Panguan

Before the words Don't worry were uttered, the walkie-talkies in Mouse and Sun Siqi's hands started buzzing again.

The room fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes fell on the two machines.

Both walkie-talkies are here, why are they still ringing? ? ?

Sun Siqi held the walkie-talkie as if he were holding explosives. After a century, a man's voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie.

He said: Hello? Who's with the other walkie-talkie? Is it Xiao Sun? I just opened the door on my side, where are you? I'll go find you.

The electromagnetic sound buzzed for a while and then stopped. The room fell into dead silence again.

For a few seconds, no one moved or spoke.

Because everyone could tell that the person speaking on the intercom... was a rat.

Chapter 33 Diary

If the person on the intercom is a rat, what about the one in the room?

When Wenshi turned to look at the square-faced man next to Dadong, he asked, Who are you?

This question was asked so directly and suddenly that not to mention the person being asked, even the other people in the room were stunned.

Dadong reacted for a few seconds, then jumped away, eight feet away from the square face, and said nervously: Yes, who are you?!

I'm a rat!

The rat became anxious, his face turned pale, and he didn't look like he was faking it: I, I'm really a rat, don't look at me like that, I'm fucking scared too!

Dadong! Dadong, if you don't believe it, you can come and check. The mouse was about to walk in the direction of Dadong.

As soon as he moved, Zhou Xu, Xia Qiao and the others cheered, dispersed like birds, and all shrank into the corner behind Wen Shi.

Just stand there and say, don't move! You don't have to come over. Dadong refused.

Mouse looked helpless: Dadong, we are always together. If you want to avoid me like everyone else, I really have no choice.

Hearing this, Dadong hesitated again.

Hearing this, he suddenly asked: Why are your hands so dirty?

Everyone's eyes fell on his fingers, but others were far away and couldn't see clearly. Only when I smelled it closer, I could see that the tips of his fingers were covered with dust and scratches, and there were blood stains between his fingernails.

That kind of dust is not the usual accumulation of dust. It has to be scraped hard at the cracks in the wall or cement to stay.

The mouse was stunned for a moment and looked at his fingers: What do you mean? You can't catch it without getting out. I have to try those slits, right?

These words resonated with Sun Siqi. He nodded subconsciously and looked at his fingers silently.

You did it too? Xia Qiao asked.

Sun Siqi glanced at him and Zhou Xu with his bruised fingers: I want to see if the door can be opened.

At this point, Dadong and the others are already a little convinced.

But when I heard about it, I asked again: You're a student of formations. Why do you have to open the door with your hands?

Before Mouse could speak this time, Dadong said: I still want to help him with this. You may not know much about formations, and you don't know many people who learn them. It is not suitable for fighting alone. It’s okay to set up a formation to hide yourself or create a stumbling block for others, but it’s difficult when it comes to manipulation. The smaller and more delicate the object, the harder it is. This is not as good as puppetry.”

Wen Shi thought for a while, but still shut up and stopped talking.

The number of people he knew was indeed limited. Among those who majored in formations, the one of his generation was Bu Ning. Counting further up, there are no more dust.

But whether it was Bu Ning or Chen Bubu, he couldn't remember clearly, so naturally he had nothing to say.

He just subconsciously felt that the formation did not have so many disadvantages and limitations, and those who really knew how to do it could do well.

But he couldn't provide any supporting evidence, and he had no intention of mentioning it to irrelevant people, so he just let it go.

Maybe the rat's behavior was normal, and Dadong and the others lowered their guard a little. But within two seconds, the intercom buzzed again.

It was still the voice of a mouse: Hello? Can you hear me? Xiaosun? Why don't you reply?

The sound of electricity was caught in it, and his voice was slightly different from usual. It was originally a normal reaction, but in this atmosphere, it seemed extremely weird.

Do you want to go back... Sun Siqi asked in horror.

Don't! Dadong said.

After hearing this, the mouse at the table looked slightly better. But in a blink of an eye, he found that Wen Shi was still looking at him, his expression becoming sad again.

In silence, the intercom rang again: Hello? Xiao Sun, are you okay?

Zizisheng didn't wait for a reply and said again: Forget it, I'll go find you.

I'll go find you...

These words instantly had a haunting effect, and Sun Siqi and the others were shocked.

The room fell into a tight silence again. Dadong couldn't hold it back and cursed in a low voice. He stared at the mouse from a distance and said, So why you? Why are there two you?

Mouse's face turned pale and he slowly shook his head: I don't know either.

Xia Qiao, on the other hand, suddenly raised his hand.

You just keep talking. Why are you raising your hands? Are you in class? Zhou Xu opened his mouth to yell.

I'm afraid I'll scare you by speaking suddenly. Xia Qiao replied to him seriously.

You! Zhou Xu was angry.

Hearing this, Xia Qiao turned his head and said, Brother, the room where I was just detained seems to be the young master of the Shen family. I found a diary there.

Diary? Wen Shi asked.

Yes. Xia Qiao nodded.

head.