Neverland

The handwriting was messy, and it was not difficult to see the collapse and nervousness of the writer. The final exclamation mark pierced the paper and drew an obvious slit on the paper.

The hoarse warning was almost concretized into an equal amount of fear. Xu Muzhou looked at this note and felt his hair stand on end, and the hairs all over his body exploded in an instant.

"This..." Xu Muzhou looked at Yan Cen hesitantly: "Is this the preferential treatment given to us by the cleaning system?"

Yan Cen looked at him calmly: "It's also the first time I have encountered dual systems in parallel, what do you think?"

"I don't know too well." Xu Muzhou hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, let's take a look first. The first floor is such a big place. If you can't find any clues, you still have to go to the second floor." building."

He said something he remembered: "Do you still remember the floor plan in the document?"

"You mean the safe house?" Yan Cen asked.

"Yes." Xu Muzhou nodded: "This school only has three floors. I took a look before entering the building. The building pattern of the first and second floors is roughly the same, but the width of the third floor has been reduced by half, only one third. …This building layout has always seemed familiar to me, until just now. It was this layout before the orphanage was renovated and rebuilt. The first and second floors are classrooms and other activity places. The third floor is up the stairs, and there is only one large room director's office."

"But this is a school. When I walked all the way just now, the few room signs that I could see clearly were all classroom numbers... What about the teacher's office?" Xu Muzhou asked.

Yan Cen quickly understood what he meant, and said, "It's on the second floor."

"So no matter what's on the second floor, I'll have to go there later." Xu Muzhou stacked up the old film and put it away with the tape.

Now the only usable clue left is this useless tape, Xu Muzhou feels a little worried.The complicated information piled up in his mind, like a messy ball of yarn, no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find the thread that could be used to straighten out his thoughts.

Xu Muzhou frowned and thought for a while, finally found a usable table and chair and sat down, took out a black and yellowed draft book from the hole in the table, tore off two pages from the top,

When he used to play logical reasoning games before, he was also used to taking notes at random. After writing down the known useful and useless clues on paper, it seemed easier to integrate them into a series.

Xu Muzhou picked out a barely usable pencil from the open pencil case, and drew two strokes on the paper.

Yan Cen put a fluorescent ball on the corner of the table to illuminate him, and found that Xu Muzhou had folded a piece of white paper in half, using the crease as the boundary, and wrote "English teacher" and "English teacher" on the first line on the left and right sides respectively. "Fourth Class Two" two things.

Xu Muzhou also drew a question mark next to the second class of the fourth year, then drew a downward arrow in the column of "English teacher", and wrote the word "tape", and then he typed in this line. A cross signifies that the thread is interrupted.

Yan Cen watched quietly as he listed the existing clues in the form of a tree diagram, but unfortunately, most of the clues were followed by crosses or question marks, and there were very few effective clues that could be extended. .

After a while, Xu Muzhou suddenly remembered something, he threw the pencil end in his hand on the table, and turned his head to look at Yan Cen with burning eyes.

"I was wrong about it."

Yan Cen raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"I've been thinking about effective clues before, but the information I obtained is too messy, so I haven't been able to find clues that are directly related to the mission goal." Xu Muzhou said: "But I just suddenly I understand, you said before that this is not a game, but a real scene...so everything here is actually a valid clue."

"I'm too obsessed with these specious details in the scene." Xu Muzhou rolled up the papers listing the clues: "But in fact, these are not the key points. On the contrary, it is because there are too many details that I have been ignoring one. The most important question."

"In 1983, when most elementary schools across the country were so poor that they could go to class while lighting the stove, would such a good building elementary school be abandoned for no reason?" Xu Muzhou asked.

As he spoke, he flipped through the books at hand, pointed to the open pencil case on the table, and then said to Yan Cen: "Besides, these things look like ordinary classrooms in use. Books on the table, children's pencil cases left behind when they left the house—it's no different from those classrooms that are used as usual. But these things have undoubtedly been idle with this school for a long time...they left In a hurry, even as if leaving in a hurry, the school was empty in an instant, and there was no time for the students to pack their schoolbags."

"That's why." Xu Muzhou paused: "This school was not abandoned slowly, but suddenly... and why it was suddenly abandoned is the key point."

Seeing that he finally turned this corner, Yan Cen sighed in relief: "Fortunately, you are a little smarter than I thought, otherwise I would still be thinking about how to enlighten you."

Xu Muzhou was startled: "You thought of it a long time ago?"

"I told you a long time ago, don't treat this as a game." Yan Cen said: "The game has a main line, is organized, and even has boundaries. The game has already set the outcome of the game when the player first enters. , but the real world will not be so kind. You can treat this as a case, and all the clues need to be discovered by yourself, and the world will not hand it over and put it in a place where you will definitely find it.”

His tone was calm, and a halo flowed slowly in his light brown pupils, like a spoonful of melted crystals—clear, beautiful, but naturally cold.

Xu Muzhou felt a little upset for no reason: "Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

"This is your internship period." Yan Cen said as a matter of course: "I am giving you time to familiarize yourself with the working model."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the sense of alienation disappeared immediately, like an illusion derived from some kind of environment.

Xu Muzhou: "..."

What he said made sense, Xu Muzhou thought, if it was because of this aggressiveness, it seemed that he was at fault.

"And I forgot to inform you." Yan Cen curled his lips and looked at him with a smile: "As a regular employee, I actually received a brief information on the objectives of this mission."

The acting skills that Actor Yan is so proud of seem to be unstable. At least now, Xu Muzhou doesn't see any sign of "forgetting" on his face. When to open up and when to let go.

Xu Muzhou was really going to blow his hair this time: "What did you say?"

"I'm sorry." Yan Cen blinked insincerely. He took out a folded letter paper from his coat pocket with one hand, and held it up to Xu Muzhou fearlessly: "Sun Qian, 30 years old, is from a big city. An English teacher who was hired from outside and also served as the head teacher. But after three years in office, he suddenly committed suicide in school.”

The information given by the system is much more useful than Xu Muzhou's headless rummage. He didn't care about arguing with Yan Cen about the incomplete information. He grabbed the letter paper and stuffed the lighting ball into it. In Yan Cen's hand, he began to look at the contents of the letter paper against the light.

"It stands to reason that most people who commit suicide choose to die only when their hearts are ashamed. This kind of self-abandonment emotion will not be captured by the system." Yan Cen continued: "But it is strange that the cleaning system has captured Sun's death. Akane's emotional fluctuations are even far more than ordinary mission objectives."

Xu Muzhou asked without raising his head, "Do you think it was homicide?"

"No, it was suicide." Yan Cen said: "When the police finalized the case, it was confirmed that homicide was ruled out, and the initial review part of the system also ruled out homicide. She was the only one at the school that night, and the security guard who was originally on duty slipped home that night. Went to drink and was not at school, so why Sun Qian committed suicide has become a mystery."

While he was speaking, Xu Muzhou had roughly read the information in his hand, and the information on it was only what Yan Cen said, and there was nothing more detailed.

"She must have committed suicide." Yan Cen looked at Xu Muzhou and said seriously, "But I doubt that she committed suicide abnormally."

Yan Cen was quite reliable when he was talking about business, he habitually frowned slightly, and handed Xu Muzhou another piece of paper.

"When you were sorting out the clues just now, I went around the room and found this in a Chinese document." Yan Cen said: "This piece of paper is half caught in the book, and I almost missed it."

Xu Muzhou took the paper and muttered casually, "Why do you always find key clues?"

"Fate." Yan Cen was in a good mood, and he was able to joke with him again: "After all, when I was fighting the landlord in Neverland, I could draw the big and small kings every time."

Oh, Ou Huang.Xu Muzhou thought indifferently.

There were a few lines written crookedly on that piece of paper, interspersed with two different handwritings, it looked like a small note handed out in class.

[Where did Mr. Sun go? I haven't come to class for a few days? 】

【do not know. 】

[Ma Xiaomeng from the second class of the fourth year said that they are acting class teachers to watch the self-study. 】

[Why are you asking so many questions? My mother said that Mr. Sun is a biao, so it would be better not to come here in the future. 】

The content on the note came to an abrupt end, and the ignorant malice of young children spewed out from these crooked doll fonts. Xu Muzhou silently put away the note, and Sun Qian's horrible picture popped out of his mind inappropriately. s face.

Blood stains and scars made her look sinister and hideous, but this was a person who needed to be "cleaned up". Her obsession and resentment bound her in place, and the scars turned into ropes full of thorns, strangling her tightly. in the flesh and blood.

As the days and nights flowed over and over again, she even forgot what she was obsessed with, and only remembered the feeling of hatred and pain.

"I'm going to do an experiment." Xu Muzhou suddenly said, "Brother Yan, please help me."