Chapter 135
The little boy followed and followed all the way, and finally saw the children being led by their parents to the school gate and lining up to enter the school.
The little boy was very envious when he saw this. He lingered near the school for a long time and was reluctant to leave, wanting to observe what his peers were doing inside.
While observing, he did not forget the task assigned to him by Yu Leng and posted advertisements along the road next to the school.
Although the little boy thought he was hiding well, the school guard had already noticed this sneaky kid. However, seeing that he was just a child and not wearing school uniform, and he didn't look familiar, the guard ignored him.
But now the security guard can no longer sit still when he sees him posting things randomly around the school.
When the little boy saw that he was discovered, he was worried that the other party was out to catch him, so he immediately turned around and ran away.
The guard wanted to grab the kid and ask him questions, but as soon as he stood up, he tripped over his left foot and fell out of the guard room, landing on the stairs.
He never expected that he would stumble in such a familiar environment and was completely stunned.
What bad luck! By the time he gritted his teeth and stood up, the little boy had already run away.
The guard walked out of the school gate and looked around, then pulled off the paper that the little boy had randomly pasted there. Seeing the graffiti on it, he thought it was someone's child who didn't go to school and was bored, so he crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.
The little boy secretly watched everything. Seeing the guard limping into the guard room again, the little boy did not go back immediately.
He ran around the school before arriving at the main entrance again.
After a tour, the little boy noticed that there were many paintings by other children displayed on the outer wall of the school. Those paintings gave him inspiration.
The little boy blinked and stared at the marker in his hand in confusion.
If he can draw on paper, he can also draw on the wall. Besides, drawing on the wall saves paper and won't be torn off by others, which is much more efficient. Why do we have to write on paper?
The little boy chose a clean white wall and began to draw clocks on it, and then left his phone number. While drawing, he observed the scene in the campus with envy.
When the security guard found him again, the little boy had already painted a large area of the wall in a messy way.
The guard saw him staring at him with a sly look in his eyes. He was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe and almost jumped up immediately. He limped over and cursed angrily: "You little bastard!"
The little boy didn't know why he suddenly became so fierce and was almost scared to tears. But seeing that he seemed to want to chase him, the little boy started to run away again, holding the paper and pen.
The security guard was chasing him from behind, but he had only taken two steps when the manhole cover, which was usually well covered, suddenly flipped over when the security guard stepped on it.
“Fuck!”
The security guard almost fell into the well. Fortunately, although he was old, he was still agile and threw himself forward. With a crisp click, he barely escaped with his hands on the ground.
But in addition to the leg that was injured in the fall, he now also felt severe pain in his wrist, which was visibly swollen.
How could this happen?!
The guard was devastated by the bad luck that happened so early in the morning.
He could only lie on the ground, staring at the painted white wall and started to curse: "Damn it! The wall was just painted two days ago! You little bastard who was born by your mother but never taught her! Don't let me catch you!"
However, no matter how foul his words were, the painted wall would never turn white again.
In the end, he was able to get up from the ground with the help of onlookers.
On this day, Coleman arrived at school and had not been sitting for a while when he heard a noisy noise outside.
She had no intention of working and paid more attention to what was happening outside.
After a while, another teacher who had just arrived walked into the office. Coleman asked him, "What happened outside? Why is it so noisy?"
"I heard that someone graffitied on the wall outside the school today. I was far away and didn't look closely, so I don't know if it was a turtle or something else. The security guard chased after him and stepped on the manhole cover. The manhole cover flipped over and he almost fell in. He is now in the hospital. What bad luck." The teacher put his schoolbag on the seat and said, "Fortunately, it wasn't a student who stepped on the manhole cover. Such a big safety hazard was discovered, and the school leaders are looking for someone to deal with it."
Coleman also sighed: "Indeed, it's a good thing that it was discovered by my brother. If a student stepped on it, he would have fallen in."
The teacher complained again: "The newly painted wall looks like it has ringworm. I don't know who is so uncultured."
Coleman responded casually twice.
Since she came to this world, she has become a teacher in this school. She searched the entire school but could not find any trace of the other three people, and they were obviously separated.
At first, she thought she was alone in a haunted school, and she carefully looked for anything unusual in the school every day.
But after observing vigilantly for a while, she found that everyone in the school was very normal and life was very peaceful during the past two days.
It was so peaceful that it was like being dragged back into the life before that incident. If it weren't for the fact that she was unfamiliar with the people around her and her excessive strength, it would have been as if the previous experience was just a strange dream.
Chrono Trigger only released a mission about finding and subduing the Electromagnetic King, and there were no other hints.
She didn't even know what the Electromagnetic King was, and it was all very confusing.
Knowing nothing, she began to be a little nervous. She paid great attention to even the slightest abnormal sign around her.
Coleman stood up, said hello to his colleagues and left the office.
At this time, outside the school gate, several school leaders were guarding the overturned manhole cover, warning the new teachers and students not to step on it.
But Coleman's attention was not on the manhole cover. She looked straight at the graffiti on the wall.
Although it was ugly and sloppy, it was still possible to make out that it was a strange clock with only one pointer, and a phone number was left below. When Coleman saw this, he immediately thought of the Wheel of Time.
She had been waiting here for two days and had never expected that the clue would appear in front of her in such a clear form.
Did they draw this? Are they around here?
But why is this painting so low? Did they squat to paint it?
Kouman was secretly excited and immediately walked towards the school leaders.
"Xiao Man." The school leader saw her, nodded and greeted her with a smile, "Be careful, don't step on the manhole cover."
Coleman responded and tried his best to pretend that nothing had happened and asked, "How did the newly painted wall become like this? It's really immoral. Has the person who scribbled on it been caught?"
"We didn't catch him, and we don't know where he has gone." The school leader sighed, "We can only review it again."
While exchanging greetings with his leader, Coleman took another look at the white wall that looked like it had ringworm, wrote down the phone number written on it, and then hurriedly asked for leave verbally from his leader.
The school leader said "Hey" and wanted to stop her and ask her what she was going to do, but Coleman had already run away before he could open his mouth.
As soon as he left the vicinity of the school, Coleman immediately dialed the phone number written on the wall.
After a few dial tones, the call was picked up by a middle-aged man: "Convenience store."
Coleman was a little confused: "...Who are you?"
The person on the other end was also confused. He muttered, "You called me," and then seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Are you looking for someone? Two young men."
Coleman quickly said "hmm", and the other party asked: "What's your name?"
Coleman hesitated for a moment, thinking carefully whether there would be any way to trap himself.
But even if there is a pit, she is not afraid. She answered truthfully: "Korman."
"That's right." The middle-aged man confirmed the answer and became much more enthusiastic. "They said you might call me in the afternoon, but I didn't expect you to call me in the morning. They said if you call me, they will ask you to come to my place to find them. My address here is..."
Coleman immediately searched the place he mentioned on the map and found that the convenience store was not far away and could be reached in a short taxi ride.
Half an hour later, Coleman arrived at the convenience store according to the navigation.
The middle-aged man who was watching the store was sitting inside watching TV. When he heard the door being pushed open, he turned around and took a look.
Coleman looked around the convenience store calmly, then walked up and greeted politely: "I'm the person who just called. I want to find someone. Are they here?"
"Oh, they came really quickly. They left just a few hours ago and said they might be back in the evening." The middle-aged man fanned himself, "They came this morning and said they got lost from their family after entering the city and their money was stolen. They couldn't afford a cell phone. They couldn't tell me anything and just wanted me to help them. I felt sorry for them, so I wrote them my landline number, hoping to help them."
Coleman felt that this description was a bit strange, and the two men were not here now.
She was worried that there might be some trap, so she asked cautiously, "Someone is missing from my family, and I'm very worried. I came here after seeing the missing person notice. But I don't know if I found the wrong person. Can you describe the appearance of those two people? Did they mention my name?"
"I mentioned it specifically. She looks... quite young, tall and thin, sloppy, as if she had just been discharged from the hospital." The middle-aged man looked Coleman up and down, "You are their sister, right?"
Coleman nodded without comment.
The middle-aged man showed sympathy: "It must be very hard for you to take care of two stupid brothers by yourself, right?"
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Coleman shook his head in confusion: "It's okay actually."
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