But the problem is, if there is no correct key in this bunch of keys...

More than ten minutes passed, and dozens of keys were tried twice. Teacher Han Lu did not give up and tried again. As a result, the door still did not open.

Teacher Han Lu scratched the back of her head in embarrassment and said with a flushed face, "Sorry, maybe there was a mistake. The key is not here..."

"It doesn't matter, I'll just smash it with my gun." Zhang Yu said calmly, as if he was saying we were going to eat fish tonight. While he was talking, he pointed the gun in his hand at the unlucky lock.

"Ah, no!" Han Lu immediately stopped him and grabbed his right hand holding the gun with both hands.

The reason why she stopped him was because she hadn't left yet. She was afraid that the gun would go off, so she grabbed his right hand holding the gun. As a result, the two of them got entangled. In fact, it was a woman who was struggling, and the man didn't

I didn't have much strength, so I was too lazy to move.

At this moment, there was a creaking sound that could make one's skin crawl. The door behind the two people slowly opened as if being pulled by a ghost, revealing a new and deep space for the two of them.

The two stopped, slowly staring at the wooden door that opened automatically, and looked at it carefully: the inner grooves of the door had become dilapidated, so in other words, the door was not locked at all...

…

The two of them entered. Han Lu got into a familiar place and rummaged around happily shouting for something. While he looked at the teacher's office carefully:

It covers an area of ​​more than two hundred square meters and looks very wide. The ventilation and lighting of this classroom are very good.

The office is divided into six areas, which are divided according to the subjects taught. Each area is separated by a fence, and the fence is marked with such-and-such subjects and such-and-such subjects.

There were sixty desks in total. He counted them carefully, and there were indeed sixty desks. Each desk was covered with a large number of books, and orange-yellow homework books alone took up most of the desks.

There are also cups, tissues, plastic bags, coffee, cheese, etc.

In addition, there are drinking fountains in every area, with a lot of pure water left inside, and disposable water cups next to the drinking fountains. It seems that the office life of teachers is no different from that of ordinary white-collar workers.

At this moment, Teacher Han Lu walked out with a smile and a big box in her arms. The place she came out of was the Chinese language area, and she looked very familiar, as if she was walking into her own home, without any awkwardness at all.

, everything is under her nose, so in other words, she is a Chinese teacher, and this is her office...

She walked up to him with a smile, then handed the big box to him, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, I saved some food. Let's take these first. I will go to other subject areas to see if they are still there."

If there is any leftover food, we will collect it all."

Zhang Yu obediently caught it, and she winked playfully, "Hey, I've wanted to try this for a long time. They always call me poor and come to our Chinese language area with the best temperament to eat. I know

Yes, they must have saved a lot of good things... These guys, hehe, they are all ours..." He smiled evilly.

She left, and Zhang Yu saw her getting into one fence area after another, and then getting out again with a smile. When she came out, she had boxes of different sizes in her hands.

After getting through two or three fence areas, her hands could no longer carry it, so she had to wave to Zhang Yu and ask him to help.

He had no choice but to put down the box he was holding and walked towards her.

At the same time, as he had just taken steps, there was a whistling sound on the railing of the corridor, and he looked over.

There, a figure appeared. This person jumped up directly from downstairs. He could see clearly.

He was shocked, he had never been so shocked before.

She also followed his gaze and looked outside.

There was a man standing on the railing like a god. The wind blew his hair and clothes, but he stood quietly as if nothing happened.

She was so frightened that she almost screamed, so he had to cover her mouth and continue to look at that person.

I couldn't see the person's face clearly because the background of that person was the sky. Even if there was no sunlight, it was still very dazzling and blurry.

Both of them were very scared, but they did not dare to say anything, and he even tightened his grip on the pistol.

The breeze stirred up the man's hair and clothes. Under their gaze, he slowly jumped down from the railing, as if dancing in the wind. That speed could really be said to be falling slowly.

He fell steadily, and a soft click slowly echoed in the corridor.
Chapter completed!