Being targeted by the boss of the escape game

Night, night again.

Chu Ling leaned against the bed and exchanged the information I followed today, and by the way, expressed the speculation in my heart: "I have been thinking since I came in, what does it mean that girls' feelings are always poems, the paper you found that day , and the printouts distributed around this morning, the handwriting on them is different, the one you found was written with a signature pen, many students can use it, and the handwriting is more delicate."

As he said that, he took out the printed slip with the secret written on it: "The printed handwriting on the printed slip is more majestic, with vertically bent hooks, bit by bit, it's more like a man's handwriting."

Lu Weixing took out the pen he had been playing with all along: "It's better to write with a pen."

Chu Ling looked at the pitch-black pen in Lu Weixing's finger, and understood what he meant by the way: "You mean that the person who wrote these words would be a male student of the same level as Liu Qiqi, or an adult, from this school. School staff?"

Lu Weixing nodded: "Yes, and according to the sour and sour style of those words, it is very likely that he is a teacher, or a Chinese teacher."

Chu Ling was a little silent. Is this a teacher-student relationship?

Speaking of the Chinese teacher, Yun Gewei is the Chinese teacher... Thinking of all the visions he had in class, Chu Ling's eyes lit up, "The last class this afternoon is the Chinese class, and that teacher has been avoiding Lin Shiyu. "

Lu Weixing looked at the pen in his hand: "I checked in the file room of the school's in-service personnel. Yun Gewei got married three years ago."

"I seem to know why he avoided Lin Shiyu..." Chu Ling suddenly frowned: "...But it's not right... If you should avoid it three years ago, it's too late now ?”

Lu Weixing picked up the printed sheet, and wrote seven big characters on it, "The feeling of a girl is always a poem, "It means that Yun Gewei avoided Lin Shiyu because of other things, and he risked moral taboos to have sex with Lin Shiyu. together, and abandoned Lin Shiyu."

Chu Ling glanced at it from the corner of her eye, and found that Lu Weixing's handwriting was actually pretty good, and they all spoke like a person, and Lu Weixing's handwriting was as full of unstoppable momentum as himself.

"Maybe the key to our breakthrough is here."

Chu Ling thought of that unlucky child again: "But what happened to Liu Qiqi, why did Lin Shiyu say thank you before I can come back?"

Lu Weixing put away his pen and tapped on the table: "Let's go to Liu Qiqi's dormitory together tomorrow."

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Qiu Luoxing was in a group with Shao Wenhui and Lin Guoqiang. Both he and Shao Wenhui were assigned student identities, and only Lin Guoqiang was the canteen uncle.

At first, he was very lucky, but when he thought of Wan Xu who died yesterday and the notebook soaked in blood, he was terrified now.

All the students took notebooks, he threw away his own notebooks as soon as he went back, and persuaded Shao Wenhui to throw them away as well.

Shao Wenhui was reluctant at first, but he still agreed after his persuasion.

He felt much more at ease.

As for Lin Guoqiang?He is too lazy to care, it is better to die, and it can increase his chances of survival.

Thinking of this, Qiu Luoxing felt a lot more at ease. He lay on the bed looking at the dark ceiling and was about to sleep, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a little cold.

The cold is unbearable, the kind of cold that pierces the bone marrow.

"Wen Hui, it's a bit cold, turn off the air conditioner."

No one answered.

Qiu Luoxing frowned. Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt a panic under the quilt. He touched it with his backhand, and there was a rectangular object with long sides inside the quilt...

Could it be the notebook he lost?

But he obviously threw away the notebook himself, so why did he come to the bed again?

Qiu Luoxing shuddered all over, he couldn't help but comfort himself not to be afraid, don't be afraid, take it out and have a look, don't scare yourself, it might be a textbook or not?

He took a deep breath, and slowly touched the rectangular object under his body. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but his hands always felt sticky.

It won't kill the cockroach, will it?Qiu Luoxing thought so.

Gritting his teeth, Qiu Luoxing slowly opened his eyes, turned them out, and saw that what he was holding in his hand was a notebook issued uniformly by the school.

White border and black bottom.

At the beginning, he complained to Shao Wenhui that the notebook looked like a coffin.

Now he only felt a chill down his spine, the hand holding the notebook was shaking non-stop, one of them was not properly held, and it fell to the ground.

Qiu Luoxing's eyes were straightened, and he kept saying to himself: "Impossible...Impossible..."

"I obviously threw it away..."

"Wen Hui...Wen Hui!"

Qiu Luoxing turned over and fell to the ground. He hurriedly climbed to the lower bunk, where Shao Wenhui slept. He yelled several times, but there was no response.

He simply lifted the quilt, only to see that Shao Wenhui was still lying on the bed?Just a corpse.

Shao Wenhui's eyes were wide open, apparently he had been greatly frightened before he died, his black eyes were full of pain and resentment, as if he was questioning Qiu Luoxing why he didn't save him, why he didn't find out until he was dead.

Qiu Luoxing took a step back in fright. They had encouraged each other to get out alive before going to bed, but now the other person had turned into a cold corpse.

Looking at Shao Wenhui's bruised and purple face, Qiu Luoxing was startled and frightened. He wanted to run but his legs didn't work. He shook like chaff and fell to the ground.

"Swish"

There shouldn't be wind in the room, and there can be no wind, but Qiu Luoxing watched helplessly as the notebook that fell on the ground earlier opened without any wind, and there were three large blood-red characters on it: Qiu Luoxing.

Then there was a burst of laughter like a silver bell.

"Ahhhh!! Help!!!"

Qiu Luoxing struggled to get to the door, but it was too late, blood kept pouring out from the notebook, climbing up Qiu Luoxing's body like a living thing, drowning his last scream in the stinky blood.