The two teams guarding Zheng Qing carried out the handover according to the procedure. The one who took over was the Qian Doudou team affiliated with the Professors' Joint Conference Office, and the successor was the Ernest team affiliated with the school working committee.
As an old school worker of the school, Master Ernest has both the cautious habits of old-school wizards and the old-fashioned style of the school working committee. After hearing that the target of protection changed his usual habits tonight and chose to spend the night in the teaching assistant's office, he immediately
frowned.
"Which office did you just say you are from?" The old wizard took off the pointed wizard hat on his head, carefully stroked the flat brim with his fingertips, and looked at the office building with a somewhat inquiring look.
"Thomas from the assistant coaching team is also a member of the escort team."
Qian Doudou handed his detailed guard report to the old man and added: "——According to the plan, his duty time is at eight o'clock in the morning..."
"It is against the school rules for students to stay out at night. Do you know this rule?" Ernest, the old man, interrupted the explanation of the tall and thin wizard in front of him, showing displeasure.
Sure enough, young people are not safe when doing things. He shook his head.
Qian Doudou suddenly fell silent when he heard the old school worker took out the "Campus Management Regulations" - he had not heard this word for a long time since graduation, and given his status and the level of performing tasks, he rarely
I will take care of such a small problem as "students staying out at night".
"Who is on duty near the office building tonight?" The old wizard turned to look at the other man in gray robe beside him.
"Master Verne."
"Well, he has interacted with the target, and the familiarity is just right...inform Verne that there are students staying up late at night in the office building, and ask him to go and check it out."
"yes."
A flash of light disappeared into the deep night.
Soon, a tall old wizard with a long wooden staff appeared within the monitoring range of the guard team. The light green lantern swaying on the head of the staff was erratic in the night, like a ghost.
A sneaky one-eyed ghost.
Qian Doudou remained silent from beginning to end, and did not make any excuse for his "taken for granted" way of handling the situation. He also did not leave immediately because the shift was over.
Fortunately he didn't leave.
Not long after the old man Verne disappeared from the office building, the lights in the office where the target was located came on, and the monitors easily saw the tall figure knocking on the door and entering.
"What is he doing?"
The witch behind Qian Doudou sounded a little uneasy: "I mean, is the distance between Master Verne and the target too close?"
Through the window, the monitors could clearly see that the old school janitor holding a long staff seemed to have put his face on the target. From any angle, this did not meet the criteria of 'checking'.
Old man Ernest raised his hand, hesitating slightly.
at this time.
A ball of cyan fire suddenly appeared in front of the monitors, and as the tongues of fire swirled, a cyan bird was quickly outlined. It flapped its wings, opened its mouth, and uttered an old and serious voice.
"Ernest, you are in trouble."
Old Man Verne's voice rang out from the blue bird's mouth, and was clearly transmitted to the ears of all the guards present: "Although I don't know what you want from Mr. Zheng, I believe that the person you asked me to take care of is definitely not an alchemy doll, right?
Bar?"
The faces of the six escorts all changed wildly.
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"State of emergency, code number 02-10-65!"
"Repeat, state of emergency, code number 02-10-65!"
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The short and sharp buzzer echoed repeatedly in the small lounge accompanied by a strong flash of light. Hilda covered her eyes and struggled to wake up from her sleep, feeling a bit bitter in her mouth.
After a busy day, he had just closed his eyes - he was not even sure if he had just fallen asleep - when he heard a panicking, sharp buzz in his ears.
After struggling with a few thoughts in her brain, Hilda, who had reacted to the emergency code, felt as if she had been splashed with cold water, and she quickly woke up.
In the current task list sequence of the teaching assistant team, code-named 01 is the super project of Fringe Academy, and code-named 02 is Zheng Qing's escort mission.
And '10-65' means 'target missing' or 'fire'.
It was quiet outside the window. During this period, if there was a fire in the office building, the school's protective circle would definitely respond. So there was only one other possibility.
A possibility that Hilda found extremely absurd.
Students missing?
One of the safest places at First University?
It seems like nothing like this has happened in hundreds of years!
With questions in her head, Hilda reached into the lantern next to her, grabbed out a small ball of flame, brought it to her mouth, and replied in a low voice: "Confirm receipt of emergency status 02-10-65! We are converging towards you.
!Repeat, we are meeting you!"
After saying that, he let go, and the flame disappeared into the air with a swish.
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The office building is flipped upside down by a light red, translucent 'giant bowl'.
In the bowl, the patrol team of the school working committee and the survey team of the teaching assistants who were summoned were searching the empty ground inch by inch. There was also a fortune teller holding a crystal ball and walking around nearby, hoping to find it before dawn.
The missing boy, to avoid further escalation of the situation.
After undergoing three repeated inspections, Hilda finally arrived at the familiar office on the third floor of the office building - Thomas's office - but the process made him a little annoyed.
Is it useful to engage in such a complicated procedure when the goal has been lost? Why did you do it earlier? The more professional these people are now, the more responsible they behave, and the stricter the procedures, the more ridiculous it makes people feel.
At this time, he had already briefly understood what happened from others, but he was still a little unbelievable - Zheng Qing disappeared from Thomas's office, and the three wizards responsible for guarding him were not even sure when the target disappeared, so they could only
Presumably abducted by Thomas.
Thomas?
Abduct Zheng Qing?
Still in full view of the public?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
With a sullen face, he squeezed through the crowd - at this time, this small office was already crowded with wizards from three parties. The people from the teaching assistant group and the wizards from the Professors' Joint Meeting Office were accusing each other with fierce words and gestures.
.
People at the professors' joint meeting believed that the teaching assistants had not chosen the right people and allowed dangerous individuals to serve as target escorts, which was the biggest responsible party for the accident. People from the teaching assistants said that the target disappeared during the escort of Qian Doudou's team, so they should be held responsible.
.
Of course, both parties behaved very restrainedly and kept their voices low.
"Hilda! Hilda! You are finally here! I was doing my homework, and these people suddenly came in... Can you talk to them and let me go back to the dormitory to sleep?"
Zheng Qing's familiar voice reached Hilda's ears, but when the practical class teacher saw the scene in front of her, she felt a chill running down her back and her face became increasingly ugly.
Because the talking 'Zheng Qing' has only one head - its body is sitting behind the desk on the edge of the crowd. At this moment, it is dancing and greeting its practical class teacher in accordance with the voice, as if it has not yet realized that it has been lost.
The fact of the brain.
Magic circuits of varying thicknesses were exposed outside its neck, and from time to time a few magic sparks exploded in the air, intertwined with the suppressed and fierce quarrels in the crowd, making people breathless.