I rely on force value to clear the dungeon [unlimited]

After finally getting out of school, Xiao Ling was already yawning again and again.

That murderous aura completely disappeared like an illusion, and it never appeared again.

Wang Xiaojun gave Xiaoling a puzzled look. Ever since they ran out of the first class, they never left the classroom again. Whether it was the end of get out of class or the big break, Xiaoling lay on the table to catch up on sleep. Feng Congmian also He just sat in his original position with a guarding posture, and didn't let them get close to make a sound.

Xiaoling didn't even go to the cafeteria for lunch break, just waiting for Feng Congmian to go to the cafeteria to get him a meal like a lazy cancer, and they couldn't see the enthusiasm for doing the task at all.

Wang Xiaojun opened his mouth a few times as if he wanted to say something.

Wang Xiaoyan gave him a look, meaning to let him leave it alone.

A woman's intuition is often very keen, and her sixth sense tells her that they are definitely not as simple as they appear on the surface. They seem to be passive and sabotage, but they may have grasped some important clues.

Xiaoling didn't care what the others thought, he and Feng Congmian packed up their things and walked out of the classroom, as if they couldn't wait to go back to the dormitory.

Huang Xiangxiang looked at their backs as they went away and muttered something, although he couldn't hear clearly, but there was a vague meaning of contempt.

Xiaoling's composure when Mr. Zhang went mad this morning and his clever play in the first quarter made him really think he was a real person, but later on he showed his true colors, as weak as his appearance, and he didn't even dare to go down to eat. I'm afraid it wasn't the first class that I saw something and was frightened.

This kind of person can have teammates who are so good at protecting people, why should his teammates be just random cats and dogs, and both of them are dead.

Thinking of this, Huang Xiangxiang's expression became more and more dissatisfied.

Chang Gaochao glanced at him, said nothing, and lowered his head to pack up his book.

But Xiaoling and the others didn't rush back to the dormitory like the others thought, instead they turned around and walked to the depths of the corridor.

In the depths of the corridor is the office. The structure of the teaching building is a bit peculiar. The blood-red door of the office in the deepest part of the darkness is like a huge mouth of an abyss.

He was already ready to fight, but he walked all the way to the door of the office, but he didn't even see anyone.

These teachers seemed to be afraid of something, and they all left as soon as the school bell rang.

Xiaoling pushed open a crack in the door and looked inside, only to see Teacher Zhang hurriedly putting away things inside.

There were still people inside.

Although Xiaoling was surprised, she didn't panic at all.

He had already observed Teacher Zhang when he was furious at that time. Although the strength was not like ordinary people, if they dared to resist at that time, things might have been completely different.

It's a pity that they are easily disturbed by inertial thinking. Faced with that situation, they subconsciously feel that they must not be able to fight. However, even if they want to resist the crazy teacher, with their combat power, they have to fight together. What about people who are not counted as sacrifices?

Xiao Ling did not hide at all, so he was quickly discovered by Teacher Zhang.

Seeing the surprised expressions of the two of them outside the door, Mr. Zhang thought that the students might have seen his flustered appearance just now, so he pulled his face down: "Who told you to come here?"

Xiaoling's acting skills went online in a second: "The math teacher asked us to get the test papers."

Teacher Zhang glanced down at the watch in his hand, unconsciously showing an anxious expression on his face: "Remember to close the door when you find the paper."

I am ready for a fight, and I have to take out the weapons, you tell me that's it?

The little devil in Xiaoling's heart poked his head out, and he nodded to Feng Congmian.

Feng Congmian immediately blocked the door of the office, and Teacher Zhang stopped hurriedly.

"what are you doing?"

Teacher Zhang was irritated, but he still held back his anger because

Xiaoling's curiosity was aroused, he really wanted to know what his teacher Zhang was afraid of.

With his back turned to him, Xiaoling spoke softly, with a bit of teasing that was not easy to detect: "I don't know where the math teacher is sitting, teacher, you should know."

Teacher Zhang raised his hand and glanced at the watch again. After seeing the time on it, he pointed anxiously at a table full of students' homework, and then started to walk forward again.

It's a pity that Feng Congmian's footsteps are still firm, and he has no intention of giving way at all.

Teacher Zhang was completely angry. He seemed to want to hit someone but he held the ruler but didn't do it. He just glared at Feng Congmian who was blocking the way.

"Get out of the way, or don't blame me for beating you up."

Feng Congmian lowered his eyes, and his expression didn't even change when he heard the threats.

Xiaoling asked him to block the door, so he did so, even if the boss came now, he would stand here without blinking.

"Beat the disabled? We didn't break the school's rules, why did you beat us?" Xiaoling pretended to be surprised, her bright almond eyes were full of cunning.

As he expected, Teacher Zhang couldn't say a word as if he was choked up, blushing with anger, and his neck was thick, but he didn't let go of the ruler he was clenched in his hand.

As early as the first day, when Mr. Zhang couldn't wait to punish Li Jiaojun and Tian Xinxin, he had an idea, and now his actions have proved that his idea is true.

Teacher Zhang is just an obstacle in this demon realm. He has great restrictions. Like the boss, if they don't touch the killing conditions, he can't attack them. He can only maintain a superficially harmonious teacher-student relationship with them.

Just like he agreed with Xiaoling to go to the infirmary, he is still a teacher in his identity.

"Teacher, aren't you in a hurry?" The clear and clear voice of a teenager came from this empty and gloomy office.

As the sun began to set, there was a whining sound of wind outside. For a while, people couldn't tell whether it was pure wind or someone crying secretly in the dark.

But just now there was no wind at all.

Teacher Zhang was frightened by the wind, and changed his angry appearance just now to start a two-way battle. He knew that his details had been seen through, and there was no school rule that students were not allowed to stay in the office, and he could not beat people in violation of the restrictions.

Teacher Zhang put down the ruler that he had been holding high, and gave up on himself: "What are you guys trying to do?"

Xiaoling turned around, her tone was still mild but her eyes gradually became sharper, and she said, "I want to know what happened in this school."

Teacher Zhang was frightened: "I don't know, I can't tell you this." There was a little tremor in his voice.

Feng Congmian summoned the "weapon" at some point, and held it in his hand, as if you would kill someone without telling the truth.

If you can get the truth of the matter so quickly, then it can't be the fourth level of demon realm.

If it was a boundary breaker, it would still be possible to spend time pressing for routine questions, but Xiaoling only wanted to know about the boss, so he changed the question: "Why are you in such a hurry to go back?"

Teacher Zhang's eyes showed hesitation.

Feng Congmian took the black dagger and made a beautiful cut in his hand.

Xiaoling smiled: "You answered our question, we will let you go back."

One of the two of them acted red-faced and the other innocent-faced. Teacher Zhang agreed after struggling for a few seconds.

"Students died frequently in the school this week. Originally, it was only one student who committed suicide. Later, ten people in our class suddenly disappeared. The principal put a lot of effort into suppressing the incident. Come to you ten transfer students to fill in the blanks, but just before you came, students from other classes kept disappearing, but they didn’t go missing together like ten students from our class.” Teacher Zhang was very angry when he said these words The indifferent, missing students are obviously the students in his class, but he is like an irrelevant bystander.

Feng Congmian raised his eyebrows: "What happened to the student who committed suicide?"

Teacher Zhang didn't look at his watch this time. He turned his head and saw the sun that was about to set. Just when they were entangled, the sun was almost set. The students all disappeared after the sun went down, and they didn’t go back to the dormitory, so they must have disappeared somewhere on the campus, so I don’t need to say how dangerous the campus is at night, right?”

After he finished speaking, he bypassed Feng Congmian and wanted to leave.

Xiaoling nodded, and Feng Congmian obediently let the door open.

They stood in place, watching him walk out without looking back, and finally slowly swallowed by the darkness outside the office.

At this moment, the only light left in the whole building is the office. The pale light seems to flicker from time to time due to poor contact, and the open windows creak.

Looking carefully, it seems that there are still black shadows lying on it, but when Dingqing looks at it, it seems that there are only branches shaking.

Xiaoling went to the desk that Teacher Zhang had just tidied up and rummaged through it, and soon found the real purpose of his business—the class number table for Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School.

This kind of form marking the number of each student's name is very practical and is a must for the school.

And what he was looking for was not a normal form, but the form that used to be in Class [-] of Senior High School.

That pre-accident form.

Fortunately, Mr. Zhang hasn't thrown away all of them yet, and one of them was pushed down at the bottom. I don't know if it was done on purpose or forgotten.

Xiaoling's slender fingers slowly slid across the 59 names above.

He murmured in surprise: "Is there number 59?"

His fingers rested on it, on the name Cheng Shulu.

"Is she also a missing student?"

Feng Congmian denied: "No, according to what I said just now, only the first ten people from Class [-] and [-] should be missing, and we didn't see anything related to her, it doesn't seem like she disappeared suddenly."

Xiaoling tilted her head and continued: "It's more like the traces were deliberately erased."

"Yes." Feng Congmian touched the little curly hair dangling in front of his eyes.

"Could it be the student who committed suicide?" Not only did Feng Congmian notice the student who committed suicide in Teacher Zhang's mouth, Xiaoling also noticed it.

Feng Congmian's tone was a little more serious: "If she really committed suicide, then these missing students must have something to do with her."

They knew a little bit about the magic eye's routine, but this time the ghost boss never made a move to hurt anyone.

It's like hiding in a corner and spying on something viciously...