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"To be honest, I don't really want to stay here any longer. It's a bit intrusive. Now that you all understand the basic situation, I can leave, right?" Director Wang thought about it, and decided to speak first.

Jiang Muqiu hooked the corner of his mouth, let go of Luo Bofeng's hand very naturally, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Of course I'm going home." Director Wang said without thinking.

Jiang Muqiu raised his hand to push his glasses, and then said, "Before that, I want to ask Director Wang a question."

"What... what's the problem?" For some reason, Director Wang saw something dangerous in Jiang Muqiu's eyes.

Jiang Muqiu smiled gently and politely, "What's Director Wang's name?"

Director Wang was stunned for a moment. He didn't know whether he was wondering whether Jiang Muqiu would ask such a question or was surprised. In short, his pupils shrank slightly, as if he was frightened. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "Wang Bin, it's Wang Bin."

"Is Director Wang okay?" Jiang Muqiu's eyes were full of inquiry, "Why? Does Director Wang really mind if others know his name?"

Director Wang shook his head violently, "No, no, just, don't write my name anywhere."

"What?" Jiang Muqiu asked.

Director Wang had a evasive expression on his face, and after struggling for a long time, he sighed and said, "You don't know, there are many strange rumors in this school, and one of them is, don't write people's names on the Anywhere other than paper, otherwise the person would have been taken that night."

"..." The corners of Jiang Muqiu's mouth twitched, and then he said, "What Director Wang means is that this rumor is true?"

"Uh..." Director Wang's expression froze, "Well, this kind of thing would rather be believed or not, right?"

Jiang Muqiu slightly raised the corners of his mouth, not sure whether he believed it or not, "Director Wang is right, so I won't bother you to go out." Saying that, Jiang Muqiu looked in the direction of the school gate, and everything outside the gate was densely covered. Fog shrouded.

Just as Director Wang was about to leave, Jiang Muqiu stopped him again, "By the way, where is the No. 4 male dormitory and the No. 3 female dormitory?"

"Oh, over there, that piece is the student dormitory." Director Wang raised his finger in one direction and said.

Jiang Muqiu glanced in the direction Director Wang pointed, and then asked, "Are there many students in the school? There are so many dormitory buildings."

Director Wang smiled awkwardly, and then said

Jiang Muqiu nodded clearly, and then said: "Okay, I see, thank you Director Wang."

Director Wang nodded in panic, ran towards the school gate, and finally disappeared in a thick fog.

Jiang Muqiu withdrew his gaze, exchanged a glance with Luo Bofeng, and said, "I don't know why, but I always find these people very strange."

"Then shouldn't we let them all go?" Luo Bofeng had a little helplessness in his eyes.

Jiang Muqiu shook his head, and then said seriously: "Although I really want to tie them up just in case, but it seems impossible."

Luo Bofeng couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

"Why? You don't seem to be worried about failing to break through the level?" Jiang Muqiu looked dissatisfied. Why does it seem that he is the only one who cares about the level?

"It's nothing, it's just a little accident, you will choose this way of handling it." Luo Bofeng said with hooked lips.

"Huh?" Jiang Muqiu looked puzzled.

Luo Bofeng explained: "Things like tying people up don't sound like your usual customs clearance method."

"The kind you would use?" Jiang Muqiu raised his eyebrows, "But it's useless, the system reminds me that I can't try to use violence to solve it, but use the detective method."

The corners of Luo Bofeng's mouth twitched, is this the image of himself in the eyes of this little guy?

"Let's go, time is running out." Jiang Muqiu didn't intend to waste any more time here, so he dragged Luo Bofeng away.

The corner of Luo Bofeng's mouth twitched, and he said as he walked, "The time to find the dormitory has been saved. If there is no accident, the time is definitely enough."

"Then what if something unexpected happens?" Jiang Muqiu kept walking, staring straight ahead, unable to see any clues.

Luo Bofeng was helpless, okay, okay, to be honest, it's actually better to pull the hand, and it's still a bit awkward to walk with the wrist.

Room 3, Building 610, girls' dormitory.

The four-person room, bed and table, seems to be in good condition, but I can't be sure which bed belongs to that girl.

Jiang Muqiu and Luo Bofeng rummaged through some books on the top of the table. The books on the three tables had their names written on them, and there were more or less notes inside. The remaining one not only did not have their names written on it, but was also clean inside. .It goes without saying which table belongs to Zhou Li.

But what is disappointing is that Zhou Li is not a sentimental girl, nor does she have the habit of writing a diary, and her bed has no value.

"Let's find out if someone else has written a diary or something else related to her." Jiang Muqiu said.

Luo Bofeng responded, "Mmm", that's the only way to go now.

Jiang Muqiu randomly picked a bed and flipped through it, and found a note in a book on the table, which read: "Adventure Game, it's our turn today." Below this line, there is another Handwriting, "But, Zhou Li won't agree to us, right? She's nestled in the dormitory all day long."

Jiang Muqiu compared the note with the words written in the book, and confirmed who wrote the two lines.Maybe it was because Zhou Li stayed in the dormitory all the time, they couldn't discuss directly, so they used a note?After all, in high school, mobile phones should not be allowed.

However, in the next second, Jiang Muqiu felt that his thoughts were too naive, because Luo Bofeng found a mobile phone from a girl.

The so-called policies above have countermeasures, and it seems that students secretly hide their mobile phones is also a common thing.

Luo Bofeng held the phone, Jiang Muqiu leaned over, his eyes fixed on the phone screen.

Glancing at Jiang Muqiu, Luo Bofeng pursed his thin lips slightly, then lowered his head and stared at the phone, first flipped through the photo album, most of them were selfies, occasionally mixed with some landscape photos, they looked very ordinary.

"Wait." Jiang Muqiu suddenly said, "Turn it back, I seem to see something." As he spoke, he subconsciously poked his finger on the phone screen.

Luo Bofeng coughed lightly, his expression slightly unnatural.

Jiang Muqiu raised his eyes and glanced at Luo Bofeng, only then noticed that the distance between the two was too close, and this posture, as if he was going to hold Luo Bofeng in his arms.