Thomas carried the small wooden box and left his office calmly. He was wearing a large cloak and a mask on his forehead that could be easily pulled off.
The guards guarding outside the office building immediately noticed his movements.
"Report from No. 2, Thomas left the office, taking his space box with him." The pudgy wizard sighed and stuffed the half-eaten hot dog back into his pocket. The dog squatting at his feet did not raise his head.
Continue to eat its dinner.
"Where's the target?"
"Position 3 reports that the target does not seem to have left together, but is still staying in Thomas' office..."
"seem?"
"...Wait a minute, I just received a summons from Thomas - the target is still in the office. He thinks Thomas's office is quiet and perfect for doing homework, so he plans to rest in the office tonight."
"This kid does have a lot of homework... he has seventeen or eight classes a week, which makes me despair just thinking about it."
"And compared to his dormitory, the office building is indeed quieter and suitable for doing homework...The fat blue guy in his dormitory is really too noisy."
Qian Doudou listened to the unprofessional comments from his two companions and interrupted angrily: "Is the target still in the office? Do you want to leave the word 'seems' in the report?"
My ears were quiet for a few seconds.
"No. 2 was confirmed through the guardian array. The target is doing homework in the office... The target's aura and magic power fluctuations are consistent with the filing data."
"No. 3's long-distance observation confirmed that the target is in the office. His appearance matches the characteristics and there are signs of normal activity... Hmm, he seems to be stealing Thomas's snacks?"
"Why did Thomas leave the dormitory?" Qian Doudou frowned subconsciously as he looked at the figure slowly walking out of the office building carrying a suitcase.
"He said he was going to deliver 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 wizard was silent for a few seconds.
"Remind Thomas, don't forget the shift change time tomorrow morning." He finally moved his eyes away from the leaver and returned to the real target of the escort team.
"receive!"
"Informed."
not far away.
Thomas, who had walked out of the shadow of the office building, did not look back. He just raised his hand and shook it, as if to answer that he would not forget such an important thing.
Everything seems normal.
Qian Doudou felt a little uneasy for no reason.
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…
When Thomas' figure slowly disappeared into the night.
Su Shijun has returned to Qingqiu Mansion and started checking the homework of Bo Saidong and Zheng Su Yiersan.
Professor Monteria had just finished his meeting with Colma and was patiently reviewing the progress report of the special project of Fringe College. Dr. Duzem was chattering in his ear about the budget shortfall.
Professor Emma was staring blankly at the Luan bird ornaments on the table in her office.
Dean Yao tore into the tangled shreds of tobacco and patiently stuffed them into the pot bit by bit.
Old Ruoyu, leaning on his silver wolf-headed cane, sat silently in the deepest part of the vice-principal's office, as if he had turned into a sculpture submerged in shadows.
There are also three bookstores.
The civet once again put its paw into the gentleman's teacup and rinsed it.
After rinsing the front paws, I still feel angry.
Then I put the back foot in and stirred it a few times.
The husband seemed to turn a blind eye to this, his face was covered with the "Duo Heart Sutra", and his slight snoring was calm and long.
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…
Zheng Qing covered his eyes, sat up and shook his head.
Feeling a little dizzy.
The light in front of him was not strong, but it still made him feel dazzling.
His memory stuck on following Thomas and getting into the small box, and then seeing a heavy black coffin with the lid open and only a pillow inside - he could no longer remember what happened next.
He held his hands back, trying to escape from the slightly narrow space around him. The tight vest tightened his shoulders, preventing him from moving. The next second, he froze on the spot.
Although the light was a little dim, it did not affect his basic vision. He could easily tell that he had just been lying in the coffin and was still sitting in the coffin. Under him was the pillow he had seen in Thomas' box, which meant
Yes, the coffin under him is that coffin.
Zheng Qing is not Dylan. He does not have blood or zombie blood, and naturally does not have the habit of sleeping in coffins.
According to his view, only the dead sleep in coffins.
The good news is that he is still alive now.
The bad news is, he doesn't know where he lives.
The coffin he was in was located in a corner, next to a high bookshelf, almost reaching the ceiling. The shelf was filled with thick magic books, exuding a strong aroma of books, and bright light penetrated the gap between the books and the wooden shelf.
, fell on the coffin, leaving clear traces of light, some of which hit Zheng Qing's face, which is why he felt dazzling.
There isn't that much space in Thomas's little box in the basement.
Zheng Qing felt that his mind had never been so clear - he could faintly hear two whispering voices behind the bookshelf, but they were not male voices. He could also smell an indifferent smell belonging to a magic laboratory, combined with his inexplicable drowsiness.
, some not-so-good guesses suddenly appeared in his heart.
He subconsciously touched the gray cloth bag and Dharma book hanging on his belt, but found them all empty. The hair dragon bracelet and haha beads on his wrist were also missing. He tried to perform the manual, but his body was empty, and he couldn't find any magic power.
arrive.
Just in time of panic.
A small black head came out of his sleeve, looked at him, opened its mouth, and gave a silent 'meow'. It was his black gem cat.
Perhaps this little thing had sensed some danger before, so he took the initiative to hide and become Zheng Qing's only assistant.
Puff, plop, plop!
The sound of messy flapping wings came, and the black gem cat retracted its head into Zheng Qing's sleeve with a swish. The boy raised his head and saw a crow landing on the edge of the bookshelf, its sharp claws clinging to the bookshelf.
Standing on the wooden rafters, he turned sideways, tilted his head, and stared at him with scarlet eyes.
Zheng Qing swallowed.
"crow."
He muttered the word softly.
The crow seemed to blink and tilted its head in the other direction.
The boy was silent for a few seconds.
"Where's Thomas?" he asked softly.
Perhaps hearing his voice, the whispers behind the bookshelf suddenly stopped.
The crow remained silent, not even blinking its eyelids. It was nailed to the bookshelf blankly. If it hadn't tilted its head twice before, people would have thought it was a sculpture.
"are you awake?"
A familiar voice sounded from another corner of the room, with a brisk tone: "Get up when you wake up and come here to help... Our time is a little tight."