It's broken, I'm playing a really weird development game

The thought in Wu Wen's heart had just begun to come to an end.

Because he was climbing the ivy.

Climbing the ivy with Hong Yuan on his back was a romantic experience. Apart from anything else, being licked by Hong Yuan's tongue from time to time while climbing was really a love experience.

Very romantic.

"Slurp!" The tender little tongue licked Wu Wen's face, leaving a cool touch.

Wu Wen reached out to wipe off the crystal saliva on his face, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

This behavior was a bit unlike the expression of love, but more like the expression of pork elbows.

Although Hong Yuan hadn't taken a bite yet, I don't know why, there was always a very strange feeling in Wu Wen's heart.

"Don't you want to eat me?" Wu Wen thought to himself, and felt the hair on his back stand up.

With the increase of favorability, Hong Yuan's love and possessiveness for him have obviously increased greatly. For example, now she always climbs into the coffin while he sleeps at night and lies on him, or appears inadvertently, and then sticks to him, constantly rubbing back and forth on his body. Now it's even more awesome, just sticking out her tongue to lick...

Wu Wen thinks that when the favorability is a little higher next time, maybe what awaits him is to open his mouth and try to bite.

"Hiss, this won't work!" Wu Wen's scalp numbed.

He didn't dare to think about it, for fear that Hong Yuan would notice his thoughts. She didn't intend to take a bite, but was awakened by him and wanted to try it.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The sound of the police car sounded in the distance, quickly approaching Yun Buzhaiyue's dormitory.

Wu Wen, carrying Hong Yuan on his back, quickly ran into the tree-lined path and ran towards his tram in the dark night.

"Just now, the girls on the fifth floor seemed to have mentioned a name, Zhao Yaru?"

Wu Wen sorted out his chaotic heart and thought quickly in his mind.

"The singing voice on the sixth floor is the same as Zhao Yaru's eight years ago, but judging from what they said, Zhao Yaru should have died eight years ago, so whether Zhao Yaru is the ghost on the sixth floor is still debatable."

"First of all, the deaths in this school should have started very early every year, and I don't know how long ago this very early can be traced back. If the cause of death started eight years ago, then Zhao Yaru is not the culprit. If the frequent deaths happened eight years ago, then Zhao Yaru is obviously the ghost singing.

So, I still have to go to the archives to check Zhao Yaru's information!"

Wu Wen felt that he had gained something tonight, but he should have come to the dormitory earlier, because it was useless to go to the archives before.

In fact, the best way is to ask about the singing voice on the sixth floor directly under Yun Bu Zhai Yue, but the dogs and students in this school are a group of bandits. Not only did they cheat me twice, but they also asked for money the third time.

I really have never seen such a student. He remembered that when he was in college, the students were quite enthusiastic!

Wu Wen ran down the dark path to the downstairs of the Political and Educational Department again.

The creepers he pulled off when he fell were still scattered all over the floor, which was no different from the situation just now.

Wu Wen reached out and wiped off the saliva that Hong Yuan licked on his face. I don’t know how he can still secrete saliva after becoming a ghost?

Wu Wen put the back of his hand in front of his nose and sniffed it carefully.

"Hmm, it smells good!"

Wu Wen was in a good mood and walked quickly to the wall. Then he pulled the roots of the creepers in front of him with both hands.

After trying the strength, Wu Wen used both hands to start climbing up.

"Shasha..." The leaves of the creepers made a shasha sound under Wu Wen's movements. He had been climbing for three consecutive days and felt that he was more familiar with the road than before.

This time Wu Wen was not going to enter the archive room again. The information in the archives room are all professional files sealed with mud, which are all professional information about academic qualifications, which do not meet Wu Wen's requirements.

What he wants to see are the death cases in recent years, and this thing is obviously not sealed in the archives, so he can only try his luck in the principal's office, or look for other archives.

There are actually a lot of personal traces of students in the school, such as personal files, China Higher Education Student Information and Career Center, attendance sheets, student statistics and graduate student statistics.

Leave a personal information.

What Wu Wen wants this time is actually the statistics of graduated students or individual students.

Especially the statistics of graduated students. In order to calculate the employment rate, the statistics will be more strict. Whether the person is dead or alive, whether he has gone abroad or worked, there are records, and they are divided into several copies, some are recorded by the school, some are written by the students themselves, and there are other messes.

This thing may also be archived, but it will not be included in the student's personal file, but stored separately.

"Swish!" The window on the third floor was opened by the human skin, and Wu Wen climbed in from outside again.

This time I didn't smell the fishy smell, but it was better to smell it, because now Hong Yuan was lying on me, and I could tear it up and eat it directly, which was better.

The political and educational department was still dark, but it seemed that because of the incident in the female dormitory, Wu Wen could see several cars passing by in the small square outside through the glass curtain wall.

The delicate college students are the fathers of these leaders and teachers. As long as there is a problem, they will rush to the school frantically even in the middle of the night.

Wu Wen was a little anxious. He quickly observed along the six-story complex building. Unexpectedly, he really found another archive room.

‘Archive Room 2’

The sign on the wall clearly showed the function of this room.

Wu Wen reached out and touched the key from the door edge, then inserted it and turned it hard.

“Click!” The door opened.

A cloud of dust floated out and landed on Wu Wen’s nose, bringing a burst of itchiness.

To Wu Wen’s surprise, this room was like a utility room, a little dirty. Even the various file bags with labels were randomly stuffed into the cabinet, and they were of different lengths and sizes.

But fortunately, this is indeed an archive room.

Wu Wen looked around and then fixed on the cabinet grid with the label of the Department of Art.

Then he walked over, opened the glass door of the cabinet, and took out all the information inside.

Unlike the archive room just now, these files are not sealed with mud, and there are very few archival materials of the Department of Opera, which are only contained in a file bag.

Wu Wen turned a page of the file bag and saw the words written on it.

"Statistics of students and graduates of the Department of Opera from 2008 to 2022."

Wu Wen's eyebrows were raised, good stuff, this thing is the thing that can solve all his current doubts!

Wu Wen flipped through the files, untied the thin wire on it, and then took out a thick stack of A4 paper inside.

The first thing to bear the brunt is the statistics of freshmen in 2008.

"Statistics table of freshmen in the Department of Opera in 2008, good, good, finally something useful!"