Neverland

Xu Muzhou's back felt cold, and an extremely absurd idea inexplicably appeared in his mind.

His hands trembled, and the photo fell lightly from between his fingers and landed in the drawer again.

Most of Sun Qian's face was buried by the shadow of the drawer, and her delicate face was even more gloomy.Xu Muzhou lowered his eyes subconsciously to look at the photo again. The texture of the old photo was distorted compared to the real one. The smile on the corner of Sun Qian's lips became extremely stiff after looking at it for a long time. Her eyes were deep, as if she was looking closely through the photo. He stared at Xu Muzhou closely.

Xu Muzhou's back was shivering from her gaze, and he stretched out his hand to cover the photo again.

On the other side, Yan Cen had already cautiously climbed up to the third floor along the wall.

The corridor on the third floor is very short, and facing the stairs are two wide wooden doors side by side. Yan Cen looked up to identify the nameplates on the two rooms, and found that the one on the left was the principal's office, and the one on the right was the archives room.

A light yellow halo spread out from the crack in the door of the principal's office, illuminating a small area at the door.The air is filled with an old and stale woody aroma. At first glance, the third floor looks more like an ordinary school than the lower floors.

Yan Cen stood at the door of the principal's office and thought for a moment, but instead of rushing into the room, he turned his head and opened the door of the archives room first.

The archives room was not locked. Yan Cen stood outside the door and glanced roughly, and found that the archives room was about the size of three classrooms. The outer windows were nailed to death by wooden boards, and four two-meter-high bookshelves were placed vertically inside the room.

Yan Cen closed the door with his backhand, thought for a while and left a gap three fingers wide, and then walked into the house in peace.

The top two bookshelves near the door were full of textbooks and some extracurricular books. Yan Cen touched it and found that a thick layer of dust had accumulated on it, and it hadn't been touched for a long time.

The third bookshelf is full of kraft paper boxes for documents and archives. It seems that there are some archives at last. Yan Cen squinted his eyes to identify the blurred writing on it, and finally found the belongings on the penultimate floor below. Sun Qian's book.

Sun Qian's files were thinner than others, Yan Cen slightly squatted down, trying to pull out the file box.

This posture oppressed his injured ankle, the sprained area was swollen badly, and was tightly bound by the bandage. The discomfort was second to none, and the main reason was that it hindered his activities.

Yan Cen disliked that thing being in the way, clicked his tongue impatiently, opened his trouser legs and wanted to remove the bandage on the wound, but just when his fingers touched the nondescript bowknot on his ankle, he seemed to have changed his mind temporarily.

"...Forget it." Yan Cen withdrew his hand, put down his trouser legs to cover the bandage, and then sighed helplessly: "The little fox is really troublesome."

He put his attention back on the bookshelf in front of him. There were a lot of files on this floor, and the file box was tightly packed. When Yan Cen pulled it hard, the bookshelf tilted violently according to his strength, and turned his head towards the He hit it!

Yan Cen stood up suddenly and took two steps back, the bookshelf cabinet hit the ground, making a loud muffled sound.The dust of the old age immediately spread across half of the room, Yan Cen choked up, turned his head and coughed dryly twice.

The clasp of the file box that he held in his hand just now was broken, and it was only fastened together in vain. After such a toss, the files inside were scattered all over the floor with a crash.

Sun Qian's file was mixed with other files, and she couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness for a while. Yan Cen came back to his senses, bent down and gathered the papers in front of him hastily. A special document stamped with the official seal.

[About Sun Qian's negligent punishment decision. 】

This penalty document is very short, probably only occupying half a page.The punishment measures including wage deduction and disqualification of professional titles were mentioned above, but the actual fault was written ambiguously, and only a general mention was made, saying that "being a teacher has a disadvantage in morality."

This kind of negligence charge sounds too unfounded, Yan Cen intuited that there was something else in it.However, before he finished reading, something flashed past the half-hidden doorway.

Yan Cen was very sensitive to this, he suddenly became alert, rolled a stack of files in his hand into a paper tube and pinned it to his waist, leaned his back against the wall, and walked lightly towards the door.

Outside the crack of the door was a shadowy black figure, passing along the door of the archives room, and was stopping at the door of the principal's office. Judging by its figure alone, it looked a bit like Sun Qian.

Yan Cen's eyes darkened, and the dagger was already in his hand.He approached the door, gently opened the door a little, and looked outside.

The visual space between the doors is too small, and Yan Cen can't really see the real situation. He can only see the light under the principal's office reflecting the figure at the door more erratically. Wandering back and forth outside the door.

Something seems wrong, Yan Cen thought.

The "Sun Qian" outside the door did not smell of blood, and even at such a close distance, Yan Cen did not hear the iconic sound of blood dripping from her body.

He put the dagger back on his forearm, held his breath and opened the door of the file room, and looked out, only to see that the "Sun Qian" outside was different from the one he fought against on the second floor—the other party had no entity , It's just a dark shadow, it seems that it will disperse when the wind blows.

Yan Cen didn't rush forward, he hid half of his body behind the door of the file room, quietly waiting for the shadow's next move.

The shadow lingered at the door of the principal's office for a while, and several times it even raised its hand, as if it wanted to knock on the door, but for some reason, it retracted it, and finally gave up the idea, staggering back After the next step, he left in a daze.

As if she hadn't seen Yan Cen, she lowered her head slightly, passed by him, walked down the stairs again, and disappeared on the jogging platform on the second and a half floors.

Yan Cen had never encountered such an abnormal situation before, and he couldn't figure out whether it was a world line bug caused by the parallel system of the two systems. He frowned and looked at the direction she was leaving, thought for a while, turned and pushed He opened the door to the principal's office.

The wick in the incandescent lamp has been burnt black, the power is not enough, the light emitted is not dazzling, Yan Cen stood at the door for half a second and got used to it.

The size of the principal's office is about the same as that of the archives room. When entering the door, there is a large activity space. There are two long old-fashioned black leather sofas against the wall. On the left side near the inner wall is a two-meter-long desk. Behind the tables and chairs are bookshelves covering the entire wall.

There was a ten-inch framed photo on the desk, Yan Cen picked it up and looked at it, and found that it was a big group photo similar to a family portrait.The biggest advantage of the old photos is that each person's name will be marked with gold-plated handwriting at the bottom. Yan Cenbi looked around the photo according to the names, and found that the old principal with a gentle face was sitting in the middle, and Sun Qian was standing in the middle. behind him.

The dean named Wang Zhigang was sitting on the left hand side of the principal. He was a bit fat, wearing a round melon skin hat, and his eyes narrowed into narrow slits when he smiled. He was a middle-aged man with a simple and honest appearance.

But at the same time, in the Academic Affairs Office downstairs, Xu Muzhou was facing a completely opposite photo and felt creepy.

He didn't find any more substantive clues in the Academic Affairs Office, but found a strange photo in a certain notebook.

This photo was firmly glued to the title page of the notebook and sealed inside by the cowhide cover of the title page. If Xu Muzhou hadn't been careful, he probably wouldn't have discovered this.

The spliced ​​photo is a group photo of Wang Zhigang and Sun Qian. The two and a half photos were glued crookedly together, and there are still torn burrs on the edge of the photo, which looks extremely out of tune.

In the photo, Sun Qian was standing in front of the teaching building of this elementary school, wearing a long coat and holding a letter of appointment in her hand. Although she looked haggard, she still cheered up and smiled at the camera.

But in the other half of the photo, Wang Zhigang was wearing a summer suit. His white half sleeves were washed yellow, and his neckline was already baggy. His eyes were bright, and he was sitting on a small bench.The half of Sun Qian's photo was glued to his side obliquely, forming a snuggling posture.

This photo looked so weird that Xu Muzhou felt his back getting hairy. He put this photo together with Sun Qian's single photo, and rubbed his face with his hands.

Yan Cen didn't come back for a long time, Xu Muzhou was also beating drums in his heart. He stood up and swayed around the room twice to divert his attention, but he still couldn't help wondering if Yan Cen had some accident outside, or if he was caught by someone. Something stumbled.

He doesn't have the precise time perception like Yan Cen. After staying in a dark environment for a long time, he will feel that the time is getting slower and slower. He even feels that Yan Cen has already walked for more than half an hour.

Xu Muzhou walked around the room like a headless chicken for countless times before the door of the Academic Affairs Office creaked softly.He was startled, and then saw Yan Cen nimbly sliding in through the crack of the door, and finally heaved a long sigh of relief.

I didn't feel it when we were together before, but only now did I realize how reassuring it is to have a companion by my side in this environment.

"Where have you been?" Xu Muzhou asked in a low voice.

Yan Cen obviously didn't know what kind of mess Xu Muzhou was thinking about here, and he took out the documents hidden on his body while walking towards the desk.

"I went to the archives room on the third floor." Yan Cen spread the archives on the table and motioned Xu Muzhou to come over and take a look: "I stopped by the principal's office to check, and found some problems."

"Wait for a while." Xu Muzhou raised his hand to interrupt him, he took the schedule from the table and handed it to Yan Cen, and said, "Look at this first."

Xu Muzhou wanted to tell him about the suspicious points he found, but he didn't want Yan Cen to just take a glance and assert: "No, this is not Sun Qian's schedule."

"Why not?" Xu Muzhou was taken aback, pointing to Sun Qian's signature in the lower right corner of the timetable, and said, "This is indeed Sun Qian's timetable."

"No." Yan Cen shook his head with certainty.

"I saw the general class schedule in the principal's office." Yan Cen said: "In this school, only the sixth grade has English classes, and Sun Qian's total class schedule is two classes a week."