Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 403 Classroom

  The two of them stood side by side and made an invitation gesture.

  "Are we going to hold their hands?" Qin Yin asked quietly in Dao Chang's ear.

   "It seems...yes," the Taoist leader took a few steps forward and pulled Zhao Baihuan, who was desperate, up, "We will go back, you will wait."

   "Where are you going? Don't you take me?"

   "Yes, Dao Chang, don't you take him?" Qin Yin asked.

  Dao Master didn’t explain, he grabbed Xiao Wansheng’s hand before Zhao Baihuan could react.

   Xiaolan was walking towards Daochang, and everything around him changed without even seeing this scene.

As if the beams of hundreds of searchlights pierced at her at the same time, Xiaolan suddenly lit up with a dazzling white light. She fell into a short-term optical blindness. She covered her eyes and adjusted for a while, and her companions chatted and talked. In her ears.

   "My God, this has changed!"

   "I'm going to be blind..."

   "I thought we had to form a circle or something, it turned out that we just came in as soon as we touched it."

   "Hey, why is it useless if Zhao Baihuan also touched Xiao Wansheng's leg? Right, brother Baihuan?"

   "Zhao Baihuan?"

   "Zhao Baihuan is not here anymore." The Taoist chief's low voice sounded behind him.

   Xiaolan covered her eyes and turned her head.

   Taoist chief seemed to snorted slightly, "Put your hands down, the light here is normal, just now we have become accustomed to the dark environment and are not used to the sudden sunlight."

  Xiaolan slowly put down her hands and opened her eyes little by little.

  Except for Zhao Baihuan, the other companions are there.

  Everyone looked around, checking the surroundings.

  The place where they are, seems to be a classroom.

This room is probably smaller than an ordinary classroom. At the front of the room is a white board with some traces of ink. There are several pots of gratifying green plants on both sides. There is a series of small tables and chairs in the center of the room facing the row of white boards. In a semicircle, the back of the room is a locker painted beige, the door of which is closed tightly, like the door of this room.

  Everything in the classroom is simple, clean, but warm.

  Luo Jiutian swept his gaze and glanced at the table beside him.

  "This table is for Wansheng!" He looked at the famous post in the lower right corner of the table and shouted, "There is something in the drawer, it should be for Wansheng."

   Baomu, who slipped to the door, also turned his head and said, "The door is locked and cannot be opened from the inside."

"The time here is... five o'clock in the morning?" Jasmine said, pointing to the alarm clock hanging on the wall behind the whiteboard, "No wonder there is no one now, but this watch is still running, indicating that the time here hasn't stopped. "

   "This also means..." The Taoist head walked to Wan Sheng's table, "It won't be long before someone will come over."

  Although they did not sneak in this time and did not intend to do anything bad, if they were discovered by the school, it would be really difficult to explain.

  "What are we doing? Waiting for someone to come here?" The fool stayed motionless, looking a little reluctant to touch things in the classroom.

"Wait for someone to call the police and take us away?" Qin Yin teased as he started to pry open the locker door, "Hurry up and find clues. If it doesn't work, you have to find a way to sneak out...or you can hide it. Row."

Xiaolan and Taoist leaders got together at Wansheng’s table. Luo Jiutian put his palms together and chanted a few rebirth mantras, then stretched out his hand in Wansheng’s drawer, and when he retracted, he brought out a few thick stacks. Blank paper.

   "It's a painting." Xiaolan touched one of them and turned it over.

   "This is the same." Luo Jiutian shook the one in his own hand.

  I have read all the books.

   are all paintings.

  Various lines and colors.

  But the content of the painting is exactly the same.

   "He painted Zhao Baihuan and Zhao Qianle." Luo Jiutian closed the last book and raised his eyes, slightly surprised.

Dao long sighed, looked back at Qin Yin and Qiao Nian who were still wondering how to pry open the locker, turned their heads back and said, "Is there anything else in Wansheng's drawer?"

   Xiaolan squatted down, almost stuffing his head into the drawer.

   "No, it's empty," she struggled to turn her head in the drawer, "there is nothing on the walls of the drawer."

   "The key to the locker...should be in a place where all the students in the class can reach." The Taoist said, and he strode towards the bookshelf nailed to the wall behind the door.

   "Xiao Lan comes over to pry the door."

   "Huh? Can you pry the door here too?"

   "Found the key."

  Before Xiaolan stretched his sinful hands to the locker, the Taoist leader finally saw the hook with the key next to the bookshelf, and the lonely small key on the hook.

   "Click!"

  The key is inserted into the keyhole tightly, the road is twisted, and the cabinet door opens in response.

   "It's almost six o'clock," Qin Yin glanced at his watch and stomped anxiously, "Are they coming soon? Let's hurry up..."

  The locker is divided into five rows and five columns, a total of twenty-five compartments, and each compartment contains things.

   "Wan Sheng... Wan Sheng..." Jasmine muttered, and she stepped to check the contents of the compartment.

  Everyone checked together.

  "Fortunately, we are crowded," Qin Yin pinched the small wooden cube placed in the compartment in the lower right corner and looked at it, "What is this? Is it a thing of ten thousand lives?"

  "Uh, this should be camphor wood for deworming. The teacher put it here to prevent moths."

  Qin Yin threw the wooden block back all at once.

  The leader and the fool are the highest, so he is naturally responsible for the items on it. The leader picks up a very special pen and plays with it.

  The pen is slightly thicker than the ordinary carbon pen, and the surface of the pen barrel is flowing with the high-quality silver light that is unique to the matte texture. The Taoist fiddled with it a few times, and only heard a click, the pen tip revealed the metal nib with green ink.

  Da!

  The green nib was retracted.

  Da!

  The nib sticks out, but this time the ink hanging around the nib turns red.

  "A multi-colored ballpoint pen," Dao Chang tilted his head and looked at the picture book on Wansheng's desk. "There are several ballpoint pen drawings in Wansheng's paintings, which are also colored inks."

  Qin Yin didn't even look up, but waved his hand directly, "Take it away in his pocket."

   Indeed, when you don’t know how to use something, it’s the best way to carry it in your pocket.

   "Look at this," Jasmine who checked the middle position said suddenly, "Is this a hearing aid?"

  The compartment she was referring to was located in the center of the entire locker, and a pair of small ear-shaped objects lay quietly there.

  “But the hearing aids may also be someone else’s, aren’t there many deaf-mute children in Wansheng’s class?”

  "But if it is a child who really needs hearing aids, why would they leave the hearing aids in the lockers in the classroom?" Jasmine continued.

  Qin Yin held up his chin and thought for a few seconds, "Well, it makes sense, take it away in your pocket."

  Molly nodded, and reached out to grab the pair of hearing aids.

  The moment the hearing aid was separated from the board in the cubicle, there was a squeak, and the back door of the classroom was actually slowly opened.

  (End of this chapter)