Referring to the rules in the admission brochure, Gao Yi quickly deduced the position of the villain who was about to be strangled to death by big hands.
——The dormitory building of No. 3 Middle School!
Because it was the only place where there was a rule not to make any obvious noise, which corresponded to the "remain silent" in the notes.
"But who is that villain...who could it be?"
No matter who he is, just rush over first!
"Lao Luo!"
"ah?"
Gao Yi patted Lao Luo's confused cheek: "We are setting off, and Allen is still waiting for us to rescue him."
"Set off to……"
By the way, should I go to the men's dormitory first or the women's dormitory?
Forget it, let’s just let the flute make the sound anyway, and find out the ghost thing that’s listening first.
Because of the one-hour recovery, [Call of the Mountains]'s ability to completely liberate has been refreshed by him again.
The high flash thrown in the cafeteria before was taken from the [Adapter Backpack].
With the death-blocking ability of the "Jueyu Jacket" returning again, Gao Yi's course of action now is to take life and death lightly and do whatever he doesn't accept.
Time is life now, come as soon as possible.
Gao Yi took Lao Luo to run in the wind and snow: "Let me sort out the cause and effect for you first..."
…
Mr. Qian has been lying on the bed shivering for who knows how long.
In this kind of horrible weather, once you turn off the indoor heating, the cold is like a snake that penetrates all the way. It invades your pajamas and makes you feel slightly chilled, and you will shiver from the cold.
Without his cell phone, he had no way to ask for help.
The dark room was silent for a long time. Mr. Qian finally couldn't hold it any longer and straightened up and touched the bunk.
"*!"
He uttered a curse word, which was quite a bit like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water: "What the hell is going on!"
"If you want to mess with me, just come right here!"
His voice grew louder and louder.
"Leave me here."
Qian always roared in the direction of the door.
At this time, he was like a volcano that had been silent for a long time. The fear and fear of being frozen during this period completely transformed into anger, and finally broke out hysterically.
"What the hell do you want!"
boom!
He hammered the railing with his fist. Suddenly there was a loud noise in the silent dormitory building.
Snap.
There were faint sounds of footsteps outside the door.
"Is there anyone?" Mr. Qian stopped venting, suddenly feeling a sense of surprise about "surviving the disaster".
Could it be that the person on duty heard my voice and came over to check on the situation?
Then I can go home!
Mr. Qian quickly came to the door of the dormitory and looked around. He found that his dormitory was located in the center of the second floor. At this time, there was a figure walking slowly down the stairs on the left from the third floor.
"Teacher?" Mr. Qian exposed half of his head and called softly in a tentative tone.
Although most of the people walking around the school dormitory in the middle of the night are life teachers, there is no guarantee, so it is better to test it out first.
"..."
The figure seemed to hear the sound, and his footsteps visibly paused.
Suddenly, he walked quickly towards the place where the sound came from.
Pah, pah, pah.
The figure walked all the way. What's strange is that he didn't turn on the lights from beginning to end, only the soles of his shoes and the floor kept making crisp clicking sounds.
"old……"
Mr. Qian suddenly felt a little frightened.
Seeing this scene before him, he instinctively felt a bad premonition. He didn't dare to stay at the door at that moment, and immediately returned to the dormitory.
"That doesn't seem like a life teacher. I'd better hide first."
Because there are anti-theft windows outside the window, I can't climb out. So Mr. Qian had to look around, looking for a place to hide people inside the dormitory.
A dark toilet.
The angle formed by the storage cabinet and the end of the wall.
The dusty bottom of the bed.
Where to hide?
The footsteps getting closer and closer outside the door told him that he could no longer hesitate. Mr. Qian looked at the bottom of the bed, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately lay down and rolled in.
at the same time.
boom!
The half-open door of the dormitory was pushed open violently.
Mr. Qian covered his mouth and nose, not even daring to take a breath. In his field of vision, he saw a pair of feet wearing cotton slippers, standing in the direction of the door, slowly walking in.
Still silent.
His footsteps seemed to be his only sound.
"Well……"
At this moment, Mr. Qian heard a second voice, like some indistinct slurring, coming from above the cotton slippers.
This...is a mute?
Mr. Qian was suddenly startled.
No other reason, just because they are so similar. A scenario I used to tease the other three people.
If you were asked to stay in an empty dormitory for one night, and there was a mute life teacher outside who kept walking back and forth, would you be willing?
The answer is of course not.
Because Gao Yi sneered and said, after all, there is a prerequisite for giving you a certain amount of money when others ask questions. If you don't give me this dime, then you will be an idiot.
What if I pay 10,000? Mr. Qian asked.
Gao Yi stretched out his hand expressionlessly: Give the money first.
Pooh.
Mr. Qian quickly came to his senses and stared at the cotton slippers in the center of the dormitory without blinking. I kept praying in my heart that he would leave quickly.
Snap, snap.
The cotton slippers approached the corner between the cabinet and the wall.
He... is looking for himself!
Mr. Qian was startled, and his body could not control itself, trembling like chaff.
The mute who appeared in a deserted dormitory in the middle of the night! Who is he? What on earth does he want to do!
Who can help me...
Buzz——
"Hello? Hello? Hey, hey."
Suddenly, a somewhat distant sound of a sound check echoed out of nowhere.
Mr. Qian was stunned.
then:
"Class 19, Grade 1 ~ Class 19, Grade 1 ~ Classmate Allen, your father, Mr. Gao, brought you two bottles - buzz!"
The sound stopped suddenly.
"I'm sorry for your little flute, who asked you to play this!"
Vaguely, there seemed to be another person's roar.
what's the situation?
Why does this voice sound a bit like Lao Gao?
Mr. Qian was suddenly confused.
He must have been hallucinating it himself. How could Lao Gao be in school at this time? He is probably playing against the landlords to refresh his CD.
One is in front of the flowers and under the moon, and the other is under the bed.
Tears flowed down.
Why are the differences between people so big?
But thinking about it this way, he felt much more relaxed. Mr. Qian came back to his senses and observed the situation again, only to find that the cotton slippers were still in the corner.
"It's been so long and he hasn't moved?"
Mr. Qian secretly moved his body a little further, widened his field of vision, and was about to take a closer look at the cotton slippers, when suddenly——
His eyes widened in horror.
With a slightly raised view, he discovered that the cotton slippers... were just a decoration!
The mute took off his noisy slippers at some unknown time!
So where is he now?
Mr. Qian froze and kept looking at the darkness around him.
where!
where!
where!
Where is he?
Mr. Qian suddenly heard the sound of cloth rubbing.
There were also some slight shaking of the beds.
Is he on top of me?
Mr. Qian looked upward, his sight passed through the wooden boards and was blocked by the last pad.
"Uh huh..."
But a blind sound that seemed to have no obstacle suddenly reached his ears from somewhere.
On the gap between the wooden boards in the corner, a small piece of quilt was pulled open at some point.
Between the gaps is a pair of cloudy eyes.
His eyes continued to move.
Next, his lips and teeth, which were completely sealed by sutures, were rubbing the rustling wooden board, and he gave a tight and bloody smile.
"Uh~uh~uh~uh."
