Chapter 57: Killing on Campus (XII)
The cold office warmed up a lot. Xiang Liangyu followed Quan Shengyan to the bookshelf. He moved a few books on the shelf. The bookshelf wall made a "creaking" sound and then slowly separated from the middle to both sides.
Xiang Liangyu looked at the scene in front of him, hesitating uncertainly: "Is this, an elevator?"
The person who designed this must be a genius to install an elevator in the house.
Quan Shengyan pressed a button, and the iron door opened automatically. A long black spiral staircase ran through the building. He said, "In order to move around better during the day, this building will have a special path for me to walk on."
Xiang Liangyu was slightly surprised. She saw Quan Shengyan pick up a low white porcelain lamp. After lighting it, although the flame was small, the light was bright enough to cover the entire office.
A bony hand was extended to Xiang Liangyu, and she shook it without hesitation . Although she was prepared, she still shivered at his cold palm, but it could be seen that the heat in his body had almost subsided.
Quan Shengyan walked into the spiral staircase with a lantern in one hand and Xiang Liangyu in the other. The dim lantern was bright enough to illuminate the murals carved on the wall. The lines were smooth and only a few strokes could outline a vivid and lively appearance. They went down all the way, and when the handrail disappeared on each floor, a closed door would appear.
Xiang Liangyu asked: "What is painted on the wall?"
Quan Shengyan was walking in front of Xiang Liangyu. Hearing the words, she turned slightly to look at Xiang Liangyu, as if she was infected by the atmosphere of the stairs. The red eyes that flashed by when Quan Shengyan turned around made her heart tighten suddenly, and an indescribable feeling filled her heart.
Quan Shengyan: “The paintings on the wall are of students who have made contributions to the school.”
At the bottom of the stairs, a dusty wooden door came into view. Quan Shengyan unfastened the doorknob and pushed the door open, dust dancing in the light.
The two entered one after the other. It looked like no one had been in the archive room for a long time. The dust on the floor left footprints. In front of them were neatly arranged tall bookshelves, which held countless archives and materials of the school. The contents of each shelf were marked on the shelf.
Xiang Liangyu walked among the bookshelves. Some of the shelves were covered with dense dust, and the words were completely invisible.
The two of them searched along the shelf list and finally saw the area marked with student files in a row of bookshelves. The oldest student file preserved by the school can be traced back to 1990, which is 33 years old.
Xiang Liangyu searched forward in time. The degree of damage of the bookshelves in each era was different. The further she went forward, the less damage and dust there were on the bookshelves. Finally, she stopped in front of 2022.
There were five classes in the Funeral College that year. According to the tradition of the college, there were no class divisions in the first semester of the freshman year. After one semester of study, students could choose classes based on their courses. The five main majors were divided into five classes. Xiang Liangyu remembered that he was in Class 3.
Funeral Class 2203.
Xiang Liangyu opened the drawer, which contained fifteen files.
Quan Shengyan slowly approached with the oil lamp: "Did you find it?"
Xiang Liangyu searched inside and found that the outer cover of the file had the person's name written on it, but she looked from the first to the last and did not find any file named Xiang Liangyu.
Her brain went idle for a moment, and Xiang Liangyu thought, did she remember it wrong? She only saw an abnormal behavior checklist on her desk when she entered the dormitory, and the class on it was Funeral 2203.
As she was thinking, she just opened the last file bag and a thin piece of paper appeared in her field of vision. Xiang Liangyu picked up the paper. It was a brand new A4 paper with four big words written on it in black pen:
"Want the files? See you at the back hill at 9pm."
Xiang Liangyu: “???”
She turned the paper over and over in disbelief. Apart from this line of words, there was no other writing on it.
There are only two groups of people who can do such a thing. One group is the natives of the world, hiding in the school and secretly spying on her; the other group is the players, but are these players so smart?
Who was the first ?
Xiang Liangyu pushed the drawer back, and it was then that she discovered that there were fingerprints on the cabinet that did not belong to her, and even footprints on the ground that did not belong to the two of them, but judging from the number, it seemed to be from one person.
After seeing the contents on the paper, Quan Shengyan glanced at Xiang Liangyu's hair. The oil lamp was very close to her, and the hair from the ends to the middle was golden. Quan Shengyan suddenly felt dazed.
He stretched out his hand unconsciously, and his fingertips were about to touch the soft hair, but Xiang Liangyu suddenly turned back, and his fingertips just happened to touch Xiang Liangyu's forehead.
Xiang Liangyu raised his eyes to look at Quan Shengyan and said calmly: "What are you doing?"
Quan Shengyan dodged his gaze, retracted his hand, clenched his fist and put it down, and said calmly: "There is dust in your hair."
Xiang Liangyu looked at him suspiciously, then handed him the note: "Let's go, someone got my file first."
As she spoke, she walked towards the small door, but stopped when she passed a low bookshelf on one side. Not only was this row of bookshelves much shorter than the other bookshelves, but the number of drawers was also significantly reduced.
A rough count showed that there were only four drawers, each with a lock.
Xiang Liangyu stared at the low bookshelf and thought for a moment, then turned around and walked to the bookshelf. Each drawer in front was marked with a time, in order: 1990-2000 (school establishment) - 2001-2010 (expansion of the back mountain) - 2011-2019 (none) - 2020 to present (Funeral College).
Each drawer has a copper lock. If the first three drawers are a bit simple, then the fourth drawer can be said to be a collection of high-tech. Not only is there a copper lock, but there is also a password lock, a key lock, and even a fingerprint lock. It is simply the legendary four-fold seal, which cannot be opened without any one of them.
Xiang Liangyu fiddled with the copper lock, and the sound of collision echoed in the archive room, heavy and harsh. She turned her head to look at Quan Shengyan who was coming over and asked, "Can you open it?"
Quan Shengyan came over with a lantern and swept in the direction of Xiang Liangyu's finger. Before he opened his mouth, a crisp "click" sound echoed, attracting the two of them to look towards the source of the sound.
"Awesome! You can even pry this open."
"Thanks."
"Stop talking nonsense and go in quickly."
Xiang Liangyu was stunned and wondered what Bai Zhizi was doing here?
Thinking of this, she quickly pulled Quan Shengyan to hide behind the last few rows of bookshelves. After blowing out the oil lamp in his hand, she made a gesture to keep quiet.
Quan Shengyan casually put the extinguished oil lamp into the bookshelf, and stood quietly behind Xiang Liangyu, occasionally curling the ends of her hair with his fingers.
The light above his head flickered for a moment, and the huge archive room regained its light. After seeing the surrounding situation clearly, Xiang Liangyu couldn't help but frowned.
The area they are in now is the student archive area for the class of 21. The rows of cabinets are marked not with classes but with names.
While observing the player's traces, Xiang Liangyu walked to a drawer and gently opened it.
A yellowed group photo came into view. There were fifteen people in the photo, wearing bachelor's gowns, and a corner was missing from the lower right corner of the photo. Xiang Liangyu stared at the photo and thought, then reached out to turn it over. On the back was written "Funeral 2101, congratulations to the second batch of students for their successful graduation."
"Four locks, to prevent thieves?"
"We are thieves now."
"Brother Yun, how can you say that? We are doing this for the mission. Even if we are thieves, it is the system that forces us to do it. Who told it to change our main storyline?"
“Can you open it?”
“It’s open.”
Xiang Liangyu's pupils were shocked, and her movement was so big that her knees hit the bookshelf, and the "bang" sound was very obvious.
“Who’s there!”
Xiang Liangyu was angry and hurt, thinking that if you can even unlock the fingerprint lock, why are you still going through the game copy? You can just hack into the advanced world and become an NPC.
Quan Shengyan had a smile on his face. He reached out and grabbed Xiang Liangyu's arm and pulled it towards his chest.
Qi Da and Bai Zhizi looked at each other, and walked towards the source of the sound, one on the left and one on the right. As they walked quickly, they could only see a collapsed pull-out cabinet and their good friend opposite them.
Qi Da picked up the file on the ground and said, "This is strange. Can it fall down by itself?"
Bai Zhizi took the photo from his hand and looked at the file again. The file was well preserved and the name column read "Xu Yu".
Qi Da saw Bai Zhizi's serious expression, which was her most typical expression when she was thinking. He was delighted and asked, "Have you found another suspicious point?"
Bai Zhizi winked at Qi Da and said, "Let's go."
The two men walked up to Yun Panshan and their faces changed when they looked at the things in the drawer.
[Good news! Congratulations to the player for obtaining confidential documents, a damaged group photo, and a well-preserved file bag. The main quest [Killing the School] has reached 10%.]
【Part of Taki's job information is released. 】
[Before the establishment of the funeral service major, Longzhi Vocational and Technical College was just a low-level junior college, and the number of students enrolled each year could not even meet the standard. For this reason, the principal decided to create a brand new major that corresponds to a special profession - funeral service technology and management. ]
【The funeral major was established in 2020, and the school invested a lot of manpower and material resources in it. The number of students in the first batch of admissions did not even exceed 100, but the principal did not give up. He designed the course and personally led the students to study in the funeral home. Three years later, the school and the funeral home signed a contract to send all graduates to work, with a monthly income of 30,000.】
【With its special expertise and unexpected 100% employment rate, it is the only major among all junior colleges and even all universities. As a result, the funeral major has become the most popular major in Longzhi Vocational College, without a doubt.】
[The second batch of freshmen was as high as 1,000 people. Just when everything was going in a good direction, all graduates who graduated a year ago were rejected by the funeral home, and even accused the school many times. The contract was terminated and the school faced a million-dollar penalty.]
The system fell silent. Qi Da's eyes widened. "Gone again? Are you kidding me? You always stop halfway through. You're not as suspenseful as me. Why were the graduates sent back? Did the school compensate them? What about the first batch of students? Show me the system!"
"I guess the first batch of graduates may have died on campus." Yun Panshan took out the files from the cabinet. Above each file bag was the word "dead".
Qi Da couldn't believe it. He lowered his voice and said, "The school... wouldn't they kill someone for a million-dollar compensation..."
Yun Panshan shook his head: "It has nothing to do with the school. Remember that classroom? The color on the windows was not painted black, but charcoal black. There was a fire in that classroom."
Bai Zhizi: "You mean, they were burned to death in the classroom?"
Qi Da hugged himself and shuddered: "This world is so crazy. It's not shameful for a graduate to be rejected, so why would they set themselves on fire?"
Yun Panshan: "That's not what I meant. From the secret passage in the classroom and the door behind the wall, it can be seen that the classroom cannot be the place where they died. I think it was the place where the bodies were burned."
Xiang Liangyu, kneeling on the top of the bookshelf, stared at the three heads below, his eyes fixed on the files surrounded by them. The drawers of the low cabinet were wide and large, and could easily fit no more than a hundred files.
But compared to this, Xiang Liangyu wanted to know more about the spring smoke.
Her waist was tightly encircled, and her back was pressed against cold skin; she could feel the chill even through her clothes.
Xiang Liangyu held the hand on her waist, turned around and whispered: "You are holding me too tight!"
The Quan Shengyan in front of him had a pale face. Although he was pale to begin with, it was obvious that he didn't look well. What was even more strange was that his hands were shaking!
Xiang Liangyu held his hand with her backhand, and watching his series of reactions, an idea gradually emerged. She said uncertainly: "Quan Shengyan, you... are not afraid of heights, right?"
