"Really? How come you never mentioned it before?" Su Yuan was indeed a bit surprised, as he had never seen any interaction between Song Xiaoxia and Mao Houwang at school.

  "Of course it's true, it's just that Mao Houwang usually... Anyway, I just pretend not to know him," Song Xiaoxia said, somewhat embarrassed.

  Su Yuan knew she was referring to Mao Houwang bullying cssmates, so he didn't ask further. Instead, he excitedly patted Song Xiaoxia on the shoulder, "That's great, you'll go with me tonight!"

  Originally, he was worried that even if he knew Mao Houwang's address, it wouldn't be easy to get in. Since Mao Houwang had disappeared, he couldn't enter his house as a cssmate. He would have to come up with an excuse. Now, a lot of trouble could be avoided.

  "Ah!" Song Xiaoxia winced and punched Su Yuan back, "Do you think I'm Ye Haoyu? Why hit so hard!"

  "Is there anything I can do?" Zhou Yulong also wanted to help.

  "You..." Su Yuan thought for a moment and said, "You should call the police!"

  "Call the police?" Zhou Yulong frowned, not quite understanding Su Yuan's intention. "What's the point? No one remembers Mao Houwang now. Would the police respond to a non-existent person?"

  "And even if the police believed us, do they have the ability to handle supernatural incidents?" Song Xiaoxia also didn't understand, thinking it seemed pointless.

  Su Yuan looked at his younger sister sitting across from him, resting her chin on her hand and blinking, his gaze calm as water. "Do you think the supernatural incident we're encountering is the first and only one in the world?"

  His younger sister was a bit displeased, "Just say it, why look at me? I've already told you I'm not a ghost!"

  Su Yuan ignored her, and the others couldn't hear her voice either.

  Zhou Yulong seriously pondered Su Yuan's question, and after a while, he said, "Honestly... I think it's unlikely. If it were true, it would be too unlucky."

  "Why don't you listen to me? You keep saying I'm a ghost, but I've already told you I'm not that ugly thing!"

  His younger sister kept chattering, and Su Yuan covered his ear with one hand. "Then let's assume that supernatural incidents are happening in many pces around the world..."

  "Then why is the information so well blocked, with no leaks at all?"

  "Let's assume again," Su Yuan said slowly, "is it possible that there's a government agency specifically for handling supernatural incidents?"

  "If there is, but it's unknown to the public, how would they learn about and handle supernatural incidents? The only way I can think of to contact them is by calling the police."

  "Of course, this is all just a hypothesis. Anyway, we're idle, so let's try our luck."

  After Su Yuan finished speaking, he waited for a response for a long time.

  He looked up and found Zhou Yulong staring at him with a strange expression.

  "What's wrong?" Su Yuan asked.

  "Nothing," Zhou Yulong shook his head. "I just think what you said makes a lot of sense."

  Song Xiaoxia nodded like a pecking chick, her bright eyes filled with a hint of admiration. "I think it makes a lot of sense too."

  With everything that's happened, many people are still in fear and confusion, yet Su Yuan has already thought through so many issues.

  "Then it's settled," Zhou Yulong stood up. "School ends at 5 PM, and evening self-study starts at 7 PM. We have two hours."

  "Okay," Su Yuan added a few points, "Remember to bring a few more people, recount everything completely, and make sure to bring Qi Yinhong. His family has connections at the police station."

  Zhou Yulong listened and nodded seriously, "Alright, I got it."

  ...

  After lunch, they returned to the cssroom.

  The afternoon csses were even more soporific, and even Su Yuan, who hadn't stayed up te, couldn't help but doze off for a bit.

  Zhang Xiaoping didn't allow students to sleep in his css and was the only teacher who hadn't given up on them.

  But today, he seemed preoccupied, not only ignoring them but also being absent-minded while teaching.

  "Follow my left hand, right hand, a slow motion, left hand, right hand, slow motion repy, this song, brings you joy..."

  Finally, the pleasant sound of the css bell rang.

  Css Ten spontaneously divided into four teams.

  Su Yuan and Song Xiaoxia went to Mao Houwang's home;

  Zhou Yulong took a few cssmates to the police station;

  Zhang Yang went alone to find his third uncle.

  The remaining students stayed in their seats, praying that no bloody writing would appear on the bckboard today.

  ...

  The sky grew increasingly gloomy, pressing down on everyone.

  The rain that had been falling all day hadn't stopped.

  Su Yuan held an umbrel and walked with Song Xiaoxia to the school gate.

  Normally, getting out required a lot of effort.

  The security guard at the gate was very stubborn and wouldn't let anyone out without a leave slip from a teacher.

  Even if you coughed up blood in front of him.

  But to their surprise, there was no sign of the gatekeeper today.

  Inside the security room sat three or five young men.

  When they saw the two of them walk out, they merely gnced lightly and continued chatting and ughing.

  Once outside the school gate, Su Yuan's face turned grim.

  Song Xiaoxia gently tugged at his sleeve, "Su Yuan, has the guard at the gate changed? Yesterday it was still the old man."

  Su Yuan frowned and recounted his experience in the dormitory that morning to Song Xiaoxia.

  After hearing it, Song Xiaoxia also frowned, "This is really unusual. I felt like those guys didn't seem like good people, and two of them even had tattoos on their necks..."

  She had heard of some schools adopting military-style management, hiring veterans as guards.

  But she'd never heard of a school being run like a gang.

  People with visible tattoos working at a school, especially at the prominent school gate, weren't they afraid of compints from parents?

  Su Yuan spoke as he walked, "And after what happened st night, the dorm supervisors and security guards were all repced today..."

  "Coincidence?" Song Xiaoxia said, then shook her head, "Two unusual things happening at the same time, there might be a connection."

  His younger sister squeezed between them, grumbling, "Who doesn't know there's a connection? You think you're so smart, huh!"

  "I think so too," Su Yuan took out a cigarette, lit it with a "snap," and put it in his mouth. "But I can't think of any connection for now. Ultimately, it's because we have too little information."

  "Why are you smoking?" Song Xiaoxia covered her nose in disdain.

  "Are there any boys in the css who don't smoke?" Su Yuan took a deep drag and slowly exhaled the smoke. "I just feel like smoking when I'm thinking. Being at school almost suffocates me."

  With secondhand smoke everywhere in the dorm and boys' restroom, the only way not to be a victim was to become a perpetrator.

  Since it harms the body anyway, might as well smoke firsthand.

  The smoke drifted towards Song Xiaoxia, and she waved her small hand to fan it away. "Then keep it away from me."

  Su Yuan responded with an "oh" and said, "Let's not dwell on this for now. One step at a time. Is Mao Houwang's house far? Should we walk or take a cab?"

  "It's not far, just about a ten-minute walk. Let's walk."

  "Alright."

  ...

  Su Yuan followed Song Xiaoxia through several streets, finally arriving at a residential area.