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Ziliang didn't know how this fat man stared at his phone motionlessly for nearly twenty minutes.

For a few minutes in the middle, he even suspected that the fat man was possessed by a ghost, but fortunately, the fat man's eyes blinked from time to time, which made Ziliang give up the idea of ​​going forward to wake him up.

Every time Ziliang was about to ask something, the fat man waved his hand at him and told him not to speak much.

Ziliang had been frustrated for twenty minutes before the fat man pulled his eyes off the screen of his phone. It was almost three o'clock now.

Seeing the fat man moving his eyes away, Zi Liangcai said carefully: "Brother Fat, can we see what is under the box now?"

Hearing this, the fat man stared at the screen for a few seconds before nodding: "Be careful."

So Ziliang clicked on the [Yes] on his screen very carefully. He actually didn't quite understand the difference between "clicking the screen carefully" and "clicking the screen recklessly".

Could it be possible to accidentally poke the screen?

Ziliang was still thinking, and the fat man next to him suddenly said, "If a box or something like that appears in the future, don't rush to open it."

Ziliang nodded in a vague way.

Ten minutes passed by not very slowly. After Ziliang waited for a while, the villain on the screen had finished exploring the list under the box.

【A shabby list】

[This list of points is very worn, as if after years of destruction, the words on the cover are almost impossible to see clearly, and you can still see the two numbers "one" and "eight"]

Ziliang stared at his screen hard, almost trying to bury his head into the screen of his mobile phone.

But even if you read it hard, you can't see clearly what is written on the small broken book on the screen. There is no way, he can only watch the introduction on the screen honestly.

【Open the list, the handwriting inside seems to have been infected by water, and it is almost impossible to see clearly】

[Only the class log written by the on-duty squad leader can barely see clearly]

【January 18: Another missing today, why did things turn out like this?】

【February 27: No more missing!】

[April 4: Chu Hang seems to know something, I should go to him for a question!]

The words on the screen ended here abruptly. Ziliang looked at the fat man next to him with guilt: "Brother Fat seems to be talking about the mysterious disappearance of a class..."

Moreover, the class log specifically mentioned the name of the person "Chu Hang".

The fat man nodded: "Since this person has been named separately, we should start from this person."

"Since this is the list of many years," Ziliang paused, "then Chu Hang should have graduated long ago, and he should be in the third year of high school if he is not good."

The fat man glanced at the time of the clock on the wall: "Don't worry, since this item specifically mentioned Chu Hang, he must have left some clues in this school. Didn't the notebook say that two numbers one and eight can be seen?"

Wen Yanziliang looked down at the screen of the mobile phone: "Is there these two numbers? What is it combined... Class 18, Grade 1?"

"It's impossible to be Class 81 of High School." The fat man thought for a while, "or classes like Class 18 of High School, Class 128 of High School, etc., but I think there may be no Class 28 of High School in the first year of high school here."

The fat man said as he looked towards the door of the office: "In short, let's find the first class of high school to take a look first, and maybe we can find something."

He said as he pulled Ziliang to walk towards the door.

At this time, Ziliang had already put the roster into the villain's backpack.

Although the office in the game has this roster, this thing does not exist in reality. Not to mention the roster, there is not a single piece of paper, and the cabinet is covered with a thin layer of dust. It seems that there has been a while since I let go of something here.

And at this moment, Ziliang noticed that the fat man who was pulling him suddenly stopped.

He looked at the fat man with some confusion, but saw that he was looking at the door with a strange, slightly terrifying look.

Ziliang also turned his head to look.

I saw that the office door was quietly pushed open for a crack at some point. At this moment, a pair of terrifying eyes were secretly looking at them through the crack.

At that moment, Ziliang was ready to jump off the building and escape.

But this is the first floor, and the anti-theft windows are welded firmly on the windows, so it is impossible for ordinary people to get out.

The fat man took several steps back and stared at the eyes outside the door with his mouth and saliva.

This situation occurred, and they should have turned around and ran away, but at this time they were blocked in the office and had no way out.

Fortunately, the eyes outside didn't mean to come in. In just two seconds, these terrifying eyes disappeared at the door. The two people in the office paused for several seconds before they dared to move to the other side.

Ziliang held the cell phone in his hand tightly: "Brother Fatty, is that thing gone?"

The fat man nodded nervously: "Let's go."

While talking, he did not forget to look down at the game screen, but saw that there was no change in the screen, and the game did not mention these terrifying eyes.

It's really strange. The game will have warnings when there were ghosts in the past few times.

Ziliang approached the fat man and said, "Brother Fat man, you see that there are no other characters in our game screen except for their own characters and ghosts."

No matter how many classmates passed by, there were only a few characters on the screen.

Ziliang was still analyzing: "Since only us and ghosts have appeared in the game so far, and the thing that peeped at us just now did not appear in the game, does this mean that he is not a ghost?"

The fat man clapped his hands: "What you said makes sense. Since only us and ghosts have appeared on the screen of this game, if we round them up, are we also ghosts?"

Ziliang looked at the fat man silently: "Why do you always feel like you are mocking me when you hear your tone?"

The fat man raised his chest slightly: "There is no such intention!"

After thrusting his chest, the fat man shrank his head and looked towards the door. At this time, a gust of wind blew out of the window, blowing the slit at the door slightly wider.

There seems to be nothing outside.

Seeing this, the talented dog opened the door sneakily and then slipped into the corridor. The door-opening killing that often appears in supernatural novels did not appear, and the two of them are still very safe for the time being.

Ziliang even stretched his neck and looked around, as if he wanted to see where the thing he was staring at him had just gone.

The fat man photographed him: "Stop looking at it. Class 8 should be on the roof or the next floor of the roof. We have to climb up."

Climbing stairs on hot days is not a good experience, but the two still have to climb up desperately.

At this time, in the art museum, the weak willow does not help the wind find another [strange painting]