Neverland

Too sharp - this was Yan Cen's first thought.

Before the official interview, Yan Cen had read Xu Muzhou's detailed personal information, including his life and all the turning points in his life so far.Apart from being abandoned since childhood and growing up in an orphanage, he is just like an ordinary person, eating and sleeping, going to school and working, and entering society step by step.

He neither became the kind of alien lacking in emotion because of his different life experience, nor did he make any amazing moves to strive for excellence. The whole file is plain and unpretentious.If you have to pick out some outstanding parts from his file, apart from having won a two-year scholarship and having a [-]% pass rate in logical reasoning games, it doesn't look like anything special.

But until now, he suddenly understood why Zhong Lu insisted on choosing ordinary people from the world line to enter Neverland to carry out the cleanup mission with him despite all the arguments.

——Because Xu Muzhou can see things that others cannot see.

This keenness is his instinct and his unique gift.

In these short two sentences, how many twists and turns Yan Cen had in his heart, Xu Muzhou certainly didn't know, he was worrying about Yan Cen's ankle injury at this time.

"It still needs to be fixed simply." Xu Muzhou said, "Otherwise it will be difficult to handle if the swelling becomes severe."

Yan Cen came back to his senses, only to see that Xu Muzhou had already taken off his coat, and he was wearing a thin white-sleeve shirt underneath. Xu Muzhou turned his head and bit open the stitches on his left shoulder with his teeth, and pulled the whole stitch together. The sleeves were torn off, and it looked like they were about to bandage him.

Yan Cen has never received such tender care and treatment in his entire life, so he couldn't help being taken aback when he saw this: "No need..."

However, just halfway through his refusal, Xu Muzhou vetoed it.

Xu Muzhou himself is not a meddlesome person, so it would be fine if he was different, but Yan Cen was injured in this dangerous place because of him anyway, Yan Cen himself may not care, but Xu Muzhou feels bad about it.

Xu Muzhou rolled the sleeve into a neat thick strip of cloth, and tightly wrapped it around Yan Cen's ankle, making a simple fix.

"Okay." Xu Muzhou clapped his hands and stood up, put on his coat again, and asked naturally, "Where are you going to find clues?"

Yan Cen shook his ankles uncomfortably, and lowered his raised trouser legs, before casually saying, "It depends on the situation, it would be best if we can find Sun Qian's office."

Xu Muzhou himself also understood that in the case of a time limit, it is the best choice to act separately. He pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Alright then, I'll wait for you in this room."

Xu Muzhou is very aware of his strength, if Yan Cen is not by his side, he may not survive for two seconds in Sun Qian's hands, the best way is to stay in the house and stop quietly.

"Okay." Yan Cen said, "I'll be back soon."

Yan Cen took a step back as he spoke, turned his head and walked out.

The corridor was quiet, Sun Qian's sobbing was intermittent, like a thread of silk, and there were occasional soft footsteps from downstairs. It should be that the group of players outside had re-entered the school.

Yan Cen closed the door of the Academic Affairs Office with his backhand, stood at the door for a moment, listened carefully, and found nothing suspicious, then turned around and walked deep into the corridor.

The direction Sun Qian was hiding just now was on the right side of the corridor. Yan Cen was not going to run into her as soon as he came up, so he planned to look for it from the innermost side of the corridor on the left.

The door of the tea room was still wide open, and the cold wind was blowing in from the damaged window frame. When Yan Cen passed by the door, he took a look in and saw the body of the boy in school uniform lying in the corner, his eyes wide open. , blood overflowed from the corners of his lips and nasal cavity, covering half of his face.

The school uniform on his body could no longer see the original appearance clearly, his abdominal cavity was torn to pieces, dark red internal organs were scattered around him, and there were even traces of being bitten.Yan Cen frowned in disgust, and looked away.

The rooms on the second floor are slightly different from the first floor, most rooms are not labeled.Yan Cen randomly picked two rooms and opened the doors, only to find that most of the doors were locked.The office is different from the classroom. There is no glass inlaid on the door, and the dark wooden door blocks the line of sight. It is impossible to know what is going on inside the door.

Yan Cen didn't linger long, and would give up as soon as he found the door couldn't be opened. He walked all the way, and finally found a sign on the room at the end of the corridor.

The second class of the sixth grade.

This was the only classroom Yan Cen saw on the second floor. Yan Cen held the doorknob tentatively, and pushed it in slightly, but the door remained motionless, obviously locked.

Yan Cen looked in through the glass on the door, and found that the classroom was filled with foggy darkness, and he couldn't see anything clearly.When Yan Cen approached just now, he could smell the stench on the door, so he touched the door panel in this posture, only to find that the door was also covered with dried blood.

The blood had already formed a dark brown scab, fused with the poor-quality wooden door panel. Judging by the degree of oxidation alone, it probably came from the same person as the blood on the floor.

Most likely it's Sun Qian's own blood, Yan Cen thought.He took a step back, stretched out his left hand and compared it with the height ratio, and found that the blood on the door was distributed too evenly, it didn't look like it was splashed, but more like it was artificially smeared.

But the bloodstains on the door were too messy. Yan Cen carefully identified them and found that they were not handwriting or symbols, but purely chaotic graphics without any real meaning.

Yan Cen stood at the door of the class and thought for a while, but he didn't plan to break in. He turned around and walked to the other side of the corridor.

When Sun Qian was hiding, Yan Cen took another look at the closed door, but the situation was too urgent at that time, Yan Cen only saw the metal sign passing by, but didn't see clearly what was written on it.

The further she walked to the other side, the louder Sun Qian's cries became. Yan Cen deliberately lightened his steps and stopped two meters away from her.His night vision ability is very good, this distance is enough for him to see the small words on the door - head teacher's office.

Yan Cen immediately frowned in displeasure. He originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of splitting up to find some personal clues in Sun Qian's office, but who knew that Sun Qian hid here herself.

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and still wanting to go up this stupid thing is not in the scope of Yan Cen's consideration. Although he is not afraid of taking risks, since Xu Muzhou has a way to control NPCs, there is no need for him to take such risks.

Yan Cen wanted to turn back and exchange information with Xu Muzhou, but when he passed the stairs, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look up the stairs.

The jogging platform leading to the third floor was shrouded in a large shadow, and the side ladders on the left and right stretched up, empty, and there was no partition in the middle.

They kept their eyes on Sun Qian, chasing Sun Qian to the first and second floors, but it seemed that even Xu Muzhou had forgotten that they had never been to the third floor of this school.

In a flash of thought, Yan Cen had already made up his mind, turned around and went to the third floor.

Xu Muzhou in the Academic Affairs Office didn't know what happened outside, he just sorted out all the documents he could see and piled them on the desk.He looked at the documents very quickly. He glanced at them and threw them on the ground if he didn't find any useful ones. If they seemed useful, he put them at hand first. If they involved Sun Qian or Wang Zhigang, he took them out separately, divided them into two piles and put them away one by one. .

His efficiency in sorting out information is very high. Within a few minutes, he sorted out the documents more than one meter high. The yellowed paper was thrown all over the floor, leaving only a dozen or so pages on the desktop. .

Xu Muzhou ran for half the night, and he was a little tired. He put the fluorescent ball by his hand, then pulled the chair and sat down, flipping through the rest of the materials, while waiting for Yan Cen to come back.

Most of the dean's documents here are teaching plans and curriculum arrangements. Xu Muzhou looked through them carefully, only to find that there is indeed something wrong here.

Sun Qian has too many classes.

Logically speaking, in 1983, when English classes in elementary schools were not popular at all, even if English teachers were hired from outside, English classes should be concentrated in the third grade and above.But judging from Wang Zhigang's class schedule here, Sun Qian's English class will start from the first grade of elementary school.There are six grades in this elementary school, and each grade has two classes. Among the twelve classes, Sun Qian has more than four classes almost every day.Three of these classes are not one after another, but every other class from the first one in the morning.

That is to say, judging from Sun Qian's class schedule, her first, third, afternoon first and third afternoon classes are all in the process of attending classes.

In addition, Xu Muzhou also found an on-duty list, which is exactly the same as the one posted on the wall of the tea room, but the information should be more complete.Xu Muzhou found that each page contained the duty schedule for January, and the duty schedule should contain the entire year's work.

Xu Muzhou found the page in the tea room, flipped through a few pages, and found that the scheduling rules were mostly consistent with what he had seen before.

Xu Muzhou frowned and thought for a moment, put down the documents in his hand, rummaged through the pile of papers at his feet, and took out a few homeroom schedules.He found the name on the class schedule, and compared it with the duty list, only to be sure that the head teacher was not on duty on Saturdays and Sundays.

So according to Sun Qian's class schedule, as the class teacher, she has to stay at school for a whole day every day, and she doesn't have a day off in rotation. She also has to be on duty at school on Saturdays and Sundays, which is very abnormal in itself.

The information that this form can give is too limited, so Xu Muzhou suppressed his doubts for the time being, pushed back his chair, and looked at the drawer under the desk.The drawer was tightly closed and could not be pulled open, so Xu Muzhou had no choice but to find a rusty screwdriver in the house, and spent a long time trying to pry the lock on it.He shook his numb hand, lowered his head and opened the largest drawer in the middle.

There are several thick notebooks in the drawer, and a photo is placed face down on the top of the notebook.Xu Muzhou reached out and turned the photo over, only to find that it was a beautiful woman.

The woman in the photo has long hair with a shawl, is wearing a camel cashmere sweater, and has a light purple scarf on her shoulders, smiling softly at the camera.

It's Sun Qian.