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Chapter 246 If we round it off, everyone is a ghost!
Ziliang had no idea how the fat man could stare at his phone for almost twenty minutes without moving.

For a few minutes, he even suspected that the fat man was possessed by a ghost, but fortunately, the fat man's eyes blinked from time to time, which made Zi Liang give up the idea of ​​going over to shake him awake.

Every time Ziliang tried to ask something, the fat man would wave him off, signaling him not to say anything.

Ziliang held back his frustration for twenty minutes before the fat man finally took his eyes off the phone screen. It was almost three o'clock by then.

Seeing that the fat man had looked away, Ziliang cautiously asked, "Brother Fatty, can we see what's under the box now?"

Upon hearing this, the fat man stared at the screen for a few more seconds before nodding: "Be careful."

So Ziliang very carefully clicked "Yes" on his screen. He didn't really understand the difference between "carefully clicking the screen" and "recklessly clicking the screen".

Could I possibly accidentally break the screen?

While Ziliang was still thinking, the fat man next to him suddenly said, "In the future, if you see boxes or other things, don't rush to open them."

Ziliang nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Ten minutes didn't pass too slowly. Ziliang waited for a short while, and the little figure on the screen finished exploring the list under the box.

A worn-out attendance list

This list of orders is very worn out, as if it has been damaged over the years. The words on the cover are almost illegible, but you can vaguely make out the numbers 'one' and 'eight'.

Ziliang stared intently at his screen, almost wanting to bury his head in it.

Even with his best efforts, he couldn't make out what was written on the little tattered book on the screen, so he had no choice but to obediently read the description on the screen.

[Upon opening the attendance list, the handwriting appeared to have been stained by water and was almost illegible.]

Only the class log written by the duty monitor is barely legible.

[January 18: Another one is missing today. Why did things turn out like this?]

[February 27th: It can't be any less!]

[April 4th: Chu Hang seems to know something; I should go and ask him!]

The text on the screen stopped abruptly there. Ziliang glanced guiltily at the fat guy next to him: "Fatty, this class diary seems to be about the mysterious disappearances of a class..."

Furthermore, the class log specifically mentioned the name "Chu Hang".

The fat man nodded: "Since this person has been singled out, we should start by investigating him."

“Since this is a roster from many years ago,” Zi Liang paused for a moment, “then Chu Hang should have graduated long ago, or at the very least be in his senior year of high school.”

The fat man glanced at the clock on the wall: "Don't rush. Since this item specifically mentions Chu Hang, he must have left some clues in this school. Didn't the notebook say that the numbers one and eight can be found?"

Upon hearing this, Ziliang looked down at his phone screen: "There are these two numbers. What do they mean when combined... Class 8, Grade 1?"

“It can’t be Class 1 of Grade 8,” the fat man thought for a moment. “It could be Class 18 or Class 28 of Grade 1, but I don’t think there’s a Class 28 of Grade 1 here.”

As he spoke, the fat man glanced towards the office door: "Anyway, let's find Class 8 of Grade 1 first and take a look. Maybe we can find something there."

As he spoke, he pulled Ziliang toward the door.

Meanwhile, Ziliang had already put the attendance list into the little man's backpack.

Although the office in the game has this attendance list, it doesn't exist in reality. There isn't even a single piece of paper, let alone an attendance list. The cabinet is covered with a thin layer of dust, indicating that nothing has been placed there for some time. Just then, Ziliang noticed that the fat man who was pulling him suddenly stopped.

He looked at the fat man with some confusion, only to see him staring at the doorway with a strange, slightly terrifying look.

Ziliang also turned his head to look.

The office door had been quietly pushed open a crack, and a pair of terrifying eyes were peeking through the gap, watching them furtively.

In that instant, Ziliang prepared to jump off the building to escape.

But this is the first floor, and the security bars are firmly welded to the windows, making it impossible for an ordinary person to squeeze through.

The fat man took several steps back, swallowed hard, and stared intently at the door.

They should have turned and run away in this situation, but they were now trapped in the office with no way out.

Fortunately, the pair of eyes outside showed no intention of coming in. In just two seconds, those terrifying eyes disappeared through the doorway. The two people in the office hesitated for several seconds before daring to move a couple of steps toward that side.

Ziliang gripped his phone tightly: "Fatty, that thing's gone, right?"

The fat man nodded nervously: "Let's go."

As he spoke, he kept glancing down at the game screen, only to find that nothing had changed and the game made no mention of those terrifying eyes.

It's strange, the game gave a warning the last few times a ghost appeared.

Ziliang approached the fat man and said, "Brother Fatty, you see, so far, apart from our own character and the ghost, no other characters have appeared in our game screen."

No matter how many classmates you pass by, the characters on the screen are always just a few of them.

Ziliang continued his logical analysis: "Since only we and the ghost have appeared in the game so far, and the thing that was spying on us just now didn't appear in the game, does that mean it's not a ghost?"

The fat man clapped his hands: "What you said makes a lot of sense. Since only we and the ghosts have appeared on the game screen, does that mean we're ghosts too?"

Ziliang silently looked at the fat man: "Why does your tone make me feel like you're being sarcastic?"

The fat man puffed out his chest slightly: "Absolutely not!"

After straightening his chest, the fat man shrank back and looked towards the doorway. At that moment, a gust of wind blew in from the window, widening the crack in the doorway slightly.

There seems to be nothing outside.

Seeing this, the dog cautiously pushed open the door and slipped into the corridor. The "door-opening murder" that often occurs in supernatural novels did not happen, and the two were still quite safe for the time being.

Ziliang even craned his neck to look around, as if trying to see where the thing that had been staring at him had gone.

The fat guy patted him on the shoulder: "Stop looking around. Class 8 should be on the roof or the floor below it. We still have to climb up."

Climbing stairs in the sweltering heat is not a pleasant experience, but the two still had to climb desperately upwards.

Meanwhile, in the art museum, the frail-willow-like figure discovered another [strange painting].

Thanks... Ah, I'm so lazy, I'll thank you in the next chapter.

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