"That's strange. Why is it locked? There's no sign saying it's under maintenance."

Someone outside the door muttered something, because it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman through the door panel.

"Let's borrow the key from the teacher on duty!"

Almost as soon as the words were spoken, someone shouted again, "The teacher is here! Make way, make way, let the teacher open the door!"

Cheng Shuang regretfully put down the compass, pushed the glasses-wearing girl (number N) to Luo An, and grinned, "If you don't behave, I'll just eat you up."

Luo An slurped his saliva again and nodded restrainedly.

Of course, this was a form of intimidation. The little girl didn't want Luo An to fall into a deep sleep. Three short-range teleports were a good skill, and it would be a waste not to use it.

She quickly went to the window.

The window wasn't large, but it was just right for her size.

Luo An moved nimbly, effortlessly carrying the bespectacled girl who was much taller than him, and rushed out first.

Cheng Shuang then leaned her upper body out of the window, kicking the wall with her calves for leverage. Just as she was about to exert force, her ankle was grabbed by a cold hand.

"Which class are you in? How did you get up the window? Get down!" The teacher's low growl carried the unique authority of an educator.

The little girl suppressed the urge to turn around and kicked several times with her other foot.

Finally, a snapping sound came from the other person's wrist, and the students immediately rushed over, trying to help the teacher with her injured wrist pull her back.

Cheng Shuang naturally wouldn't give them that chance, and had already jumped out of the window.

Evading capture and finding out who the 'ghost' is in Area B seems like a difficult task, but it's not actually that hard, because although the school is large, the ultimate goal of the maintainers is the Gate of Reincarnation.

So the game itself became secondary.

Cheng Shuang thought so, and the other maintainers obviously thought so too.

As she fled into a school building, she unexpectedly saw an extremely burly figure. He strode down the stairs, looked around, and seeing no one in the building, rushed directly to the girl, grabbed her by the collar, and roared, "Have you seen that little bitch Su Ming?"

Spit sprayed all over Cheng Shuang's face. The girl pressed down on his wrist with one hand and calmly wiped the saliva off her face with the other, shaking her head, "Didn't see it!"

Tian Dashuo had bruises on the corners of his mouth and blood on his chest. His brows were furrowed, and he was extremely angry. His taut, fleshy face was more terrifying than a ghost.

He tilted his head, spat, and stormed out of the building, leaving Cheng behind and his eyes flashing with malice.

Cheng Shuang pursed her lips. What kind of conflict could have caused such a calm defender to become so agitated? But it was none of her business.

She sniffed, still feeling a lingering smell of saliva on her face. She turned around and went to the nearest bathroom, washed her face, and then noticed hurried footsteps outside the door.

The little girl instinctively slipped into the inner room, ready to climb out the window at any moment.

The sound of a door closing and a woman's frail yet anxious question rang out simultaneously, "Is he gone? Ming-ge, is he gone?"

“I saw him run out of the building from the second floor. I threw my clothes in the bushes. He must think we escaped outside.” Su Ming’s voice trembled with shock, and then the two fell silent.

Through the crack in the door, Cheng Shuang saw Su Ming and Wenwen. One was leaning against the pool, and the other was leaning against the door. Their faces were pale, and their clothes were stained with blood, which had turned into an indistinguishable dark brown color.

Especially Wenwen, who covered her face in shock. Her Peter Pan collar shirt was torn open and hung crookedly on her shoulder, where there was a large five-finger bruise.

The young girl was about to push open the door and leave when Su Ming, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, "Wenwen, you...you really weren't...with him..."

"Su Ming!" The woman almost screamed, but she forcibly suppressed her intense emotions. Wenwen asked tearfully, "If I told you I did, what would you do? You would break up with me, right?"

Her gentle, watery eyes were red as she looked at Su Ming with a hint of expectation, but Su Ming not only did not answer, he also avoided her gaze.

Hiding in the inner room, Cheng looked at Wenwen's pale face, which looked like an old photograph that had faded instantly. She smiled bitterly and said, "I've already explained to you, Tian Dashuo didn't succeed."

"How can you expect me to believe you?" Su Ming gritted his teeth, as if deeply insulted, glaring fiercely at Wenwen, veins bulging on his neck. "You can't beat him, and your skills are on cooldown. Tell me, how can I believe you?"

The last sound was almost a low growl.

This outburst revealed his true concern; he paced back and forth anxiously, muttering to himself, "This game is already so difficult, and now that bastard is holding a grudge against me. I should have listened to Sister Zhou earlier. Why should I be in a relationship? With my life like this, why should I be in a relationship!"

Wenwen wiped her face, her sorrowful expression returning to calm. Facing him, she was now incredibly composed, her red lips parting slightly, "Because I killed him!"

Su Ming paused, turned to look at her, his eyes filled with contempt. "How did you kill her? With your beauty? Who was that I just saw? And who almost killed me?"

As if seeing this man for the first time, Wenwen closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and spat out each word through gritted teeth, each word uttered with a mournful cry, "It was Fangfang, she helped me, we killed him together!"

Her tone grew colder as she spoke, “Later, when someone searched the place, Fangfang saw that I was seriously injured, so she led the people away. I couldn’t hold on any longer and fainted.”

"But I saw him lying down..."

Wenwen interrupted him urgently, her expression filled with disgust. "It's his ghost!" She raised her eyes, her crimson eyes filled with a mocking glint. "You don't think a ghost can do anything, do you? He's just trying to disgust you!"

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