109: Chapter 109 Even if a thief comes, you have to leave two hundred yuan? You call this a dormitory?

Just as Jiang You was disappointed in the Mist Swamp because he couldn't "borrow a hairband," a massive cleanup operation was underway in the real world, inside the campus of Magic City Martial Arts University.

Because most of the students had been sent away for special training, the usually bustling campus now appeared exceptionally empty and desolate.

But beneath this quietness, undercurrents were surging.

"Report, Principal! Dorm Area A search complete! No suspicious items found!"

"Report! Search of the rooftop of Teaching Building B complete! Only found a pair of seniors skipping class for a date; they have been disciplined with a demerit!"

"Report! Search of the cafeteria kitchen complete! Aside from finding two jin of pig head meat hidden by the head chef, there were no anomalies!"

Principal Pang Ban stood beneath the administration building with his hands behind his back, listening to the reports from his subordinates one by one, his face growing darker by the second.

Those two massive dark circles under his eyes appeared particularly pathetic in the sunlight.

"Didn't find it?"

"How is it possible that you didn't find it?!"

Principal Pang gritted his teeth, the walnuts in his hand squeaking as he squeezed them: "That Faceless Man stole such a huge turtle shell! And so many supplies! Where could he have hidden them?"

"Could he have eaten the stuff?"

"Could he have escaped the school that very night?"

"No, I must go interrogate his three accomplices..."

The Dean of Students beside him wiped his sweat and cautiously pointed toward the most remote corner of the campus: "Wait a moment, Principal... there is one more place we haven't searched."

"The Abandoned Gymnasium of Class F."

Principal Pang, who was just about to grab his whip, paused, his expression becoming somewhat strange.

Class F.

That was the most lawless place in the entire school, and also a concentration camp for freaks.

Moreover, it was vast and sparsely populated, which really made it a good place to hide!

Could that mysterious Faceless Man be hiding there?

"Let's go!"

Principal Pang waved his hand, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes: "Since it's a school-wide search, we cannot let any place go!"

"You might not be able to handle those troublemakers in Class F, so I will go with you!"

"Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground today, I will find Old Xuan's turtle shell!"

...

Class F, Abandoned Gymnasium.

Because the gate hadn't been repaired, it was currently standing wide open, looking like a toothless maw.

Principal Pang led a team of fully armed disciplinary guards and stormed in aggressively.

However, as soon as they entered the hall, they were forced to stop in their tracks.

Because in the center of the hall, three "great Buddhas" were sitting.

Senior Ji Youyou, wearing a purple qipao and sitting cross-legged on the sofa with bare feet, was slowly feeding poisonous insects to a small white snake.

Qiu Yunan, wearing glasses and with electric sparks occasionally flashing from her body, was holding a copy of "High Voltage Safety Regulations" and studying it.

There was also Bai Zimo, curled up in a sleeping bag with only his hands exposed, typing furiously on a keyboard.

"Have you never won a game in your life?!"

"All you know is how to backdoor!"

"Defend the base! Go back and defend the base!"

"Damn it..."

Principal Pang looked at these three "monsters" before him, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound more authoritative: "Long time no see, three students!"

Seeing that the Principal had arrived, the three of them didn't get up, merely lifting their eyelids lazily.

"Yo, rare guests."

Senior Ji Youyou blew a puff of purple poisonous gas, smiling without smiling: "Principal, what wind blew you here?"

"Are you here to inspect whether we've starved to death?"

Principal Pang's mouth twitched.

Facing these students who were the top tier of the school and also the most headache-inducing, he couldn't put on too many airs.

"Ahem! Routine business!"

Principal Pang said with a straight face: "The school has been robbed, and we are conducting a school-wide search!"

"We need to search this place, please cooperate, you three!"

Senior Ji Youyou shrugged and pointed upstairs: "Go ahead and search."

"But I'll say the ugly things upfront."

"You can enter the men's dorm on the second floor as you please; that's a pigsty."

"But the third floor is our girls' boudoir. I've been raising quite a few 'little cuties' in my room lately, and they are very dangerous, oh!"

"Besides, for girls, there are some things that are inconvenient for others to see."

Senior Ji Youyou's gaze turned cold, and her tone instantly became dangerous: "No men are allowed on the third floor."

"If any stinking man dares to go up... if they get bitten and crippled by my Gu insects, I won't be held responsible."

Several male instructors behind Principal Pang suddenly felt a chill in their crotches and instinctively squeezed their Legs together.

"Fine! No problem!"

Principal Pang was also a reasonable person; he waved his hand: "Female instructors, go search the third floor! Men, follow me to search the second floor!"

"I don't believe that Faceless Man could just vanish into thin air!"

...

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Rapid footsteps stepped onto the rickety stairs leading to the second floor.

Principal Pang led the way, arriving first at the door of Dorm 201.

Principal Pang opened the door, but what met his eyes was not stolen goods, but a huge "small mountain" covered by several pieces of gray dust cloth stitched together.

This "small mountain" occupied half of the dormitory space and looked mysterious.

This was something Gou Fugui had specifically covered before leaving, calling it "dust-proof, theft-proof, and thief-proof."

"What is this thing?"

Principal Pang frowned, his eyes sharp: "Hiding it away, there must be something fishy!"

"Someone! Uncover it for me!"

Two instructors stepped forward, grabbing a corner of the dust cloth from left and right, and pulled it off with force!

"Whoosh!"

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!!!"

As the dust cloth was lifted, a burst of old dust that had accumulated for who knows how long instantly erupted in the narrow dormitory like a sandstorm!

Principal Pang bore the brunt of it, getting a face full of dust, choking and coughing continuously, tears streaming down his face.

"Cough, cough! This... what kind of biochemical weapon is this?"

When the dust settled, everyone finally saw the true face of that pile of things.

It was a pile of dazzling, messy... junk.

[Second-hand dumbbell (missing one handle)]

["Postpartum Care for Sows" Hardcover Edition]

[Expired laxatives]

[High-imitation brand-name sports shoe (left foot only)]

...

Looking at this inventory, which was even shabbier than a scrap collection station, Principal Pang's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Just this?"

"Did they treat the dormitory as a landfill?"

"Covered it up to prevent thieves? A thief would see this, shed tears, and leave two hundred bucks before leaving, right?"

The others looked at each other in dismay when they saw this scene, but their purpose for coming here was still to search for stolen goods!

Several instructors, enduring the coughing fits caused by the dust, began to rummage through the "trash mountain."

Someone picked up the copy of "Postpartum Care for Sows," flipped through a couple of pages in confusion, and found nothing else except for Gou Fugui's flamboyant signature on the title page and the phrase "Produced by Fugui, must be a masterpiece."

The group searched the dormitory, and aside from this pile of junk and a few empty beds, there were simply no so-called "stolen goods."

"Forget it, forget it. Since it's not here either, you guys might as well clean it up for them while you're at it!"

Principal Pang patted the dust off his body, feeling the taste of dirt in his throat and his face itching.

"I'm going to wash my face."

Principal Pang, with a dark face, turned and walked out of Dorm 201, heading straight for the washroom at the end of the corridor.

He now urgently needed to use water to wash away all this dust and disappointment.