Thomas took the small wooden box and left his office calmly. He was wearing a wide cloak, and his facial mask was pressed against his forehead, so he could pull it off at will.
The guards guarding outside the office building immediately noticed his movements.
"The second position report, Thomas left the office and brought his space box." The fat wizard sighed, stuffed the half-eating hot dog back into his pocket, but the dog squatting at his feet did not raise his head and continued to chew on its dinner.
"What about the goal?"
"The third position report, the target did not seem to leave together, and he was still staying in Thomas' office..."
"seem?"
"…wait, I just received arraignment from Thomas - the target is still in the office. He felt that Thomas's office was very quiet and was very suitable for homework, so he planned to rest in the office tonight."
"This child does have a lot of homework... There are seventeen or eighteen classes a week, and it makes people despair if you think about it."
"And compared to his dormitory, the office building is indeed quieter and suitable for doing homework... the fat blue man in his dormitory is so noisy."
Qian Doudou interrupted with annoyed as she listened to the unprofessional comments from her two companions: "Do you confirm that the target is still in the office? Do you want to leave the word "seemingly" in the report?"
The ears were quiet for a few seconds.
"The second position was confirmed through the guardian magic circle, and the target is doing homework in the office... The target's breath and magic fluctuations are in line with the filing data."
"The long-distance observation of the No. 3 position confirmed that the target was in the office, with consistent appearance characteristics and signs of normal activity... Well, he seemed to be stealing Thomas' snacks?"
"Why did Thomas leave the dormitory?" Qian Doudou looked at the figure who was walking slowly out of the office building with a box, and subconsciously frowned.
"He said he was going to send materials to the professor... he didn't say which professor it was." The witch quickly confirmed the communication record just now.
The tall and thin witch was silent for a few seconds.
"Remind Thomas not to forget to change shifts tomorrow morning." He finally moved his eyes away from the leaver and fell back to the real target of the escort team.
"receive!"
“Notified.”
Not far away.
Thomas, who had already walked out of the shadow of the office building, did not look back, but just raised his hand and shook it, as if answering that he would not forget such an important thing.
Everything seems normal.
Qian Doudou felt a little uneasy inexplicably.
...
...
When Thomas' figure slowly disappeared into the night.
Su Shijun has returned to Qingqiu Mansion and began to check the homework of Poseidon and Zheng Suyi and Ersan.
Professor Monteria has just finished meeting with Colma and is patiently reviewing the progress report of the special project of the Fringe Academy. Dr. Duzem chattered in his ear about insufficient budgets.
Professor Aima stared at the phoenix ornaments on the table in the office, staring blankly.
Dean Yao tore up the tobacco that had been wrapped in a ball and patiently stuffed them into the tobacco pot little by little.
Old Man Ruoyu sat silently at the deepest part of the vice-chancellor's office, leaning on his silver wolf-headed crutch, as if he had turned into a sculpture drowned in shadows.
There is also Sanyou Bookstore.
Huang Huali put her claws into her husband's teacup and rinsed them.
After rinsing the front paws, I couldn't relieve myself.
He stuffed his back foot in and stirred it a few more times.
The gentleman seemed to turn a blind eye to this, with his face covered with the "Do Heart Sutra", and his slight snoring was calm and long.
...
...
Zheng Qing covered his eyes, sat up, and shook his head.
I feel a little dizzy.
The light in front of him was not strong, but it still made him feel dazzling.
His memory stayed behind Thomas and got into the small box, and then saw a thick black coffin. The lid of the coffin was opened and there was only one pillow inside - he could never remember what happened next.
His hand was supported backwards, trying to get out of the slightly narrow space around him. His tight vest strangled his shoulders, making him unable to move. The next second, he was in place.
Although the light was a little dim, it did not affect the basic vision. He could easily judge that he had just lying in the coffin and was still sitting in the coffin. Below him was the pillow he had seen in Thomas' box, which meant that the coffin under him was the coffin.
Zheng Qing is not Dylan, he has no bloodline or zombie tribe, and naturally he has no habit of sleeping in coffins.
According to his point of view, only dead people slept in the coffin.
The good news is that he is still alive now.
The bad news is that he doesn't know where he lives.
The coffin where he was located is located in a corner, next to it was a tall bookshelf, almost reaching the ceiling. The shelf was filled with thick magic books, emitting a strong fragrance of books. The bright light passed through the gap between the books and the wooden rack and fell on the coffin, leaving clear traces of light, some of which hit Zheng Qing's face, which is why he felt dazzling.
There is not such a large space in the basement of Thomas's small box.
Zheng Qing felt that his mind had never been so clear. Two whispers could be heard behind the bookshelf, but they were not male voices. He could also smell a cold smell of magic lab. Combined with his inexplicable sleep, some not-so-marvel speculations suddenly arose in his heart.
He subconsciously touched the gray cloth bag and the Dharma book hanging on his belt, but he felt it empty. The Maolong bracelet and haha beads on his wrist disappeared. He tried to pinch the hand gestures, but his body was empty and he could not find a trace of magic.
Just in a panic.
A small black head emerged from his sleeve, looked at him with a head protruding, opened his mouth, and silently "meowed". It was his black gem cat.
Perhaps this little thing noticed some risks before, so he took the initiative to hide, and at this time he became Zheng Qing's only assistant.
Fluff!
The sound of flapping his wings came, and the black gem cat retracted his head back into Zheng Qing's sleeve. The boy raised his head and happened to see a crow falling on the edge of the bookshelf. His sharp claws pressed against the wooden rafters on the bookshelf, leaning his body, tilting his head, staring at him with scarlet eyes.
Zheng Qing swallowed.
"crow."
He mumbled the word softly.
The crow seemed to blink and his head tilted in the other direction.
The boy was silent for a few seconds.
"Where is Thomas?" he asked in a soft voice.
Perhaps when I heard his voice, the whispers behind the bookshelf came to an abrupt end.
The crow still said nothing, and even did not blink his eyelids, and was nailed to the bookshelf. If it hadn't been tilted twice before, it would have thought it was a sculpture.
"Are you awake?"
A familiar voice rang out in another corner of the room, and his tone was brisk: "When you wake up, come and help me... Our time is a little nervous."