Chapter 175 The Sixth Live Broadcast

I looked through the student status files and found that among the students in Class 3 where Guo Junjie was, the page with student number 11 was completely blank.

"The archivist accidentally inserted a blank piece of paper into the student status file? Or was it a printing error?" I pulled out the page and all the information on it was erased.

Putting this page in my pocket, I slowly discovered more.

Every year, the number of top three students in other classes is five, except for Guo Junjie's third class, which is always four.

"Why is there one less place? Is this a matter of reputation?" Carefully read each student status information. It will list the positions the student has held during the school year, such as class representative, health committee member, etc.

I read through all the information sheets and found that no student in Class 3 had ever served as a class representative for mathematics.

I also discovered a strange place. There are many clubs established by students in this Japanese-style private high school, such as music club and art club. The activity information of all clubs can be found in the archives.

Among them was a club called the Detective Agency. I took a second look at it for professional reasons, but I didn’t expect to gain an unexpected reward.

The column for the president of this club is blank, and the president's name is not included in all event attendance records.

I looked at the information all over the place, and a virtual image in my mind became fuller.

This missing high school student should be very low-key on weekdays, with a calm and mature personality. This can be seen from Guo Junjie's tone and attitude when talking about him. When the whole class regards bullying Guo Junjie as a daily routine, that person is not I have never done anything excessive to Guo Junjie.

Moreover, his academic performance is very good, and he is rated as one of the three best students every year. Among all the subjects, he is best at mathematics.

He also established a detective agency and served as its president, which shows that he is very interested in criminal investigation and solving crimes.

I touched my chin and took out the pen and paper I brought with me to record all these characteristics.

"Age between seventeen and nineteen, gender unknown, height and weight unknown, strong logical thinking, calm and calm personality, with certain organizational and coordination abilities."

After writing it, even I was a little surprised. All the conditions of the missing person met the needs of the underworld show, as if it was tailor-made for it.

"Could this student be Xia Chi? If he had been the anchor of the underworld show five years ago, then this person would be too scary." I have experienced several life and death crises in less than a month since I became the anchor. It's hard to imagine how a person could survive such torture for five years: "But Xia Qingzhi said that his brother only attended the interview recently, so he is probably not the same person."

I didn't leave Xinhu High School until the evening and searched all the rooms, but the results were not ideal. Everything about the missing person was erased and no trace was left.

It was already dark when I returned to Tingtang Road from Xinhu. I practiced the Miaozhenxin method in the store. In my spare time, I studied the talisman formation, which was quite fulfilling.

The next day, I followed Miao Zhen's detailed explanation and finally succeeded in drawing the first suppression talisman after wasting more than a dozen talisman papers. Looking at the crooked runes on it, I felt a sense of accomplishment.

I spent the whole day practicing and drawing talismans in the shop, and I wasted most of the talisman papers and accessories in Lu Jinduo's treasure bag. However, after practicing many times, my success rate in drawing talismans became higher and higher.

In the evening, I installed the three suppression charms I had drawn, packed up the live broadcast tools, closed the store early and stood by my big-screen mobile phone.

Every three days is like a reincarnation of nightmares. There is no way to escape. We can only find the increasingly slim hope in this game of life and death.

The hands crossed and the electronic clock on the wall rang, it was eight o'clock in the evening.

A ray of cold light illuminated the tabletop, tearing open the darkness in the small room, and squeezed into my field of vision like a ghost fetus that couldn't wait to be born.

Picking up the phone from the underworld show, I put it to my ear.

"Hello?"

There was the sound of chewing and swallowing from the other side of the phone, as if someone was chewing something.

I didn't dare to speak and listened carefully, not wanting to miss any clues.

It took more than a minute for the chewing sound to disappear, and the sound of a door closing sounded on the phone.

"Hello?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let her find out." This was a man's voice, and he seemed very scared now.

I lowered my tone and continued to ask, "Do you need any help?"

"My wife has been acting very strange recently, and I want you to help me find out why."

"Can you tell me more about it?"

The man's voice on the other end of the phone was trembling: "Since a month ago, pet dogs and cats have been missing every day in the community where I live."

"No one paid attention at first, but in the past few days, not only pets but also five- and six-year-old children have been lost."

"We have seen the surveillance, and we don't know if it is a coincidence. My wife always appears near the scene where the child disappears."

"I suspect that my wife is related to the disappearance of these animals and children, and I also find that animal hair always appears inexplicably in my house, as well as the smell of blood coming from nowhere."

When the man said this, his voice became even deeper: "What scares me the most is that every morning when my wife opens her mouth to speak, the smell of formalin will come out of her mouth!"

"Husband...who are you calling?"

Just as the man was talking about the key point, a strange female voice suddenly came from the phone, and then the call was hung up directly.

Listening to the beeping busy signal, I froze in place until a text message was sent to my mailbox.

"They were childhood sweethearts and thought they could watch the sunset together. But at the age of 35, she got lung cancer. Holding the diagnosis certificate, she cried and laughed. She didn't smoke and didn't have any bad habits, so why did she get lung cancer? She came to him In the office, she saw a bag of her favorite dried fruits in his drawer, and there was a medicine bottle next to it. This was shocking, and she shed tears. Three days later, she cried and lit birthday candles for him, but he was not there. She He lit 34 long candles and one short candle, and smiled and said: You have really lost weight."

"Want to know which question you got wrong? Stay alive and you'll get the answer."

"Live broadcast mission: Arrive at Jiangcheng Medical College, west gate of the old campus before early morning."

"Optional Task 1: For each person who survives except you, an additional point will be awarded."

"Optional task two: tell the correct answer and be awarded five points."

"Attention: The special function of the mobile phone in the underworld is turned on. When you encounter an unsolvable death situation, you can call this mysterious number. The other party may help you escape, or it may lead you into deeper despair. First call It’s free, the call lasts three minutes, and each subsequent call will cost ten points.”

Looking at the text messages in the mailbox of my mobile phone, with the man's voice still echoing in my ears, I lit a cigarette out of habit.

"The question in the text message was one I answered during the interview for the Underworld Show. Could it be that this was the question I answered incorrectly?" The phone calls and text messages seemed to give a lot of clues, but in fact they were messy, as if It's such a mess that it's hard to figure out where to start.

"And this helpline function is a complete scam. It may help escape, but it may also lead to despair. Is this any different from not saying anything?"

After smoking a cigarette, I turned on my computer and searched. The old campus of Jiangcheng Medical College is located in the west of Jiangcheng. The place cannot be considered remote, but few developers are willing to buy that piece of land.

Five years ago, Jiangcheng Medical College moved to the eastern suburbs of Jiangcheng, leaving only four majors in the old campus: human anatomy, histology and embryology, pathophysiology, and pathological anatomy.

Moreover, students in these majors attend classes in the East Campus, and the entire West Campus is closed and no one is allowed to enter.

"Did it move five years ago?" I put out the cigarette in my hand and slowly tightened my fingers: "Xinhu High School also happened five years ago. There seemed to be a big chaos in the entire Jiangcheng five years ago."

I glanced at the time, and it was already half past eight before I knew it. I packed up my things, put all the live broadcast tools into a black suitcase, and then took a taxi to the old campus of Jiangcheng Medical College.

I arrived at about nine o'clock. The campus covers a large area. I walked around and found that there are only three gates in the entire campus, and there is no west gate as mentioned in the underworld show text message.