As long as Yu Jian can be found, all the mysteries behind this door can be solved. More importantly, Yu Jian once took the initiative to accept the ghost fetus. He and the ghost fetus have shared a body for a long time, and he must know more about the ghost fetus than anyone else.

The moment he entered the school, Chen Ge began to use his Yin Pupil. He memorized the faces of all the students in his mind, not letting anyone go.

The bell rang and Chen Ge entered the classroom reluctantly.

"I heard that you didn't go home that day? What happened? Did you run away from home?" Du Ming, a round-faced fat boy, handed over a note. Chen Ge just took a look at it and crumpled it into a ball. He had never had the habit of passing notes with grown men in class.

The fat boy stretched out his fist towards Chen Ge, but Chen Ge simply ignored him and lowered his head to look at the class schedule posted on the table.

"English is only in the third period. Do I have to stay in the classroom for the first two classes? This is such a waste of time."

Chen Ge first drew up an action plan for himself. He thought over and over again about all the details and loopholes. After making sure there would be no mistakes, he glanced at the clock on the wall.

"How come it's only been ten minutes?"

The world behind the door is woven based on memory. Chen Ge seriously suspected that the reason for this was that he never listened carefully in class and always looked forward to the end of get out of class, so he often felt that the days were passing by like years.

Karma, this feeling has now become a reality in the world behind the door.

"Is it true that once get out of class is over, time flies by quickly?"

Picking up his backpack, Chen Ge wondered if he would piss off the teacher if he walked out directly.

"There's no need to get into a fight with the school. Just find an excuse to ask for leave next time."

During the math class, Chen Ge had an English textbook on his desk. He had already prepared for the third class.

"Hey." Du Ming handed over another note: "Which club are you going to join? Neither of us have many friends, so why don't we just join the same club? That way we can have someone to accompany us during activities and not be completely isolated."

"Society?"

"Yesterday after school, I saw some seniors handing out advertisements. Some clubs even went to every class to advertise in order to attract students."

Chen Ge and his classmates attend a private high school, and some of the systems are different from those of public high schools.

"To promote the club, we can go to every class?" The little fat boy didn't realize that his casual words actually gave Chen Ge an idea: "I can go to every class openly under the banner of club promotion."

"How about playing Go? No need for exercise, just sit and daydream, isn't it perfect?" Du Ming and Chen Ge were on completely different wavelengths, so the two continued chatting.

After finally making it to the end of the get out of class, Chen Ge rushed out of the classroom with his backpack.

"We can't waste the time after class. People like Yu Jian who don't have many friends probably won't run around. They'll probably stay in the classroom."

He ran through the first and second floors, and when he was about to go to the third floor, the bell for class rang.

Chen Ge didn't care and continued looking for Yu Jian.

There were no students to be seen in the corridor. Chen Ge, like the dean, carried a bag and used his Yin Pupil to "float" past the windows of various classrooms.

"Stop! Which class are you from?"

When Chen Ge reached the fourth floor, he was stopped by a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man seemed to be the teacher in charge of discipline, and had appeared with Zhang Ya before.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

"Going to the toilet with your schoolbag? Did you skip class again?" The middle-aged man said with a stern face: "Wait, what's in your schoolbag? Why is there a horn? Open it and let me see!"

Chen Ge didn't mind being late, but if he opened his backpack, it would be hard to explain.

Women's high heels are okay, even though they are covered in blood and look expensive and sexy, but normal people should be able to accept it.

But how to explain the skull crusher? Self-defense? Hobby? No matter how you think about it, it's problematic.

"What are you standing there for? Open it and let me see!" The middle-aged man thought Chen Ge was up to something and wanted to snatch Chen Ge's backpack. Chen Ge stared at the middle-aged man's forehead with sparse hair, considering whether to hit him with a hammer.

After fighting with various vicious criminals many times, Chen Ge himself has gained some unique insights into the methods of hiding and disposing of corpses.

"With this blow, the campus youth inspirational drama will become a horror suspense banned film."

Although it was the world behind the door, Chen Ge still had his own rules. He did not take action, but ran away.

Chen Ge, who had chased the man in red in the world behind the door, was now being chased around by a balding old man.

"I can't take action. Yu Jian and Ming Tai might be waiting for me to take action. They want to drag me into the abyss step by step."

The more I thought about it, the more possible it seemed. Chen Ge ran very fast, and the middle-aged teacher was also very agile.

When it seemed that there was no way to escape, a familiar voice suddenly came from the corridor.

"Chen Ge? Director Shi?" Zhang Ya, wearing a suit and skirt, stood at the door of the office. Her eyes were full of surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Teacher Zhang! Quick! Stop him for me! This is outrageous!" The middle-aged man gasped for breath. He covered his lower back. He didn't feel anything when he was running, but after he stopped, his lungs were burning with pain.

"He wanted to look at my bag." Chen Ge took advantage of the situation and hid behind Zhang Ya. "I just wanted to go to the bathroom, but he insisted on stopping me."

The middle-aged man also heard Chen Ge's voice: "We come to school to study! Do you have anything in your bag that has nothing to do with studying? Take it out for me!"

Neither side gave in. Zhang Ya, standing in the middle, also looked embarrassed. "Stop arguing. Director Shi, calm down. Although Chen Ge is a bit naughty, he is definitely not a bad boy."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Chen Ge and said, "Go back to the classroom first and study hard."

Zhang Ya was obviously helping Chen Ge. Director Shi was a little angry when he saw this: "Don't leave yet! What on earth is in your bag? Why did you run so fast when I asked you to see it?"

It cannot be said that Director Shi was wrong, he was just strict and perhaps wanted to be responsible for other students.

The atmosphere was tense, and Zhang Ya didn't know what to say. She asked Chen Ge in a low voice, "Can you tell the teacher secretly if there is anything in your bag that is not easy to pack?"

"Teacher Zhang! Don't waste your time talking to him! Based on my years of teaching experience, this kid definitely has cigarettes in his bag. Just search it, you'll definitely find them!" Director Shi was so annoyed that his sparse hair stood up in anger.

"I didn't pack any cigarettes! I don't smoke!" Chen Ge's voice was filled with grievance.

"Then why don't you let us see it?" Director Shi walked over here, and Zhang Ya also looked at Chen Ge.

"Okay, I'll show you, I'll show you!" Chen Ge unzipped his backpack, took out the pair of red high heels and held them in his arms: "When my mother left me, this was the last thought she left for me. I just want to keep her by my side!"

Chen Ge lowered his head and hugged the shoes tightly, his voice trembling: "I know it's weird to put a pair of shoes like this in my schoolbag, and I'm also afraid of being treated as a monster, but I just want to be with her forever, am I wrong!"

Tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably. Chen Ge stuffed her red high-heeled shoes into her backpack, then turned around and walked away holding the bag.

Zhang Ya and Director Shi both stood there, with complicated expressions on their faces, and neither of them caught up.