"But in the end, they still didn't find the bodies of those two girls?"

Pouring a cup of tea for Duanmu Huai, Shajuye asked anxiously.

"No, their bodies were completely devoured by that monster, not even bones were left. After that, I searched the air-raid shelter again but didn't find anything, except for that cell phone which might have been preserved by sheer luck. Everything else was either eaten or destroyed."

Duanmu Huai shook his head. Through the phone, he could see the fate of the two girls, so he had no particular thoughts. Honestly, the Athletic Girl was really unlucky; she simply got caught up in her friend's foolish actions. But the Literary Girl brought it upon herself; Duanmu couldn't feel any sympathy for her.

"So pitiful... If there were bodies, at least they could be mourned."

"If there's none, then at least the families can hold onto the thought that they are still alive, which is not entirely a bad thing."

Duanmu shrugged, picked up his teacup, and took a sip. The monster's body had completely melted away, leaving no evidence. So, Duanmu only informed the principal that the monster invading the campus had been expelled. Of course, the principal was skeptical about it. So...

"Brother, are you leaving?"

"The principal asked me to at least substitute for a semester."

Duanmu sighed quietly, but it didn't matter, as he would be getting paid anyway.

Moreover, Duanmu didn't intend to leave because, strictly speaking, this matter wasn't over yet.

Or rather, in Duanmu's view, it had just begun.

The reason was simple: after getting rid of the monster, Duanmu did not obtain the Ancient Essence.

From previous retrospection, Duanmu had already determined that the monster seemed more like it had been attracted or summoned. If you used a gaming analogy, it was more like a summoned minion rather than the real BOSS. Hence, Duanmu planned to stay at the school a while longer to see how things go. Otherwise, if he said everything was fine and left, but then something happened, wouldn't that be slapping himself in the face?

Although through the magic circle on the ceiling, more could be traced back, when Duanmu tried to trace it, the magic circle automatically destroyed itself. This was similar to the situation before with the Shadow Copy Believer self-destructing in March City, indicating that something as powerful as the King in Yellow was behind it, so Duanmu couldn't extract any information.

In other words, something was definitely wrong with this place, but Duanmu hadn't figured out what it was yet.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Just then, the phone rang, and Duanmu picked it up; Yuko Shionji's voice came through.

"Found it!"

"Found what?"

"As you said, I investigated Qianyuan Academy's historical records, and indeed discovered a collective disappearance event from 60 years ago!"

"Collective disappearance?"

"That's right, due to the passage of years, I could only extract information from the internet and some tabloids, and can't guarantee its credibility. But some newspapers of that time did report on the collective disappearance of Qianyuan Academy students. One tabloid magazine even depicted stories of supernatural photos!"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Duanmu held the phone and quickly rushed upstairs, pushing open the door.

"Show me, where is it?"

"Whoa!"

Yuko Shionji, sitting on the bed, was startled by the sudden entry and turned to glare at him discontentedly.

"Why did you suddenly barge into a lady's room!"

"Even though we're under the same roof, you insisted on using the phone to communicate, that's the real problem!"

Duanmu gave Yuko a glare; this girl was a real shut-in NEET, rarely going outside. She slept here, ate here, and if it weren't for Shajuye dragging her, she'd be too lazy to even bathe or change clothes, as if she intended to live in this room forever. Like earlier, instead of calling from upstairs, she insisted on using the phone to contact Duanmu.

Anyone unaware might think they were miles apart!

Duanmu wasn't going to indulge this stubborn girl.

"Come, show me, where did you say it was?"

Duanmu walked directly to Yuko's bedside, and Yuko turned her head reluctantly, glaring at him again before continuing.

"Here... The owner of this website has a hobby of collecting tabloids, and as the internet became more developed, he uploaded his collection content online, gaining some level of recognition."

This was quite normal, like people collecting cigarette boxes; in the past, it was not understood, and they could only amuse themselves by tucking them away in a drawer. But now, in the digital era, these can be photographed and shared online, finding like-minded companions to communicate with.

The screen on Yuko's device quickly displayed the magazine's content. Although the paper had yellowed due to age, the content was still relatively clear.

Duanmu read through it and immediately understood why Yuko had quickly identified this content.

Because the story it told was almost identical to what he had encountered before.

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