Chapter 74
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Night fell.
Zhou Wenyan and Shen Dongqing entered the director's office with ease.
This time, they didn't open the door and walked in smoothly.
However, the office was very quiet tonight. There wasn't even a shadow of a ghost, let alone a child.
Perhaps the child would only be summoned when the music box rang.
Zhou Wenyan asked, "Did you bring the music box?"
Shen Dongqing touched his pocket. "I forgot."
The music box was a little big and inconvenient to carry around, so he left it in the room. Now that he wanted to use it, he remembered that it wasn't with him.
"I'll go back and get it." Shen Dongqing turned and left. When he passed by the door, he seemed to have thought of something and looked back. "The painting is gone."
Last night, Shen Dongqing stepped on the portrait here. Now, the painting was still on the ground, but the person in the painting was gone. Only a familiar footprint was left.
The director came out.
At night, the players tended to sleep in their rooms, so no one noticed that a figure quietly walked up to the second floor and pushed open one of the doors.
Creak —
There was the sound of a door opening in the corridor.
Someone might have heard it, but they chose to remain silent.
The uncle looked around and quietly walked into the room. Under the moonlight, he could see that there was no one in the room. He closed the door quietly, turned on the flashlight, and rummaged around.
After a while, the uncle stopped and looked around with the flashlight. He found a music box under the pillow.
Normal people would never bring a music box into the game. It was probably the item they found in the director's office last night.
The uncle stuffed the music box into his clothes. First, a happy smile appeared on his face, and then he said viciously, "I knew you were f * cking lying to me."
After finding what he wanted, the uncle turned to leave before the person came back. However, as soon as he turned around, he froze.
He didn't know when the door behind him was opened. He could see a dark and thin figure standing in the corridor. He wasn't far from the door, but he couldn't see who it was.
The uncle swallowed and didn't dare to move. He shouted at the person, "I don't want to think about it. Who told you to hide the item? I want to live. "
That person didn't move. The uncle only felt a cold gaze staring at him.
The uncle took a deep breath and raised the music box. "If you don't give this to me, then I'll smash it. None of us will live!"
As he spoke, he pretended to smash it on the ground.
However, the uncle only wanted to scare the two boys. He was prepared to stop at any time. After all, no one was willing to let such an important item go to waste.
Sure enough, after he finished speaking, the dark and thin figure seemed to panic and walked towards the door.
The middle-aged man smugly stopped what he was doing. "Isn't it good for everyone to work together? As long as you give this to me, I can guarantee … "
His voice stopped abruptly.
Under the moonlight, the person who walked over was not Shen Dongqing, nor was it Zhou Wenyan, but …
Dressed in a long black dress, the pale-faced principal smiled faintly at him.
The uncle shuddered and subconsciously closed the door. However, it wasn't enough for him to close the door. He took a lot of things and blocked the door, hoping to slow down the speed at which the director came in.
Ta ta ta —
The director's footsteps were neither slow nor slow. However, every step seemed to fall on the uncle's heart, making him unable to breathe.
The uncle was like an ant on a hot pan. He stood in the small room, not knowing what to do.
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