There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 211: Forty-five students
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Sixth Middle School.
One night passed, nothing happened in the school, looking at Zhang Yiwen, who was exhausted, and looking at the sky about to light up,
So Founder decided to stop here first, and the next day should be the safest.
He intends to pick up his clothes first.
But before that, Fang Zheng went to the shop to visit the old **** stick. In any case, he was the nominal boss, and he always expressed his concern for the employees.
As soon as Fang Zheng arrived in the shop, the old **** stick immediately complained, saying that he went to work during the day and worked overtime at night, and that he had to stay up all night with a handful of old bones, and his body was almost too much to bear.
Fang Zheng has a strange expression on his face: "Didn't I let the old **** stick you open the shop at 3 in the afternoon and close it after 10 in the evening? It only takes seven hours to go to work a day."
"Anyway, in the college town during the daytime, the college students were either in class or just finished the game all night and slept with their heads covered."
The old **** stick hehe hehe rubbed his hands and said, "I don't want to work more and earn more, don't I want to get more commission."
Founder was speechless.
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When Fang Zheng picked up his clothes and returned to his residence, it was almost the last moment of dawn, and the sky gradually turned white.
However!
It wasn't long before Fang Zheng was practicing "Xiantian Gong" at home. Zhang Yiwen called with a panicked call. Fang Zheng immediately put aside his practice and hurried to the sixth middle school.
At this time, it was around 7 o'clock in the morning, which happened to be not long after the school’s early self-study started.
When Fang Zheng took a taxi to the sixth middle school, he saw Zhang Yiwen, who had already been waiting for him at the school gate.
The two talked while rushing. It turned out that after Zhang Yiwen went back, because she had been thinking about the students, she didn't sleep for a few hours, so she rushed back to the school to continue the investigation.
Zhang Yiwen's class is not just the third grade 1 class. She began to count the number of classes that started in the morning self-study.
Then check the list on the file information.
It turned out that there were two student lists in two classes, which could not be checked with the school’s intranet file data, so I hurriedly called to find the upper class.
These two problematic classes are the 4th class of the third grade and the 6th class of the third grade.
As for whether there were similar disappearances of students in the first and second grades of junior high school, Zhang Yiwen has not yet investigated. She was not in the first and second grades, so it will take some time to investigate.
Fang Zheng followed Zhang Yiwen and began to carefully check the two classes that found the problem one by one. The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted the originally quiet campus where the sound of reading aloud. In the teacher's office building where the student teaching building and archives room are located, Fang Zheng and Zhang Yiwen were seen running hurriedly.
Soon after, Fang Zheng was confirmed that there were two classes, and one junior student who was about to take the middle school entrance examination disappeared.
It's exactly the same!
The classmates and teachers all forgot the existence of these two students.
This is undoubtedly a conjecture verified by Founder.
This time the supernatural event happened in No.6 Middle School, not coincidence or accident. It was a mass disappearance incident.
As for the specific number of missing, whether the teacher is still involved, this will have to be further investigated before it can be finalized.
Founder immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.
In the archives room at this time, Fang Zheng looked at Zhang Yiwen on the side: "Mr. Zhang, have you rechecked the number of students in Class 1 of the third grade?"
"Didn't it have been determined that two students from Class 1 of the third grade are missing, Li Zhi and Zhou Bohan?" Zhang Yiwen looked at Fang Zheng with curious eyes.
Fang Zheng frowned slightly. It seems that Zhang Yiwen has not rechecked the students in Class 1 of the third grade.
Holding on the idea that he would rather be cautious and never let go of any clues, Fang Zheng took Zhang Yiwen and hurried to Class 1 of the third grade under the surprised eyes of the other teachers in the teacher's office building.
The morning self-study time in No.6 Middle School is from 6:50 to 7:30. The time at this time is 8 o’clock in the morning. The time for early self-study is long past. It has entered the first class time in the morning. This class is math class. Both of them just stood outside the window and looked into the classroom without disturbing the students' class time.
The students looked curiously at the Chinese teacher Zhang, who was standing outside the window, and Fang Zheng, who was unfamiliar with them, and wondered why the Chinese teacher suddenly appeared outside the window. The math teacher who was in class at the moment also noticed the two people standing in the corridor outside the window, so he walked out of the classroom lightly and asked if there was anything wrong.
This is a female mathematics teacher who wears severe myopia glasses and is about forty or fifty years old with a little serious face.
Zhang Yiwen opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer, but turned her head to look at Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng had an idea: "My sister will be entering the third year of junior high next year. I want to transfer my sister to a better learning atmosphere. Teacher Zhang said that you are a senior and responsible person. The particularly responsible teacher of the third grade of junior high school, so he is showing me around."
"By the way, this teacher, how many students are there in Class 1 of the third grade of junior high school you are teaching? I think you can understand the teacher, and sometimes all aspects of the overall factors contribute to the improvement of grades after transfer, or more Or less of an impact." Fang Zheng suddenly raised a question.
Although this mathematics teacher always felt something was wrong, Zhang Yiwen did not refute Fang Zheng’s words. She couldn’t think of something wrong: "Your point of view, I can understand it. It is indeed not a trivial matter to transfer to another school. Students can improve their grades in a different environment, but some students’ grades have plummeted instead."
"There are forty-five students in this class."
Founder: "Are no students absent today?"
Mathematics teacher: "No student is absent or asked for leave today, what's the matter?"
The math teacher is already a little suspicious.
Hearing the answer from the math teacher, Zhang Yiwen's face turned pale.
Fang Zheng seemingly asked casually: "Does the teacher know a student named Zhang Jiawen? My neighbor has a child named Zhang Jiawen, who is in our sixth middle school and is also in the third grade of junior high."
The math teacher didn't even think about it, so he shook his head and said that he didn't know him.
"Okay, I will disturb you, teacher. I asked Teacher Zhang to show me around the campus, so we won't disturb the teacher and you continue to class." Fang Zheng took Zhang Yiwen and left.
As soon as he left Class 1 of the third grade, Zhang Yiwen looked pale and anxiously asked: "There are a total of 48 students in Class 1 of the third grade. Is there another student missing now?"
"Teacher Zhang, before answering your question, I want to ask one question first. Did you see Peng Xiaoyun and Sun Xingping... these students in Class 1 of the third grade?"
The list of students reported by Fangzheng is exactly the students who stayed on duty after finishing the evening self-study last night.
"Yes, there are..." Zhang Yiwen's voice trembled.
That is trying to suppress the fear and hesitation in my heart.
Fang Zheng nodded, and then asked: "Does Teacher Zhang know Zhang Jiawen?"
Swipe!
Zhang Yiwen's face suddenly became paler, her pupils dilated and panicked: "I, I...Is he originally a student in Class 1 of the third grade?"