"What? Our great detective suspects there is something wrong with this matter?" Jiao Lei asked.
Mo Sifei has always liked reading detective novels. He relied on reasoning to help Lou Yuqing find the lost documents, so he was dubbed the "Great Detective" by Jiao Lei, and he was quite proud of it. However, when it came to Liu Wenjing's suicide, Mo Sifei did not express any opinions. The reason was simple: "I was not at the scene, how could I know about it? Have you been to the scene?"
"Well... of course I've never been there." Jiao Lei said nonsense, which made Mo Sifei roll his eyes.
After talking for a while, the two of them had already walked out of the teaching area. The smell of food in the cafeteria wafted far away, making Mo Sifei's stomach begin to bulge. It was almost dinner time after class. The two of them couldn't wait to put their books back in the dormitory and ran directly to the cafeteria.
To be honest, the food in the cafeteria is not that good. But for some reason, Mo Sifei ate particularly deliciously today. He was wondering why he felt nostalgic after just one afternoon.
Although college life is free, there are also some disadvantages, such as lights-out time and Internet disconnection time. Once it reaches 10:30 in the evening, everyone can only go to bed. Mo Sifei remembered that he had to go for a morning run tomorrow, so he set up an APP called "Footprints" on his phone in advance to avoid falling asleep, and then he fell asleep peacefully.
Mo Sifei always felt that he slept for a long time. When he woke up, he felt that his mind was groggy and he seemed to have dreamed a lot of things, but he couldn't recall any of them.
Mo Sifei shook his head to calm himself down, and then he realized that he was the only one left in the dormitory.
"Did you oversleep?" He was startled, and now he woke up completely. Mo Sifei quickly got up from the bed, suddenly feeling sore all over his body, and his movements became a little stiff, and he almost fell off the bed because of this.
"What's going on?" He managed to stabilize his body and slowly climbed out of bed. Mo Sifei clearly remembered that he didn't do any strenuous exercise yesterday, so why did his body react like this? However, he didn't have time to think about this problem now. Instead, he complained while getting dressed in a hurry: "These people are really real. They are not so active in normal times. They didn't even call me when they suddenly went to class. And this mobile phone, I am not like before." Have you set an alarm? Why doesn't it go off? My cell phone... where's my cell phone!"
Mo Sifei groped around the room for a long time, but couldn't find his cell phone. However, he saw the time on the alarm clock on the table, which was already half past nine. He remembered that the teacher would take roll call in this class, and he immediately stopped looking for his cell phone. He quickly pulled out the textbook from the bookshelf and ran to the classroom.
There were very few people along the way, and the only sounds were Mo Sifei's running footsteps and rapid breathing. A familiar figure walked towards him, and Mo Sifei recognized him as Dong Sheng, the instructor of their department.
"Hello, Teacher Dong!" Mo Sifei slowed down and greeted the other party politely.
Dong Sheng responded with a gentle expression. When Mo Sifei was about to take a step forward and run again, he suddenly remembered something and stopped him: "Mo Sifei! Where did you go yesterday?"
"Yesterday?" Mo Sifei replied with a puzzled look on his face: "I didn't go anywhere."
"Did I remember it wrong?" Dong Sheng looked a little strange, but he also saw that Mo Sifei was in a hurry, so he said, "Okay, go ahead and do your work first."
Mo Sifei felt like he was being pardoned and immediately started running regardless of his appearance.
The classroom was on the third floor. After running this distance and climbing the stairs, Mo Sifei felt like he was about to expire. However, when he regained his breath, he found that the corridor was extremely quiet and he could not hear the teacher's lecture at all.
"Is it that Old Chen is doing some classwork?" Mo Sifei suddenly became nervous and walked quickly towards the classroom.
Lao Chen is their Thursday morning classical literature appreciation class teacher. This man is very small-minded and always takes roll call almost every time in class. However, even this could not stop someone from running away after their names were called, so Lao Chen came up with a plan to assign classroom homework when there were few people, and it would be included in the usual grades. Those who didn't come will naturally get a zero score. If they don't do well in the final exam, they may have to retake the class.
Although Mo Sifei is lazy, he has never skipped class. If he gets a zero because he accidentally slept over, it would be a real disaster.
When he reached the door, Mo Sifei was about to go in and call for a report, but as soon as he took a step into the classroom, his expression suddenly turned into a look of surprise. Because there was only a table and chairs in his field of vision, not even half a person.
"Didn't you say that the class is in 306? Did I go to the wrong place?" Mo Sifei took a step back and looked at the door number. It was undoubtedly 306. Mo Sifei felt even more strange. Although Old Chen was small-minded, he was also rigid and it was impossible to change classrooms casually. Moreover, Mo Sifei did not receive the class adjustment notice. How could there be no one in the classroom
Mo Sifei subconsciously wanted to call Jiao Lei, but when he reached into his pocket, he remembered that his phone was missing. He hesitated whether to search in the teaching building. Maybe because he didn't bring his mobile phone, he changed the classroom temporarily and didn't know it.
After searching around, Mo Sifei finally gave up and decided to go back to the dormitory and find his phone first. Although it felt stupid to run back and forth like this, he really couldn't think of a better way.
Back in the dormitory, Mo Sifei rummaged through the cabinets for a long time, but he didn't even see the shadow of his cell phone. He couldn't help but mutter. Before going to bed, he had clearly set up his mobile phone and placed it next to his pillow. Although Mo Sifei knew that this habit was not good, it would allow him to know immediately if someone contacted him via mobile phone. Mo Sifei has been adhering to this habit for a long time, and yesterday was no exception. If there is any other possibility, it is that the phone fell under the bed. But Mo Sifei had searched the floor three times, and now it was even cleaner than he had deliberately cleaned it. He still found nothing. In addition, he searched all over the table, drawers, cabinet mezzanines, and pockets of change of clothes.
By now, Mo Sifei began to suspect that his phone was not lost, but stolen.
Mo Sifei began to think back on today's experience, the empty classroom, the mysteriously missing cell phone, as if someone was planning something against him. This thought flashed through his mind, and Mo Sifei laughed to himself. It was probably because he had read so many suspense novels that he was so nervous.
Maybe, everything is just a coincidence.
When Mo Sifei was thinking this, the door behind him suddenly opened, and a strong figure rushed behind him without warning. Mo Sifei felt wind coming from the back of his head, but when he turned around, he saw a palm occupying his entire field of vision.