global collapse

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

But the weak willow does not support the wind just wants to see it. Only by looking at it can the stone in my heart fall to the ground. If you don’t look at it, you always feel like something is missing.

She thought about it while slowly approaching the slightly opened door, and then turned around.

There seems to be nothing inside.

At least from this open gap, there is nothing inside.

The things in this office seemed to have been emptied long ago, leaving only a broken table with a rubbing skin. When the sun shone in, you could vaguely see that there seemed to be thick dust on the table.

"Isn't anyone inside?" Ruoxu Bufufeng 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 was raised a little because of the sudden opening of the door. Wu Liu Bufufeng couldn't help but cover his mouth and sneeze.

After sneezing, she immediately looked around carefully and felt relieved when she saw that there was no abnormal movement beside her.

Ruo Liu took his gaze 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 may also be killed silently by ghosts.

However, Wu Liu prefers the former because if Chu Changge is killed by a ghost, no one will arrange for her.

She twisted her steps slightly while thinking.

Immediately afterwards, Ruoxu suddenly remembered something.

I was in a hurry to find a painting just now, but I didn’t pay much attention to my phone. I haven’t seen the game screen for a long time.

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

While thinking, she struggled to free up a hand to take out her cell phone.

The phone is in the pocket of the shirt and is not difficult to hold. However, in two seconds, the light Liu Bu Fu Feng saw the game screen on his phone screen.

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

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

But some places are not very similar...

Ruoxu Bufufeng 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 trap】

This thing is right at the door, very huge, as if it can hold half of the person together. If you accidentally step on it because you didn't watch the game screen just now, you will be disabled even if you don't die.

"Luckily, I went in without raising my legs just now," Ruoxu Bufufeng breathed a sigh of relief. "This trap is too crap. You have to look at your phone when you walk. What if there is an invisible trap along the way."

She took a step back slightly while relaxing.

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

The feeling of something wrong does not come from the trap in front of you, but from behind you.

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

But before she could turn her head completely, her throat tightened...

At this time, Fatty and Ziliang had found Class 18 of Grade 1.

At this time, Ziliangzheng was sitting bored on the high stool in front of the podium. For some reason, the fat man entered this classroom and became distracted.

I stared at the phone screen without blinking, as if I could see a flower from my phone.

He stared at it for a few minutes, and Ziliang noticed that he did not move the realm away from the screen of the phone until four o'clock.

"I said to Fat Brother, you always stare at the phone screen without blinking. This is very scary!" Ziliang swallowed.

The fat man retorted: "What do you know? I stared at the screen because something was wrong."

Hearing Yan Ziliang, he couldn't help but remember that the fat man and the doctor had whispered when they parted. He asked curiously: "Is that chainsaw doctor telling you what did you?"

The fat man glanced at him: "Your nickname is quite fresh and refined. If you are good, Fat Brother, I won't talk nonsense with you. Class 18 of high school has arrived. Let's first look for things that have something to do with Chu Hang, and look through the seat list to see if you can find this person."

It's a pity.

The two of them did not find someone like Chu Hang.

The seating table of Class 18 of high school was clearly posted on the podium. Fatty and Ziliang carefully searched it from beginning to end.

Not to mention Chu Hang.

There is not a single surname Chu!

[Fatty Wang] and [Liang'er] in the game did not react much, but just followed them mechanically.

The fat man didn't believe in evil, and he looked at everyone's textbooks, names on the bench, and graffiti in the holes of the table, but he still found no traces of Chu Hang.

It seems that the tables and stools in the first year of high school classroom have been replaced, brand new, and there are not many traces of random carvings and patterns.

"What's the situation?" Ziliang was stunned.

At this time, the fat man next to him suddenly spoke, his expression a little strange: "At the time, the 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 high school teaching building facing the window: "Chu Hang was in the first year of high school many years ago, so should he go to the third year of high school now!"

Ziliang also woke up: "It's not just about going to senior high school, but about to graduate!"

But it is better to go to the classroom in the third year of high school to find it than to find it here, because Chu Hang may not have been able to graduate from the third year of high school.

After awakening, the two hurriedly went down the stairs and ran to the opposite teaching building.

"After that, Fat Brother," Ziliang said while gasping on the road, "We really don't go to the second-year high school classroom to take a look?"

The fat man patted him: "Look at it, let's talk about the senior high school first."

There is indeed something in Class 8, Senior High School!

In this classroom, the fat man still didn't find anything about Chu Hang from the seat list, but he used the same trick again and searched all the graffiti on the stool table, 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 recording the group number, so he drew it on the table.

Ziliang took a look.

He didn't care much about the group number, and then looked at the other handwriting on the table.

It can be seen that this table is a ancestral table, and I don’t know how many students have used it, so the handwriting on the table is also divided into handwriting by many people, but it is not difficult to find what Chu Hang wrote from it.

Because this classmate was used to adding the words "Chu Hang" below after writing the text.

It feels a bit narcissistic...

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