She jumped off the plane, and ahead was the kindergarten's teaching building, designed like a miniature castle, exquisite if one ignored the corpse impaled on the lightning rod, still quite beautiful.
"How did that person get impaled like that?" Su Mo squinted her eyes.
"Parachuting," Lu Chen moved slightly to the side where he could see the parachute hanging from the dome structure.
Su Mo gave a sigh of dismay, "No wonder, it's all rotted like that."
She took out the family photo, memorized the image of the little boy, then looked at the name on the back, "His name is Jin Chenchen, let's go in and look around; the class is listed above."
The two circumvented some corpses and entered through the main gate.
The empty corridor stretched out, walls on both sides plastered with cartoon wallpapers obscuring numerous large and small bloody handprints as Su Mo and Lu Chen tread softly up the stairs.
"Senior class, class 3, where is it? This place is too big."
