Fang Shenyan stared at Gao Zhihua's young face for a long time. He no longer dwelled on his identity and instead asked,
"Since that's the case, I'd like to lower the difficulty a little. Can you give me some hints?"
Without even considering whether Gao Zhihua was truly a staff member of this project, Fang Shenyan focused only on the practical matter. He desperately hoped the other party could provide some clues or leads.
Perhaps after revealing his identity, Gao Zhihua became somewhat more casual. He sat in his chair, shaking his leg as he said,
"Uncle, you just got in and you're already lowering the difficulty? Didn't I already tell you some information? You can start investigating from my side."
The information Gao Zhihua had mentioned amounted to no more than two points.
First, the entire school had suddenly lost all its population last night, and unknown ghosts had appeared.
Second, Class 1, Grade 3, where Gao Zhihua was, seemed to possess some special attribute.
Following normal operational logic, Fang Shenyan would naturally investigate Class 1, Grade 3 first. During that process, he would encounter no small amount of obstruction and face both humans and ghosts. That was the project's initial procedure.
But since Gao Zhihua had already broken the fourth wall, Fang Shenyan could certainly approach things from another angle and uncover some unusual intelligence.
"Cut the nonsense. My time is limited. Tell me everything you can."
Fang Shenyan rested one hand on a desk and looked out the window at the dim night sky, which was pure as a sheet of paper.
The longer he remained in this place, the more a peculiar feeling rose in his heart.
It was a feeling he had not experienced in a very, very long time: a premonition of death.
Gao