Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Maybe he was just overthinking it. After all, private schools are not public schools, so their admission letter preferences may not follow the mainstream.

The man with glasses nodded and went to work.

Xing Fei looked through everyone's information bit by bit, trying to find more common points among these missing students. He stood up and wrote and drew on the whiteboard.

"Working families, low-income families, those with poor academic performance who didn't get into college, all have one thing in common: they're poor and ordinary people."

That's right. If you are rich, you will not be attracted by the free tuition and all-inclusive food, clothing, housing and transportation, and be willing to let your children live in the school for three years.

Another point is that the fact that they couldn’t contact the child was probably not mentioned in the previous notice, otherwise they wouldn’t have rushed to call the police.

Time passed minute by minute, and the sky gradually brightened.

The man with glasses knocked on the door with a tired face and yawned, "Captain, I checked and there are indeed a few posts. I'm not sure if they are true at the moment."

"The poster said that a relative's child also received a black cover notice, but he never saw it again after going to school."

"Three years later, when the child's parents wanted to look for him, they found out that the school was empty and they were paid a sum of money. But then there was no news."

After hearing this, Xing Fei felt more at ease. Being able to get the money meant that there was a living person behind it, and it wasn't some weird thing.

"Okay, let's go eat something and then we'll go find someone somewhere."

"Yeah, I understand."

The group set off in a police car and soon arrived at the Qiu Shui bus stop. The car parked a little further away and several people went to the platform to sit down and wait.

"Captain, drink some water. They said the bus usually doesn't arrive until noon, and you need a notice to get on. I'm afraid we won't be able to get on the bus here."

Xing Fei hummed, "It's okay. We just need to know the license plate number and where the driver is from, and we can follow the clues to find out the rest."

"Besides, we can just have someone follow it in a car and see where the bus is going. We'll always find it if we follow it."

The man with glasses hummed, "That's right."

While waiting, Xing Fei was not idle. He walked around the area, searched for information about the school with his mobile phone, and uploaded photos of the previous notification letter.

The strange thing is that each message was quickly swallowed up, with only a few sporadic comments that seemed a bit strange.

Love Spinach: [Huh? What's this, OP? It's not a parody of a university admissions letter cover. I've checked, and there's no such private university.]

Heaven and Earth: […No, there used to be this school, but something happened ten years ago, and it became abandoned.]

"Hey, what happened? Just tell me directly. Don't keep me in suspense."

Ten years ago, this private university in Qiushui was very famous. The faculty was one thing, but also, what made this university even better than public universities was that they would arrange good jobs for you.

Ten years ago, guaranteed job placement was considered rare. At that time, there were many students. However, later on, there was an accident and a fire, and it is said that over a thousand people died.

It was a major accident. All the survivors left the school, and there's been no further news. Early on, some people were willing to talk about the school, but later on, no one dared to.

Why can’t I say it?

Heaven and Earth: [Because if you tell me, you will be found and die soon.]

Others: [666, you still say that, bro.]

[I have cancer and won't live long. It doesn't matter if I tell you. It's just a matter of dying sooner or later. Anyway, there has been no peace in the ten years since the school incident.]

Only the people in that school know that even those who leave often experience hallucinations and have the same dream, where their deceased classmates are calling them back.

[They all have some kind of mental illness, but no one wants to talk about it. I hope everyone will be careful and stay away from that school. There's something wrong with that school.]

When Xing Fei saw the news, he directly sent a private message to the other party.

[Hello, I'm very interested in this private university. I'm wondering if you could tell me more about it. My relative's child has also received an admission letter from this school.]

Heaven and Earth: [What? Your relative's child has gone there? That's bad. If he goes there, he's definitely not going to survive.]

[I went there. What did you mean by that? Why can't I survive?]

[Xxxx damn it, I've posted it, don't go, you can't go, you'll die if you go.]

Then the screen turned a glaring red. Xing Fei was startled and almost threw the phone away. When he looked carefully again, the phone had returned to normal.

But the news of the recovery of the gods and the earth disappeared inexplicably. Yes, it disappeared right under his nose.

Xing Fei wanted to send something else, but his phone crashed.

I had no choice but to go back to the bus stop and wait. I don't know how much time had passed when someone tugged at my sleeve. I looked in the direction of the force and met the look in the man's eyes.

Following his gaze, he saw what looked like a bus parked in front of him. It didn't have many markings on it. Xing Fei stood up, walked over, and called out, "Master, is this going to Qiushui Private University?"

The driver turned his head and nodded stiffly, his voice hoarse for a long time. The sound was like nails hitting glass, which made people feel itchy and uncomfortable.

"Well, show your notice and get on the bus."

"Okay, I'll go up right away."

Xing Fei took out a black piece of paper from his pocket, which looked somewhat similar to the notice. As soon as he got in the car and approached the driver, he felt a hot temperature in his pocket.