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"classmate?"

I was taken aback and asked quickly: "Which classmate is it?"

"I asked him his name and he didn't say anything. He just said he was classmate Xiaohui and came to see him. He brought gifts and this cartoon."

"Xiao Hui used to be quite playful, but he got better after watching this cartoon. Thanks to that kid, but unfortunately I don't even know who he is, and I couldn't find anyone to thank him for."

"Male and female, what do they look like?"

Aunt Miao thought for a while: "Men, just remember to be polite and wear glasses."

"Since Xiaohui's accident, very few people have come to see him. Apart from you, he is the only one. There are still good people in this world."

I frowned.

He looks gentle and wears glasses. Could it be Gao Wenyuan?

After leaving the hospital, I immediately went to the canteen opposite Park Road Primary School.

A strange murder occurred in the school, and the street became even more deserted, and there was no one around in broad daylight.

I used the key Aunt Miao gave me to open the shabby rolling shutter door of the canteen.

Everything on the shelves is still the same.

After taking a look, I opened the curtain and entered the cubicle.

The air was filled with an unpleasant smell, and the small house was still in disarray.

Miao Xiaohui's bed was littered with some broken toys and a small yellowed pillow.

There is a hole in the wall.

That's where the chains were originally fixed.

I found a plastic bag, put everything Aunt Miao said in it, and then turned on the DVD player and TV.

The animation of Little Red Riding Hood appeared on the TV screen. I looked at it twice and felt very uncomfortable. I immediately turned it off and took out the CD.

There are words on the disc.

A faint red marker marked with the number 04.

I squinted my eyes.

Do numbers have special meaning?

Episode 4?

But when I watched Miao Xiaohui before, I observed that the entire cartoon is complete from beginning to end, and there are no other episodes.

Or does this number mean that it represents this type of animation, and there are more?

This is a series, and Little Red Riding Hood is only the fourth in it?

hiss--

I took a breath.

Who would make such a dark and terrifying animation?

I found a piece of soft fabric, wrapped the disc and took it away with me.

After that, I contacted the police station, hoping to visit Miao Xiaohui.

But Miao Xiaohui was under observation and diagnosis, which related to whether he should bear criminal responsibility for human life, which was not possible these days.

They'll let me know once it's available.

Putting Miao Xiaohui's things into the drawer, I took the CD, thought for a while, and opened my old desktop computer from a few years ago.

The CD-ROM drive popped up and I put the CD in.

After a simple operation, a gloomy and depressing picture appeared in the player.

With the background music turned down, I stayed away from the screen, hugged Wangcai, and started watching this weird animation.

The total length of the cartoon is just over ten minutes.

But I couldn't hold on to even half of it. The picture, music, and overall atmosphere made people very uncomfortable.

The more I watched, the angrier I became.

In addition, during the entire viewing process, Wangcai kept yelling at the screen, his hair exploded, and his expression was very fierce.

It was as if I had seen something extremely terrifying, with teeth and claws splaying out, and I couldn't hold it down. I was almost scratched by him.

The wealthy children even hid far away.

Neither humans nor cats could hold on.

When the animation was turned off, Wangcai and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I put the CD into a paper bag and put it in the drawer, never wanting to look at it again.

I rubbed my swollen temples and lit a cigarette, feeling hesitant.

The live broadcast has ended, is it necessary to pursue these matters?

I plan to meet Gao Wenyuan before making a decision.

Take a night's rest.

The next day, I called the training center to confirm that Gao Wenyuan was working normally and set off immediately.

The reason why I did not contact Gao Wenyuan directly was because I was worried that he would not want to see me.

If it were me, after such a nightmare experience, I would never want to see anyone from that time again.

Polaris Art Training School.

It is an old commercial building located in the city center. It is neither big nor small in scale. It is positioned as a civilian building and is ordinary in all aspects.

Today is not a weekend and there are not many students.

I came very early, the first class hadn't started yet, and the teachers were still in the office making preparations.

"Teacher Gao."

I knocked on the door of the office.

Some people raised their heads and saw that they were not the ones looking for them, so they continued busy with the matter at hand indifferently.

A few seconds later, a figure finally slowly stood up in the corner of the office.

He wears a clean white shirt, is polite, and wears a pair of glasses.

He seems gentle and polite, and is a trustworthy teacher.

"Teacher Gao, I'm here to sign up officially." I smiled at him.

But the teacher didn't show much joy on his face and nodded politely to me.

"Wait a moment, I'll be here soon."

He cleared the table, walked out of the office, and took me to the registration office.

Pay the money, register, and complete the formalities.

I became a student in Gao Wenyuan's art class.

"Classes start every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. The specific class time is 10:30 in the morning, and each session lasts for one and a half hours."

Gao Wenyuan handed me the class schedule.

"I thought you would find a new job and start over." I stuffed it into my backpack without even looking at it.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go and get busy first." Gao Wenyuan obviously didn't want to talk about school matters anymore.

"It's Thursday, you don't have to go to class, and I see you're not busy. How about we go out for a cup of tea?" I smiled.

"I have other things to do, I'm afraid I don't have time." Gao Wenyuan shook his head.

"Don't be too busy refusing. I want to show you something special."

"What?"

"A cartoon."

Gao Wenyuan looked at me quietly, with no expression on his face.

"Although I am an art teacher, I have no interest in children's animation."

This reaction was what I expected.

"This is not an ordinary animation. I saw it at Miao Xiaohui's home. His mother said it was given to them by a classmate who wears glasses."

"You do good deeds without leaving your name. I'm very curious about who this classmate is."

I'm still smiling.

"What a coincidence. Teacher Gao, you also wear glasses. Could this classmate be you?"

Gao Wenyuan's eyes trembled slightly, but he still said in a cold tone: "I don't care about this. If there is nothing else, I really have to go and get busy. Goodbye."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the office.

"That's a pity. Originally, I planned to give this classmate a special gift that can summon spirits to express my gratitude."

I shook my head sadly.

"What did you say?" Gao Wenyuan paused, stopped and turned around.

"If you're interested, let's have a cup of tea together?" I shrugged my shoulders and made an inviting gesture.