"Can he see us?"

Outside the thick glass window, Old Dirk's face was startled, and he turned to look at the captain Dick beside him.

"It's hard to say!"

Dick, who also frowned, pondered for a while and then said slowly:

"Witnesses of extraordinary events will have some strange abilities."

"Furthermore, after investigation, he may have been exposed to the extraordinary characteristics left by the Sequence 9 generalists. The fact that he did not lose control on the spot is enough to illustrate his specialness."

"You mean..." Old Dirk seemed to have remembered something, raised his hand and pointed to the next door: "That ancient dagger fragment that he carried with him before and lost its spirituality?"

"Yes!" Dick nodded and said, "It should have been a magical item made with extraordinary properties."

After speaking, he raised his hand and knocked on the glass, giving a hint to Mrs. Sariel who was also in the room, and pulled the handle next to her again.

Amidst the strange roar of gear friction, the machine behind Ivan began to rotate crazily again.

The last sight that lingered passed over the slender silver pipe in the hand of the lady across the long table, and a clear smile appeared on his face.

"They have a long history, and they can be traced back to the Xue Lingren who took pleasure in them..."

But no one knows what happened in the bathroom.

Through the iron grille of the mechanical device, many old gears and rusty connecting rods can be vaguely seen.

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his leg, kicked over the "classmate" who was closest to him and hit him the hardest, reached out and grabbed the boy next to him behind him, who had handed him a copper knife, and threw him into the bathroom.

Using the debris behind the door to hold the already cracked door lock, Alvin glanced at the hideous wound on his shoulder without realizing it.

However, when he looked deep into the gap between the other party and the door, he saw a dim gas lamp.

"And the good news is, you're going to be the next clue."

He muttered to himself and pushed him to the ground, then pinched the small wings covered with fine scales behind his back, dragged him to the toilet stall, and said with a low smile:

But just when he was about to land, he suddenly opened his eyes in the secret room.

While putting it between his fingers and gently scrubbing it, the knife's pitted surface was revealed, while he wriggled the corners of his mouth and repeatedly chewed the tasteless paper ball in his mouth.

Until he saw a bathroom with the door ajar, an inexplicable smile suddenly appeared on his face. He stepped forward, grabbed a boy's "feathered" arm, and said enthusiastically:

"I don't like guessing riddles, so I'm going to ask directly!"

"What a foolish story!"

It was still the same classroom, and the noisy shouts were still heard in my ears.

"However, I roughly know the context of the story!"

But new content appeared on the notebook on the desk:

"I am Alvin Stinson. If you see this sentence, it means I am dead!"

They sat around the long table together and turned their attention to Mrs. Salil, who was gently rubbing the sides of her forehead and her cheeks were bloodless.

After a long time, Salil finally spoke slowly:

"Through the dream instrument and the observation of Alvin Stinson's dream, I learned that the participants in this extraordinary event were all students of Tingen City Technical College, a total of eleven people."

Under the chandelier, in the secret room where light and darkness were completely separated and opposed to each other, the lady whose face was hidden in the darkness lit the pipe in her hand with trembling fingers.

As soon as he finished speaking, the complex machinery connected to the seat behind him began to rotate slowly without anyone operating it.

Immediately afterwards, there was an angry roar from the corridor and a loud bang when the door was hit.

In the secret room, Ivan, who was fixed on a chair and unable to move freely, looked up at the boundless darkness and murmured calmly:

Just as Ivan was looking at the strange machinery on the wall outside the crack of the door, a crisp sound of footsteps suddenly came from the darkness and extended to the dimly lit door.

"But don't worry! I'll help you put on the funniest clown makeup, so you don't have to work so hard and split your mouth to the back of your head."

"I had some arguments with the boys sitting next to me. They wanted me to go..."

He took a breath, turned to face the "boy" who was still biting madly with his elbow against the bathroom wall, and said seriously:

"The bad news is, unfortunately, the murderer is not me."

Walking out of the classroom, the mottled walls were filled with pits and a putrid smell. The gray-white mist outside the window seemed to have invaded the entire building, making the end of the corridor obscure.

Looking along the dim light, he saw a tall man wearing a brown robe, but the oncoming light made the man's face blurry.

"Haha, to be honest, I don't like guessing riddles!" Ivan smiled, tore off the page with text on the notebook and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Alvin, Alvin!"

Then, amid the violent impact outside the door and the crazy biting behind him, he struggled to close the door.

There is also a gray-black cast iron pipe connected to the gas lamp, and a strange mechanical device is embedded in the wall below.

Time passed slowly, the outside was hit and sawdust flew everywhere, and the crumbling wooden door of the bathroom was finally reopened.

Almost at the same time, Alvin glanced at the broken wooden door in the bathroom, came to the window, and jumped from the window a second before the wooden door of the bathroom was completely smashed.

The expression on his face started to look forward to a new change in the "plot".

She quickly walked out of the room and closed the door, completely plunging the secret room into darkness.

And with his "obedient" action, the impatient shouting in the classroom finally calmed down. Rows of figures with unclear faces stood up from their seats, walked stiffly to the door of the classroom, and turned to look over.

.

"The bad news is..."

After that, regardless of the other party's struggle, before other figures in the corridor could react, he rushed into the bathroom and closed the door with a "bang".

If you have to guess, maybe you can only get a glimpse of the secret from the pair of white and tender hands that suddenly grasped the slender silver pipe tightly, with veins popping out from too much force, opposite the long rusty table illuminated by the chandelier in the secret room.

end.

In addition to Captain Dick and the gray-haired old Dick, among them there was also a young man wearing a formal suit and a top hat, and a young man with disheveled hair and an immature appearance, sitting upright like a primary school student.

Just as Alvin was thinking secretly, the chandelier above his head suddenly went out.

Without waiting for the blurred figures in the classroom to become distorted again, he reached out his hand familiarly and took the rotten knife handed to him by his neighbor.

Seeing this, he stopped testing what would happen if he insisted on staying. He stood up and followed him step by step.

"But I don't have the right to choose..."

At the door, Ivan wiped the scarlet liquid on his face, looked at the completely manic figure in the corridor, shook his head with regret and said:

"There's bad news, and there's good news!"

It was a lady wearing a black classical veil dress, her hair tied up, a small soft silk hat, and holding a slender silver pipe. She had a beautiful appearance, but her face was extremely pale at the moment.

At the end of the neatly arranged team, Alvin slowly moved his steps, his eyes scanning back and forth on the putrid walls on both sides.

At the same time, along with the sound of the door lock turning, a ray of dim light shined through the crack of the open door, illuminating his face.

"So, please allow me to be honored to show you the most exquisite techniques of the Inquisition in dealing with aliens and blasphemers!"

"Falling will break me out of hallucinations... um, dreams?"

Opposite the smoke-filled long table, Alvin Stinson, whose limbs were fixed on an iron seat and his eyes were closed, with a soft face and an ordinary appearance, had a weird smile on his face at this moment, and suddenly spoke, as if murmuring

He sighed like he was talking to himself:

"What a tenacious spirit..."

On the other side, at the headquarters of the Mechanical Heart Team in Tingen City, at the entrance of the underground corridor not far from the interrogation room, all members of the Mechanical Heart Team were gathered in the spacious lounge.

Hearing the sound, Captain Dick propped his elbows on the table, folded his hands in front of his eyes, and nodded silently:

"This is consistent with the current number of ten students missing except for Alvin Stinson."

"Please continue!"

Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Summer lowered her head and tried to remember, her face became even paler.

"It should be noted that the following information is not the result of the normal development of dreams." She said slowly.
Chapter completed!