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Chen Qingming's face turned pale with fright, and he couldn't scream with his mouth open.

The first person to walk to Chen Qingming's side was his captain Song Yu.

Seeing that Chen Qingming was sitting motionless, Song Yu raised his hand and patted Chen Qingming's back: "Don't stand still, check Lin Mingming's things carefully."

Chen Qingming trembled, raised his head with a stiff neck, his face pale: "Captain, you...you look at the back door."

Song Yu looked up: "What are you looking at? There is nothing."

Chen Qingming couldn't believe it and said, "No, it's impossible... Didn't you see the ghost lying on the glass?"

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, pressed his chin and said, "No."

Chen Qingming turned his head and glanced in fear. As expected, the ghost face was still lying on the door, staring at him with a pair of ghost eyes.

Chen Qingming's mouth trembled uncontrollably, and he emphasized again tremblingly: "Captain, I really saw a ghost, you believe me."

Song Yu put his hand on Chen Qingming's shoulder comfortingly: "I believe in you."

In places like this, it's often not a good thing to see what others don't.Everyone else came over, Song Yu turned to Ning Luan, Chang Minghao and the others and said, "Chen Qingming saw a ghost outside the back door."

Everyone was mentally prepared, holding their breath and looking towards the back door.

"No."

"I did not see anything."

……

The bosses might have seen it, the seven of them looked at Zhou Yan and Lu Chenzhao who were still talking.

Zhou Yan looked over indifferently: "I didn't see it."

"Coincidentally, I don't have either." Lu Chenzhao smiled, walked from the bottom row of the third group to the back door as if strolling in the yard, raised his hand and touched the glass of the back door, "Damn it's quite fresh in broad daylight, Chen Qingming, is the ghost you saw here?"

Chen Qingming looked over carefully and found that the grimace pasted on the glass had disappeared.He didn't rejoice at the disappearance of the ghost, but was even more frightened: "The ghost...the ghost is gone."

Others were also a little uneasy.

Chen Qingming raised his hand and touched his face: "Why... why only I can see it, and none of you can see it."

Ning Luan looked down at Chen Qingming, who was nestled on the primary school student's chair: "Could it be because you are the only one sitting, and we are all standing?"

"I don't think it has anything to do with sitting or standing." Chang Minghao pointed to the second-to-last row of the second group, "I was sitting there just now, and I didn't see any ghosts at the back door."

"Maybe there is a problem with the seat." Zhou Yan lowered his eyes and looked coldly at the white note pasted on the table, "Chen Qingming is sitting in Lin Mingming's seat."

"I... I almost forgot about this." Chen Qingming was so frightened that he stood up immediately, and stood against the blackboard at the back of the classroom, "There is definitely something wrong with Lin Mingming's chair. I just thought it was in the way by pulling the chair. , but I didn’t know what was going on, so I just sat on it.”

Ning Luan didn't dare to look at the chairs on the ground, and took a few steps back to stand beside Chen Qingming: "Stop talking, you make me want to sit too."

On Lin Mingming's desk was only his pencil case, other than that, it was empty and there was nothing else.In order to find out what was wrong with the chair, Zhou Yan picked up Lin Mingming's chair and placed it upside down on the table.

A white rectangular note stuck to the bottom of the chair appeared in everyone's view.

On the white note were written crooked and childlike words, Lin Mingming, Class [-], Grade [-].

Lu Chenzhao walked towards Lin Mingming's table with strides. Seeing this, the others quickly dispersed. In the blink of an eye, only Lu Chenzhao and Zhou Yan were left around Lin Mingming's seat.

Lu Chenzhao stared at the white paper for a moment, then reached out and pressed it: "The paper pasted under the chair is thicker than the one on the table."

Perhaps the paper pasted on the chair was a bit thicker. Zhou Yan picked up the chairs in the second-to-last row of the fourth group to check, and found that the paper strip pasted under this chair was about the same thickness as the paper strip pasted on the table.

Zhou Yan put the chair in his hand on the ground, walked to Lin Mingming's chair and said, "There is something under the note."

Lu Chenzhao moved away the hand attached to the note, and rested lazily on the edge of the chair: "Are you coming or shall I come?"

Zhou Yan: "Whatever."

Lu Chenzhao smiled, pinched the edge of the note, and tore off the white rectangular note with Lin Mingming's name on it.

Covered by Lin Mingming's note was another note with his name written on it, with the same eight characters, Song Xiaoyu, Class [-], Grade [-].

Everyone was far away from them, stretching their necks one by one, unable to see anything.

Ning Luan intentionally walked to Chang Minghao's side and waited for him to encourage him to speak, but Chang Minghao was indeed disappointed by him, and quietly poked Ning Luan on the back.Ning Luan seized the opportunity to ask, "Captain Zhou, what is covered by Lin Mingming's note?"

"A note." Zhou Yan reached out to take the note with Lin Mingming written on it from Lu Chenzhao, looked at the back of the chair and said, "Song Xiaoyu's name is written on it, and he is also a student in the second class of the third grade."

"Oh, Song Xiaoyu must have sat on this chair before Lin Mingming." Ning understood indiscriminately, talking about the memories brought up by the chair, "I changed chairs with a girl I had a crush on when I was in school. Hers is a bit old, I knew she wanted a new chair so I traded it with her."

Noticing that Lu Chenzhao's hand was still on the edge of the note, Zhou Yan asked, "What else is there?"

"Ah."

Lu Chenzhao tore it lightly, and under the note with Song Xiaoyu's name on it, another piece of white paper of the same size and a line of slightly more correct words were revealed.

Fang Xuzhou, Class [-], Grade [-].

Zhou Yan said coldly: "Before Song Xiaoyu, Fang Xuzhou also sat in this chair."

"The two of them are not the only ones who have sat in this chair." Lu Chenzhao tore three pieces of paper in a row, and after confirming that there was really none left at the bottom of the chair, he arranged the papers in his hand in order and handed them all over. To Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan walked to the table next to him with five notes, and placed them on the table in order.

The five slips of paper are blank except for the last one, and the first four slips have the students' names and classes written on them.

Lin Mingming, Song Xiaoyu, Fang Xuzhou, and Zheng Xiaokai, these four children have all sat in this chair, and each of them is a student in Class [-], Grade [-].

Lu Chenzhao was still standing next to Lin Mingming's table, and before he came over, everyone squeezed Ning Luan to the table where the note was placed, and peeked behind Ning Luan.

After reading it, Chang Minghao sighed: "There must be too many owners of this chair."

"It's a bit much." Song Yu followed with emotion, "When we were in elementary school, the school conditions were not very good, and we often had to bring benches to the playground for meetings. The head teacher was afraid that the students in the class would lose their stools, so he asked everyone to write their names on the stools. Below. Generally, unless your own stool is taken away by others, you can only choose to sit on the rest, or two people like Ning Lun change stools, otherwise it is difficult to meet such a chair with many names written on it. Condition."

The chair he checked just now had only one person's name on it. Zhou Yan lowered his eyes and took out the chair under the table to check it. Like that chair, only one student had sat on it.

Zhou Yan turned his head and glanced at the surrounding tables: "Check all the chairs and see if there are any extra stickers on the bottom of the other chairs."

There are 44 tables and 44 chairs in the second class of the third grade.

Everyone finished the inspection in a few minutes, and asked Ning Luan to tell Zhou Yan the situation: "Team Zhou, all the other chairs have only a piece of paper on them, and only Lin Mingming's chair has this situation."

"This is not normal." Zhou Yan lowered his eyes, looked at the notes on the table and pondered for a while, then stacked the five notes in order and held them in his hand, "Go to the office to find Zhao Yuanze."

Zhou Yan must have a clue, Ning Luan excitedly followed behind Zhou Yan: "Captain Zhou, what did you think of?"

Zhou Yan said without turning his head, "Maybe Lin Mingming is not the only one missing from Class [-], Grade [-]."

"What do you mean?" Ning Luan couldn't figure it out, "But Teacher Zhao said that only Lin Mingming is missing from Class Two, Grade Three."

Lu Chenzhao smiled meaningfully, no one saw it, and a stern look flashed in his eyes: "There is more than one class two in the third grade."

Ning Luan was stunned for a moment, and after thinking of a certain possibility, he froze in place, blocking all the people behind him.

Song Yu patted Ning Luan: "Don't stand still, Captain Zhou and the boss are gone."

"...Oh." Ning Luan raised his hand and patted his pale face, and left the classroom of Class [-], Grade [-] in a daze.

In the office on the third floor, Zhao Yuanze took out the roster of Class [-], Grade [-] from the desk drawer and handed it to Zhou Yan: "Mr. Zhou, the roster contains the names and basic information of all students in Class [-], Grade [-]."

Zhou Yan flipped through it page by page. As he expected, there were no names of Song Xiaoyu, Fang Xuzhou, and Zheng Xiaokai in the roster of the second class of the third grade. They were not the students of the second class of the third grade led by Zhao Yuanze.

Zhou Yan closed the roster and pushed it in front of Zhao Yuanze: "Mr. Zhao, can you find the list of students from other grades?"

"Some have it, some don't." Zhao Yuanze asked, "Which classes do you want?"

"Class [-], Grade [-], Class [-], Grade [-], Class [-], Grade [-]." When Zhou Yan said this, his tone was not as cold as usual, and his tone was a little calmer.

"I have the rosters of these three classes." Zhao Yuanze took out a key from the drawer, walked to the corner of the office and opened a locked cabinet, "I heard that something happened to the previous classes. Well, the head teacher didn't take away the roster of their class when he was promoted to the fourth grade, and left them all in this office."

Zhao Yuanze took out three dilapidated but well-preserved rosters from the bottom of the cabinet, picked them up and walked to the desk where Zhou Yan was: "Mr. Zhou, what do you see these three class rosters for? Lin Mingming's disappearance is related to students from other classes?"

Zhou Yan took the roster on the top and put it on the table, flipping through the pages: "You can only know after reading it."

When turning to a certain page, Zhou Nan's movements stopped.

In this roster, he saw Song Xiaoyu's name.

Like Lin Mingming's roster, Song Xiaoyu's inch photo is not clear enough, it is a pale grimace wiped away with snow.

Lu Chenzhao picked up a roster and handed the last one to Zhou Yan: "One copy for each person."

Zhou Yan nodded silently.

Ning Luan and others came over for a while, and noticed that the expressions on the faces of Zhou Yan and Lu Chenzhao were not right, they did not dare to come over, but stood two meters away, waiting for them quietly.

All of a sudden, there was silence all around, only the rustling sound of pages turning could be heard.

Fang Xuzhou, Zheng Xiaokai.

Zhou Yan and Lu Chenzhao found their names in the rosters in their respective hands.

Like Lin Mingming and Song Xiaoyu, the inch-by-inch photos of the two of them are also in black and white tones, the light one looks like snow, and the thick one looks like a ghost.

Zhou Yan quietly looked at every black and white face on the roster, as if afraid of disturbing them, he walked lightly to the side and stood still.

After a long while, Zhou Yan said to Ning Luan and the others: "If there are no accidents, here is the list of missing students from Class [-], Grade [-] of Experimental Primary School."

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