sinovels Chapter 30 The Non-Existent 1st Floor
Chapter 30 The Non-Existent 1st Floor
Walking out of the teaching building, the fat uncle looked at the sky and sighed, "It's my turn tonight."
Mo Pantao: "Don't worry, with the position of your bed ten years ago, or tonight, you will not be the one with trouble."
The fat uncle was comforted by Mo Pantao's strength, and he felt much better.
Mo Pantao tugged at the corner of Di Yuan's clothes: "I'm very concerned about the first floor, and I want to go to the archives room again."
He always felt that something was neglected.
When Pantao opened his mouth, Di Yuan naturally agreed.Fat Uncle, Fat Uncle, he dare not have any objections.
Without a doubt, the three of them headed to the archive room.
Di Yuan lowered his eyes: "Shall I hold you to get the files?"
Mo Pantao's cheeks were flushed, "Okay."
The fat uncle rolled his eyes in the corner: Wouldn't it be better to just let that long leg be taken off by himself?
Di Yuan hugged Taotao's waist and lifted it up.
When Mo Pantao picked up the file box, he let out a surprised "Huh".
Di Yuan pressed his head against Pantao's back, "What's wrong?"
Mo Pantao: "There is an extra file here, I will take it down for you."
A few days ago, it wasn't there yet.
Di Yuan put Pantao aside, leaned against the bookcase, patted himself in front of him: "Sit here, let's read together."
The reason was impeccable, Mo Pantao thought for a while and then nodded.
——Hey~~Scheming!
——Holding from behind and reading a book together, the picture is too beautiful to imagine!
——Hello, my lord, thanks to my lord!
Ever since Di Yuan blew the cards he drew, he has another title, the cult king.
Fat Uncle glanced at it, he was torn between being a light bulb in the past or being a dog in the corner, and finally he stopped by himself.
Forget it, that round, slanting cold eye is a bit scary.
Mo Pantao leaned in Di Yuan's arms, put his legs together and placed the archives, and Di Yuan hugged him from behind.
The CP fans of the two are about to go crazy, should the official give out candy or eat it?
Needless to say, of course it is crazy eating!
The elated Di Yuan sniffed the aroma of flat peaches, and silently calculated the equation, which is equivalent to getting married and having a good time.
After Mo Pantao opened it, it was an even more dilapidated archives.
Putting my palm on it, I didn't feel anything, so I flipped through the pages, and I didn't see anything that needed attention after turning over half of it.
"Huh?" Mo Pantao suddenly stopped and stopped on a page.
Di Yuan rested his chin on Pantao's shoulder, "There is no picture, it's also psychological."
Mo Pantao: "Zhang Xinyi."
Di Yuan: "National Special Scholarship, combined master and doctoral studies. Vice President of the International Psychological Association."
Mo Pantao puffed up his face: "Ancheng also has a scholarship, and it's also a combination of Ph.D. and Master's degree!"
Di Yuan pointed: "But he is a super class, and An Cheng is a first class."
This one called Zhang Xinyi is even more powerful, but there is no photo, so Mo Pantao rubbed the place where the photo should be posted.
Di Yuan: "It's not smooth, right?"
Mo Pantao nodded, "There should be a photo here, but it was torn down."
Why.
After searching again, Mo Pantao puffed up his face as he still couldn't find any files about the other personnel in dormitory 419.
Di Yuan rubbed his head: "It's okay, we are getting brighter and brighter."
——Oh, what do you mean it is getting brighter and brighter?
——Of course it's feelings!
——It’s definitely not a plot!
Mo Pantao nodded vigorously, and took Di Yuan's hand: "Let's go to the first floor."
Di Yuan smiled, "Okay."
Fat Uncle: "..." Don't you even need to ask for his opinion?
He has always been the first brother of the anchor, and almost everyone responds to it, and suddenly he becomes the younger brother. The gap is a bit big.
——San Pang, you are still cute.
— After all, you are an uncle, and Taotao is her father.
——I feel sorry for Fat Uncle for a second.
Coming to the wall again, Mo Pantao pressed his palms tightly, and frowned to perceive carefully.
Di Yuan: "How?"
Mo Pantao: "A strong sense of death. Fear, despair, resentment."
Fat Uncle shuddered: "Could it be those people who were supposed to live well but were burned to death?"
Mo Pantao frowned slowly: "It's strange, there are so many resentments, but there are very few ghosts."
There should be hundreds of ghosts born from this, but he can only clearly perceive three, and he has sealed two of them in the wall.
Where can I get in?
Mo Pantao put his palms on it, and walked slowly until he came to the room of the dormitory uncle.
Di Yuan: "Is it here?"
Mo Pan held his head up, his black pupils round and round: "Death has been gathering here."
Fat Uncle couldn't understand: "How about a more straightforward explanation?"
Di Yuan: "There is an entrance."
Fat uncle understood in seconds this time.
Under the signal of Mo Pantao and Di Yuan, he knocked on the door with a sad face, but still no one answered.
And I don't know if it's a coincidence, the door is still ajar.
Mo Pantao rubbed his chin: "I'll go and have a look, you wait for me here."
Di Yuan held his hand: "Together."
Just as the fat uncle opened his mouth, Di Yuan stopped him with one sentence: "You stay behind and shout when you see the uncle."
Fat Uncle: "..."
He knew that he was extra redundant, if it wasn't for the broad daylight, he really wouldn't dare to swipe alone.
Swallowing, the fat uncle nodded.
Mo Pantao stretched out his hand to sense it, "here."
The most common thing is the table. There is still a memorial tablet on the table. They were too hasty last time, so they didn't see it clearly.
This time, the two words above are particularly conspicuous: Ancheng.
Mo Pantao and Di Yuan looked at each other, "If my lord is alive, he doesn't need this."
The fat uncle stood at the door and looked at it with his waist down, almost going crazy with fright.
Isn't Ancheng the uncle? !He needs to give himself a tablet?What does that mean?
There is indeed a staircase leading to the first floor under the table. Di Yuan suggested, "It's a bit steep. I'll go down the higher one first, and then I'll follow you."
Mo Pantao nodded: "Be careful, you hold my hand."
It is impossible not to eat tofu, Di Yuan clenched his hands happily, jumped down steadily, turned around and stretched out his arms.
Mo Pantao bent his eyebrows and jumped down.
——yoooo~ The achievement of throwing yourself into the arms is achieved.
—Wait a minute, where is this car going?
——Already hugged and held high, are you still far away from your relatives? !
The two walked through a narrow passage of seven or eight meters, and got into the stairs, where the stairs were blocked by the wall.
Standing on the stairs glowing with dark red light, Mo Pantao clearly felt a fiery suffocation.
This is from the energy field left over from that fire.
Di Yuan: "Go down and have a look."
The deserted first floor was shrouded in a light red light, the place was silent, and the footsteps of the two echoed in the corridor.
Opening bedroom 101, Mo Pantao's pupils shrank suddenly, and all the original bedroom items were burned.
But the ground was full of bird feathers, and there were countless rooster corpses scattered on the ground.
Di Yuan narrowed his eyes, a flash of clarity flashed through his cold eyes.
In the blink of an eye, he hugged Mo Pantao from behind: "So many cocks? What's going on..."
Mo Pantao tilted his head and thought for a long time, but he couldn't find a clue.
Careful observation of these chickens, all necks were wiped, but the strange thing is that there is no drop of blood on the ground and no one eats the chicken.
Due to time constraints, the two couldn't search carefully, so they went to dormitory 103.
No difference from the first one.
Mo Pantao thought the third room was the same, but he saw a difference. It was a relatively normal room with a bed and a table.
There is no other difference except that it is darker. There is a notebook on the table.
Mo Pantao picked up the book, ready to open it.
Di Yuan: "Go back and see."
Mo Pantao nodded, and the two went to the next room, and just pushed open a gap, before they could see clearly, they heard the fat uncle calling.
After casually glanced at only a few paintings, Mo Pantao dragged Di Yuan upstairs and quickly evacuated.
After the three returned to dormitory 419, they closed the door before letting out a sigh of relief.
As a good baby, Mo Pantao is the first time to wantonly take other people's things. His mother said that he can't take other people's things without permission.
He is stroking his chest now, very entangled: "I am stealing something."
On the table is a leather notebook.
Di Yuan: "We are detectives, and the game is designed so that we can use it to find clues."
Mo Pantao still couldn't pass the test in his heart, so he felt very guilty.
Di Yuan comforted him: "I took this, and it has nothing to do with you. If the uncle finds out in the future, he will look for me."
Mo Pantao puffed his face, obviously he took it.
——For friendship, Yuanyuan will do anything!It's not against the law either!
——For his daughter-in-law, Yuanyuan can do anything!Including breaking the law!
Mo Pantao opened the leather notebook, but was surprised to find that there was nothing, it was an empty notebook.
But he clearly sensed the frequently used aura in this notebook.
Why.
Di Yuan: "Maybe it will take night to see."
Mo Pantao accepted this reason.
Fat Uncle panted violently, his heart beating fast: "It's so exciting, my heart is about to explode."
Di Yuan: "You cover up well."
It can be said that he is very stingy in praise.
Uncle Fat realized that Di Yuan was praising him for his eyesight and for not disturbing lovers who would eventually get married.
Not happy at all being praised.
Di Yuan put his arms on the back of the sofa, as if he was hugging Taotao, the fat uncle couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he saw it.
Fat Uncle: "What's going on down there?"
Mo Pantao put down his notebook, "Many chicken corpses, no blood."
Fat Uncle was at a loss: "??"
Di Yuan: "Waste."
Fat Uncle's mouth twitched: "Don't you think Chi Zai is better? As a food broadcaster, he would definitely be willing to see so many chickens."
He felt that it might be fortunate that Chi Zai wasn't here, otherwise he probably wouldn't want to eat chicken in the future.
Mo Pantao snapped his fingers: "The third room should be the living room, maybe the uncle lives here, and there is a hint of his breath."
Fat Uncle said "Oh": "Where is the fourth room? You have seen a lot in such a short time."
Mo Pantao: "I didn't see it clearly, it seems to be some figure paintings."
Looking at the sky, Di Yuan seriously suggested: "It's early, should we go to the campus to look for clues?"
He really wanted to take a walk around the campus with Pantao, if he held hands and kissed in the grove...
When they walked into the hall, they saw the dorm manager staring at them with a gloomy face, exuding a suppressed evil spirit.
The fat uncle swallowed his saliva: "Master, let's go out for a while."
The uncle in charge lowered his head, his eyes were dark and gloomy, and he showed a bloodthirsty smirk at the fat uncle who turned his head.
The fat uncle had goosebumps all over his body, and ran out of the dormitory quickly, mumbling.
Fat Uncle patted his chest: "It's terrible!"
Afraid he couldn't help but look back, still looking at those cold eyes, the fat uncle trembled: "Could he already know..."
Mo Pantao scratched his face: "Maybe."
The fat uncle wiped his face: "That's not the end, he must be the big boss."
The clues were not found, and the fat uncle was abused to death along the way, and single dogs have no human rights at all.
Rubbing his belly, Mo Pantao looked regretfully at the snack street not far away.
He was really full and couldn't eat anymore.
But he couldn't refuse the enthusiasm of the bosses.
Di Yuan: "Then let's go to the other side, where there are gazebos and fitness equipment for exercising."
Mo Pantao's eyes flickered: "Fitness..."
Fat Uncle patted his stomach and boasted wildly: "Don't look at me with one muscle now, but in the past I had a serious eight-pack abs."
Mo Pantao was stunned: "Huh? Didn't you have a round face when you were young? Could it be that I misread it."
Fat Uncle: "..."
People are tough.
——Hahaha, case solved!
——San Pang, who kept bragging about his model figure when he was young, must be dumbfounded.
——The cowhide breaks as soon as it blows, Dad is so funny.
Mo Pantao slapped his hands suddenly: "I know, you might have had eight-pack abs in your previous life."
Fat Uncle: "..."
OK, no need to make up the knife.
In the evening, the three of them received warm hospitality at the Pure Ghost Snack Street, and got soft hands with gifts and prizes.
Mo Pantao's eyes sparkled: "This is the first time I have won the first prize!"
Di Yuan raised his thumb: "Taotao is very powerful."
Mo Pantao grinned: "Di Yuan is also very good, and he also won the first prize!"
Too lazy to listen to the two people's business bragging, the fat uncle rolled his eyes indecently at the side.
There is no need to think carefully, the winning rate of Snack Street is 100%, and it is either the first prize or the special prize.
Even a scumbag like him can win the first prize every time.
However, compared to these, Uncle Fat cares more about his own life and whether he can pass the level.
Mo Pantao blinked: "Don't worry, we just need to stay out of the dormitory tonight."
Fat Uncle said with a bitter face, "Maybe his soul will be controlled."
Mo Pantao looked serious: "Don't worry, I sealed the dormitory and you can't get out."
Fat Uncle: "..." This wave of plans is steady and coquettish.
At night, Mo Pantao did exactly as he said, with mahogany amulets pasted on the four walls, doors and windows, and connected with a red string.
Mo Pantao pointed to a pile of snacks as gifts: "We have food and drink, what are you going to do to die?"
Fat Uncle: "..."
A seal was also made in the bathroom to prevent ghosts from getting in.
Di Yuan glanced at it, and took a deep breath silently. This kind of enchantment that makes ghosts die as soon as they enter is a bit powerful.
As the master of the underworld, he was also a little tired, weak all over, and his strength was weakened too much.
His flat peaches are really amazing.
Fat Uncle waited tremblingly until the early morning, and his fans were also nervous, launching bullet screens to comfort Fat Uncle.
Even if the fat uncle can't watch it, hearing the ding ding dong dong rewarding sound can be comforting, isn't it?
The fat uncle couldn't help talking when he was nervous, and he kept saying good sentences, which was really humorous.
Mo Pantao listened with his ears pricked up. He could not help being a little envious when he heard Fatty Uncle thank him from time to time, "That's amazing, Fatty Uncle is really popular."
Di Yuan patted his head: "Taotao is also popular, you must have a lot of rewards."
The Taozi accepted the idol's desire and naturally supported him.
Mingshen was speechless, and took out Di Yuan's large, medium, small and small trumpets, and tipped them one by one to the Queen of Ming to make her happy.
Probably because he didn't feel bad about spending the Lord's money, the God of Hades crazily spent [-] million.
It is clear about a person's essence, but in the eyes of everyone, this is the golden body that a few local tyrants have joined together to compete for Taotao's first reward.
A few hundred million is not a small number, and many people will not be able to earn it in a few lifetimes.
Even people who don't watch the live broadcast and are not fans of Pantao were shocked by this wave of magical manipulation, because Mo Pantao was once again on the trending list.
- ssfd.
——I don't understand the world of you rich people.
——Your father is still your father.
——Your dad's fan is also your dad.
Mo Pantao was stunned by the uninterrupted notification sound of ding ding dong dong, "Thank you, thank you!"
Di Yuan squinted his eyes, very satisfied with the high efficiency of his subordinates, as for the hundreds of millions...
Whocare.
Thousands of years of savings have already piled up like a mountain, several hundred million and ninety-nine cows, if he didn't want to scare Taotao with too much horror, he would have given it all.
The night came as promised, and the fat uncle hugged the mahogany talisman nervously, and sat in the middle of the bedroom to feel safe.
The clock turned, and there was a roar outside the door.
But in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace, and the next second, the dial phone rang in the silent bedroom.
Di Yuan narrowed his eyes: "I'll pick it up."
The fat uncle swallowed: "That's a death prophecy, don't accept it!"
If there is anyone in this world who is the least afraid, he is the real master of the underworld. Di Yuan answered the phone with the fat uncle's dull expression.
——Yuanyuan picked it up to protect Taotao.
——Yuanyuan, don't pick it up!
——Father protects Yuanyuan, what are you afraid of!
[Throw that fat man out, you are fouling. 】
Not to mention the fat man, all the audience had black question mark faces: What about the death prophecy?
Fat Uncle: What the hell is this shit!Can it be smarter?