Chapter 1041 What Is in Your Bag

As long as Yu Jian can be found, all the puzzles behind this door can be solved. The more important thing is that Yu Jian has taken the initiative to accept the ghost fetus. He and the ghost fetus have shared a body for a long time. There are many people.

The moment he entered the school, Chen Ge began to use Yin Tong. He memorized the faces of all the students in his mind, not letting anyone go.

The class bell rang, and Chen Ge entered the classroom reluctantly.

"I heard you didn't come home that day? What's the matter? You ran away from home?" Du Ming, the round-faced chubby man, handed over a note. Chen Ge just glanced at it and crumpled the note into a ball. I don't have the habit of passing notes to the elders in class.

The little fat man stretched out his fist towards Chen Ge, but Chen Ge ignored him and looked down at the class schedule posted on the table.

"The third class is English. Can I just stay in the classroom for the first two classes? It's a waste of time."

Chen Ge first listed an action plan for himself. After thinking over all the details and loopholes to ensure that there would be no mistakes, he glanced at the clock on the wall.

"How come ten minutes have passed?"

The world behind the door is woven according to memory. Chen Ge seriously suspects that the reason for this situation is that he always didn't listen well in class and was always looking forward to the end of get out of class, so he often felt that the days were like years.

Karma, now that feeling becomes reality in the world behind the door.

"Does it mean that time flies by as soon as get out of class is over?"

Lifting the backpack, Chen Ge was thinking about whether he would piss off the teacher to death if he walked out directly.

"There's no need to get into a stalemate with the school, just find a reason to ask for leave next time."

He was in math class, and there were English textbooks on Chen Ge's desk. He was already ready for the third class in advance.

"Hello." Du Ming played another note: "What club are you going to apply for? We don't have any friends, so we should just sign up for the same club. We need to have a companion during our daily activities, so we won't be completely isolated."

"Society?"

"When school was over yesterday, I saw some seniors posting advertisements, and some associations went to every class to advertise in order to grab people."

Chen Ge and the others went to private high schools, and some systems were different from public high schools.

"Can the publicity club go to every class?" The little fat man didn't realize that what he said casually gave Chen Ge an idea: "I can go to every class to check on it under the banner of club propaganda."

"How about Go? You don't need to exercise, you can just sit in a daze, isn't it perfect?" Du Ming and Chen Ge were not on the same channel at all, and the two chatted like this.

After finally getting out of class, Chen Ge rushed out of the classroom with his backpack in hand.

"The time after class can't be wasted. If you meet someone who doesn't have any friends, you shouldn't run around and probably stay in the classroom."

He ran all over the first and second floors, and when he was about to go to the third floor, the class bell rang.

Chen Ge didn't care, and continued to look for Yu Jian's figure.

There were no students to be seen in the corridor. Like the dean, Chen Ge carried a bag and used his dark pupils to "float" past the windows of each class.

"Stop! Which class are you in?"

When Chen Ge reached the fourth floor, he was stopped by a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man seemed to be a teacher of discipline, and he had appeared with Zhang Ya before.

"I go to the bathroom."

"Going to the bathroom with your schoolbag? Did you miss class again?" The middle-aged man said with a straight face, "Wait, what's in your schoolbag? Why is there a horn? Open it and let me see!"

Chen Ge didn't mind being late, but it would be hard to tell if he opened the backpack.

It's okay to say that women's high heels are expensive and sexy at first glance, although they have blood on them, but normal people should be able to accept them.

But how to explain the skull crushing hammer? Self-defense? hobby? No matter how you think about it, there are problems.

"What are you doing in a daze? Open it and let me see it!" The middle-aged man felt that Chen Ge had a ghost in his heart, and wanted to snatch Chen Ge's backpack.

Chen Ge stared at the middle-aged man's thinning forehead, considering whether to give him a hammer.

Having fought against all kinds of vicious gangsters many times, Chen Ge himself has some unique insights into methods such as hiding corpses and throwing corpses.

"If this hammer continues, the campus youth inspirational drama will become a thriller suspense forbidden film."

Although it is the world behind the door, Chen Ge still has his own rules. He didn't do anything, but ran away.

Chen Ge, who had chased after the red clothes in the world behind the door, was now being chased by a bald old man.

"I can't make a move. Maybe Yu Jian and Mingtai are expecting me to make a move. They want to drag me into the abyss step by step."

The more I thought about it, the more I realized it was possible. Chen Ge ran very fast, and the middle-aged teacher was also very strong.

When there was no way to escape, a familiar voice suddenly came from the corridor.

"Chen Ge? Director Shi?" Zhang Ya, who was wearing a suit and skirt, stood at the door of the office, her eyes were full of surprise: "What are you doing?"

"Ms. Zhang! Come on! Stop him! It's too shameful!" The middle-aged man was panting heavily. He was covering his lower back. He didn't feel anything when he ran, but when he stopped, his lungs were burning with pain.

"He wants to see my bag." Chen Ge took advantage of the opportunity to hide behind Zhang Ya: "I was going to the bathroom just now, and he insisted on stopping me."

The middle-aged man also heard Chen Ge's voice: "Come to school to study! Is there anything unrelated to study in your bag? Get it out for me!"

Neither of the two sides gave in, and Zhang Ya stood in the middle with a look of embarrassment on her face: "Don't quarrel, Director Shi, calm down. Although Chen Ge is naughty, he is definitely not a bad boy."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Chen Ge again: "Go back to the classroom first, and study hard."

Zhang Ya was obviously helping Chen Ge, and Director Shi was a little annoyed when he saw it: "Don't go! What is in your bag? Why did you run so fast when I told you to see it!"

It can't be said that Director Shi is at fault, he is just stricter, maybe he wants to be responsible to other students.

The atmosphere was solemn, and Zhang Ya didn't know what to say. She asked Chen Ge in a low voice: "Tell the teacher secretly, is there anything in the bag that can't be packed?"

"Mr. Zhang! Don't talk nonsense with him! According to my many years of teaching experience, there must be cigarettes hidden in this kid's bag. You can search for it, and you will definitely find it!" Director Shi was very annoyed, and his thinning hair stood on end angrily. .

"I didn't pack a cigarette! I don't smoke either!" Chen Ge's voice was full of grievances.

"Then why don't you let us see?" Director Shi walked towards this side, and Zhang Ya also looked at Chen Ge.

"Okay, I'll let you see, let you see!" After Chen Ge finished speaking, he unzipped his backpack, took out the pair of red high heels and held them in his arms: "When my mother left me, this is what she left for me The last thought, I just want to bring her by my side!"

With his head lowered, Chen Ge hugged the shoes tightly, his voice trembling: "I know it's strange to stuff such a pair of shoes in my schoolbag, and I'm also afraid of being treated as a monster, but I just want to be with her all the time, I Did you do something wrong!"

Tears slid down his cheeks, Chen Ge stuffed the red high-heeled shoes into his backpack, turned his head and left with the bag in his arms.

Both Zhang Ya and Director Shi stood in place with complicated expressions, and neither of them caught up.