"It's... Electric batons? ”

Qingyang was stunned.

He'd seen it before, and it was the same style as the middle-aged man in the multimedia classroom.

"The electric baton number 02... It's really the one Wanqing took today. ”

Liu Qingshuang gently wiped the blood from the electric baton, and her eyes showed a painful look.

After a while, she handed it to Qingyang again: "You take it." Although according to the regulations, off-duty personnel cannot receive electric batons, but because Wanqing has not returned them, it is not a violation. ”

Qingyang was slightly stunned, not hypocritical, and took the electric baton.

He's a man, apparently more capable of playing the role of an electric baton.

However, since Ye Wanqing's electric baton appeared here, she should have really come in.

The situation became confusing in an instant.

Qingyang also looked around for clues.

A moment later, he found a small boxy thing in a pool of blood that was about to solidify.

The material looks a little familiar.

Wrap it in a paper towel and wipe it clean, revealing the whole picture of the small things.

It seems to be a badge for student council members!

And it reads impressively.

[Literature and Art Department]

"Qingshuang, come and see!" Qingyang hurriedly beckoned Liu Qingshuang over: "Look, is this a badge for student union members?" ”

Liu Qingshuang looked at it and said in surprise: "This is the badge of the members of the Literature and Art Department!" ”

I'm sure it's a badge, but at the same time I'm confused.

He remembered that there was such a rule.

[Be sure to wear your member badge with you at all times, and always check that you have your badge on you.]

If you find that your badge is missing, all rules will no longer apply, so you should consider it at your own discretion. ]

You can imagine the importance of badges.

But the other party was left behind.

What's going on here?

Flipping over the back, it reads [Ji Xiaoning]

It's the name of the owner.

"Ji Xiaoning?!" Liu Qingshuang exclaimed.

"What, you know?" Qingyang asked suspiciously.

"Acquaintance, but not familiarity." Liu Qingshuang was silent for a moment, and then said, "Because she is the deputy minister of the Ministry of Literature and Art. ”

"But the deputy minister's job is to either arrange for the town to guard the gathering point or guard the corridor. There will be no classroom shifts.

How could her badge appear here? ”

Rao is smart with her, and she also feels unbelievable at the moment.

Continuing to search, several blood-stained black suits were found.

There were also fragments of suits scattered on the ground.

Liu Qingshuang's frightened inspection found that they were all suits of members of the Literature and Art Department.

There is no Ye Wanqing.

Fortunately, there is no conclusive evidence of death, just missing, there is still hope.

But Qingyang looked at the suit on the ground and frowned.

Were these people eaten by weasels?

If this were the case, these suits should have been torn to shreds long ago.

But now it's like this, obviously, it's weird.

Could it be that the weasel will take off its clothes first and then eat it?

"Anyway, this Ji Xiaoning must have something to do with Ye Wanqing's disappearance." Qingyang groaned slightly, "After all, he is the deputy minister of the Ministry of Literature and Art, maybe their minister can know some news?" ”

Hearing this, Liu Qingshuang pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go, let's ask." ”

Qingyang glanced at the yellow squirrel corpse next to him twice, thinking of the rules.

[Please don't let the black dogs gnaw on their bodies.] If possible, throw the body down the window and someone will bury it. ]

With a sigh, he carefully moved the corpse.

The body parts of the dead weasel are stiff, but the fur is soft to the touch.

Qingyang easily threw them out of the window one by one.

It's a bit strange that Liu Qingshuang didn't help the whole time.

Instead, he turned his head away.

The meaning is a bit inexplicable.

After disposing of the body, the two left the classroom.

I just came to the corridor, but I was shocked.

A black dog appeared in the hallway at some point, licking the blood on the ground.

Sensing someone, he raised his head and looked at it.

A pair of hollow dark eyes looked extremely terrifying.

Qingyang subconsciously blocked in front of Liu Qingshuang.

The electric baton in his hand clenched suddenly.