Several students looked at me and Lao Dao and began to comment on us.
I breathed a sigh of relief; it was alright.
After all, they didn't ignore us, which means they could all see me and Lao Dao.
These children are all normal people, not puppets, which really surprised me.
The students' praise made Lao Daoren feel quite proud.
Old Dao's eyes were all fixed on the other side. He used to have that otherworldly, dignified look, but now, with his sleazy appearance, his aura was completely reversed.
"So, Brother Chen, are these people really here?"
When Lao Dao saw me using my clairvoyance to observe, he quickly asked me a question.
I nodded, and through my third eye, I discovered that none of these children had that ethereal substance within them.
Strange, when we went there, the third floor was still full of those puppets, how come everything changed after we came back?
Does that mean everything will return to normal now that Director Wang is dead?
"Teacher Long, is it appropriate for you not to stay in Director Wang's office and wait for someone to come?"
I asked Long Xiyue because normally, in such an emergency, at least one person should stay behind to wait.
Long Xiyue shook her head: "That's not necessary. This isn't the first time something like this has happened at the school!"
I had already called to let them know that someone was coming before I left.
The most urgent task now is to resolve the problems within the school.
Otherwise, if the ghost stories continue, it will be a luxury for us to even have a proper class!
There was a hint of bitterness in Long Xiyue's words, and I could tell that she herself was very resistant to this kind of thing.
"However, I do need to go out for a bit later to take care of some school matters!"
"You two are in my office, just don't go out!"
After Long Xiyue finished speaking, she suddenly tilted her head to the side.
My first impression was of a dead body!
Because only corpses would face people in this way.
When Long Xiyue said those words, she also exuded another unique aura, a kind of stench of corpses!
Could Long Xiyue also be dead?
Thinking about this makes me a little furious.
Soon, we arrived at Long Xiyue's office.
The office was the same as before, but I felt there were some subtle differences, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what they were.
"Alright, masters, you two stay here quietly. I have something to take care of and will come back to find you later!"
Long Xiyue gave a sweet smile that completely captivated Lao Dao.
"Wow, it's so sweet!"
Old Dao's mouth was practically watering.
Long Xiyue is the kind of pure and sweet girl, especially with her soft voice.
With that kind of looks and physique, and a smile from him, it's no wonder that a man like Lao Dao couldn't resist.
After she finished speaking, Long Xiyue closed the office door, leaving only the two of us in the room.
"Old Dao, you investigate these matters!"
I handed these files, along with notes and such, to Lao Dao.
I'm going to take a look at Long Xiyue's office drawers.
When I left, I remember leaving some interesting things in my office drawer, like that halo.
I checked with my clairvoyance and found that the aperture was still there.
I took out a wire, intending to pry open the lock, but Lao Dao stopped me at that moment.
"Brother Chen, you want to see what's in the drawer, right? Brother Chen, don't forget what I do! I'm all too familiar with petty theft!"
Old Dao chuckled, then took the wire from my hand, squatted down, and slowly tapped it.
"Brother Chen, you can't just pry open the keyhole with this kind of lock, you have to listen!"
Old Dao used a wire to push the wire in while listening with his ear to the drawer.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was setting up a safe.
With a click, Lao Dao opened the drawer.
When I opened it, there was nothing inside except a few diaries and books.
The blue-green light appeared on two of the diaries.
The students here seem to have a habit of keeping diaries.
"I didn't realize you had so many diaries, Brother Chen. Who's the kind person who keeps a diary?"
Old Dao smiled when he saw so many diaries.
"I won't write it now, wait a minute, let me take it out and look at it first!"
I specifically took the two diaries that had the glowing orbs.
When I saw the signature above, I was stunned.
Because one diary is signed by Long Xiyue, and the other diary is signed by Long Xiyue!
"Damn, this woman even keeps a diary! She must know a lot of things, but she just won't tell us!"
When Lao Dao saw this, he got really angry!
I told Lao Dao to calm down, opened the diary, and started reading about Lin Momo.
Lin Momo's stories are basically the same as what I know; she talks about her daily life.
I'm happy at school every day, but I feel sad when I think about my situation at home.
He was an excellent student in both character and academics.
"Brother Chen, look, the diary entry for April 6th is missing!"
Old Dao suddenly pointed to the diary and said.
I saw that page, and sure enough, it contained entries for April 7th and 5th, but not for April 6th.
The paper is intact, with no signs of smearing.
"Yes, look, the diary entries from April 7th and 5th are connected, and they also connect with the previous entries!"
After reading it, I came to a terrifying conclusion.
Old Dao was a little puzzled after hearing this.
"Brother Chen, what do you mean? What does 'connecting' mean?"
"If you connect the dots, if we don't mention the date, yesterday's entry on the 7th corresponds to the entry on the 5th. So, the date on the diary is wrong!"
I took a look, then pointed to the numbers on it and explained it to Lao Dao.
"It's labeled wrong? That's no big deal!"
Old Dao shrugged: "Brother Chen, you don't know, I always make mistakes when I write down my phone number and ID number!"
"A diary is recorded day by day, and now there's an error, which means this diary wasn't written on the same day!"
I turned up the volume!
In other words, this date was added later.
"Brother Chen, do you mean this diary was added later, just so we could see it?"
Old Dao opened his mouth wide, speechless.
"Yes, that explains why time distortion occurs."
For example, if you're writing in your diary and today is Wednesday, but you accidentally wrote Tuesday instead.
Even if you don't correct the previous mistakes by tomorrow, you still can't possibly miss the ones in the later ones!
I took a deep breath.
Just then, I noticed that the diary seemed to have moved slightly.
"Old Dao, bleed him out!"
I pulled Old Dao along and slowly began to speak.
I always felt that Lao Dao's blood could activate something.
This diary must be from a living being!
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