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Even if hundreds of thousands of chickens and rabbits are placed in this cage, it is still a problem of chickens and rabbits in the same cage, and the algorithm is the same.Others just think that there are too many chickens and rabbits locked inside, so they don't count.

After recovering from the shock, everyone fell silent, quietly waiting for Lu Chenzhao to give an answer.

But Lu Chenzhao didn't speak, he just turned his head and looked at Zhou Yan with a embarrassed face.

Everyone panicked: "!!!"

No way!

Couldn't the boss! ?

Zhou Yan's eyelids lifted up, and the expression on his face barely touched the edge of surprise, which was fleeting: "Don't act."

"Oh." Lu Chenzhao gave a long answer, and said with a smile, "If you don't want to watch it, forget it."

The man standing at the door of 304 urged: "Your time is almost up..."

Lu Chenzhao rushed to give the answer: "2222 chickens, 3333 rabbits."

"You're pretty quick." The man grabbed the doorknob with a sullen face and was about to close the door. "The question I asked is very simple. Next time you meet another teacher, you won't be so lucky."

"Thank you for the reminder." Lu Chenzhao smiled, "It's a pity that I'm not the one to ask the question next time, so your kindness will be in vain."

He is not reminding, he is scaring!The man's face darkened, and he slammed the door shut.

The session of asking questions to the school teacher was finally over. Almost at the moment when the door of 304 was closed, the members of the Miyue team and the Dream of Everything team dispersed, and went back to their respective homes. Hao dragged them into 303 where they lived.

The entire corridor on the third floor was empty, only Zhou Yan and Lu Chenzhao remained here.

Lu Chenzhao looked at Zhou Yan with a smile: "Shall we go back too?"

Zhou Yan nodded, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

The footsteps of the two people were very light. From the third floor to the fifth floor, none of the sensor lights were on.

Zhou Yan took out the key to open the door, took off the long coat, and hung it on the hanger near the door as usual.

Lu Chenzhao stretched out his hand and poked the black box inside through the left pocket of his coat: "Captain, the pollutant with the number 'SRD-008', is it inappropriate to hang it at the door like this?"

Zhou Yan said coldly: "Play wherever you think it's suitable."

"That's what you said." Lu Chenzhao smiled and took the black box out of his coat and put it on the bedside table in Zhou Yan's bedroom.

Zhou Yan: "...you used to put it in this kind of place?"

"No." Lu Chenzhao glanced at the pillow on the bed, "When performing tasks with other people, I usually put the black box on the bed."

Zhou Yan naturally didn't believe it: "They dare not stay in the same room with you."

"Of course not." Lu Chenzhao smiled, as if thinking about something, "I live in a room by myself."

"This room is for you."

Zhou Yan didn't hesitate, turned and left.

On the bed, there were still shallow pressure marks left by Zhou Yan when he was resting on the quilt.Lu Chenzhao looked down, sat on the edge of the bed, moved his fingertips along the edge of the indentation, and drew a long line: "Captain, do you really want to leave me the bed you slept in..."

His voice was so low that Zhou Yan didn't hear it.

Zhou Yan had never been to the other room in 502. He thought that Lu Chenzhao had either stayed in the living room or stayed in the black box for the past few hours, so he must have never been there.

It wasn't until after washing and going to bed that Zhou Yan realized something was wrong.

Under the quilt and on the sheets, there was the hot woody fragrance that he had smelled on Lu Chenzhao before, exuding warmth.

Lu Chenzhao not only slept on this bed, but also covered it with this quilt.

After lying down for a while, Zhou Yan was almost marinated by the warm smell.

Sleepiness suddenly struck, Zhou Yan closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Yan was dreaming again.

This time, what he dreamed of was no longer the scene of the people summoning the evil gods, but a strange yet familiar room.

The furnishings in the room are very similar to those in his study, but very different.

In his dream, Zhou Yan was like a camera that was turned on, he could only see the images that happened at a fixed angle of view, if it was beyond the shooting range of the camera, he would not be able to see anything.

In the picture, a vague figure stands in front of the bookshelf, flipping through something like a book.He was wearing a black robe, and judging from his figure and attire, he should be a man.

Zhou Yan couldn't see his face clearly, nor could he see what book he was holding, but he could only feel the noble and inviolable aura that seemed to be born in the other party.

Another blurry figure entered the picture, he knelt on the ground, bowed his head obediently, not daring to look up at the person standing by the bookshelf.

His mouth opened and closed, but Zhou Yan didn't hear a word he said, and the man standing by the bookshelf rarely responded to him, only nodded or shook his head occasionally.

After a long time, the person kneeling on the ground turned his head, looked towards the direction where Zhou Yan was in the dream, glanced quickly, and lowered his head again.

"That black box, what are you going to use it for?"

For some reason, Zhou Yan heard what he said very clearly.

The man standing in front of the bookshelf turned his head slightly, and also glanced in the direction of Zhou Yan: "Give me a gift."

The man's eyes suddenly became clear and deep, and his eyes as thick as night stared quietly at Zhou Yan, which gave him a feeling similar to heart palpitations, a feeling that something uncontrollable was about to happen.

Zhou Yan's head suddenly started to hurt.

When the headache reached the critical point that he could no longer bear, Zhou Yan woke up.

He sat on the bed covering his face with one hand, unconsciously twitching his hot eyelids with his fingertips.

In another room of 502, the black box shook violently, throwing Lu Chenzhao out of it.

Lu Chenzhao lay down on the bed, stretched out his hand to hold down the shaking black box: "Don't move around."

Three minutes passed, and Lu Chenzhao kept this posture all the time, as if he was thinking, but also seemed to be listening to the movement in another room.

When the box stopped shaking, Lu Chenzhao tapped the box a few times with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "I knew it, you can't help it."

Hearing these words, the ribbon hanging on the black box seemed to come alive, waving fawningly, and wrapped around Lu Chenzhao's fingers.

On Saturday morning, the snow was still falling.

Zhou Yan and the others didn't leave any rubbish in the room last night, and everyone came out of the room empty-handed.

At eight o'clock in the morning, ten people and nine figures gathered downstairs in the staff dormitory of the Experimental Primary School.

With yesterday's experience, everyone's fear of Lu Chenzhao has been slightly reduced. At least in the absence of Lu Chenzhao, they will no longer hide four or five meters away from Zhou Yan, and can stand about two meters away from Zhou Yan. The place.

The weather was colder than yesterday, and Ning jumped up and down a few times: "Captain Zhou, should we eat first, or should we look for clues first?"

Zhou Yan: "Eat first."

The experimental primary school was closed, and the school cafeteria was closed. Zhou Yan and the others wanted to eat, so they had to go to the restaurant outside the school.

On the way to the restaurant, people from other teams got together with Ning Luan to exchange their feelings about last night.

"It is written in the rules that no matter what noise you hear after midnight, you can't open the door and go to the corridor. I thought something terrible would happen after zero o'clock, but nothing happened."

"It's good that nothing happened, don't poison your milk."

"Hopefully nothing horrible will happen tonight, I want to sleep well."

……

Zhou Yan walked in front with a cold face, his mind was full of the dream he had last night.

Is the black box in the dream the black box in his pocket?

If so, why did he have this dream?

Is it just because he took the black box for a day, based on reality, this dream came into being, or is there some other reason?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan frowned slightly.

He always felt that the eyes of the man in the dream were very familiar, very similar to the eyes he saw in the previous dream, hidden far away in the darkness, darker and thicker than the night.

Zhou Yan silently put his left hand into his coat pocket, and clenched the black box in the inner pocket.

Coincidentally, Teacher Zhao Yuanze also had dinner at the restaurant where Zhou Yan and the others had breakfast.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Zhao Yuanze took the key and led the crowd to Class [-], Grade [-], which was on the same floor as the Grade [-] office, and opened the door to invite them in.

"I'll trouble you all for finding clues." Zhao Yuanze stood at the door and said to them, "I'm going to the office to prepare lessons. If you find any clues, you can come and tell me at any time."

Zhao Yuanze left after speaking, and there were only nine people left in the classroom of Class Two, Grade Three.

Zhou Yan put the black box in his pocket on the desk, reached out and knocked: "Lu Chenzhao, the second class of the third grade is here."

"Captain, please find a place where no one is around. I don't want others to see how I got out."

Lu Chenzhao's smiling voice came out of the box.

Thinking of the unpleasant experience yesterday, Zhou Yan said sullenly, "It's not something that is not suitable for others to see."

"really?"

Thick fog suddenly overflowed from the box, and everyone who had eaten half of the melon was so frightened that they all turned their backs to Zhou Yan and the black box, wishing they could stick themselves to the blackboard near the back door of the classroom.

Zhou Yan lowered his eyes and saw the miniature version of Lu Chenzhao poking his head out of the box, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Zhou Yan: "..."

Zhou Yan just blinked his eyes, and Lu Chenzhao in the box disappeared.

"Captain, get down to business first." Lu Chenzhao smiled and handed the mobile phone in front of Zhou Yan, "If you want to see it, there will be plenty of time in the future."

Zhou Yan glanced at Lu Chenzhao's phone casually, walked to the first group of seats near the door, and started looking at the tables in the first row.

Noticing the white printed strip pasted on the corner of the table, Zhou Yan reminded the others aloud: "Every table has a name on it, look for Lin Mingming first."

The person standing in the last row of the third group said, it was Chen Qingming of Song Yu's team: "Captain Zhou, Lin Mingming's seat is here."

The desks and chairs in elementary school classrooms are too small for adults. Chen Qingming pulled out the chairs placed next to the desks from under the desks, and sat on the chairs to check the desktop and the contents of the drawers, looking for clues.

People standing in different corners of the classroom were walking towards Chen Qingming. In the gazes of everyone, Chen Qingming quickly noticed a special and uncomfortable gaze.It reminded him of when he was a student, he stood outside the back door and secretly observed their homeroom teacher.

However, the teacher's gaze was not like this, and it would not make him feel so dangerous.

Is there really someone peeking at them from the back door?

Or, it was just his illusion...

If there is really someone, it would be better for him to look back.

Worried that reminding everyone would scare away people outside, Chen Qingming pursed his lips, turned his head stiffly, and looked at the back door of Class [-], Grade [-] classroom.

An indescribably ferocious face was pressed against the glass of the back door, looking at him with gloomy eyes.

Just look at him.

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It came a bit later than expected. This is an update on the 21st. The clip on this article on the 22nd should be updated after eleven o'clock in the evening.

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