Chapter 281 The Disappeared “Class”

"A little bit, is there any way you can get the student's roster with their home addresses?" Xia Yanzhen said.

"Which class?"

"The whole school." Xia Yanzhen said, "If possible, I also want the faculty and staff."

The foreign object does not necessarily have to be a student, it could also be a faculty member.

"How is this possible?" Nakayama Ryosuke said.

If he was asked to make a class roster, he could still do it. After all, he was a popular figure in the school.

Find an excuse to go to the office, help the teacher sort out the information, sneak a copy, and return it as soon as possible.

But in the entire school, how could a student like him get this thing?

No matter how famous he is, he is still a student, not a Chinese young master.

"Then help me determine where the relevant information will be placed, and I will look for it." Xia Yanzhen said.

Nakayama Ryosuke nodded: "That..."

He wanted to continue staring at Matsushita Junpei again, hoping that Xia Yan would really leave.

"Don't look at it. Our goal now is more people. Don't hang yourself on a tree and abandon the entire forest for a tree." Xia Yanzhen reminded Nakayama Ryosuke.

These words worked, and Ryosuke Nakayama finally gave up temporarily on Matsushita Junpei, who had successfully attracted his interest.

Before school ended in the afternoon, Nakayama Ryosuke found Xia Yanzhen and told him that those things were all in the school's data warehouse.

And this data warehouse did not seriously put a sign outside to indicate its purpose.

It's on the first floor, and the door is usually closed.

Everyone treats it as a utility room.

"Is there no electronic information?" Xia Yanzhen asked.

"I don't know. If there is, it can only be on the computer in the principal's office." Nakayama Ryosuke said.

A simple electronic roster of a class should be found on the teacher's computer.

For the whole school, you have to go to the principal's office or something like that.

"Yeah." Xia Yanzhen nodded, as long as he knew the location.

Nothing happened until school was over, and Tianxia Wushuang still didn't contact Xia Yanzhen.

Without Yoshida, it would be a normal day in class.

If Yoshida is around, everyone will laugh at his outrageous behavior.

Go home and wait until ten o'clock in the evening.

Xia Yanzhen put on the Prisoner of Darkness and went straight to school.

Yingri's schools, even universities, rarely have dormitories.

High school was almost entirely day school.

Kanna High School is a very ordinary day school. It is deserted at night, not even an old man guarding the gate.

It was eerily quiet.

In stark contrast to the bustle of the day.

In the dark and empty buildings, it is indeed easy to create strange stories.

However, correspondingly, because no one lives on campus, the area of ​​the school is usually not too large.

The land of the island country is a precious resource.

Sneaking into the school was nothing to Xia Yanzhen. He didn't need any help from those walls. He jumped up and easily jumped over them, entered the campus, and found the principal's office.

Yes, Xia Yan really plans to look at the computer in the principal's office first.

It is definitely more convenient to have electronic versions than paper materials.

When he arrived at the principal's office, he pushed open the locked door and went behind the desk to turn on the computer.

The display here is still stuck at the technical level of a big-ass convex surface.

For Xia Yanzhen, who was used to seeing LCD flat-panel displays, it was quite uncomfortable.

Thinking about it carefully, I came into contact with computers quite early, and I was a little uncomfortable when I switched from convex monitors to flat monitors in my early years.

"Um?"

After a while of booting up, Xia Yanzhen ran into a problem.

This computer requires a password to fully enable.

"...12345?" Xia Yanzhen entered a simple password at random, but it didn't open as expected.

Xia Yanzhen is just not a computer novice. He doesn't know how to decipher passwords or the passwords of old systems.

This thing cannot be destroyed by violence.

He immediately cut off the power and walked towards the paper data warehouse.

While pushing open the locked door, Xia Yanzhen also broke the door lock, leaving clues the next day.

So he deliberately wore disposable plastic transparent gloves that would not leave fingerprints.

The reference room is much more crowded than the principal's office.

After closing the curtains and turning on the lights, Xia Yanzhen looked at the messy boxes all over the room. He would probably have no sleep at night.

Twelve o'clock.

Outside Xia Yanzhen's residence, a figure lingered, it was Heidao Dame.

The shadowless figure moved slightly from side to side, seemingly shaking.

He showed a twisted smile to the room: "Right now, it's your turn..."

Halfway through his laughter, Kuroshima stopped suddenly.

The expression on his face mechanically changed from a twisted smile to doubt. It was obviously a change in muscles, but it gave people the feeling of mechanical deformation.

"Not here..."

The night wind blew, blowing away these words and the figure of Black Island Self, and disappeared without a trace.

"The promised craftsmanship is not divided into categories and arranged neatly, so there is no need to worry about not being able to find the information if it is so confusing."

In the classroom, Xia Yanzhen muttered and flipped through it for a long time before finding the student roster he wanted.

It's a lot easier once you find the roster.

He quickly locked the home addresses of Kuroshima Taiga and others - he might miss the chance, but it's better than nothing.

"It's best to write down the teacher's address as well."

Xia Yan really planned to read more. With his memory, he couldn't remember the names and addresses of all the students in the school in one night, but he had no problem remembering the name, address, and appearance of the teacher.

"Um?"

However, as time went by, Xia Yanzhen's expression changed.

He dropped the information in his hand, rummaged through some more, and read them carefully.

After a while, he took out several rosters and compared them carefully.

"One year in Group C, Anli Sa was great. The next year, his name disappeared, and he was not in all the class rosters.

“Similarly, there are also people like Murakami Kumiko and Tomikura Mitsuki, there are quite a few of them.

"This is not just the case with this group of high school students, but also with the previous class and the one before that."

Xia Yanzhen not only flipped through the rosters of high school students from the past three years, he also flipped through the rosters left by previous graduates.

It was discovered that many students (name) were missing.

"There is no reason stated, and it's not a transfer student disease - there are too many." In the room, the only sound was the sound of Xia Yanzhen flipping through papers.

Take the current senior year of high school as an example. From the first to the second year of high school, a total of twenty names disappeared.

From the second year to the third year of high school, more than twenty names disappeared.

The total number adds up to one class.

"The first-year high school class has the most classes, seven, and the second-year high school class has the same number of seven, but the third-year class has one less class, with only six classes." Xia Yanzhen recalled the number of classes in the school.

At first he didn't care at all.

Now combined with the current findings, the problem immediately becomes apparent.

Is there any school where the number of classes for the first year of high school and the number of classes for the third year of high school are different?

Xia Yanzhen randomly found a roster for the XXXX school year. After looking through it, he determined that there were at least fifty fewer students in the third year of high school than in the first year of high school.

The class size at Kanna High School is generally between thirty and forty.

The number of missing students is close to two classes.

What about the students in these two classes? Where have you gone?

Within three years, the number of students who transferred or dropped out reached one or two classes?

"Are these disappeared people foreign objects?" Xia Yan really thought, and suddenly saw a name - Black Island Self.

Xia Yanzhen immediately turned to the page with detailed information.

There is usually a photo posted there.

This is the roster of the first four classes (starting from the sophomore class). The photos have not been lost or discolored, so you can see them clearly.

Xia Yanzhen saw the photo of Heidao's self, well... he looked different.

However--

Xia Yanzhen looked at the roster of his class.

Sure enough, the home address filled in by both was the same.

"Panasonic Junpei, let me take a look." Xia Yanzhen started a large-scale comparison again.

There is no search, so I can only look through it bit by bit.

After looking through it for a while, he determined that these foreign objects had been in the school for a long time.

They will change their appearance and name, and stay in Kanna High School continuously.

And those missing students are their "food"?

Xia Yan is really not sure what happened to the students who disappeared from the roster.

To confirm, you need to go to their home.

"Let's look at the teacher again." Xia Yanzhen flipped through the teacher's information that she had planned to read.

After watching it.

A total of six teachers' names were identified - three of whom were currently teaching at the school but had no employment information.

The other three have no resignation information.

Disappearances and appearances are sudden.

The connection between the two is that Teacher A was the mathematics teacher of group X in the first year, and then the mathematics teacher of group X in the second year suddenly became another person B.

Teacher B thus replaced Teacher A’s job and even existence.

One can't help but think that the foreign object has changed its appearance and name, and continues its original "job".

Under the influence of unknown forces, no one even noticed this change.

And those who notice it may fall into a fanatical pursuit like Yoshida and Nakayama Ryosuke.

Finally, become a member of the missing list.

"Will so many people notice it? Or, foreign objects will also take the initiative to 'hunt'..." Xia Yanzhen thought, "There should be eight foreign objects now, but we can use the stupidest method to conduct a comprehensive search to find more Many."

The stupid way is to listen to the heartbeat.

But even for Xia Yanzhen, this is a very inefficient method.

If he has locked onto a person, even if he is only a few meters away, Xia Yanzhen can still hear whether the person's heart is beating too fast.

But there is no goal. In a classroom with dozens of people, it is not easy to hear who has no heartbeat.

"Perhaps, you can become a disciplinary committee member?" Xia Yan really thought about it.

Those few students standing at the school gate every morning, wearing armbands on their sleeves.

Guarding at the school gate like this will be more efficient.

But it's just a little bit, after all, the environment is too noisy.

"Let's do this for now." After closing the door, Xia Yanzhen took advantage of the last night before dawn to leave Kanna High School.

School continued the next day, playing the role of his student.

Kuroshima's self is still the same as before, just like a programmed robot.

As the self-study started in the morning, Xia Yanzhen yawned, closed his eyes and took a nap to ensure the best condition.

Halfway through self-study time.

The classroom door opened, and many people looked over and found that it was Yoshida who had not come yesterday.

In just one day, Yoshida's cheeks became sunken and he lost at least ten pounds.

A pair of eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out of their sockets.

He staggered to the side of Kuroshima Taiga and raised his left hand.

In his hand, he held a sharp-edged kitchen knife!

"ah!"

Various screams broke the original calm of the classroom.