Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
My Iyashikei Game
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 285 - You've Done It Again; Defeating The Black Demonic Dragon
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 71: What Army?
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 550: Many Things in Life Can't Be Figured Out
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 200: She’s a Fool
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1036- Be under me or die
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 248: Name
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 169: Beauty
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1035- Desolate Land
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 883: One Versus One Hundred (1)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 284 - Violent Mu Xianxian
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 549: Detachment Is Naturally Difficult When You're a Part of the Secular World
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 199: The Sindhi Lady
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1034- Ice Crystal Path
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 168: Amazing
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 247: Sides
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1033- Historic Siege Chariot
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 283 - A Dozen-Plus Demonic Dragon Halls With A Dozen-Plus Bosses
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 70: Yaine Was Right, Pretty Things Are Deceptive
Zhou Taifu, who stood before the shelf, looked rather awkward. Xu Wen stood beside him. The place was dark. The only light source was Xu Wen’s phone. Their faces were hidden in the dark.
“How can this be?” Xu Wen studied the scene before her. Her thin brows furrowed. The calmness in her expression was gone. The shelf had four layers. Other than the top layer, the other three had been ransacked. A lot of folders were scattered on the ground.
Zhou Taifu knelt down to touch some of the folders. The folders had no dust on them, so this was recent. In other words, Luo Yi was the culprit. He probably found the clues about the ghost there.
However… the pair searched the place again and found nothing. Zhou Taifu slowly stood up and uttered, “It looks like the ghost has taken the clues.” This was the situation that he was most unwilling to accept. Tomorrow night was the time limit. They didn’t have much time left.
“Let’s go,” Xu Wen stopped hesitating and turned around to leave.
Zhou Taifu ran after her. He asked with hesitation, “Where are we going? The Prop Centre?”
“Block C, the music classroom.”
After the door closed, the duo soon disappeared down the corridor. Silence returned. A few minutes passed. There was a minute scratching sound. A closed door eased open a small gap. This door was opposite the file room. It looked perfectly inconspicuous.
Soon, a bloodshot eye appeared in the gap. The eye looked about. Then, the person turned around to whisper, “Doctor, they’re gone.”
Jiang Cheng stood up from a dusty rattan chair. He patted the dust away from his bust. A manila folder was squeezed under his armpit. Upon closer inspection, there was blood on the corner of the folder.
“Doctor,” Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng with admiration and respect, “You are amazing. How did you know they’d come here?”
“Luo Yi had been replaced. They naturally would figure out he had died in the file room. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out he died because he found something inside the file room,” Jiang Cheng answered simply.
“But…
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