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It was lunch time again, and this time it was a large plate of bright fried pork slices.

This time it wasn't just Qiao Que and the others, almost everyone remembered the strange name of the little girl who first appeared in the photo.

They all showed panic.

A few girls turned pale and looked like they were about to pass out. After holding back for a while, they rushed out of the cafeteria crying, probably throwing up.

Because of blood loss and injury, the sequined girl ate more than other girls in order to supplement her nutrition. At this moment, her legs were so weak that she couldn't even stand up, and she sat on the ground speechless.

Her two teammates didn't look as good as her, and they crouched in the corner and scratched their throats.

The woman in black didn't mind everyone's reaction at all. It should be said that she enjoyed everyone's collapse at the moment, as if the extra preferential treatment these days was all for the current scene.

With a malicious smile flashing in her eyes, she added as if it wasn't enough, "Hey guests, what's the matter with you? Are you not acclimatized? I created this dish by myself. It's called - fried ten Seven... Ah, sorry, I miscalculated, it should be fried eighteen."

shit...

What kind of killer is this...

It was like firing the last shot in everyone's heart.

Even Qiao Que, who had never touched meat dishes from beginning to end, was trembling and retching.

And the two girls sitting across from him who firmly believed in his sexuality hugged each other and almost passed out.

Zhao Kexin was covered in hairs and stood on his head, unable to vent his emotions, so he picked up a fruit knife and sharpened a wooden stick to relieve his emotions.

The creaking noise was a headache.

Among so many people, only Jiang Luchi maintained a calm and upright sitting posture. His eyes fell on Qiao Que's face. Qiao Que immediately turned to the channel and nodded slightly.

He regained his composure, walked forward, helped the girl with sequins, winked at Zhao Kexin, and helped her out from under the eyes of the woman in black.

The woman in black had a smile on her mouth, but her eyes were still cold.She didn't say anything, just watched them leave the restaurant like this.

The sequined girl was still very strong, retched a few times, stroked her throat vigorously, and regained her spirits.

She reached out to stop Qiao Que: "I'm fine, thank you. This is a good opportunity, let's go find that child."

Qiao Que: It's a coincidence that we think so too... It's best if you can understand, if you don't understand, maybe you will be abandoned in the hall.

Not long after this idea came to mind, I saw several teammates sitting on the stairs in the hall. They were the ones who were helped out by the team members just now, and they were all ruthlessly abandoned on the stairs, and no one cared about them.

They are basically just drooping their heads with red eyes now, looking calm and controllable, no longer the horse-like despair just now.

The exaggerated performance before was somewhat of an acting skill, it's really hard to say.

Qiao Que: ...

There are deep tricks in the rivers and lakes.

They quickly touched the classroom on the other side, and there were already two male teammates in it. The child was sitting in his seat, looking at them with a confused face.

Seeing them coming, a teammate shook his head with a wry smile: "I've been asking for a long time, but I can't find anything."

The child was fair-skinned, with a round apple face, big watery eyes, a thin body, and not as lively as other children.

Qiao Que knelt down and smiled as much as possible: "What's your name?"

The child smiled shyly, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "I don't have a name."

Qiao Que was surprised: "No name?"

He turned his head, exchanged glances with Zhao Kexin and Jiang Luchi, then asked him in a slow voice, "Then...why do all your friends have names? Deep-fried third child? Braised in soy sauce? Steamed? Stir-fried? "

After saying these few words, he himself shivered in disgust.

The child showed a confused expression, shook his head and repeated: "We don't have a name. The teacher said that we can only ask our parents to name us after we find our parents. We only have a code name."

"Code name?"

"Yes." The child smiled and said, "My name is 666."

Qiao Que: ...

Your name is very lucky ah?

No, are you a system?

Do you know 438?

Zhao Kexin thought of something, and squatted down like Qiao Que, showing an amiable smile: "My sister asked you, do you like playing hide-and-seek? When you play hide-and-seek, where do you usually like to hide? Tell my sister, okay?" .”

good question!Kexin sister Goodjob!

Qiao Que applauded warmly in his heart.

The child lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "I don't like hide-and-seek."

Zhao Kexin: ...

The child was afraid that they would not believe it, so he said it again seriously: "Really. I don't like hide-and-seek. Although everyone likes it very much, I don't like playing it."

Qiao Que: ...

How could there be such a misfit ghost!

Successfully chatted to death!

No matter how you ask, the child is ignorant and unable to provide any effective information.

Now this child is the only one missing from the family portrait, and I don't know why he has grown into this different flower.Several taskers present looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to do.

Qiao Que used his trump card and said seriously, "Did you sneak out of the room behind your teacher's back last night?"

The expression on the child's face suddenly changed.

He suddenly grabbed Qiao Que's hand and begged, "Brother, don't tell the teacher, okay?"

Huh?There is drama.

Qiao Que deliberately continued to say with a straight face: "Then what are you going out to do at night? Tell my brother, and my brother will not tell the teacher, okay?"

The child nodded weakly, and was about to say yes when he was suddenly interrupted by a chuckle.

"Guests, what are you doing here if you don't go to eat? The food is not suitable for eating when it is cold."

"Fuck!" "Damn!" "Fuck!"

Everyone on the scene was discouraged and swearing at the same time. Because of the excessive uniformity, they merged into a thunderous swearing, with momentum like a rainbow!

The woman in black has a delicate expression: ...

Qiao Que rubbed her head fiercely: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The woman in black stretched out her hand to the child: "Okay, don't disturb the guests, the teacher will give you an art class."

There was a moment of fright on the child's face, but he still said "yes" obediently, then walked to the woman in black and held her hand.

The woman bowed, took the child's hand, and left with her head raised.

The child looked back at Qiao Que pitifully, hesitated to speak, and followed him away.

Qiao Que walked back to Jiang Luchi dejectedly: "What should we do now?"

Zhao Kexin was also very angry: "I almost got the key information. Isn't this woman too sensitive? Huh?! There is only the last child left. She is so defensive, we are really passive."

Jiang Luchi leaned against the wall next to the blackboard, holding the compass between his fingers, and turned it unconsciously: "At present, it can be speculated that this woman cannot kill people during the day, only at night. This child obviously knows this. Suppose he He is avoiding women, and he is clearly in an absolutely safe area as soon as he returns to the bedroom, so why do you think he appeared in the garden?"

Qiao Que's eyes lit up: "He can't go back to his room? Or, is he also looking for something?"

Zhao Kexin snapped his fingers handsomely: "So... we can definitely catch him tonight, and then tie him back to our territory and slowly interrogate him?"

Qiao Que: ...

No, why are you using words so strangely?

What did you experience in your Buddhist training seminar, sister Kexin?

What about the Department of Literature?

He's just a kid!

After being interrupted like this, they lost their appetites. After thinking about it, a few of them went back to the restaurant, intending to fill their stomachs with some bread.

Joe? A big snacker? Que said he was fearless, and took Mai Li from his backpack pocket to eat.

Halfway through, he suddenly let out a puzzled "Huh?".

Reaching into the inner layer of the bag, he took out the diary with the obsessive lock.

The diary is completely different from last night.

The air entangled on it is so thick that it looks like a bulging invertebrate octopus stuffed in a backpack. After taking it out, it can't wait to surge and swell. All the tentacles spread outward, as if they smelled something, and they were so excited that they danced wildly.

Qiao Que's hand holding the notebook trembled slightly: I am going to take off, right?Could it be that this thing is the boss?

...I bored Boss with pickled pepper chicken feet all night?

Zhao Kexin saw that he suddenly started shaking with his diary in his hands, he looked like a loyal minister who was about to admonish him with death.

She looked suspicious: "You... want to sacrifice to heaven?"

Qiao Que turned back crying: "I feel like this thing is going to explode!"

Zhao Kexin was taken aback by him, and almost drew his knife. He looked up and down for a long time, but he didn't see anything wrong. It was still the dusty diary, which Qiao Que quietly held in front of his head.

Jiang Luchi walked up to Qiao Que, touched the diary in his hand, concentrated for a moment, and said, "Look carefully at its aura, if there is something pointing to it."

Qiao Que was taken aback for a moment, and immediately raised his head to look carefully at the increasingly uncontrollable Qi in front of him.

Its claws and claws fluttered in the wind, vaguely pointing to a position.

Right in front of it is the family portrait.

All the energy in this diary is desperately rushing towards that family portrait.

Qiao Que turned over the diary in his hand in surprise.

"Is my guess right? Do you really need to restore this family portrait before you can open this diary?"

Jiang Luchi touched the frame of the photo again, and said, "It looks like this now."

They didn't stand in front of the family portrait for long, because soon many other teammates came forward to discuss countermeasures, so Qiao Que had to put the notebook in his backpack into his backpack and stopped talking.

It was doomed that this lunch would not be a good one. In the afternoon, Qiao Que and the three of them simply went back to the room to recharge their batteries and stop wasting time outside the house.

Qiao Que and Zhao Kexin shared Mai Li's vegetarian food together, looked at Jiang Luchi who was sitting with his eyes closed, and asked, "Brother Chi, why is this 666 different from other children?"

Jiang Luchi still had his eyes closed, but for some reason, Qiao Que felt that he was a little unhappy.

His tone was slightly cool: "You chatted with that child for so long today, didn't you find that his Qi is different from other children?"

Qiao Que was stunned, and immediately thought about it carefully.

But the qi on these children was very weak, and Qiao Que couldn't recall what the qi on him was like in the classroom with poor lighting.

He blinked and was so ashamed that he dared not speak.

Jiang Luchi opened his eyes and looked at him who was curled up into a ball of curly hair, sighed, his tone slowed down: "I'm the one who got impatient."