don't you have a wife of your own

In the end, Wujo Wulai tied it up—the two of them wrapped the shoes and trousers with plastic wrap, and after confirming that the location where the plastic wrap was tied was higher than the water surface, they entered the corridor on the third floor.

The corridor on the third floor has no windows and no offices, and there are cold and hard walls on both sides.Gojo Satoru shined the flashlight on the wall, and saw many traces of dark moss and water flow.He estimated the width of the corridor, and said, "This width is only about three meters, but from the outside of the activity center, the three floors have the same plan area."

Oikawa Tsukimi scraped the wet moss on the wall with his fingers, and leaned close to the wall to listen to the sound.After she listened to the left and then to the right, Gojo Satoru asked, "What did you hear?"

"The back is empty."

Ji Chuanyuejian bent his fingers and tapped on the right wall, and said, "The floor area of ​​the third floor should be the same as that of the first floor of the second floor, but there is no office on the third floor...huh?"

Gojo Satoru walked behind Oi Chuanyuejian, bent down slightly, and completely enveloped her in his arms: "What's wrong?"

Oi Chuanyuejian pulled off the sleeve of his jacket to cover his fist, and wiped the moss on the wall vigorously: after the moss was wiped off, the cement behind was exposed.

Oi Chuanyuejian: "This is cement, not ceramic tiles."

Gojo Satoru immediately understood what she meant, turned back to a place further ahead, and hung up the moss with the end of the flashlight: "This is a tile. This moss can grow quite well, and the tile is covered with a layer."

Ji Chuanyuejian took two steps back, gesturing the distance between the tile area and the cement area: "Look at the wall about two meters ahead!"

Gojo Satoru walked two meters forward and wiped off a thick layer of moss on it: "It's cement! The distance between the cement and the tile area is exactly the distance between every office door on the second floor!"

"It means that the third floor originally had the same structure as the second floor, but the door of the office on the third floor was sealed with cement—why was it sealed? Is it to hold the sacrificial offerings?"

Ji Chuanyuejian frowned and said in a low voice, "But where did they get so many sacrifices?"

"Obviously there are never more than five sacrifices brought into the third floor each time, as long as an empty office is more than enough..."

Reminiscent of the number of students he saw in the class before, Gojo Satoru also felt that it was very unreasonable to use such a large space to detain sacrifices.But if it is not used to hold sacrifices, what is it used to hold?

He used a flashlight to illuminate a small piece of floor in front of him, and said, "It's useless for us to guess here. We'd better enter the chairman's room first, maybe there will be more clues."

"Let's go, don't just stand there."

Oi Chuanyuejian Xiao ran to catch up to Gojo Satoru, grabbed the corner of his coat, and the two continued to wade forward.

Gojo Satoru shone a flashlight on the walls on both sides as he walked, and said: "The wall on the left is also covered with cement. Maybe it was originally a window, but it was sealed with cement at the back... There are still traces of hanging photo frames on it."

Oikawa Tsukimi also scanned with the flashlight: "This may be to prevent something from escaping the third floor."

"Compared to the second floor, there must be more danger hidden on the third floor."

[Please ask the player to pass an inspiration]

The sound of the dice falling to the ground was caught off guard, and the sound of beeping and spinning fell into the ears, making people upset.

Everything in front of Gojo Satoru suddenly distorted: the unknown liquid under his feet disappeared, and the gloomy scene blocked by layers of cement on both sides also disappeared.

The floor of the corridor is a clean wooden floor. On the left side of the corridor is a row of open windows, and the sun is shining in from the outside.On the right is the office door separated by a certain distance.

click - click -

The sound of the little leather shoes stepping on the ground was crisp.Gojo Satoru subconsciously looked towards the source of the voice, and saw Oikawa Tsukimi standing under the sun, wearing a blue school uniform, and another girl with white hair and purple pupils.

The girl held Oi Chuanyuejian's arm, hanging on her body lazily like a big cat: "Oi Chuanchuan~ What should I do? That idiot said that the Astronomy Club will be banned!"

"Why don't I run for the current president? This way the Astronomy Club won't have to worry about being canceled due to insufficient numbers!"

Ji Chuanyue let the other party hang on her body, turned her head to the side and said something, smiling lightly with crooked eyes.Gojo Satoru didn't hear what Oi Chuan Yuejian said clearly, and subconsciously took a step forward—the girl hanging on Oi Chuan Yuejian suddenly turned her head to look at Gojo Satoru. There was a purple inverted crown mark under her left eye.

The girl's purple eyes were staring straight ahead with malice, and her face showed a loose provocation: "Ah, Mr. Satake came to see Oi Chuanchuan again, so I have to eat alone at noon~ He Chuanchuan, I will eat alone at noon , it will be very lonely."

Ji Chuanyue also raised his eyes and looked over.She showed a polite smile in the direction of Gojo Satoru, then turned her head and whispered to the girl: "You come to the art room and find me to eat together."

"Teacher Wutiao? Teacher Wutiao?"

An anxious call gradually came from his ear, Gojo Satoru was taken aback, the scene he saw just now was like a hallucination—now the hallucination dissipated, he was still standing in the dark corridor, only the faint light of the flashlight was still flashing .

Oi Chuanyue Jian was tiptoeing and shaking his hands in front of his eyes: "Teacher Wujo, can you hear me?"

Gojo Satoru grabbed Oi Chuanyuejian's dangling hand: "I can hear you...don't shake it, it's giving me a headache."

I don't know if it's the sequelae of inspiration, but Gojo Satoru really feels his temples throbbing violently.

He knew that what he had just seen was not real at all.It should be because something related was triggered, so I was forced to see the related clip.But that scene didn't seem to be anything special, at most it could let him know that Chuan Yuejian had been to the third floor before the school had an accident.

Oi Chuanyuejian stood on tiptoe, gently pressed and rubbed Gojo Satoru's temples with his warm fingers: "Is this any better?"

The strength and technique of her pressing were just right, which even made Wujo Satoru want to lie down and sleep for a comfortable feeling immediately.

He stood up straight and said in a muffled voice, "I'm fine."

Seeing that Gojo Satoru seemed to be fine, Oi Chuanyuejian withdrew his hand hesitantly: "What happened to you just now? You suddenly stopped moving, and there was no response to talking to you, as if you were being haunted by something."

Gojo Satoru: "It's nothing, let's keep going."

He continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened, and Ji Chuanyuejian looked at him worriedly, but thoughtfully did not ask any further questions.The two continued on in the quiet corridor.

Gojo Satoru recalled his actions just now, and tentatively shone the flashlight on the concrete wall on the left again—but the moment the light of the flashlight swept up, Gojo Satoru froze.

The walls he saw in front of him had only remnants of photo frames and no photos.But this time, Gojo Satoru's flashlight actually took a photo!

On the huge photo frame, there is a girl with her back facing him, raising her hand to tear her own skin from the back of her neck!

The girl was wearing a cyan school uniform, her top was completely stripped off, and her skin was torn to the center of her spine, exposing intertwined muscle tissue and vaguely pale bones.

She knelt on the white dinner plate, her skirt spread out like a morning glory and was smeared with blood, surrounded by vaguely shaped monsters holding huge knives and forks.

[Please ask the player to pass an inspiration. 】

[Player please be sane, sc11d41]

The dice landed with a crisp sound.