy. It would be nice if he could pay more attention to me.

I heard the captain say that he wants him to join the football team, and if he can be on the same team as him, maybe there will be more opportunities to talk. I wish he was on the team soon.

……

Turning the page again, Zhao Yongqi's expression changed, and he picked up the notebook and got closer to his eyes. Upon closer inspection, he found that dozens of pages appeared to have been torn off.

After turning through two more blank pages, a new journal appeared, only this time, only a few lines.

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June xx, 1991. Weather, rain.

……………… I want to die! I want to die! I want to die!

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Countless dots, like the marks that the owner of this notebook has poked with a fountain pen. And the "I want to die" in the back is even more shocking.

Zhao Yongqi, whose eyes were slightly condensed, continued to turn back, only to see a big word "death" written in a red pen on the next page. On the next dozen pages, each page has the word "death", but the color is getting thicker and the font is getting bigger.

Turning to the last page, a line of blood-red characters came into Zhao Yongqi's eyes: No matter how many years, no matter how much it costs, you will pay the price for everything you have done!

Seeing this, Zhao Yongqi was silent. Beside him, Xiao Tian, who had been pointing the camera at the notebook, was swallowing saliva with a pale face at the moment.

After staring at this line of blood for a minute or two, Zhao Yongqi closed the notebook, turned his head to Xiao Tian and said, "Brother Tian, do you think the owner of this notebook is a man or a woman?"

"A man or a woman?" Xiao Tian was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Does this matter? Well, if you want me to see it, it's a man, after all, it's a football team." I don't think I've heard of a school that has a girls' soccer team. ”

"Well, that makes sense. Zhao Yongqi nodded, and then said: "However, there are also possibilities for women." Aren't there beautiful female managers in the so-called football team and basketball team?"

"......" Xiao Tian looked at Zhao Yongqi speechlessly, and finally couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart, "Brother Xiao Qi, is there a relationship between men and women?"

"Brother Tian, this is Korea, although there is no K mark on this notebook, it is written in Chinese. Zhao Yongqi waved his notebook, "No Korean high school student can write a diary in Chinese, right? There are eight of us in total, and if its owner is a woman, then it's either a baby's, or a little whine. ”

After listening to this, Xiao Tian nodded in agreement. Indeed, if you can identify men and women, you can narrow down the scope of the notebook owner, which may be a very important clue to clear the fog.

Da Da Da ......

While the two were talking, suddenly there was a rush-sounding running sound from the hallway, not even like a person, as if it was being chased by many people.

Without waiting for Zhao Yongqi and Xiaotian to react, they heard a clang, as if someone had fallen to the ground, and those footsteps disappeared in the next second.

Zhao Yongqi didn't have time to greet Xiaotian, and rushed to the door of the classroom with one arrow step. But when he rushed to the corridor in just two or three seconds, he found that the straight corridor was empty!

ps: It's hot, write a horror album to cool everyone down ^.^ Don't be too afraid, every trick will be cracked in the end.