The sound of paper being flipped in the dead office echoed.

His eyes moved quickly between the two books, and his fingers pressed against the pages one by one, searching for information in it.

Soon, Wen Jianyan suffocated his breath and felt a layer of goose bumps on his back, and the hairs on his arms were standing up. It is easy to say whether it was excitement or fear.

...He guessed right.

Sure enough, the content of the novice manual in the principal's office is indeed much more than the one in their hands.

His novice manual only has one page map, and in the novice manual in the principal's room, there is a blank page behind the map.

A similar situation occurred in the second half of some chapters. It was obviously over, but in the version in the vice principal's room, there was no reason behind the text.

Even some unclear and unreadable locations in the text have subtle differences.

For example here:

"For the comprehensive and balanced development of your quality, our school adopts a credit system, ■■■■■■■.”

This is the content of the manual sent to the students.

In the freshman manual in the vice president's office, although the words that can be seen clearly are no different from those in their hands, the vague content behind the line is obviously more, and even takes up nearly two lines of space.

And here:

"Your credits will not be able to support your later development at the school, and it will have an irreversible bad impact on your future plans." The same is true. The text that can be read is the same, but the length of the hidden information is obviously different.

Integrity first live broadcast room:

"I really didn't expect that there are two versions of this novice manual!"

"Absolutely, this copy is a fucking trick. The full version is hidden in the vice principal's office, and those with few words and pages are sent to students, right?"

"But I have to say that the difference is not very big. Although the version in the principal's office looks more, the extra version is either blank pages or vague prints and content that cannot be seen clearly. Even if the content is less, it will have no impact on the anchor's clearance."

"……really."

On the other side, the rest stayed at the door and waited silently.

The door of the office in front of me was closed.

There was a dead silence outside the door, and there was no movement. However, unlike the dead silence in the corridor, most of the ashes of cigarettes inside the door seemed to have been corroded by something, turning into dirty and dark colors.

The breath is cold and looks particularly strange and ominous.

A little half has passed since the seven minutes promised by Orange Candy, and time has never been as difficult as it is now.

Every second passes like a century, but it seems like it passes in just a blink of an eye, which makes people feel panicked.

Hugo leaned against the door panel with his eyes closed, his face soaked in the shadows, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

Su Cheng bent his knees and sat on the ground, his fingers playing with the tarots that were shining with the stars and moons, but his eyes always fell on Wen Jianyan not far away.

As the most inspiring and the most affected psychic, the Acropolis looked at the ash on the ground and at the other moments, Wen Jianyan not far away, and seemed particularly anxious.

Suddenly, Acropolis was stunned, as if he felt something:

"Wait a moment……"

Hugo opened his eyes and looked over: "What?"

"Things outside the door," Acropolis said uncertainly, "It seems to be leaving?"

Now, Su Cheng also stopped the movement in his hand and looked up:

"Leave?"

"Yes." Acropolis nodded, slowly raised his hand and placed it on the door panel, feeling the cold air outside away, and said slowly, "Just just now, the premonition of death that always threatened me disappeared."

Hugo came forward.

He squatted down, twisted the ash on the ground, and said:

"really."

From the moment they entered the office, the dark ash that had never stopped being eroded no longer increased, as if "it" had stopped trying to come in from outside.

"Hate has been transferred?"

Su Cheng guessed.

"I don't know," Acropolis shook his head, looking confused, "But logically speaking, there will be no other people on the third floor, and I don't quite understand why this situation occurs..."

Not far away, Wen Jianyan knew nothing about what was happening on the other side.

He lowered his head, supported his hands on the table, and looked at the two new books spread out in front of him, his eyes moving between them.

Why?

He was a little confused.

Although the size of the two booklets is obvious, these extra contents are either blank pages or vague, and the printed wrong parts. Since the anchor cannot see the real content below, why should we deliberately distinguish the full version from the missing page version? What is the significance of this?

unless--

Suddenly, two "buzzing" sounds sounded in the dead office, interrupting Wen Jianyan's thoughts. Hugo took out his cell phone, and it was still a message sent by Orange Candy.

The content is only two words.

Retreat quickly

But the seven minutes she promised had not arrived yet, and it was even half of them just now.

Hugo's pupils shrank, and he seemed to suddenly think of something.

He put his cell phone back into his pocket and quickly walked towards the window in the vice principal's office. The window was tightly closed, and through the blurry window, he could see the dark campus outside and unable to see his fingers.

On the road in front of the administrative building, a little dim street light was on. Under the faint light, you could vaguely see several figures walking slowly in this direction.

“…The get out of class is over there.”

Hugo lowered his voice.

Hearing this, everyone was suffocated.

...No wonder the "guard" who just stayed at their door disappeared.

Now, everything abnormalities have an answer, because it will be a worse situation instead.

Every time things seem to have a turnaround, but in the next second, new crises will always come, throwing them into a more dangerous situation.

"We have to leave."

Hugo slowly retreated back from the window and said solemnly.

The end of the ideological and moral course, the return of the vice principal and more student union members, will completely break the originally fragile balance. The Orange Candy is already in short supply and cannot maintain it in this situation anyway. Those who are still on the third floor will be caught in a jar.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of Wen Jianyan: "You—"

However, Hugo was interrupted by Wen Jianyan as soon as he opened his mouth: "What about eating?"

"……What?"

Hugo frowned.

"Where are the props bought from the school cafeteria?" Wen Jianyan stepped forward, his already pale face seemed to be even more bloodless, and his eyes became more sharp and brighter. He whispered, "Who is on you?"

Acropolis was stunned and said:

“I have it here.”

Since it is impossible to predict what accidents may happen after separation, before the separation, Orange Candy distributed the props bought in the cafeteria to everyone.

Not far away, Su Cheng stared at Wen Jianyan's face and frowned:

"But, you now-"

"I don't have time to say this." Wen Jianyan's eyes were burning, his pronunciation was urgent and clear, "Quick."

The Acropolis was also a little hesitant.

No one knows the side effects of these canteen props better than them, and Wen Jianyan's current san value is already in danger, and eating in this situation...

It's tantamount to suicide.

Hugo glanced at him and nodded at the Acropolis.

Since Hugo had agreed, there was no reason to object. He sighed, took out half of the steamed buns he bought from the canteen from his pocket, raised his hand and threw them to Wen Jianyan.

Su Cheng took a step forward, as if he wanted to stop it, but he was still one step slower.

He lowered his eyes, but his expression turned slightly cold.

Wen Jianyan walked back to the table quickly, stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth, and took a quick bite.

The cold steamed bun was warm and moistened by saliva, and the starch was slightly sweet while biting and chewing. However, as the seemingly ordinary food was eaten, Wen Jianyan's ears buzzed violently. The already shaking vision became more and more chaotic and shaking. He even had to raise his hand to the table to prevent himself from falling to the ground.

Wen Jianyan shook his head and looked at the upper right corner with difficulty.

Under his gaze, the number behind the san value began to slowly drop, from the already low 16 to 1 little by little.

He lowered his eyes and fell on the messy table.

I saw lines of dark and neat text printed on the surface of the cold white paper - that was the program they had been ordered to read in ideological and moral classes.
To be continued...