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Chapter 946 The Disappearance of the High School Dungeon
"The disappearance of the university's duplicate map..."

The fat man looked at the game screen and read out the name of the dungeon.

He wanted to read more, but the conditions didn't allow it; there were only eight characters on the huge game screen.

And it doesn't look like a dungeon name either.

It looks like...

The fat man couldn't help but glance at Gu Mian beside him, looking like the title of a post-mortem investigation after Gu Mian had driven him to the brink of collapse.

The more he thought about it, the more reliable it seemed.

The doctor did experience a few school instances before, but that was very early in the game. Perhaps the global version later added a rule like "no ghosts in schools," to avoid getting a 404 error...

But it doesn't necessarily have to be a school scenario. Judging from the name, it could also be an investigation or detective scenario, investigating a missing person case.

The fat man pictured Gu Mian wearing a monocle, smoking a pipe, and a deerstalker hat on her head—the kind of hat Sherlock Holmes wore.

The great detective Holmes!
When Holmes is mentioned, no one can help but think of his good assistant, Watson.

Holmes also needs a good assistant!

Thinking about it, the fat man unconsciously puffed out his chest; this title must be his.

The fat man immediately changed his name to one that was more fitting for Holmes—Wang Sheng.

But the title doesn't feel like a detective novel; it's more like Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.

Since that's the case, Fatty thought that a "I'm a detective in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio" storyline wouldn't be out of the question.

He glanced at the game panel again, and it still displayed the same eight characters as before, clearly indicating that the game developers had no intention of providing any further information.

I wonder how many people are in this instance.

Will it pull everyone in this entire area in like a special instance?

Oh right, the fat man suddenly realized this.

If this thing isn't like a special instance, where people are pulled in one group at a time, then this time only he himself might enter the instance, and all the talk about Gu Ermos and Wang Sheng before him would be meaningless.

"Doctor! Brother Chu!" The fat man, having figured it out, immediately turned to look at the side, "Are you two going into the dungeon too?"

Turning around, I saw no one, only a deep, dark corridor stretching out before me.

The fat man stiffly turned his head back, then turned his head away as if restarting a computer: "Haha, Doctor Chu, are you two going into the dungeon too?"

It was still that same deep, dark corridor.

The fat man consoled himself: "Haha, it seems everyone left in a hurry."

While comforting himself, he swiftly brought up the game panel, opened the group chat, and frantically typed.

"Doctor—I've suddenly entered some kind of weird school instance! What's going on with you and Brother Chu? Did you enter an instance too? And where is everyone in the apartment?"

The fat man was muttering to himself as he typed, but when he nervously clicked send after he finished, he found that the message wouldn't go through.

What happened?
He pressed the send button several more times, but it still didn't send.

Then he noticed that the send button below was grayed out, as if the network was down.

Sweat immediately beaded on the fat man's forehead.

"What's going on? Group chat doesn't require an internet connection, and it's a group chat that can be used both outside and inside the instance..."

Why did it suddenly stop working? Something's fishy about this dungeon!

The fat man wiped the sweat from his brow with his free hand, then turned to look around.

He was in the middle of a corridor, with long corridors both in front of and behind him.

Doors with room numbers were lined up on both sides of the corridor.

It was nighttime, and the corridor was dark, with only his game console and a warning sign on the wall that read "Emergency Exit" lit up.

Using the dim light, he quickly scanned the entire corridor but found no one else.

It seems that even if the doctor and Brother Chu enter the instance, they won't be with him.

The empty corridor at night had a strong eerie atmosphere. The fat man's forehead was covered in sweat again. He shrank his conspicuous body and leaned against the wall, turning his gaze back to the group chat panel.

I can't send messages here, but someone else might be able to.

If the doctors and their teammates entered the dungeon, they would definitely ask in the group chat. If they didn't enter the dungeon, they would definitely ask, "Dear Fatty, why did you suddenly disappear?"

The fat man decided to wait a while and see if he could get any news from other people.

He curled up into a ball and squatted anxiously in the corner, waiting.

He didn't know how long he waited—half a minute? Three minutes? Or ten minutes? The fat man still hadn't received any information.

Are doctors not allowed to send messages?

If he doesn't receive any information, should he continue waiting here, go out and check, or explore the rooms on either side?
The fat man thought for a moment and decided that he should leave some information to show that he had been here, so that it would be easier for the doctors to find him.

Thinking about it, he took out a black marker from his pocket—he had bought it to take with him to the Upside-Down City to draw a map, but he didn't expect that before he even got to the Upside-Down City, the marker would end up here with him.

Leaving information is also an art.

You can't leave your whereabouts undisclosed, such as "Old Wang, I walked from here to the stairwell, went downstairs, walked north for three intersections, then turned west for twenty steps and finally plunged into the well next to that crooked tree on the right." That's not acceptable.

That's too specific. If it were a ghost instead of a doctor who saw the message, the ghost could just go straight to the well and open the gift.

You need to be more tactful.

The chubby man, who was known for his refined manners, thought for a moment, then picked up a pen and began to scribble on the wall.

Half a minute later, a sentence was written—

"Fatty was here"

The fat man looked at his message and nodded in satisfaction. This way, he could show that he had been there without revealing his whereabouts.

Actually, the fat man wanted to reveal some clues to the doctor, but he was powerless to do anything about the situation that followed.

I don't know where I am, or which floor of the building this is. There are only two windows in the corridor, one at each end. Even from Fatty's position, he can't see what's outside.

Go look out the window first. If it's a high floor, you can see quite far. Maybe you'll spot the doctor and Brother Chu right away.

Thinking this, the fat man lifted his leg and walked towards the window at one end of the corridor, observing his surroundings as he went.

The layout of this corridor looks familiar; it's the style of junior high and high school student dormitories.

The instance is called "High School Instance Disappearance Incident." Could this really be a school instance, or not the kind of story he imagined, like that of the great detective Holmes?

The door numbers on both doors were probably the dormitory room numbers. The fat guy glanced to the left and noticed that the door number closest to him was "345".

Generally, the first number of a dormitory room number indicates the floor level; this room should be on the third floor.

Both dormitory doors were tightly closed, and the fat man had observed them carefully.

He couldn't see any light through the crack in the door, so he didn't know if anyone was inside. The fat man didn't dare knock on the door to ask; what if it was a ghost inside? He'd be walking into the lion's den.

However, there was no dust on the ground or the door, as if someone had been cleaning. Would ghosts clean?
If it were someone like Xiaohong or her brother, maybe...

As the fat man walked forward, he was not far from the window in front of him, and he could see the sky outside.

Suddenly he heard a strange sound.

It was like a heavy animal leaping on the ground, thumping closer and closer to him.

The fat man was sweating profusely; this guy was even bigger than him, and his size was inhuman...

Besides, no one walks like that.

He realized the sound was coming from somewhere.

But now he was very close to the end of the corridor, less than ten meters away, and he could see the end of it at a glance, with nothing in front of him!
No, that's not right.

He then noticed a hole in the left wall in front of him; that must be the stairwell.

That's where the sound came from.

At the same time, he saw light shining into the corridor from the stairwell. The brightness and color looked like a flashlight beam, but the movement didn't seem like it.

If you ask him how he could discern movement from the light—

The light kept twitching; a normal person using a flashlight would only see the light flicker at most.

But this flashlight beam is incredible; it jumps up and down, one second it's on the ceiling and the next it's on the ground. If a flashlight could cause epilepsy, this one would definitely be the one to do so.

The lighting effect is like the colorful lights in a disco, but who would wander around a student dormitory at night with colorful lights in their arms... It's not impossible if it's a doctor, but doctors don't sound that fat.

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