Jobuterrand had only been out for a few days, but the layout of the Columbia room had changed dramatically.The title of head of the support group is only a super fanatic enthusiast at first glance, and Jobbuterrand couldn't help but hold his forehead when he thought of this, and he whispered to himself, "What's wrong with you, Colombia... ”After a brief wash, the hot water washed away the exhaustion on his body.Jobron lay back on the familiar bed, took out the monthly student council publication from the drawer, and looked through it boredly, passing the rest of the day.In addition to some articles touting the president and some campus weird talks, there is a special column that caught Jobron's attention: the missing column.There is no explanation in the missing column, only a few dense names of people, faculties, and times marked in parentheses."
Forty days for Wesley Foster, Forty days for Kim Tim Balinck, thirty-five days for Military Strategy, twenty-eight days for Squill Danus, twenty-eight days for Exploration and Development, and twenty-three days for Freded, Upton, Theatre and Music Performance...Hundreds of names are written in the missing columns, all of which are students and faculty members who have completely lost all traces of their studies.Generally speaking, the disappearance of these people is a symbol of death, or worse.Hundreds of names symbolize hundreds of lives, but what worries Jobram is a familiar name--- Three Days in the Department of Ancient Literature of the Schifsila.This monthly magazine printed by the student council was printed three days ago, and coupled with the time when the student council determined that Sif was missing, it must have been about a week since Sif was missing.Although Jobron and Sieve may just be in love, they are also pillow people.The status of the other party has not been clearly stated, but they have been regarded as lifelong partners.Sif was no small deal for Jobutron, so he gave up his chance to rest and stepped out the door.It was not something that Jobbuterrand could have guessed where Colombia was now, and Columbia's sudden fanaticism for Serena would not have noticed such a small line in the monthly magazine.Arnold and Merlin, who had always been reliable, apparently did not know the status of Sif's disappearance.At this point, the only people that Jobbuterron could rely on and obtain usable information from him were Professor Robb, Havard and Falk.As soon as Jot Brown thought of this, he immediately took out his ID card and sent a message to the three of them at the same time.Of course, he didn't forget to send a greeting message to Sif .The reason for this is that Jot Brown is worried that the "Sif Silla" written in the monthly magazine is a coincidence that he knows Sif has the same name and surname.The message sent out was certainly not so quick to receive a reply, and Jot Brown set out on the road to the student union, dressed in the afterglow of dusk.Why go to the Student Union?
It's an interesting idea.Ordinary people are generally the first to trouble their relatives and friends to ask for help when they know the disappearance of the people around them, but in doing so, they will waste a lot of valuable time to re-explain to relatives and friends who are not aware of the situation.And Jot Brown is doing the right thing, and the source of information is the fastest place to find clues.The reason why the student union was able to publish the announcement of the disappearance of students and faculty members in the monthly magazine was naturally because they had a powerful intelligence network and the unique means that they might have to determine the status of students.Jot Brown's guess is that this could be a device or spell that is linked to a student card and can locate or search for the location of a specific person.Once you know the source of the student council's information about the missing person, you can get more information to determine where Sif is at this time.That's why Jote Brown made a beeline for the Students' Union building.The place where the student union is located is the central part of Miskatonic University, right next to the large lawn where the tests were last conducted.It was an old red brick building.The gray-black vines that lay down from the roof of the building resemble the long hair of a beautiful woman's shawl, adding a touch of the passing charm of the red brick house.Stepping into the door of the red brick building, there is a spacious corridor.The floor is covered with pine wood, and the smell of pine shines outward.In addition to the Gothic reliefs, there are also oil portraits of outstanding alumni who graduated from Miskatonik University in the past.The kerosene lamp hanging high on the wall swayed with the wind that penetrated when the door opened, and the flickering light and shadow fell on the smiling faces of the people in the painting, reflecting a chilling and strange feeling.Jot Brown ignored the gloomy atmosphere and stepped straight into the corridor.At the end of the left side of the corridor is an archive room that appears to be empty for the time being.Looking through the glass window of the doorway, you can see that the desk is messily lined with manuscripts with scribbled handwriting, and quill pens that are haphazardly inserted in the pen holder.On the right side of the corridor is a gate with a beautiful decoration, the door frame is decorated with feathers like angels, and in the center of the gate there is an extremely coquettish gilt door number, which clearly reads "Student Council President's Office." ”The door has a bright brass handle that is apparently cleaned and touched by someone who has given it this color.But Jot Brown pushed it lightly, but the door could not be pushed open, apparently the door was locked.He frowned, but he was not displeased that he couldn't open the door, but he noticed the difference in this red brick building.From the outside, it is possible to be deceived by the vines that cover most of the walls, and subjectively believe that the building is not very large.In reality, it's a subtle visual deception.At the same time, as Jot Brown walked through the corridor, he noticed that the angle of the floor paving and the footing on the side of the wall in the entire corridor were subtly inclined.When he reached the end of the corridor and saw two rooms, he had a certain conjecture in his heart.The building was designed by someone who was proficient in using visual camouflage techniques to conceal some of the floor area.The archive room on the left is just a cover for ordinary student league members, and although it is not possible to see all the scenes in the archive room from the angle of the glass window, the angle from which the evening glow shines through the window shows that the actual volume of the archive room is not very large.The secrets of the student group are locked behind this ornate gate on the right side of the corridor.Thanks to my previous experience as a detective, it is not difficult to pick a lock.Jot Brown just casually straightened it with a swastika and then stirred through the keyhole a few times, and with a click, the door was opened by Jote Brown.The door creaked open as Jott Brown gently pushed it open.He peeked in and saw what looked like a rich kid's study.On the sumptuous pineapple desk is a paperweight made of pure gold, and on either side are bookcases the height of a building, filled with dense books of all kinds.The sunset window was facing the sunset, and the orange-yellow afterglow lit up the room, saving Jot Brown the trouble of lighting the kerosene lamp again.The faint aroma of Darjeeling tea wafted through the air in the room, as if someone had been enjoying a cup of carefully prepared Darjeeling tea not long ago.The high-backed leather chair behind the desk, which was covered in calfskin, had its back to the door.Stomp and tread.This was the sound that Jott Brown's leather shoes made on the wooden floor when he stepped into the president's room."
Rare guest, Jobhut Lang Rossat."
The high-backed bench slowly turned, revealing the true face of the man sitting in the chair.The man had blonde hair, looked noble and elegant, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was just right, both friendly and kind.One more point is too fake, and one less point will appear indifferent.A pair of turquoise eyes, staring straight at the figure of Jott Brown.He still held a cup of hot tea with a few wisps of white smoke in his hand.When Jot Brown saw this person, an extremely awkward feeling appeared in his heart.Although this man's every move was as standard as a textbook of aristocratic etiquette, it seemed hypocritical to Jot Brown's eyes."
Do you know who I am?"
Jobuterrand asked softly, his scarlet eyes without the slightest cowardice in being caught secretly opening the door, as if he had just done a trivial matter."
Of course, the man of the year in the school.The man who first came to school and collapsed the first large-scale hallucination test.A man who has passed all the tests with honors.A man who was able to survive the contact with the fallen ancient god Kongs.Even, it is a man who has not undergone systematic training, and his rational value has reached an unprecedented height at the beginning.There are still a lot of rumors about you on campus, and I've been following a big guy like you. ”The man gently lowered the teacup in his hand, stroked the tasseled cuffs, and then stretched out a hand like white jade, "Please be seated." ”Jobbuterron raised a sneer, and sat down opposite the man unceremoniously, "The big man doesn't dare to be, but it seems that the president's information is really good."
Knowing so much about me as a freshman beforehand, it must have taken a lot of effort to investigate me. ”The student council president grinned toothily and looked very sunny.He opened the drawer on the left-hand side of his desk and pulled out a paper bag made of brown paper.Untying the string from the seal of the file bag, he casually pulled out a thick stack of papers.He gently patted the non-existent dust on the surface, and then said slowly, "Jobutrong Rosat, a native of the city of Umur, was originally an orphan in the Arkham Welfare Institute.As a child, he was favored by the exorcist Arnold and adopted by him along with Tristhene in the orphanage.At the age of fifteen, he first stepped into society and worked as a private detective.Later, with his excellent reasoning ability and fighting ability, he was favored by the Mysterious Investigation Bureau and became a member of the Investigation Bureau.On the surface, he is the captain of the security team, but in fact, he has been in contact with the mysterious side events in the city of umr, known as the wolf of umr.How's that, I wonder if Mr.
Jott Brown is still satisfied with this information?
”Chobuterron listened quietly, and finally nodded slowly, "It seems that the elder's intelligence network is indeed good."
But why care so much about me?
”"Because you're funny."
The president stood up suddenly, pressed his hands against the table, leaned forward, looked straight at Jot Brown, and stretched out his tongue to lick the corners of his mouth."
I'm sorry, I'm out of shape."
After an instant, the president of the student union immediately put away his strange posture and returned to a dignified and elegant appearance.But at that moment, Jot Brown already understood that maybe that was the true face of the president.His gaze became grim as he looked at the blonde man in front of him."
Hephsilla, where are you now?"
There was a hint of menace in his deep voice.Jobbuterrand already had a terrible conjecture in his mind, but he wasn't sure yet.The student council president shook his head slightly, "Jot Brown, you're a gentleman.A gentleman is not in such a hurry.Listen to me slowly tell a story, and you will know the answer you want to know. ”The president turned the chair beneath him, looking at the dusk slowly disappearing into the horizon."
My name is Arthur, I don't have a surname, just a first name.I have been king since I was born.All of them were respectful to me, flattered me, bowed to me, and knelt down to me.My life is smooth sailing, and I can do whatever I want, just because I am the heir of that sword.But I've never met anyone who can be called an opponent.I'm lonely.When I came to Miskatonik University, I thought I would meet one of the best universities in the world.But those are ordinary ordinary people, except for those who can die reading, no one can really get into my eyes.No.Including the ancestors in the corridor who were honored as great men, and the bad old man who didn't look like an adult.Do you understand my loneliness?
But when I saw your performance, I found that I found it. ”Jobuterrand was speechless for a while, "I'm invincible, so I'm lonely?"
Say, I'm sure Sif is in your hands, and if you cooperate well, I'll let you go. ”At this time, he had quietly pinned the medal symbolized by the head of the department to his body.He was ready to use the authority of the head of the department to suppress him without compromising on Arthur, the student council president who had no one in his eyes."
That thing doesn't work for me because I have it too.Pull open the drawer on your right hand and see for yourself. ”Arthur didn't look back, but said confidently.Jot Brown frowned, and looked at the drawer with a dozen medals identical to his own lying quietly, as if to laugh at his own incompetence."
Hahahahaha, your expression is funny right now.I just want you to look like that. ”Arthur turned his head and laughed maniacally.His posture did not take Jobuterron in his eyes at all, as if he had already held Joe Brown in his hands now, like an ant.8。
：8