Everyone is a pervert, why are you so prominent

It was Mr. Octopus who died tonight.

This is not the focus of Bai Ge's attention. The reason why he stopped is the state of this photo frame.

Through a layer of glass, the photos inside were scratched several times.

As if a knife or other sharp object had been cut across, the photos were separated.

"The photo was scratched?"

Bai Ge dragged his chin to examine it carefully, not missing any details.

Then he discovered that the photo should not have been scratched today, but a long time ago.

You can see that the photo above has a bit of a sense of age.

However, the photo was not only scratched, but also had some traces of being burned by flames.

The traces are very obvious, obviously it was only lit today or even tonight.

"Teacher Octopus was also burned to death across a layer of ghost domain. Is there any connection between this?"

Bai Ge frowned slightly, and turned to look at other photos.

Then I was surprised to find that these hanging photos had more or less different changes.

Some were scratched, some were charred, and some were both charred and scratched.

Judging from the traces, it is obvious that they were not damaged at the same time.

After realizing this, the shadow clone gave up disarming itself, but slowly looked up along the first floor.

Don't miss any frame.

It lasted until the bell rang the next morning, and the shadow clone was released, and all the memories flooded into Baige's mind.

......

"Boom boom boom -- boom boom boom --"

The bell rang, and the ghost students got up as usual, packed up and headed towards the classroom.

Bai Ge also slowly opened his eyes, a ray of understanding flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Lanfeng on the side was awakened by the sound of the bell, and trembled in fright.

When I opened my eyes to see clearly what was in front of me, I was taken aback again.

She didn't know when she was lying on Bai Ge's body, and slept on his strong muscles all night.

He lowered his head to look at his clothes, which were in perfect condition.

It means that they simply fell asleep last night and had a very sweet dream.

"No... I'm sorry, Brother Bai, I didn't mean to."

"I usually sleep very honestly, maybe I was too scared last night."

Jiang Lanfeng explained with a blushing face.

Bai Ge nodded slightly.

He got up, put on a coat casually, and walked towards the teaching building.

Today, instead of continuing to collect protection fees, he went straight into the teaching building.

From the first floor, carefully check the photo frames hanging on the corridor wall.

The photo frame, which was obviously scratched and burnt last night, suddenly returned to its original state today.

The traces disappeared without a trace, and there was no burning smell left on the walls. The tables, chairs and benches in the classroom were placed in their original positions.

Everything... seems to be restored.

It seemed that everything he saw last night was an illusion.

But in his own classroom, Mr. Octopus is indeed dead.

A burnt mark was left on the ground, exuding a burnt smell.

You can't smell it unless you smell it carefully.

"What I saw last night was real, not an illusion."

Bai Ge walked out of the classroom dragging his chin, and went into the classrooms that were not burnt last night to check.

Although there are no students in class, there is nothing special about it.

Those scorched classrooms are also normal, returning to their original order, carrying on the journey of class year after year, day after day.

"Time reset?!"

Bai Ge suddenly thought of this possibility and turned back to the classroom.

Dragging a student asked.

"Who is the teacher teaching us?!"

The ghost student who was dragged there was terrified, his nervous body trembling constantly.

He was obviously intimidated by Bai Ge's momentum.

Tremblingly, he said, "Boss, I...we don't have a teacher."

"We have been playing here all the time, how can there be a teacher to teach us?!"

Hearing this, Bai Ge's pupils shrank slightly.

Dragging the other party by his collar, he dragged him into the corridor.

Pointing to Mr. Octopus' photo frame, he said in a low voice.

"Who is this teacher? Do you still have any impression of him?!"

Student Ghost paused, not daring to disobey Bai Ge's order.

He stared intently at Mr. Octopus' photo frame.

Brows furrowed deeply.

After thinking for a long time, he shook his head and said innocently: "I don't know, it should be a teacher from another class."

"really!"

With a tremor in his heart, Bai Ge gently let go of Student Ghost's clothes, and wrote lightly.

"go to play."

Chapter 148 Mr. Octopus Lives Again

"Good Le!"

Although he didn't know why Bai Ge did this, Classmate Gui still trotted back to the classroom with his head down.

Then he pressed the green slime into a corner and beat him up.

If he can't beat Baige, he can only bully the slime.

Green Slime: "(?﹏?)"

After the students had left, Bai Ge's eyes were still focused on Mr. Octopus's photo frame, slightly lost in thought.

My mind is also brainstorming like crazy.

From the beginning to the end, I recalled the hidden clues I got.

"Everyone knows a place, everyone doesn't know a place..."

"Everyone remembers, everyone doesn't remember..."

"Omniscient, Omniscient..."

"After the death of Mr. Octopus, all his students forgot all their memories of him, and even thought that their thoughts were correct. There is only one photo frame representing that he once worked in this school..."

"This is what these three clues want to tell me!"

Bai Ge bit her thumb and lowered her head slightly.

Then look at the vacant classrooms.

A gleam flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps, those classrooms were originally full of students and teachers.

It's just that when they died, those empty classrooms were forgotten, and no students or teachers would enter them.

This is the so-called, all know, don't know!

"One, two, one, zero."

"Could it be related to this?"

Bai Ge paced in the corridor, looking at the photo frames on the wall as he walked.

Among them, he found many photos of missing teachers.

Look at the short profile below them, and you can know which class these teachers were managing before their death.

As expected, all of them were classes that had become empty classrooms.

The teacher disappeared along with the students.

"There seems to be something else that I haven't noticed."

"There should be more than this clue."

Bai Ge created shadow clones again, one on each floor, and all the focus was on the photo frame.

During the day, there are no actionable clues, only the photos and profiles in the photo frame.

After an hour of careful inspection, Bai Ge finally discovered a suspicious point.

In order to confirm whether it was real, he deliberately took a second look.

By comparing them one by one, a new doubt was solved by him!

"I see!"

"I seem to have found a fish that slipped through the net."

"It turns out that the truth has always been in front of me, but I didn't check carefully..."

However, before Bai Ge was happy, a shocking news came to his ears.

Five ghost classmates ran over in a hurry, took Bai Ge's arm and dragged him into the classroom.

While pulling, he said in horror.

"Boss, why are you still here? Come with us quickly."

"There is only one minute left before the class time. If you don't enter the classroom, Mr. Octopus will be very angry."

"It's dangerous to provoke Mr. Octopus!"

Hearing this, Bai Ge almost doubted his life.

He widened his eyes in astonishment.

"Who did you just mention? Mr. Octopus?"

"That octopus teacher in our class?!"

Classmate Ghost nodded vigorously, the frightened expression on his face didn't look like he was joking.

"That's right, it's Mr. Octopus."

"Did you forget? Come into the classroom with us, or he will punish you!"

Seeing how serious the students were, Bai Ge was completely dumbfounded.

He clearly saw Mr. Octopus burned to a pile of coke last night, and he couldn't even see the body this morning.

Even not long ago, he just asked a classmate in his class, and he said that he didn't know any teacher octopus.

Why now, these ghost classmates say that Mr. Octopus is coming to class?

So, is this a problem with his memory, or a problem with the memory of these ghost students?