Liu Yang didn't know that they had been here for many hours, and there was already chaos outside.
Schools are already facing class closures, police raids every day, surveillance and regional investigations, and parents are like ants on a hot pot.
There is no other way but to wait anxiously and wash your face with tears.
How can a good class disappear if you can't see it, that group of students, where did they go Whether there is organized involvement behind this.
Before this group of classes disappeared, what did the confusing and bizarre deaths represent?
Is it a warning or a provocation It's in this stormy city.
In one room, a different scene was played out at this time.
A young girl, holding a broken bowl in her hand, looked at the old man sitting in a chair in front of her with a wary expression.
But the old man didn't seem to be afraid, so he made a pot of tea and drank it himself.
"Who are you" may be the reason why I haven't spoken for a long time, and it sounds a little hoarse and weak.
It's not like a normal person sent it.
But at this time, Guan Pan didn't care about these anymore, she just wanted to know why she was alive again even though she was dead.
Old fortune teller, put your own tea on it. glanced at Guan Pan.
"If you look at the painting on it, what's the difference."
Guan Pan heard the old man's words and moved his gaze up a little.
She saw that there was nothing on the painting above.
It was a blank piece of paper, and when she carefully focused her gaze on it, she saw black dots.
Dense small black dots are all over the paper, and the distribution is not uniform, and the black dots are large and small.
I'm afraid I put my eyes back on the old man above, and asked in a cold tone.
"What do you mean to show me this broken painting?"
The fortune teller said with a smile.
"The painting is good, but unfortunately it's not broken."
Guan Pan frowned.
"What the hell are you trying to say?"
"Do you say it's more white or more black?"
"White."
Guan Pan said simply.
"What about the black ones?"
"Less, but slowly gathering."
"Uh-huh, that's good."
The old fortune teller nodded with satisfaction.
Guan Pan was already impatient, "Old man, what do you want to say?"
"Save them."
Four words, but with all his strength.
Guan Pan was stunned.
She thought she had misheard.
After a pause, he looked at the old man again, "What" "You can save them."
The old man looked at Guan Pan.
"Are you stupid?"
Guan Pan looked at the old man strangely, "I save, who can I save, I can't even save myself, I still save it."
Guan Pan laughs at himself.
"No, it's just you."
"Liu Yang, no."
"Oh, then you give me a reason."
"Because, you are the one who has been killed by death."
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The old man replied.
Guan Pan was stunned.
After Guan Pan listened to what the old man said, she made up her own mind.
"I died, but I lived, Liu Yang killed me, but saved me, and you want me to save him."
She saw the old man nodding.
Laughed on the spot.
"Fart" Guan Pan glared at the old man with red eyes, "He killed me, and he wants me to save him." ” "Even if he saves me again, it shouldn't be me who repays the favor" Guan Pan sneered.
"What's more, the one who died, he didn't come back to life."
A trace of grief flashed in Guan Pan's eyes.
"If you want to die, okay, then let's die, if you want to die, then everyone will die together" "Anyway, there isn't a good thing in this class" Boom.
She threw down the bowl in her hand and ran away from the door.
Debris was scattered all over the ground and splashed in the air.
Only the old man was drinking tea.
In the police department, the atmosphere was excessively oppressive, as if a dark cloud was hanging over it.
The director looked at the reports with an ugly face.
There was a bang, and the water in the teacup almost spilled.
"There are so many people in a police station that not even a single student has been found" People's heads are lowered.
It's not just a shame, it's a shame.
Since they were being played by a group that didn't even know about the organization.
More than half a month has passed, but there is no clue at all.
"The people of the city are watching us, the police badge on the arm, it's still in the sun" There was silence for a long time.
The Director sighed and sat back in his chair.
"I don't want to say the specifics, you also know what kind of situation."
"I only have one sentence, and the next time I see it, I don't want it to be these reports, but people, living people."
After the meeting was dismissed, all the police officers returned to their work and were carefully investigating.
Repeat the walkthrough countless times, hoping to find a difference.
After the meeting was dismissed, only Xu Shicheng was left behind.
The director looked at him earnestly.
"Xiao Xu, you must seriously investigate this time, this is not only about your career, it is a little small, it is the majesty of the police in the masses, and if it is a big one, it is a loss of justice."
"I need you to be able to understand that."
"Yes," Xu swore an oath.
In the afternoon, after coming out of the police station, Xu Shicheng walked home alone, thinking about the different cases of this class in his mind.
At this time, he passed by the school and saw an old man telling fortunes there.
The flag reads: One step and a half immortal.
Originally, he didn't believe in ghosts and gods and had always believed in science, but he walked over in a ghostly way.
"Do you want to tell fortunes?"
"Own, or Someone Else's" The fortune teller old man glanced at his glasses and looked at Xu Shicheng.
"Is it accurate?"
he himself was a little surprised.
Obviously, he has never believed in ghosts and gods, but not only did he come here, but he actually said something that was slightly fake.
The old fortune teller seemed to have seen a lot of wind and rain, and shook his hand.
"Don't worry, don't do without money."
He looked at Xu Shicheng.
"Whose life are you going to count, and your own is someone else's" The old man repeated it again and again, as if with a little heat.
Xu Shicheng thought about it.
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"Someone else's."
The old fortune teller wrote it down.
Seeing this, Xu Shicheng couldn't help but speak, "Don't you ask me about his birth date and name?"
"The point is that I ask you, do you know," the fortune teller said as if he had no intention of doing so.
"Besides, if you want so many people's birthdays, you can't remember them yourself."
Perhaps the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.
Xu Shicheng's eyes flashed, and he looked at the old man.
What did he mean by this, and how did he know that he was not going to count a person.
Could it be that he knew what was hidden in Xu Shicheng's heart.
After that, he didn't ask anything, as if he was waiting for him.
"Alright."
Lin Tao listened.
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