six middle school.
The night passed, and nothing happened in the school. Looking at the exhausted Zhang Yiwen beside her, and the sky that was about to brighten,
So Fangzheng decided to stop here for today, and the next day should be the safest.
He planned to pick up Yiyi first.
But before that, Fangzheng went to the shop to visit the old god stick. He was the boss in name anyway, and he always wanted to show his concern for the employees.
As soon as Fangzheng arrived at the shop, the old magician immediately complained, saying that he worked during the day and worked overtime at night, and he had to stay up all day and night with his old bones, and his body was about to be overwhelmed.
Fangzheng had a strange expression on his face: "Didn't I tell you to open the shop at three o'clock in the afternoon and close after ten o'clock in the evening? You only need to go to work for seven hours a day."
"Anyway, in the university town during the day, the college students are either attending class, or just sleeping with their heads covered after playing the game all night."
The old magic stick rubbed his hands together and said, "Old man, don't I want to work harder and get more commission?"
Fangzheng held his forehead speechlessly.
…
When Fangzheng took Yiyi back and returned to his residence, it was almost the last moment of dawn, and the sky had gradually turned pale.
However!
Not long after Fangzheng practiced "Xiantian Gong" at home, Zhang Yiwen called in a panic. Fangzheng immediately put down his practice and hurried to No. 6 Middle School.
At this time, it was past seven 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 No. 6 Middle School, he saw Zhang Yiwen who was already waiting for him at the school gate.
The two chatted while driving. It turned out that after Zhang Yiwen went back, because she was always concerned about the students, she didn't sleep for a few hours, so she rushed back to school to continue the investigation.
The class that Zhang Yiwen leads is not just the class of Class 1 of the third grade. She began to count the number of people in the class that started the morning self-study.
Then check the list on the file.
It turned out that there were two class lists of students, which could not be checked with the files on the Xiaonei website, so I hurriedly called Fang Zheng.
These two problematic classes are Class 4 of the third grade and Class 6 of the third grade.
As for whether there are similar cases of missing students in the first and second grades of junior high school, Zhang Yiwen has not yet investigated. She is not in the first or second grade of junior high school, so it will take some time to investigate.
Fangzheng followed behind Zhang Yiwen, and began to carefully check the two classes that found the problem one by one. The hurried footsteps interrupted the originally quiet campus with the sound of reading aloud. In the teacher's office building where the student teaching building and archives are located, Fang Zheng and Zhang Yiwen were seen running in a hurry.
Not long after, Fangzheng was confirmed that there were two classes, each of which had disappeared a third-year student who was about to take the senior high school entrance examination.
Exactly the same!
The classmates and the teacher all forgot the existence of these two students.
This undoubtedly verified Fang Zheng's conjecture.
This time the supernatural event happened in No. 6 Middle School, not a coincidence or accident, it was a mass disappearance.
As for the specific number of missing people, whether the teacher is still involved, this will require further investigation before it can be finally determined.
Fangzheng immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.
In the file room at this time, Fangzheng looked at Zhang Yiwen who was on the side: "Mr. Zhang, have you re-checked the number of people in Class 1 of the third grade?"
"Isn't it already confirmed that there are two missing students in Class 1 of the third grade, Li Zhi and Zhou Bohan?" Zhang Yiwen looked at Fang Zheng with curiosity in her eyes.
Fangzheng frowned slightly, it seemed that Zhang Yiwen hadn't re-checked the students in Class 1 of the third grade.
With the idea of being more cautious than letting go of any clues, Fang Zheng took Zhang Yiwen and hurried to Class 1 of the third grade under the surprised eyes of 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, and it is 8:00 in the morning. It has already passed the morning self-study time, and 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, not disturbing the students' class time.
The students looked curiously at the Chinese teacher Mr. Zhang standing outside the window, and the unfamiliar Fang Zheng, wondering 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 with light footsteps and asked if there was anything wrong
This is a severely myopic female math teacher who is about forty or fifty years old and has a slightly serious face.
Zhang Yiwen opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer, but turned to look at Fangzheng.
Fangzheng had an idea: "My sister will be promoted to the third year of junior high school next year. I want to transfer my sister to a better learning atmosphere. Teacher Zhang said that you are an experienced and responsible person who has led several junior high school students. The special responsible teacher of the class, so he is showing me around."
"By the way, teacher, how many students are there in Class 1 of the third grade you teach? I think you can understand, teacher, that sometimes a combination of various factors will improve the grades after transferring to a certain extent. Influence." Fangzheng suddenly asked a question.
Although the math teacher always felt that something was wrong, Zhang Yiwen did not refute Fang Zheng's words, and she couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while: "I can understand your point of view. It is indeed not a trivial matter to transfer schools. Some students change their environment. Some students' grades can improve, but some students' grades have plummeted."
"There are a total of forty-five students in this class."
Fangzheng: "Are there no students absent from class today?"
Math teacher: "No students missed class or asked for leave today, what's wrong?"
The math teacher was already a little suspicious.
Hearing the math teacher's answer, Zhang Yiwen's face turned pale.
Fangzheng asked seemingly casually: "Does the teacher know a student named Zhang Jiawen? There is a kid in my neighborhood named Zhang Jiawen who goes to our No. 6 Middle School and is also in the third class of junior high school."
The math teacher didn't even think about it, just shook his head and said he didn't know him.
"Okay, I'm bothering you, teacher. I'll ask Teacher Zhang to show me around the campus again. Let's continue class without disturbing you, teacher." Fangzheng took Zhang Yiwen away.
As soon as she left Class 1 of the third grade, Zhang Yiwen asked anxiously with a pale face: "There are a total of 48 students in Class 1 of the third grade. Is there another student missing now?"
"Mr. Zhang, before answering your question, I want to ask a question first. Did you see Peng Xiaoyun, Sun Xingping... these students in Class 1 of the third grade just now?"
The list of students reported by Fangzheng is exactly the students on duty who stayed after the evening self-study last night.
"Yes, yes..." Zhang Yiwen's voice trembled.
That is trying to suppress the inner fear and hesitation.
Fangzheng nodded, and then asked, "Does that teacher know Zhang Jiawen?"
brush!
Zhang Yiwen's face suddenly became paler, her pupils dilated and she said in panic, "I, I... Is he a student from Class 1 of the third grade?"
(end of this chapter)