Chapter 70 This third-generation aircraft is not that third-generation aircraft "What do you see...

"What did you see?"

"In the classroom..." Tim tilted his head, "There are a lot of desks."

"Then there is nothing?" Was his behavior just teasing her?

He smiled and opened the door, "It's just an ordinary classroom, otherwise what do you think it is?"

"Zombie skeletons and stuff."

"Let's play Minecraft together next time. I'm so bored alone."

"Is the work finished?"

"No—" Tim's expression suddenly turned aggrieved, and he lowered his head. "I just wanted to play with you."

"..." This man was truly adaptable, so Liu Shu had no choice but to agree. "Okay, go put your things away."

"Well, how was the party that night?" Tim walked to where the camera was originally placed in the classroom and stuffed the camera he brought with him into the gap between the shelves at the back.

"Will it be busy?"

"No matter how busy I am, it won't be my turn," Tim said with a smile. "I can already imagine their surprise that day."

"Surprised? Isn't it just about Damian?"

"That's why. Maybe some idiot will use this to sow discord between me and Bruce."

"You have to believe the Gotham media." Liu Shu turned his eyes away from him and looked towards the window of the classroom.

"How do you say that?"

"It will definitely stir up trouble."

Tim chuckled, "I'm ready."

How could he force her to create an atmosphere of accepting the challenge? Liu Shu walked to the back of the classroom. The tables here were piled together in a mess, which she had been concerned about just now.

She walked around the pile of desks and looked towards the front half of the classroom. The desks there were still in good condition.

"A little deliberately." Tim followed her around.

"It looks like someone has moved here, fingerprints." Liu Shu looked at one of the table legs, the dust on the metal was particularly obvious.

Tim had already started. He first collected fingerprints with tape, and then pulled open the table.

Looking at Tim who was wrapping the table legs with paper carefully without leaving any traces, Liu Shu couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Do we have to be so careful?"

Tim spotted the heavily covered wireless speaker. "Whoever put this thing here will probably come back to charge it or replace the batteries."

As he began to restore the scene, Ryushu walked over to the window closest to the blackboard.

"There's one here too." She stood on tiptoe and looked at the small platform outside the window.

The speaker is against the wall and cannot be seen from outside normally.

But because the dust on the window was wiped off, Liu Shu quickly thought of it.

"I don't know why these things are played to scare people." She stood on the podium, and the two speakers could produce a surround sound effect, which was really scary when used to play horror sound effects.

"We'll know in a few days," Tim said as he walked to the door and looked back, "It's time to go."

"Wait for me." Knowing that it was someone who put it there, he didn't want to act alone.

She walked out of the classroom and watched Tim close the door. "Are the stairs here accessible?"

"Let's go and take a look."

They reached the stairwell and found the path blocked by tables.

"There was someone standing in the open space opposite." Tim saw it at a glance.

"Let's go to the first floor and take another look." It's easy to leave traces in a place like this, and you don't know which ones are useful and which ones are not.

When they went down to the first floor, they found that the stairs on the other side were also blocked.

"That should be the highest floor above the other floors. This way, we won't be discovered and we can connect to the wireless speakers." Tim took out his mobile phone and looked at the signal on it.

"How can you still see it?" If the connection can be made on the first floor, then the person playing the speakers won't have to go all the way to the top floor. Liu Shu looked at his mobile phone.

When she caught a glimpse of the bat logo that flashed by, she remembered that this person had a lot of advanced technology at home.

Tim didn't explain. He held out his hand to Liu Shu and said, "Do you want me to help you fix your phone?"

"That's not necessary," who knows how much he will add, "You can watch alien movies. Do you want me to help you change it?" Taking the initiative, Liu Shu called up an interface on his mobile phone and showed it to him.

"I've never seen this kind before." He seemed surprised and very interested in the picture she gave him. "Are they aliens from farther away?"

"Far further than those who want to invade Earth."

"You describe the Earth as miserable."

"There are two kinds of aliens: those who don't invade Earth and those who do," Liu Shu recalled the older brother in the suburban laboratory. "When friends come, we have good wine; when jackals come, we have hunting rifles."

"If it's very inspiring," he nodded, "the vigilantes will try their best."

“I think scientists still need to work harder.”

"Um?"

"It would be better for everyone if we could build the Star Destroyer sooner."

"This is difficult. Your country has already put aircraft carriers into operation, and the next step is to develop third-generation space fighters. But it seems that some experts seem pessimistic."

Liu Shu thought about it and decided not to interpret the news from home to him, as it might put pressure on him.

After all, reporting the news of the launch of a space carrier means that something even more amazing has been created, with one generation announced, one generation hidden, and one generation being developed.

Moreover, the Strategic Research Institute loves to spread false information abroad.

"This third-generation aircraft is not the same as that third-generation aircraft. They are not second-generation space fighters in the sense of this country, nor are they space fighters in the sense of the Tsarist Empire. They are improvements based on spacecraft."

"You watch the news too, and it's exactly the same as what the spokesperson said."

Hearing his words, Liu Shu was stunned for a moment. She actually hadn't read much news, she just used a formula, and she didn't expect it to be right... Was he really fooling foreigners again?

They walked out of the teaching building together.

No, Liu Shu glanced at the sky.

It's not about fooling foreigners, it's about fooling aliens.

In front of the aliens invading the earth, other countries are completely innocent and not worth fooling.

"Why are aliens coming one after another?" What on earth is this planet? A battleground in the universe? The New York Times that Liu Shu reads reports on a different alien every day, making the local villains look rare.

"There aren't that many in Gotham, right?"

"I'm talking about New York, of course."

"There are many friendly aliens, but if other aliens seek revenge on them, they have to help." Tim shook his head helplessly.

From the words he wrote, he could tell how difficult it was for him to work at night. Liu Shu patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"Thanks."

She didn't do anything.

"Are you comforting me?" Tim seemed to see what she was thinking.

Liu Shu had no choice but to nod, since no one would ask directly.

She was the first to squeeze out through the gap in the wall.

Then he was caught red-handed by a teacher wearing a work badge.

"Classmate, do you know why this place is fenced off?"

"Why?" Of course they cordoned it off because they didn't want anyone to get in. Liu Shu asked knowingly to buy time.

Sure enough, after seeing the person following behind him, the teacher's attitude became a little unclear.

He held his head and sighed, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see the horror stories that were rumored in the school, but it was so disappointing that there was nothing." Tim said this like a bored student who was idling around.

"Isn't it Friday at noon? If you go at this time..." The teacher looked at them as if they were stupid children.

"Forget it, don't go to places like this next time, you guys—" He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly changed the subject, "There's something strange happening recently."

"You say."

The teacher felt a little pressured by Tim's honorific address, so he waved his hand. "Isn't there a wall outside the office building? The grass in that corner is often trampled, but no one usually goes there."

"Then how did you see it?" Liu Shu looked at him seriously, always feeling that this man was a little weird.

"I live on campus and pass by there when I go jogging at night," he sighed. "Could someone have climbed over the wall? The only way to get there is right in front of the office building. They really don't care about the teachers."

"Don't worry, let's go see what's going on." Tim glanced at his work badge. "Mr. Flanders, right? How can we contact him?"

"Huh? If you want to see me, go to Room 306 in the office building."

"Okay, bye." Tim pulled Liu Shu away.

Only after he walked away did he return to his normal expression.

“This teacher…”

"It's a bit strange. That classroom incident might be related to him. The rumor has always been that it will happen on Friday, but there is no exact time." Tim looked at her.

She nodded, thinking the same thing as Liu Shu, "So where are we now?"

"Shall we go and see the location he mentioned?"

"Do you think he lied?" Liu Shu thought that he had not learned the relevant knowledge and could not determine whether it was a lie or a deception.

"Not like that. He was really sincere when he talked about climbing over the wall." Tim controlled his pace so that the people around him would not get too tired.

They walked to the office building as if taking a stroll, "Just walk in from here." Liu Shu looked at the only office building in the school. This building was not actually called an office building, but everyone called it that.

"No one really uses this road. It's usually used by cars." Tim looked around.

"It can also be considered a corner of the school." It seems that there are rarely any vehicles in the school. The outer circle is for cars, and the main road inside is for pedestrians. It is a very reasonable arrangement. Liu Shu realized that these are all purposeful designs.

"Someone walked here." She looked at the grass in front of the iron railing. Some of the grass was trampled.

Tim looked at the railing with some confusion. "But it doesn't look like anyone has climbed here. It's strange that there are traces of it here."

"This..." Liu Shu hesitated to speak.

"Someone's been secretly passing things around here quite a bit, otherwise it wouldn't be this badly worn."

A lot of the black paint on the railings has fallen off.

Tim's expression was not good. "If it's something dangerous..."

For some reason, Liu Shu always felt that this looked familiar, a bit like a student who secretly ordered takeout and picked it up here.

But seeing Tim's serious expression, she was embarrassed to express this guess.

That's right, this is Gotham. There's no such thing as secretly ordering takeout at school, right? Liu Shu glanced again at the decorative protrusions on the wrought iron railings. The paint there had also been worn away.