The master of metaphysics is solving the case again

"Ah."

Compared to the enthusiasm of other teachers, Lin Qishu's reaction was quite indifferent. She nodded slightly and replied with a single word in an indifferent tone.

"Teacher Song, it's delicious if you try it."

The other teachers didn't pay much attention to Lin Qishu's indifferent reaction. They took out a specialty product from their pockets and handed it to her.

"Thank you."

Lin Qishu's cold gaze fell on the specialty in her colleague's hand. After being silent for a second, she raised her hand to take it and thanked her in a calm tone.

"You're welcome, come over and get some if you don't have enough after you finish eating."

In response to Lin Qisu's thanks, the teacher slightly shrugged his shoulders, seemingly nonchalantly, and waved his hand directly at Lin Qisu, indicating that it was all trivial.

The specialty is a round cake.

It's about the size of half a palm, dark red in color, with scattered sesame seeds hanging on it, and it looks quite soft and delicious.

Lin Qishu felt it, and the feeling coming from her long and moist fingers was quite greasy.

Lin Qishu looked at it quietly. After a few seconds, she didn't put it to her lips and ate it. Instead, she put it in her pocket while others weren't paying attention.

None of the other teachers in the office paid attention to what was going on here.

Lin Qishan walked to the door, her cold eyes without any emotion, quietly looking at the carnival-like scene in the office.

Lin Qishu slowly swayed to the door. She opened the door and walked out, then quickly closed the door and left. Her movements were smooth and smooth, and she didn't make a sound during the whole process.

Something is wrong, something is wrong with this school.

Both teachers and students are full of weird and unspeakable contradictions.

So this is the reason why Po Meng let them enter this illusion.

Only by finding the key to this dream and getting out of it can we completely break this illusion of nothingness, and only then can Po Meng regain her consciousness and not continue to sink.Lin Qishu's cold little face looked indifferent. She thought for a second and came to this conclusion.

So, the key to the problem now is, among so many students and teachers, who is Po Meng's projection in this illusion.

Lin Qishu stood in the corridor of the school with a sullen face, her hands casually resting on the rusty railings.

Lin Qisu's long and curled eyelashes cast shadows on her eye sockets, adding a bit of cold temperament.

For the first time, she suspected that she had an unlucky constitution and that something would happen wherever she went.

At this moment, a black shadow passed by her eyes at an extremely fast speed. In less than two seconds, a sound like the breaking of a watermelon falling to the ground came from below.

When Lin Qisheng heard this movement, she placed her slender fingers on the railing and curled up slightly.

No way!
No way!
When you say bad luck, bad luck comes.

She moved her head forward slightly, lowered her eyes slightly, glanced down, and found a person lying on the ground not far away.

The man's head was torn apart like a watermelon dropped to the ground, and thick red blood was flowing under his body.

Lin Qisu's beautiful brows were slightly wrinkled. She stood up straight, turned her head, and glanced behind her at the top of the stairs.

There was a huge circular sticker with blue characters on a white background, which clearly said, "This floor is on this floor."

Seventh floor!

The man jumped from above, and there was basically no hope of rescue.

The huge noise caused by the fall attracted the attention of various classrooms.

Those students who were studying in the classroom without a teacher could not hold back their curiosity and walked out.

It instantly caused waves of panic.