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

But the weak willow doesn't help the wind just to see, only by looking at it can the stone in my heart fall to the ground, and I always feel that something is missing if I don't look at it.

She thought as she slowly approached the slightly open door, then leaned over.

There seems to be nothing in there.

At least from the open slit, there was nothing in it.

The contents of this office seem to have been emptied long ago, leaving only a broken table with rubbed skin, and the sunlight shines in, and you can vaguely see that there seems to be a thick layer of dust on the desk.

"Is no one in there?" The weak willow did not support the wind, and hugged the painting in his hand tightly.

Although she was very nervous, she still did not throw away the paintings in her hand, although it was very inconvenient for her to move with them.

The thick dust on the ground was raised a little because of the sudden opening of the door, and the weak willow couldn't help but cover his mouth and sneeze.

After sneezing, she immediately looked around cautiously, and only relieved herself when she saw that there was no movement next to her.

Weak Liu withdrew his gaze and said to himself: "It seems that Little Brother Chu should not be on this floor, I'd better go downstairs and look for him." ”

Of course, it is also possible that he was killed by a ghost silently.

However, Weak Liu was more inclined to the former, because if Chu Changge was killed by a ghost, there would be no one to arrange her.

She squirmed slightly as she thought.

Immediately after, Weak Willow suddenly remembered something.

I was in a hurry to find a painting just now.,I didn't pay much attention to my phone.,It's been a long time since I've seen the game screen.。

Maybe there's something new in the game? Maybe it has something to do with Chu Changge's disappearance?

As she thought, she struggled to pull out her phone with one free hand.

The mobile phone is in the pocket of the jacket, and it is not difficult to hold, but in two seconds, the weak willow can see the game screen on the screen of his mobile phone.

I saw that only the character representing her in the corridor stood alone in the hallway, and in front of her was the open office door.

The door to this office is also opened in the game.

But some things are different......

Weak Liu Bufufeng frowned and looked at the ground at the door in the game screen, only to see that in this pixel game, the office was not empty.

It's that there is something as soon as you enter the door.

[A giant trap]

This thing is right at the door.,It's huge.,It's like it can hold half a person together.,If you accidentally stepped on it because you didn't look at the game screen just now, you'll have to be crippled.。

"Fortunately, I didn't lift my leg just now and went in," Weak Liu Bufu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "This trap is too pitiful, you have to look at your phone when you walk, what if there is an invisible trap along the way." ”

She breathed a sigh of relief as she took a slight step back.

But after taking a step back, she suddenly realized that something was not quite right.

The feeling that something was wrong didn't come from the trap in front of me, but from behind me.

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

But before she could fully turn around, her throat tightened......

At this time, the fat man and Ziliang had already found the eighth class of high school.

At this time, Ziliang was sitting on the high stool in front of the podium boredly, and for some reason, the fat man became distracted after entering this classroom.

I kept staring at the screen of my phone without blinking, as if I could see a flower coming from my phone.

He stared at it for a few minutes, and Ziliang noticed that he didn't remove the realization from his phone screen until four o'clock.

"I said fat brother, you always stare at the phone screen without blinking, it's scary!" Ziliang swallowed his saliva.

The fat man retorted: "You know, I'm staring at the screen because there's something wrong." ”

Hearing this, Ziliang couldn't help but remember that the fat man and the doctor had whispered when they were separated, and he asked with some curiosity: "Did the chainsaw doctor tell you something?" ”

The fat man glanced at him: "Your nickname is quite fresh and refined, okay fat brother, I won't talk nonsense with you, the eighth class of high school has arrived, let's first find something related to Chu Hang, and look through the seat list and the like to see if we can find this person." ”

It's a pity.

The two did not find such a person as Chu Hang.

The seating list of the eighth class of high school was so clearly pasted on the podium, and the fat man and Ziliang carefully searched for it many times from beginning to end.

Don't say it's Chu Hang.

There is not a single surname Chu!

The [Wang Fatzi] and [Liang'er] in the game didn't react, just mechanically followed the two of them.

The fat man didn't believe in evil, and looked at the textbooks on everyone's desks, the names on the benches, and the graffiti drawn with correction pens in the hole on the table inside and out, but he still didn't find any trace of Chu Hang.

The desks and stools in the freshman classroom seem to have been replaced, brand new, and there are not many traces of graffiti.

"What's going on?" Ziliang was dumbfounded.

At this time, the fat man next to him suddenly spoke, his expression was a little strange: "Then again, the roll call list we found in the office just now was from many years ago, right?" ”

Ziliang nodded.

The fat man turned his head and looked at the senior high school teaching building facing the window: "Chu Hang was in the first year of high school many years ago, so shouldn't he be in the third year of high school now!" ”

Ziliang also came to his senses: "It's not just the third year of high school, it's almost about to graduate!" ”

But it's better to look for it in the classroom of the third year of high school than here, because Chu Hang may not have been graduating from the third year of high school for a long time.

Coming to their senses, the two hurried down the stairs to the opposite school building.

"Speaking of which, fat brother," Ziliang said as he gasped on the road, "Let's really not go to the sophomore classroom to take a look?" ”

The fat man patted him: "Look at a fart, let's watch the senior first." ”

There is really something in the eighth class of the third year of high school!

In this classroom, the fat man still didn't find anything about Chu Hang from the seating list, but he repeated his old trick and searched all the graffiti on all the stools and tables, and finally found Chu Hang's name.

The fat man found his name on the table of a desk, and there was a class group number next to it, as if there was no paper when he wrote down the group number, so he hastily drew it on the table.

Ziliang took a look and found that the group number was "92307694"

Not paying much attention to the group number, he then looked at the other handwriting 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 after this classmate wrote the text, he was used to adding the word "Chu Hang" below.

It feels like it's a bit narcissistic......

The fat man didn't care if he was narcissistic or not, but then looked at the words belonging to Chu Hang on the table.