At 4:08, Hesta left the office building where Valenti was located and walked along a corridor on the third floor toward the course selection classroom.
She felt that someone had been following her, someone who had been following her from afar since she left Valenti's office. Through the glass windows at several corners, she caught a glimpse of the man's shadow.
a man.
She glanced at the surrounding furnishings. There was a manual fire alarm about a dozen steps away, which happened to be the surveillance area.
Hesta strode into a run. She quickly shattered the glass of the shell and pressed the red button. A few seconds later, a sharp alarm sounded throughout the building, the originally bright white lights in the corridor were instantly extinguished, and red flashing arrows appeared on the ground and walls, pointing to the nearest escape exit.
It started to rain in the corridor. It was the automatic fire extinguishing devices in the building that were triggered along with the fire alarm.
"Good guy...what have you done?"
As a series of rapid footsteps approached, Hesta heard a male voice. The voice was slightly green and confused, and she turned around - the person who had been following her had indeed appeared.
He was wearing a large black sweatshirt, with his hands in his waist pockets, and half of his face was hidden under the black hood, only showing the outline of his cheeks, "Why are you—"
"do not move!"
All the muscles in Hesta's body were tense. She clenched her hands into fists and bowed slightly. Her eyes were filled with hatred and vigilance, like a young she-wolf, assuming a defensive posture.
When the man heard this, he actually stopped. He slowly raised his hands above his head and took a step or two back.
Amid the flashing warning lights, he slowly pushed his hat back. The light rain from the fire extinguisher reflected the chaotic red light, and also gave his pure white short hair a neon-like luster.
The man looked to be a small boy, maybe fourteen or fifteen years old, maybe younger. His hair should be bleached and dyed, because the roots of the hair show a completely different dark black color from the ends of the hair. Under his light eyebrows, there is a pair of golden eyes. Even on this occasion, he still looks a little lazy. .
"Oh, I understand..." he smiled, "because you found me, so you pressed the alarm."
After confirming that the camera had captured the person's face, Hesta quietly adjusted her center of gravity - as long as the other person made the slightest movement, she would immediately turn around and run away.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend," the young man still kept raising his hands, "I have read your information and know that you just came here yesterday and live upstairs in No. 403... I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. I happened to be there in the afternoon. I passed by Miss Viking's office and saw you——"
"Who are you?" Hesta interrupted him mercilessly.
"Me?" The boy's voice seemed a little thin amid the harsh sirens, "My name is Sean Gringoire."
"Why are you following me?"
The young man laughed. He lowered his hands and clasped them behind his head, "How should I put it, Miss Hesta... maybe it's because I thought you were very familiar the first time I saw you."
Hesta frowned slightly.
Sean looked at her: "You didn't fill in the questionnaire that Miss Viking gave you truthfully?"
Hesta didn't answer, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but sink slightly.
Sean saw the answer.
He smiled and continued: "It's nothing, I don't have it either, and I've never had it before. But since last year, I've discovered that they have added a polygraph section to the scale... Of course, I've figured out which ones The questions will be used for polygraph testing. If you want to know, I can share them with you——"
"No," Hesta's voice was low and cold, "Please leave."
"Okay." Sean took two steps back, preparing to leave. Just when Hestad felt relieved, he saw him stop and look behind Hestad.
"...Karl?"
Following Sean's soft call, a tall man slowly walked out of the shadows behind Hesta.
For a moment, Hesta's heart almost stopped. The moment their eyes met, she felt an almost crushing power difference - she never felt that there was anyone around her.
The man's height almost touched the ceiling of the corridor. Even in a relaxed state, the man's arms hanging by his sides were still strong. Hesta could even clearly see several vertical and horizontal bulges on his forearms. veins.
The man's eyes only stayed on Hesta briefly, and then he walked straight towards Sean.
In this brief passing, Hesta felt an extremely heavy pressure again. She tried her best to barely support her knees and prevent her whole body from falling down.
"Are you following me again?" Sean asked.
"Let me see if you are asking for trouble again." The man stretched out his hand, took Sean's back collar and lifted him up from the ground, "Sean, let's go back?"
Although the tone was consulting, the man obviously gave Sean no other choice. Sean danced and fluttered in the air, and could only let him slowly disappear at the end of the corridor.
As a result, Hesta was the only one left in the long corridor.
Soon, several faculty and staff rushed here, carrying fire blankets and wearing goggles. Liz spotted Hesta standing against the wall almost immediately, "Jane!"
Hesta looked up, her face almost colorless.
Liz hurriedly stepped forward and held her hand, feeling cold. Hesta's whole body seemed to be trembling slightly, as if she was frightened.
Several other people saw the alarm shell shattered on the ground, "Did you trigger the fire alarm?"
"Yeah." Hesta whispered.
Several people became nervous: "Where is the fire point?"
"There is no fire..." Hesta replied, "I found someone following me, so... the alarm was triggered..."
Everyone looked at each other and relaxed a little - it seemed that the fire danger could be temporarily lifted.
Liz covered Hesta's body with the fire blanket, "Are you okay? Can you leave?"
Hesta was still chattering, but she shook her head, "...it's okay."
"Don't be afraid, don't worry..." Liz held onto Hesta's shoulders, "Have you seen who it is?"
Hesta's throat moved slightly, and she couldn't help but shudder again as she recalled the scene where the second person walked out of the shadows just now.
"He said his name was Sean Gringoire."
Liz's expression suddenly became complicated.
Of course she knew Sean. Although she didn't usually interact with this person very much, his strong narcissism and self-beautification tendencies made him like a walking narcissus. Regardless of whether it was necessary or not, he always found all kinds of lies at his fingertips. , has always been a headache for Miss Viking, and Liz has heard about it for a long time.
"Come on, let's get out of here first," Liz said softly. She looked at Hesta's clothes that were soaked by the fire extinguishing device. "Let me change your clothes first. Be careful of catching a cold."
