Luo Yi thought it over briefly and realized his companion had a point. He stared at the huge lock on the door, lost in thought. "But who's keeping him prisoner? And why?"
"Only someone high up in the school could pull off something like this," Zhen Jianren said. "As for why he's being held here, I think we'll have to go inside and ask him."
"Now?" Luo Yi shrank back.
Zhen Jianren nodded. "Yes. Right now."
"Wait!" Luo Yi turned toward Zhen Jianren and frowned. "If he really is being held prisoner, why hasn't he run away? Or called the police?"
Zhen Jianren stopped. Clearly, Luo Yi's words had struck a nerve.
A few seconds later, Zhen Jianren pressed his lips together and looked into the empty courtyard beyond the door. "I think I know how he broke that leg."
At this, Luo Yi, walking close behind him, shuddered.
Wrapped in borrowed clothes, Zhou Taifu followed carefully behind Yu Wen.
Zhang Yinyin walked on the other side, a little way from the two of them.
"It's so cold," Zhou Taifu muttered, hugging his arms. But then he caught sight of Yu Wen frowning out of the corner of his eye. He straightened his neck and wisely swallowed the rest of his complaints.
The three walked on in silence.
Zhou Taifu hadn't eaten breakfast, and now he was hungry and cold. When they passed a supermarket, he hurried inside and bought three cups of hot soy milk.
As he rushed back out, several female students waiting in line stared after him, their expressions growing stranger by the second.
With the hot soy milk in his hands, Zhou Taifu felt a little more confident. Some color gradually returned to his pale face. "Miss Yu," he asked tentatively, "will it be dangerous if