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Chapter 249 The Illiterate Sheds Tears
Her sixth sense told her that Chu Changge shouldn't be in this house.

But even a frail willow can't sway in the wind, I just want to see it. Only by seeing it can I put my mind at ease. If I don't see it, I always feel like something is missing.

As she pondered this, she slowly approached the slightly ajar door and leaned closer.

There seems to be nothing inside.

At least from this one open crack, there's nothing inside.

The office seemed to have been emptied out long ago, leaving only a worn-out table with scraped skin. Sunlight streamed in, and you could vaguely see a thick layer of dust on the table.

"Is no one inside?" The frail willow held the painting tightly in her hands.

Although she was very nervous, she did not drop the paintings in her hands, even though carrying them made it very inconvenient for her to move around.

The thick layer of dust on the ground was stirred up by the sudden opening of the door, and the frail woman couldn't help but cover her mouth and sneeze.

After she sneezed, she immediately looked around cautiously, and only felt relieved when she saw that there was nothing unusual happening around her.

Ruoliu turned her gaze away and muttered to herself, "It seems that Brother Chu is probably not on this floor. I should go downstairs and look for him."

Of course, it's also possible that they were killed silently by a ghost.

However, Ruoliu prefers the former, because if Chu Changge is killed by a ghost, there will be no one to take care of her.

As she thought about it, she slightly shifted her feet.

Immediately afterwards, Ruo Liu suddenly remembered something.

I was in a rush to find the artwork and didn't pay much attention to my phone. It's been quite a while since I've looked at any game footage.

Perhaps some new clues have appeared in the game? Perhaps they are related to Chu Changge's disappearance?

As she thought about it, she struggled to free one hand to take out her phone.

The phone was in my shirt pocket, not hard to reach, and in just two seconds I saw the game screen on my phone.

In the corridor, only the character representing her stood alone, with the open office door in front of her.

The door to this office in the game has also been opened.

But some places are different...

The frail girl frowned as she looked at the ground at the doorway in the game screen. She realized that the office in this pixelated game was not empty.

Instead, there are things as soon as you enter.

[A giant bear trap]

This thing is right by the door. It's huge, big enough to trap half a person. If you had accidentally stepped on it because you weren't looking at the game screen, you would have been crippled if not killed.

"Luckily I didn't step in," Ruo Liu Bu Fu Feng breathed a slight sigh of relief. "This trap is too much. I have to keep an eye on my phone while walking. What if there's an unseen trap on the way?"

She breathed a sigh of relief and took a small step back.

But after taking a step back, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

The feeling that something was wrong didn't come from the trap in front of me, but from behind me.

She gripped the painting tightly in her hand, swallowed hard, and slowly turned to look back.

But before she could fully turn around, her throat tightened suddenly...

Meanwhile, Fatty and Ziliang had already found Class 8 of the first year of high school.

At this moment, Ziliang was sitting listlessly on a high stool in front of the podium. For some reason, the fat guy had switched to daydreaming mode after entering the classroom. He stared at his phone screen without blinking, as if he could see a flower in it.

He stared at it for several minutes, and Ziliang noticed that he didn't take his eyes off his phone screen until four o'clock.

"Hey Fatty, you're always staring at your phone screen without blinking, it's kind of scary!" Zi Liang swallowed.

The fat man retorted, "What do you know? I'm staring at the screen because something's fishy."

Upon hearing this, Ziliang couldn't help but recall that the fat man and the doctor had whispered to each other when they parted ways. He asked curiously, "Did that chainsaw doctor say something to you?"

The fat guy glanced at him and said, "Your nickname is quite unique. Alright, Fatty, I'm not going to waste my breath on you. We've arrived at Class 8 of Grade 1. Let's look for things related to Chu Hang first, like the seating chart, and see if we can find him."

Unfortunately.

The two did not find anyone named Chu Hang.

The seating chart for Class 8 of Grade 11 was clearly posted on the podium, and Fatty and Ziliang searched for it carefully many times from beginning to end.

Let alone Chu Hang.

There wasn't a single person with the surname Chu!
In the game, [Wang Pangzi] and [Liang'er] didn't react at all; they just mechanically followed the two of them as they moved around randomly.

The fat man refused to believe it and searched every corner of the room, from the textbooks on everyone's desks and the names on the benches to the doodles drawn in the desk drawers with correction pens, but still found no trace of Chu Hang.

The desks and chairs in the first-year classroom seemed to have been replaced; they were brand new, with few traces of graffiti.

"What's going on?" Ziliang was dumbfounded.

At this moment, the fat man next to him suddenly spoke up, his expression somewhat strange: "Speaking of which, wasn't that attendance list we found in the office just now from many years ago?"

Ziliang nodded.

The fat man turned his head and looked out the window at the senior high school building directly in front of him: "Many years ago, Chu Hang was a freshman in high school. Shouldn't he be a senior now?"

Ziliang also realized: "It's not just senior year of high school, it's practically graduation!"

But it's better to look for him in the senior high school classrooms than here, because Chu Hang may not have graduated from senior high school for very long.

Realizing what had happened, the two hurriedly went down the stairs and ran towards the teaching building opposite.

“Speaking of which, Fatty,” Ziliang said, panting heavily on the way, “are we really not going to go and take a look at the second-year high school classrooms?”

The fat guy slapped him: "What the hell are you looking at? Go look at the senior students' papers first."

There's definitely something special in Class 8 of Senior Three!

In this classroom, the fat man still couldn't find anything about Chu Hang on the seating chart, but he tried the same trick again, searching through all the graffiti on the chairs and tables, and finally found Chu Hang's name.

The fat man found his name on a desk, next to which was a class group chat number. It seemed that he had run out of paper when he wrote down the group chat number, so he had just scribbled it on the desk.

Ziliang glanced at it.

He didn't pay much attention to the group number and then looked at the other writing on the table.

It's clear that this table is an heirloom, and it's unknown how many students have used it. As a result, the handwriting on the table is from many different people, but it's not difficult to find what Chu Hang wrote.

This student habitually adds the words "Chu Hang" below their text.

It seems a bit narcissistic...

The fat man didn't care whether he was narcissistic or not, and instead looked at the words on the table that belonged to Chu Hang.

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