"As long as it's not a ghost, it can be anything." The fat man muttered softly.
While they were talking, five people had already walked in front of them, and they could feel that the other party was also wary of the three of them.
"Who are you?" Huaiyi asked.
"Don't be nervous, we are just like you." A middle-aged man with a beard said, "We all got off that bus."
When the bus was mentioned, the faces of the people accompanying it were obviously unnatural.
Jiang Cheng looked at the middle-aged people for a few times and asked, "I'm on the bus too, why haven't I seen you?"
"You sit in the front, we are in the back." Another man said, about 25 years old, his voice was relatively soft, and he looked very weak.
Jiang Cheng then asked a few more questions, and the other party was able to justify themselves, but on the issue of the old lady, differences arose.
"We haven't seen any old ladies." The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Cheng with strange eyes and said, "Our mission is the missing person notice broadcast on the radio."
"broadcast?"
"Yes." The middle-aged man said, "It was played on that bus. Why, you didn't hear it?"
"No."
There was actually a radio in the car, which Jiang Cheng didn't expect. It seemed that there were more secrets in the car than he thought.
After pondering for a moment, Jiang Cheng caught the loophole in the middle-aged man's words, "You said you saw us, but the old lady was right next to us and talking to us. Why didn't you see it?"
The middleman explained after hearing this: "We only saw the moment you got on the bus, and then you disappeared into the mist, and we didn't dare to go there."
"Did you hear anything in the car, except the radio?" Jiang Cheng looked at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man thought about it carefully and shook his head: "No more, the sound was only the broadcast, but we saw something."
After a pause, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at a woman behind him, "Miss Shen, you can tell me this."
A tall woman with light makeup on her face said: "I am sitting relatively far back, and there is a person sitting 4 rows directly behind me. That person is holding a black umbrella and blocking the way. His face was disfigured, but my gut told me it was a man."
"Behind me to the right, sitting in the window seat in the fifth row, was a woman wearing a floral dress with blond hair, like a doll."
"What happened after that?" Jiang Cheng asked, "After discovering these two people, did anything strange happen?"
The woman glanced at him and said coldly: "No."
Jiang Cheng was a little surprised.
After seeing Jiang Cheng's expression, the woman asked, "Are you a newcomer?"
After hearing this, a few seconds later, a trace of panic began to appear on Jiang Cheng's originally calm face. Although he tried his best to hide it, it could not escape everyone's eyes.
"Don't be nervous. An experienced person would not ask such a question." The woman said in a lecturing tone: "After discovering them, I chose to give up observation and maintain the status quo. It would be dangerous to alert them rashly."
"I'm not nervous." Jiang Cheng frowned and said stiffly.
Just as they were talking, a small door next to the school gate opened, and a woman walked out. She was about 40 years old, wearing a turtleneck sweater and glasses, and she was well-dressed.
After seeing Jiang Cheng and the others, the woman walked up quickly, her eyes scanning everyone one by one, as if checking the number of people, "Are you the newly transferred students?"
"Yes." someone answered.
It seems that this is their new identity.
The woman turned and said, "Come with me," and led them into the campus.
Although the school gate is dilapidated, the school's internal facilities are still very good, and the campus is also very large. They walked for about 15 minutes before being brought to the door of a classroom.
"You guys should follow a few classes first to get familiar with our school's teaching style. As for the procedures, I will take you through them later. The classes are important." The woman adjusted her glasses and said.
In order not to disturb the normal class, Jiang Cheng and the others sneaked in through the back door. This was a ladder classroom that could accommodate hundreds of people.
A very old professor, with his back hunched over, was writing and drawing on the blackboard in front of him.
There were not many students, and they were all concentrated in the last few rows. As for the first few rows closer to the podium, there were only a few students, hunched over their necks, looking at the blackboard, looking cute and cute.
The students at the back gathered together in twos and threes, all playing with their phones with their heads down.
"There are no seats." The fat man said reluctantly, "We can only sit in the front."
Just when everyone was about to move forward, Jiang Cheng reached out to stop them, then reached out and tapped a female teammate, indicating that she wanted her black handbag.
This is a woman in her 30s, with darker skin. She has been silent and has a very low sense of presence.
The woman first glanced at the middle-aged man, and after realizing that he had no objection, she handed the bag to Jiang Cheng. Everyone looked at him with strange eyes, not understanding what he was going to do.
After taking the bag, Jiang Cheng arranged his clothes while walking behind a boy. The boy was lowering his head and grinning at his crotch, not noticing anyone approaching.
Jiang Cheng picked up the bag and slapped the boy on the back of the head. He was so frightened that the phone almost fell to the ground.
The moment the boy turned around, Jiang Cheng tucked his bag under his arm, stared at him condescendingly, and asked in a cold voice, "What are you doing?"
It's not loud, but it's very powerful.
Before the boy could recover, Jiang Cheng turned his head and said to the fat man in a commanding tone: "Teacher Wang, write down his professional class. After today's meeting, I want to hear his instructor explain it to me."
"I got it, Director Jiang." The fat man reached into his pocket and seemed to be able to pull out a notebook, a pen or something.
The boy panicked for a moment and hurriedly explained: "Director, please don't...don't do this. Give me a chance. I am a student union cadre. If this is done, I will be promoted to minister next year."
"Go ahead and listen to the class!"
"Hey, hey, I got it, I got it, director." The boy nodded and bowed, grabbed his bag, and ran to the first row in a hurry.
As Jiang Cheng's gaze shifted, all the students sitting in the back turned pale, then they all stood up, and then went to the first row without uttering a word.
After the first row was full, everyone started to compete for seats in the second row.
The old professor who was lecturing heard a sound from behind, stopped his pen, turned around, looked at the students swarming over, and was stunned for a moment.
Then he took off his heavy reading glasses, opened the case tremblingly, took out the glasses cloth and wiped them again, then quickly put them back on.
After confirming that it was not an hallucination caused by his own eyesight, the corners of the old professor's eyes became moist.
