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Chapter 115 The Broken Water Glass

Although they had never met Zhao Lei's father, the people watching the screen recognized him immediately.

He was wearing a vest that had turned yellow.

He was wearing a pair of dull gray pants, which were noticeably long, with the cuffs rolled up several times.

On his feet were a pair of worn-out sneakers, dirty and covered with a layer of dirt.

Zhao Guanhai rushed up carrying a water bottle.

It's one of those big plastic bottles that you can buy for just a few dollars.

He threw the plastic bottle, which still had a little less than half a bottle of water left, on the ground and rushed over.

Although he was small and thin, he was incredibly strong.

Before the teachers could react, he had already pushed them aside.

The fat man in the middle opened his mouth in slight surprise, but before he could react, he was punched hard.

After throwing a punch, Zhao Guanhai didn't stop. He grabbed the man in front of him and pulled him into an empty stairwell: "If you have a problem, come at me. Don't drag my son into this. Let's go over there and talk things out..."

Zhao Guanhai's face was somewhat ferocious.

The man was terrified. After being grabbed, he struggled violently, crying, "Let go of me... let go of me..."

The man looked strong, but he was actually quite weak, probably because he lacked exercise, so he could only be dragged along by Zhao Guanhai.

Seeing that the man was about to be pulled into the stairwell next door by Zhao Guanhai, several teachers quickly surrounded them and reached out to grab them.

After finally managing to separate the two, the man immediately jogged back several steps, almost scared into hiding in the office next door.

The teachers surrounded Zhao Guanhai, trying to persuade him, but Zhao Guanhai kept staring at the man next to him as if he was about to rush at any moment, which frightened the man into taking several steps back.

Then a teacher pulled the pale-faced man away.

At this moment, Zhao Lei's homeroom teacher also returned, and Zhao Lei was placed somewhere by him.

After the homeroom teacher returned, he said a few words to Zhao Guanhai, who was surrounded. Zhao Guanhai remained silent for a while, nodded, and then followed him into the office.

The other teachers looked at each other outside.

They were hesitant to go in, just as the students had finished dinner and returned to their classrooms.

The teachers then dispersed and returned to their respective classrooms.

Suddenly, the corridor was completely empty.

The office door was closed by the homeroom teacher, and Gu Mian heard the two talking inside.

The homeroom teacher's mouth opened and closed, but her voice was somewhat muffled.

"This can't go on. You should have a serious talk with your son and make sure he doesn't misunderstand."

"Zhao Lei is a smart kid, but he's too stubborn sometimes. You need to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't go astray... I know you don't have much time, but try to spend more time with him when you can."

Zhao Guanhai nodded and then shook his head. They discussed in the office for about half an hour before Zhao Guanhai came out.

The homeroom teacher didn't come out; he picked up his phone at his desk, seemingly making a call to someone.

The corridor was quite empty at the moment, with only the overhead fluorescent lights casting a dim glow.

After Zhao Guanhai came out, he stared blankly at the empty corridor for a while, as if looking for someone, but then he gave up.

Then he walked toward the plastic bottle that he had just thrown in the corner.

Perhaps because the plastic bottle was so cheap and inconspicuous, nobody paid any attention to it.

Zhao Guanhai bent down and picked up the plastic bottle he had thrown on the ground.

The bottle had been dropped so violently that it seemed to have cracked, and water droplets were seeping out from the crack. There was hardly any water left in the bottle. Zhao Guanhai, feeling sorry for the bottle, lifted his shirt to wipe it clean, removing the leaking water.

Then he stared intently at the plastic bottle in his hand, as if trying to see if it was still usable, but the water inside was still seeping out.

He couldn't bear to throw it away, so he held the plastic bottle in his hand and then reached into his back pocket to feel around.

Then he pulled out a broken cell phone.

The group watched as he made a phone call: "Hey, Brother Li..."

"Any work coming up lately? Haha, I don't mind if it's tiring, as long as the pay is good..."

When we got to this point, the screen suddenly went black again, indicating that the show had ended.

Surprisingly, the fat man didn't say a word after the disc finished playing.

This guy used to be the one who livened up the atmosphere the most, but now he was silent. Gu Mian noticed that he was still staring blankly at the black screen, not knowing what he was thinking.

Just as Gu Mian was about to speak, she heard a strange noise behind her.

He looked back.

The door behind me was half open, revealing a fairly large crack.

In the darkness, a pale face was pressed tightly against the door frame, half of it visible, with one eye fixed intently on the computer screen.

Xiao Zhang also clearly saw the half-face and gasped in fright.

The fat man finally came to his senses and turned to look at the door.

He recognized the half of the face immediately; it belonged to Zhao Lei.

Before he could react, his pale face suddenly recoiled, followed by hurried footsteps in the corridor. It seemed Zhao Lei didn't want to see them.

The fat man's expression was somewhat strange: "If what we just saw was real... then Zhao Lei obviously lied to us before, right?"

He said Zhao Guanhai ignored him, but that doesn't seem to be the case.

“Not necessarily,” Gu Mian shook her head. “To be precise, Zhao Lei didn’t actually lie to us, because he was completely absent and unaware of his father’s actions.”

He only knew that Zhao Guanhai was unwilling to give him an extra penny, so as to embarrass him at school; but he didn't know that his father couldn't even bear to replace a water bottle.

He only knew that Zhao Guanhai was idle and good-for-nothing, and could never be contacted; but he didn't know that his father, who was good-for-nothing, was working hard doing manual labor and had no time to answer the phone.

He only knew that Zhao Guanhai often scolded him and never stood up for him; but he didn't know that after he was scolded, his father was the first to rush up, showing an even fiercer momentum, and punched the person who scolded him hard.

Zhao Lei knew none of this.

The fat man was silent for a moment: "Doctor...you mean Zhao Lei's father, is he really dead?"

If he died, how did he die?

Gu Mian shook her head: "I don't know."

As he spoke, he took out the black cell phone, the same one Zhao Guanhai used to make a call in the video.

Logically, the storyline and quests of a dungeon should be interconnected.

"This instance contains Zhao Lei's past. If we keep pushing forward, we should be able to find out how Zhao Lei's father disappeared."

Gu Mian touched the row of vertical buttons in the middle of her phone again: "And the clues given in this instance will become the key to driving the plot forward."

As soon as he finished speaking, he started pressing the middle row of phone buttons.

“2”, “5”, “8”

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