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Chapter 105: We Panic
The rules were simple: We follow the police to where they were going, we observe what they were going to do, and we find where were the rest of our classmates. However, there was one golden rule: we must not be caught.
As we slowly take our walk following the traces of the four police men who were still secretive in telling us what was exactly happening, we stopped in a full halt when we found out that we were heading towards the neighboring building only. The building with the highest numbers of floors, about thirty four or something, was only on the left of side of the covered gym where we were unfortunately stuck. There were two men in uniform heading our way, and we had no choice but to go back to the protest queue and just wait. That was so fucked up! We were only few meters away from entering the building but we were forced to head back! If only we moved a few moments earlier than them, the police men, then perhaps we would have had successfully searched t
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“Excuse me, officer. But am I allowed to know what is happening there inside? Mind you, I am now the one in charge of this Hamlet Creek University since the principal has died now, right? So I think I have all the rights to know what exactly is happening inside one of the many buildings under my care,” Mr. Morales, the vice principal said while keeping his fingers busy by letting them strangle one after the other. I could see it in his eyes that he was really concern. That he was indeed not able to keep himself at a cooler temper because he knew, just like we did too, that there was really something going on inside. With all the set up, with the yellow caution tape and barriers put in front of the building, it was already pretty obvious that something horrible and morbid took place again. “If you don’t tell me the truth, then I will report you to the higher government. Now, allow me to ask you again. What is happening inside? Remember, if you refuse to answer
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Philip looked me straight into the eyes, and then blinked a few more times before he stared away. Afterwards, he made a slight shake on his head and then heaved out a heavy sigh. “If I am to tell you the truth, it will going to take us a long time. If you really want to know, then we better begin to find a good spot to stay on. What about over there?” he said, pointing to the round table made of carved wood painted in white, the fourth one from the last study table of the students’ study area.“Anywhere is fine with me. But yeah, okay. Let us go there,” I agreed without having any second thought. With him ending up saying those words, there were only three possibilities that came to me. One (1) perhaps he had something like an emotional encounter with himself that was why he wanted to talk it through as a form of therapy; Two (2) just like me, he was just trying to unwind but later ended up having something that went on with him, or
The Photo Collector Chapter 111: Perks of Having A Sleuthhound Friend
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