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Disappeared in the Witches' Carnival Night - (Austria) Thomas Brzezina

In broad daylight, 26 students disappeared in full view of the public. They all "disappeared" collectively. Could it be that they were really captured by witches and had a carnival with "witches"? At the same time, countless priceless paintings from an art gallery were looted. Is this another witch casting magic? Are these incidents purely coincidental, or are they carefully planned? Can the Little Tigers find their long-lost classmates? Can the Little Tigers create another miracle and restore peace to the art museum?

Strange eyes

In German folklore, on the eve of May 1st every year, witches People would party and dance at Broken Hill, and this night was called Wapujis Night. But on the afternoon of April 30, all the students in Class 6(1) disappeared collectively. Although the Xiaohu team members knew in their hearts that the students in this class were just betting and joking with the Xiaohus at first, what they didn't expect was that the students in Class 6(1) were now facing a huge danger.

It all started last week, on April 23, when Patrick rode his bicycle to school as usual. After arriving at school, he parked his bicycle first.

At this time, he felt the eyes of some classmates staring at him. Patrick immediately looked at himself: Is his pants zipper unzipped? Wearing two different shoes? Wearing two different socks? Or...

Patrick checked from head to toe and found nothing unusual. On her feet she wore a pair of brand new sneakers that she particularly liked, and there wasn't even a single stain on them.

"Good morning!" He greeted his classmates friendly and yawned widely. The movie last night was very exciting, but it was too long, but that alone didn't make him yawn endlessly. What's worse is that after watching the movie, the monster that attacked the hero in the movie always dangled in front of his eyes, and he didn't fall asleep until the early morning.

Patrick did not see Luke and Biggie, they were probably already in the classroom. It was now 2 minutes to 8 o'clock. Under normal circumstances, the two little tigers would arrive at school a little earlier than me.

When Patrick pushed open the door of the teaching building, he was greeted by a group of students. As they walked toward the classroom, they looked at him and whispered to each other. "What are you doing?" Patrick muttered. Class was about to start, and he was in no mood to joke.

The students were stunned with their mouths open, as if they were practicing the pronunciation of "oh".

"May I know what surprises you?" Patrick asked.

"This is not fair!" One of the short boys with a pair of provocative ears and hair sticking up like a hedgehog shouted loudly, "My brother said, you are too big Most of the time, you are just a fool. You deserve this award. You must have played some trick." "Say it again!" Patrick thought there was something wrong with his ears." What's your name? Who is your brother? What are you talking about?" Patrick was confused and eager to find out.

A sudden class bell rang, and everyone dispersed and ran to their respective classrooms. Before Patrick could catch up with them, he had to go to the classroom himself. The first period on the curriculum is mathematics, and the teacher, Mr. Baker, never allows students to be late.

Patrick saw that Mr. Baker had walked out of the teacher's office, holding a compass and a set square under his arm. He quickly ran up the stairs, three steps at a time, and stepped into the classroom one step ahead of Mr. Baker. Panting, he jumped onto his seat and sat down.

Biggie and Luke were indeed already in the classroom. They both looked at Patrick with a pride in their eyes that Patrick found difficult to understand.

Why do they want to see themselves in this way? Are their admiring glances an expression of true emotion?

Impossible, what to do? How could he impress everyone overnight? I have always been the same Patrick. This Patrick is not the most outstanding student in the school. He is just one of the fastest students in the school and a good athlete. However, this is nothing to make a fuss about. Everyone in the school knows it.

At this time, Mr. Baker closed the classroom door, and the whole class stood up to say hello. Patrick had no time to ask Biggie and Luke what happened.

(There was something Patrick didn’t see in the lobby of the teaching building just now. What was it?)

Answer: There is a poster posted in the corridor of the hall. Patrick's photo won first prize.

Illustrations

The flying grand prize

In class, everyone is working on a particularly complicated problem. At this time, someone knocked on the classroom door and asked Mr. Baker to go to the principal's office. Mr. Baker asked the students to stay quiet and complete their homework independently, and then left the classroom.

Luke sat in front of Patrick, two seats apart, and Biggie's seat was two rows ahead. The teachers did not agree with the three tiger cubs sitting next to each other. They said that these three people would whisper to each other and affect learning.

"Congratulations!" Luke turned around and expressed his heartfelt congratulations to Patrick softly.

"Hi, that's great!" Biggie's excited voice also came from the front.

"Can I know a little bit about the situation? What are you talking about?" Patrick was now confused.

"You really don't know anything?" Luke looked surprised.

"What on earth is going on?" Patrick was so anxious that his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

Nicholas, who was sitting next to Patrick, was a guy who liked to draw howler monkeys everywhere. He answered Patrick's question: "You won the prize in the essay contest."

"Hahaha ! Be careful if you take advantage of me!" Patrick couldn't help but grin.

The Chinese teacher said several times that Patrick could hardly write three complete sentences. If there was a typo contest, Patrick would definitely win the world championship. However, after hearing what his classmates said, Patrick remembered that there was a competition. The Chinese teacher asked the whole class to write a composition and then sent it out. The title of the essay is: "I hope to do... better!"

On that day, Patrick was particularly unhappy, and he was very angry: early in the morning, his parents kept urging him, Because they got up late, they vented their anger on Patrick; in school, three senior students bullied a short student, but they turned black and white. The villain complained first and asked the teacher to criticize the short student. When Patrick learned about it, Angry but helpless; the football field was full of potholes, and Patrick, who loved playing football, went to the principal for advice. The principal's explanation was that the school did not have enough funds to renovate the field.

Patrick still remembers what he wrote in his last essay: "I hope a law can be issued that adults must treat children kindly; those who bully short students because of their tallness must do it for themselves Apologize for every bad behavior and give an ice cream to the bullied classmates. In addition, we need more than just highways. We also hope that everyone can exercise on the sports field, which is better for health. ."

At this time, Mr. Baker returned to the classroom, and the classroom was suddenly silent. In the following time, Patrick could no longer concentrate. He could not help but think about winning the prize. What kind of award can such an article win? He really couldn't figure it out.

The get out of class bell finally rang. Luke and Biggie immediately rushed to Patrick and slapped him hard on the back to congratulate him.

"Well done!" Biggie praised him. "It's unbelievable!"

"I don't believe it myself." Patrick smiled sheepishly.

"What are you going to do with so many bonuses?" Luke reminded him.

"A lot of bonuses?" Patrick was surprised. "I don't know what reward I can get."

"A bank book." Biggie answered. When Biggie reported the amount in the passbook, Patrick was stunned. No wonder the classmates looked at him with that special look just now. In Patrick's memory, he had never received such a high prize for an award-winning essay. With this money, Patrick could buy himself a new computer, a bicycle, and a tennis racket, and still have some left over.

During recess, Patrick was called by the principal. The principal congratulated him and reminded him not to spend the bonus indiscriminately. In addition, he handed Patrick an award-winning poster with his photo prominently printed on it, taken from a previous class group photo.

Now, Patrick was feeling dizzy. He didn’t know why he was so lucky to win the grand prize. On this day, the Chinese teacher also praised Patrick, although the Chinese teacher was full of doubts about Patrick winning the award.

However, this joy was soon diluted. During recess and after school, Patrick heard some harsh comments.

"Who did you copy from?"

"So what if you won the award, your Chinese score is still the lowest!"

"That essay You definitely didn't write it yourself. Which friend helped you?"

"Cheating!"

"How can you spend so much money?"

At first, Patrick tried his best to defend himself, but the more he argued, the more unclear he became. Later, he just went along with what everyone said, as if he didn't hear anything.

"These guys are jealous as hell," Luke comforted Patrick, "Everyone wants to win the prize."

"Can you just let me be quiet for a while." Patrick didn't expect that it would be quite an honor. One thing that happened now has made me very unhappy.

This is just the beginning, worse things are yet to come.

Bet

During recess the next day, a male classmate walked up to Patrick. He was Augen Lott from Class 6(1). This boy named Ogen always wears a thick metal chain around his neck, and there is a lock on the chain. His hair is dyed blue, and the roots stand straight up, which makes Patrick feel that Ogen is not interested in anything. Things will "go off in a rage."

"Hey, Steinbrenner!" Organ called Patrick's last name in a provocative tone.

"Hey, Lot!" Patrick shot back.

"The school's little millionaire!"

Originally, Patrick planned to downplay the award and tell Ogan that the prize was not that big, but then he thought about it. But he said: "It feels really good to have more money."

Ogan narrowed his eyes, as if they were about to emit sparks. "Proud cock." The expletive was directed at Patrick.

"I'm sorry, do you need me to introduce myself? My name is Patrick Steinbrenner." Patrick replied coldly.

Luke and Biggie slowly approached their friend because they sensed that Patrick might need help.

Ogan was furious. He didn't expect Patrick to contradict him. He mocked the three little tigers in a domineering tone: "Three arrogant guys, what a bunch of stupid donkeys. Even if someone steals your elephant and ties it up in your yard, you won't find out." "

"Does your home have a yard?" Patrick asked his companion in a deliberately long tone.

Bigi giggled and shook her head, and Luke nodded seriously: "Yes, we have one at home. The last time the elephant was standing in my yard, I saw it right away. And he rode it around."

"Very funny, Campinski," Organ said sarcastically to Luke. "It's a pity that you guys are a bunch of losers, and Patrick is a super loser, stupid and stupid. Fool!"

Patrick now understood that the brother the short boy mentioned yesterday was the troublemaking Ogen in front of him.

"I bet you can't even find our entire class!" Ogan suddenly said this out of thin air.

"Your class is on the second floor, at the end of the corridor. I'm glad it's far away from our class." Luke replied calmly.

"That's my classroom, I'm talking about all the boys and girls in Class 6(1)."

The three little tigers exchanged questioning glances with each other: This Ogen What nonsense are you talking about?

"Hey, Steinbrenner, you are a super writer and detective!" Ogan said with disdain on his face when he said "super writer" and "superdetector", "How about it? Yes? Interested in making a bet?"

"No!" Biji said on behalf of Patrick.

"Of course!" Patrick agreed to Augen without listening to Biggie's words. He liked to bet, and Organ seemed to know that about him.

"I'll make a bet with you: All our classmates in Class 6(1) are hiding under your noses, but you can't find them." Augen said rather arrogantly.

"Then when are you going to hide? Tell me so that I can record this date on my memo, and then celebrate this day like a holiday." Patrick retorted.

"I bet: you can't find us." Ogen repeated, "Even if I tell you clearly when and where we disappeared."

Biggie He shook his head and said, "This guy is crazy. He should knock his head with a piece of tile to wake him up."

"I promise, we can find you!" Patrick was not to be outdone. Luke sensed a fraud and wanted to stop Patrick, but it was too late. Patrick and Ogan were already high-fiving.

"We'll bet on the winnings you get."

Ogan seemed to have a plan.

"Okay, let's do it!" Luke and Biggie couldn't help but gasped after hearing Patrick's answer.

Patrick also quickly made his request: "If you lose, you have to dye your hair bright red and wear a floral skirt for three weeks."

< p>Ogan hesitated for less than a second, and immediately became confident and said loudly: "It's a deal!"

The two held each other's hands and shook them three times to indicate that the bet was valid.

"When and where do you plan to disappear?" Patrick asked after letting go of Organ's hand.

"I will inform you when the time comes." Ogen replied in a mysterious manner. Biggie saw that Ogen gave a thumbs up to his classmates as he turned to leave. Those classmates surrounded him and laughed strangely. There is no doubt that they had planned it. Ogan deliberately sneered at Patrick in order to anger him and finalize the bet with him.

"I don't like this at all." Luke muttered, "When have our Little Tigers ever done such boring things?"

Patrick also felt this I regret it very much. Why did I get so hot-headed just now? Then all the winnings are staked! This Ogen has a bad reputation throughout the school. Betting with this kind of person is really a bargain.

"I don't think things are that simple." Biji looked at her companion and said softly.

"You are all witnesses!" The three little tigers heard Ogen shouting to several classmates in the corridor on the second floor: "You have all heard what Patrick and I were betting on."

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The students above nodded.

Six days passed and nothing happened. But the three little tigers were like ants on a hot pot, not knowing how to deal with Class 6(1), and Ogen deliberately put the little tiger team's nerves in a state of tension, and he was secretly proud of it.

On the morning of April 29, during the recess, Ogen came to see the three tiger cubs: "Hey, you nosy dog ??noses.

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“We are not dogs. "Luke shouted angrily.

"The dog nose means a half-hearted detective," Organ said in a sarcastic tone, "Or should I call you amateur detectives? Or call you future criminal detectives? You say, what should I call you? ”

“Call us Patrick, Luke and Biggie. "Bi Ji replied calmly and politely. Although she was filled with anger, she tried her best to restrain it and not show it. Now, the bet has become the focus of the whole school, everyone is talking about it, and it has caused a stir among the students. A round of bets: Who is the winner between the Little Tigers and Ogen? There are only a few classmates who support the Little Tigers, while Ogen and Class 6(1) have many supporters.

" Okay, listen: I will release a message to you at noon today about the disappearance of our class. "

Ogen was about to turn around and leave when Biji grabbed his sleeve: "Wait, where and how are you going to announce the news to us? "

At this time, many boys and girls had already formed a circle around the Little Tigers and Ogen. They were all nervously watching the progress of the situation.

"Hi, everyone Didn’t I call you the Great Detective? Then you will always find an interesting little secret information. "Ogen said with a bad smile, "If you can't find this information, it will be even worse, because you don't even know where we disappeared from, let alone where to find us. This is tantamount to saying that I have a guaranteed victory. "

"Impossible! "The three little tigers unanimously loudly denied.

"Don't forget to meet us in the cafeteria at noon. "Ogen reminded me when he left. His attitude towards Little Tigers was like treating three ignorant babies.

At noon on this day, Little Tigers stayed at school because there were still many students in the afternoon. Classes had to continue. Lunch was served in the school cafeteria. Patrick, Luke and Biggie looked everywhere in the cafeteria: under tables and chairs, behind picture frames, on napkins, and even in the kitchen.

However, they found it. Nothing was found.

Many curious eyes were watching the three little tigers. Ogen himself and other students in Class 6(1) were standing against the wall, with their hands folded on their chests and expressions on their faces.

Lunch was the spaghetti that the little tigers loved, but no one had any appetite, so they fiddled with the noodles listlessly, picking them up and then dropping them down. p>At this moment, an idea flashed through Biji's mind, and she knew where Augen might have hidden the secret information.

(Where is the secret information hidden?)

Answer. : Next to Patrick's plate

Purchased information

Seeing that Patrick found the information in full view of everyone, Ogan was a little annoyed. Patrick unfolded the paper with a victorious smile. Article.

"What was written? "Biggie and Luke asked eagerly. But Patrick looked confused after reading the note. Patrick handed the note to his companion. Biggie and Luke looked at the front and then the back, and were very surprised. This is a picture There was no word on it.

This time it was Ogen's turn to smile.

Luke checked it carefully, but still found nothing. A message written in secret ink. "Technical expert Luke came to such a conclusion.

"You mean, we have to show its handwriting. "Biji continued.

"The question is which decryption method to use? There are many kinds of secret ink. If we use the wrong decryption method, the writing on it will be destroyed. "

"Luke, let's take this thing to the secret stronghold," Biji suggested. "There may be something we can use in your mini laboratory. "

"Okay," Luke nodded, "After school at 4 o'clock, we will go there directly, don't waste time! "

After the plan was arranged, the Tigers began to eat crunchy strawberry scones - their dessert with relish. Although Ogan claimed everywhere that even if the Tigers discovered the intelligence, he would win The bet was decided, but it did not affect the mood of the little tigers at all.

The three classes in the afternoon made the little tigers feel endless. Luke looked at his watch from time to time, and only two or three minutes passed each time. But Luke felt that at least half an hour had passed.

The three of them rode their bicycles straight to the China Golden Tiger Restaurant. The basement of the China Golden Tiger Restaurant was their secret base. The basement is spacious and quiet, with a lot of interior furnishings: some old car seat cushions, a couch, an inflatable cushion, where the little tigers can sit and lean on whenever they want, a computer with Internet access, a mini laboratory, and a road. Ke and Biji also built a data cabinet together, which contains many reference books. In addition, Biji is responsible for preparing various cakes. When the three little tigers are tired, they can eat snacks to replenish their energy in a corner. There are benches and dumbbells used by Patrick for exercise. When the Tigers discuss issues, Patrick always lifts the dumbbells and expresses his opinions.

On the way to the secret base, Patrick saw Ogan's. The younger brother was standing on the sidewalk. He suddenly had an idea and stopped the bicycle. When the little guy saw Patrick coming towards him, he ran away.

"Hey, wait, don't you want some ice cream?" ? "Patrick shouted after him.

The little boy's body suddenly stopped moving, as if someone had pressed the freeze button.

"Ice cream? Really?" The little boy couldn't believe such a good thing.

“Yes, absolutely, cold, delicious ice cream!” Patrick said sincerely.

"I want three balls! No lemons!" the little boy boldly demanded.

Patrick smiled and nodded, and walked with the little boy to the ice cream house at the corner.

"What's your name?" Patrick asked.

"Kevin." The little boy replied loudly, "You are Patrick. Soon, all your money will belong to my brother, and then you will have no money to buy ice cream."< /p>

"Yes, your brother is really a great guy." Patrick pretended to admire Ogan very much. "He is so smart, and the idea of ??making the whole class disappear is really brilliant."

After hearing this, Kevin proudly introduced his brother: "Ogan has many good ideas. Once He even kept the neighbor's dog in the basement of my house, that stinky goat..."

Kevin noticed the question in Patrick's eyes and quickly explained: "That's what we call the female neighbor next door. Stinky Goat searched for her precious puppy. One day later, he released the dog from my basement and sent it to Stinky Goat. As a token of his gratitude, Stinky Goat paid him. , quite a lot."

Patrick was very angry: This is Ogen, he can do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.

"In order to prevent me from reporting him, he had to give me almost half of the money." Kevin boasted. Seeing Patrick looking at him in disbelief, Kevin immediately changed his words: "Oh, less than half, only a little bit, but I bought two ice creams and a bag of firecrackers."

The brothers What a pair of little liars, Patrick thought to himself. After paying for the ice cream, they sat together under a low wall. Kevin devoured banana, hazelnut and blueberry ice cream.

Patrick pretended to be casual and asked Kevin what his hobbies were, who was his best friend, and what else he liked to do. Patrick wants to get as much information about Organ as possible from Kevin, hoping to get some clues as to how Organ plans to make the entire class disappear.

"Ogan can do magic. He has a lot of magic books, and he is still learning stunts recently." Kevin took a bite of ice cream and continued to talk excitedly, "Ogan likes to play guitar and watch horror movies. , and also plays bloody computer games, the kind that spit out blood."

Patrick has been silently muttering in his heart, "This guy Ogan is exactly what I guessed." But so far. , there were still no useful clues for the Little Tiger Team.

"He swallowed an earthworm alive because he bet with a boy with money," Kevin continued, "He also drives a dirt motorcycle just for children. The special car he designed belonged to his best friend. Once, he went to tease a python, and it was bitten by it. In order to detoxify, Ogen got bitten. Needle. He drove past my dad's car secretly. My dad's car is an automatic transmission, and Ogan can drive it."

Kevin chewed on the ice cream cone, "I want more. Can you tell me the story of Ogan?" he asked proactively.

"Of course!" Patrick replied.

"Then you have to buy me another ice cream!"

This price is too high. Patrick already knew a thing or two about Organ, and some of the things just now must have been made up by Kevin.

(Which thing is Kevin definitely making up?)

Answer: Ogan was bitten by a python. This is impossible. Pythons are large, non-venomous snakes that usually crush their prey to death.

2. Secret Ink

By the time Patrick arrived at the secret stronghold, Luke and Biggie had already arrived. They locked their bicycles to lampposts because bicycles had been stolen in the city lately. They originally planned to find time to catch those nasty car thieves.

Beside the golden tiger statue next to the door of the Golden Tiger Restaurant where Patrick came, the golden tiger's mouth is wide open, as if it is roaring to the sky. The golden tiger's ears are movable, and you can pull them out and press the tiger's mouth again. Press a button and a secret door behind the statue will open. The door leads to the basement, formerly the restaurant's storage room and now the Tigers' secret hideout. Only the Little Tigers know this secret.

Luke sat on the cushion with a large old book spread out on his knees and was reading it carefully. Bi Ji was surfing the Internet, muttering while searching. She entered a "disappear" search term, hoping to find something new. "There are seven million pages of 'disappearance' content on the Internet," she sighed. "For example, there is a page about the unsolved mystery of the disappearance of guinea pigs. Finding what we want is harder than finding a needle in a haystack."

"I'm sure Ogan will use some kind of magic to make the whole class disappear." Luke said without raising his head.

"How do you know he likes magic?" Patrick did not expect Luke to know about Organ's hobbies. A second ago, he was secretly proud of the information he got from Kevin.

“That’s not easy! Every time the school holds a celebration party, Organ always appears as a magician.

Luke continued to read the book in his hand and said, "When he performed at the party last year, three pigeons fluttered out of his sleeves before it was time; another time, with The girl he collaborated with to perform a sword-pierced girl cried in a box because his performance went wrong and the sword almost stabbed the girl. "

The note they found next to the plate during lunch was placed next to the computer, "I wonder what it says? "Patrick especially wanted to know.

"Oh, I forgot about the information," Luke remembered, "We'll take a look right away. "

"Stop! "Biggie stopped him, "We still don't know what kind of secret ink Ogun used to write. If it's vinegar, then we have to heat the paper before we can see the writing; it could also be wax, and once we iron the strip of paper, everything is destroyed. ”

Luke agreed with Biggie. He also thought of other secret inks: salt water and saliva. For each different ink, different decryption methods must be used to make the writing visible.< /p>

Luke walked to the bookshelf and took out a bunch of things: an iron, fine cocoa powder, a flat plastic plate like the one used by photographers to develop film, and diluted Ink. Finally, Luke filled the plastic tray with some water.

“In principle, there are four things that can be used to display writing.

We have to do the experiments in the correct order to avoid damaging the writing! ”

(How to arrange it in the correct order?)