Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

"Then what are you waiting for? Go to the teaching building first." After Yu Haohuai finished speaking, he turned around and ran down the corridor.

Zhou Xuerong didn't know if he was tired, or he didn't see the road clearly and stumbled and fell hard. Xu Minglang had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he managed to hold him steady.

Xu Minglang's heart sank. He seemed to understand Yu Haohuai's words. If he wants to survive, it is only the most basic to ensure that he is not injured, because the longer the time is dragged on, the more physical energy will be consumed. Survival is not about sprinting [-] meters, but about sprinting. An endurance run.

How long you can run often depends on the reasonable use of physical strength.

Zhou Xuerong had obviously consumed too much energy.

Xu Minglang struggled to lift Zhou Xuerong's arm, tried his best to put the opponent's weight on his body, and asked, "Can you still hold on?"

"I'm fine." Zhou Xuerong pushed the other party away and insisted on leaving by himself.

The hill-like back was no longer as tense as before, but slightly tired and slack. Xu Minglang suddenly panicked and felt an urge to hug him, but luckily his reason suppressed him in time, so he didn't Make him act like a fool.

On the contrary, Miao Fang, who used to be at the end of the team, chased forward with extra effort this time.

Yu Haohuai waved his hand back and said to the two people behind him, "Hurry up!"

Xu Minglang was full of complaints, but he was too lazy to respond, and waved his hand to signal the other party to go first.

Passing through the dark corridor, the tungsten wire in the light bulb was aging, and the lights were flickering. Everyone came all the way to the second floor. This time they were lucky, because a piece of paper was caught in the radiator at the window.

When I unfolded it, there was another sentence: "Day 93. I surveyed the terrain during the exercise, and there were people in the security room at the school gate all day. I thought everything was too simple, and I wanted to escape unless I've grown wings."

This is not a school, it is simply Auschwitz concentration camp!

The notes on the paper were scribbled, but it could be seen that the handwriting was stronger than before. According to the content, the owner of the notes had already started planning to escape.Xu Minglang has a deep understanding of this point. When people are in adversity, they often need a hope. As long as there is a little light in their hearts, no matter how hard and tired they are, they want to walk towards the light with all their strength.

Xu Minglang suddenly sympathized with the owner of the notebook. No matter how much he tried and how much hope he raised, he could not change the ending of his death.

He is like a reader with God's perspective, who can only watch everything go to destruction, but there is nothing he can do.

Putting the unfolded fragments into the diary, everyone walked to the depths of the second floor. The door of the first room in the corridor was hung with "teaching office". The door was not locked. After entering, the decoration inside was no different from that of ordinary university teaching offices. It should be that the school considers that the parents have to pay the fee, so the teaching office can be regarded as half a face, and it can't fool the parents if it doesn't decorate well.

Before they had time to take a second look, everyone swarmed forward, opened all the drawers, and started a violent search.

There are a large number of paper documents stored in the teaching office, and two drawers are randomly pulled out to dump them out. Stacks of documents are scattered all over the place. Everyone only has the keys in their eyes and turns a blind eye to the scattered papers.

After a rough search, it took them nearly 10 minutes. When Xu Minglang took out his mobile phone to tell the time, his heart trembled violently.

Time passes faster than it feels.

All the places with drawers were searched, but the keys found were all keys to open small brass locks. Looking at the model number, I knew it was not a dormitory key.

Yu Haohuai asked, "What time is it?"

Xu Minglang replied truthfully: "Ten by one."

The atmosphere became uneasy, Yu Haohuai took his foot out of the pile of papers, and seemed to be planning to look for the next room, while Ye Jiawen squatted down again, groping in the pile of papers, trying to find the lost key.

Seeing this, Miao Fang knelt down to help. While picking up the documents repeatedly, he saw a financial statement.

Open it and see that it records the name of the student, the name of the payer, the length of enrollment and the corresponding payment amount.

Xu Minglang leaned forward, glanced at it and said, "This school is stealing money."

Most of the people on the form paid 6 yuan, but only a few students wrote 3 yuan on the back. Xu Minglang rubbed his legs and wanted to read again, but was interrupted by Miao Fang: "3 yuan It’s just one semester’s tuition, and obviously most parents enroll their children in a one-year course.”

Xu Minglang nodded: "This school is making money.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and picked up the paper on the ground.

"What are you looking for?" Miao Fang asked.

"This is the Academic Affairs Office. The student files must be here. There will be information written by the students themselves. If you compare it with the diary, don't you know who the owner of the diary is?"

"Even if you know who he is, it's impossible for him to speak."

Xu Minglang replied: "That's what I said, but the content of the diary itself should be interpreted in conjunction with the information of the owner of the diary, shouldn't it? If we don't even know who he is, how can we know why he died? Where did you die?"

Seeing that no one else expressed their opinion, Zhou Xuerong said: "The building scale of this school is smaller than ordinary schools, and the floors and rooms that can be walked around are limited. Let's try to grasp every source of information."

In this way, each person was responsible for the area where he was looking for the key just now. After a while, Zhou Xuerong discovered something, pushed Xu Minglang, and motioned him to look at his right foot.

"Huh? This is..."

"Personal information for all students."

Xu Minglang randomly took out a sheet from a thick stack of paper, on which was a one-inch photo of a short-haired girl with a white background, "Wang Mengran" was written in the name column, and the regular personal information was filled in below.In order to save time, he called other people over, and everyone handed out a small stack of information slips, and then compared the notes on the remaining pages of the diary, and began to compare them one by one.

The two rows of lighting tubes above the head were emitting a faint light. The five people knelt on the ground, and then compared the diary and the information sheet in their hands repeatedly under the weak light. It didn't take long for everyone's eyes to become sore and stinging. , Coupled with the exhaustion of physical strength and the reversal of work and rest for many days, the activities of the body stopped, and the attention could not keep up.

Xu Minglang shook his head violently, but he still didn't feel sober. He looked around and found that the others were not much better, they all looked like they were burning oil with a lamp on. Even Zhou Xuerong frowned, looking The evil spirit is extremely heavy.

Just when Xu Minglang was about to continue the work in hand, his eyes collided with Miao Fang.

For a moment, Miao Fang hurriedly lowered his head, as if to prove that he had carefully compared the handwriting, flipping through the information sheet in his hand, as if trying to cover up.

Miao Fang is abnormal.

Xu Minglang was finally sure that Miao Fang's previous reticence was not because of exhaustion, but because of this school.

This school must have something to do with Miao Fang!

Xu Minglang had a keen eye. While flipping through the information sheets for comparison, he secretly paid attention to Miao Fang's reaction. As expected, when he just turned to the ninth sheet, Miao Fang froze when he saw something. , Then his face turned pale, his lips trembled, as if he had seen a ghost.

Miao Fang suddenly raised his head, wanting to make sure that no one around noticed his anomaly, Xu Minglang lowered his eyes calmly, avoiding his sight.

Focusing his eyes again, Xu Minglang confirmed the information sheet in his hand, the handwriting on it was highly similar to the one on the diary.

"I found it!"

One sentence cheered everyone up, and they put down the information sheets at hand and surrounded them.

The one-inch photo shows a boy with a round face, the corners of his mouth are pursed up, and he looks introverted.

Xu Minglang quickly browsed through the information, and learned that this boy is a local, without any history of congenital deficiencies, and can carry out normal training.

And in the column of tuition payment, the words "[-]" were written with a red oil pen.

This is a full year of tuition.

However, the diaries they picked up only totaled more than 90 pages. According to the semester system of ordinary schools, if a semester is four months, this diary is not even a semester...

"The time doesn't match the diary." Zhou Xuerong also noticed this, and tapped on the information sheet, "There may be more than one diary."

Yu Haohuai squeezed the bridge of his nose and growled: "Are you kidding... two diaries, do you want us to find them all night?"

This is really not a good discovery, everyone's face is solemn, only Miao Fang looks at the list in Xu Minglang's hand, his face is stiff and abnormal.

"Wu Changde." Zhou Xuerong glanced at Shan Zi and read.

Miao Fang swallowed his saliva.

Zhou Xuerong repeated: "The boy who wrote the diary is named Wu Changde, do you know him?"

Immediately everyone's eyes were on Miao Fang. He avoided Zhou Xuerong's sharp gaze in fear, but was scared by the list in Xu Minglang's hand and took a step back. The golden pig statue on the mahogany table was knocked to the ground.

Zhou Xuerong took the list, and rushed to Miao Fang with the side with the photo on it: "I'll ask you again, do you know this boy named Wu Changde?"

Miao Fang shook his head and nodded again.

Yu Haohuai roared: "Do you fucking know him or not!! Now we are all fighting with you..."

"Keep your voice down, Yu Haohuai." Xu Minglang knew how Miao Fang was feeling at this moment. The tragic death of his teammates for two consecutive days put a heavy weight on the boy's heart, not to mention that all of this was related to his past.

Miao Fang looked at the boy who was barely smiling in the photo, and nodded with difficulty: "Wu Changde...I remember him."

Xu Minglang thought of the information sheet that Miao Fang hid just now, most likely it was his own information sheet, so he asked, "You also stayed in this school?"

Miao Fang closed her eyes and nodded.

"How did Wu Changde die?"

"I...I don't know..."

Yu Haohuai scolded: "How could you not know?!"

"I fucking said I didn't know!! He was alive and well when I left! He was looking at me like that... looking at me..."

Miao Fang's voice became softer the more he spoke, and there were tears in the eyes behind the lens besides confusion.