Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 307 Script Killing: The Eighth Person (3)

At around eight o'clock in the morning, Jiang Wan packed up and arrived at the museum on time.

She thought that since she left early, she should arrive early.

When she pushed open the old gate of the museum, she didn't expect the other six people to arrive early, each holding a letter in her hand, with different expressions.

There is excitement, curiosity, shrinking neck and swallowing saliva, and even more reluctant disgust.

The six people saw her coming and looked up, but no one said anything.

"Jiang Wan..." The bamboo man walked up to Jiang Wan and handed her an unopened envelope, "It's from the professor."

Jiang Wan raised her eyebrows, but quickly raised her hand to take the envelope, "Thank you."

She followed the prompts in the script, thought for a while, and called his name, "Zhu Dongdong, right?"

The bamboo man was taken aback for a moment, then nodded slowly, "Yes."

Jiang Wan didn't say anything anymore, and lowered her head to open the letter in her hand.

It was said to be a letter from the professor, but it was just a mission issued by an invisible NPC.

There are not many words in the letter, and the content expressed is simple but mysterious.

The professor said that he is currently doing archaeological research in a mountainous area not far from the museum, and the research team is short of manpower. He hopes that they can come to help. The salary is very good, and the literature history is enough for them to write vivid papers.It's just that the work that needs to be done is a bit tiring, and I hope they can bear it.

Added one at the end.

The children of the professor's friend's family are also very interested in this archaeological research and want to go with them.

Just as Jiang Wan finished reading the letter, she heard a woman's impatient voice behind her, "Is that the person the professor is talking about?"

She turned her head and glanced.

The woman's name is Guo Meizhen, because the ancestors of the family have great masters in the field of archaeology, and they are proud of themselves in school, and the eyes are only on the forehead.

Following the direction of Guo Meizhen's finger, Jiang Wan and the other five boys all looked towards the door.

The figure walking was very tall, even if it bent its back casually, it gave people an invisible pressure.

Looking at his figure, he is a boy.

The boy was wearing a black hoodie, and the hat was worn on his head, so low that he couldn't see his eyebrows clearly.

From the sharp line of the jaw, it is not difficult to see that this should be a good-looking boy.

It's just that the lips are a little white.

It's that unreal paleness.

"Are you the one the professor said that he would go with us to participate in the archaeological research?" Li Lin, who had been standing beside Guo Meizhen, raised his eyelids and asked.

The boy in the hoodie nodded.

Then, he put his big palm in his pocket and took out the same envelope as everyone else's.

All eyes were on the letter, only Jiang Wan stared at the hand holding the envelope.

Her skin was the same color as her lips, horribly white.

There seemed to be something passing quickly in her head, but she caught it very clearly.

This script is called "the eighth person", and the boy who appeared in front of him is not the eighth person?

Jiang Wan stared at the boy's hand in a daze, and before she could continue to study, she felt a chill on her face, as if she was being watched coldly.

She looked up and met that gaze.

The guy in the hoodie is looking at her.The face covered by the hat was hard to see clearly, no matter how carefully Jiang Wan looked at it, she could only meet a pair of pupils as deep as ink.

Lifeless, like stagnant water with whirlpools, it can easily suck people into those pupils.

"The car is here." Wen Yuan, who was about to go out to smoke a cigarette, stopped and lazily raised his hand holding the cigarette, "It's still a luxury bus. It seems that the benefits that the professor gave us are really good."

Qin Xu sneered twice, not afraid of embarrassment to expose him, "You should shoot this kind of flattery yourself in front of the professor!"

Ye Rangqiu pushed his glasses, and stood up to persuade the quarrel with the attitude of a peacemaker, "Stop arguing. The bus is coming so soon, the professor must be too busy, let's pack up and hurry up and leave."

Several people went back to the dormitory to fix things first, and agreed to gather at four o'clock in the afternoon to get on the bus.

Jiang Wan rubbed her short hair, yawned and passed the boy in the hood.

He smells very good.

It's not the refreshing perfume that boys wear in summer, nor is it the clean smell of laundry detergent.

There is an old book ink smell, which makes people feel amazing after smelling it.

She looked at him twice more, and boasted with a smile, "The perfume is good, where did you buy it?"

The boy in the hoodie looked at her for a while, as if he couldn't hear her, then turned his head away.

Qin Xu snorted, "Pretend to be cold!" He has always had a hot temper and couldn't restrain himself.

Seeing that the boy in the hoodie kept silent, Jiang Wan shrugged indifferently, and went back to the dormitory with her bag on her back to pack her things.

Gather in the afternoon, it's almost five o'clock.
(End of this chapter)