Aaron immediately contacted Luther, "Mr. Warner, Anderson detected changes in the school's security system. Have you received any abnormal reports from your end?"
Luther replied over the phone, "No. I have real-time monitoring here and have not detected anything unusual."
Anderson then grabbed the phone, "Dad, here's the situation: I left a backdoor in the school's security system, but I can't access it now. It definitely means that there's a hacker operating in the background, patching up the loophole I set before. If your end shows no abnormalities, it's highly likely just an illusion. In other words, the other party has created a different interface to make you think there's been no change, but in reality, it's already been altered. I just suspect this, I don't have evidence, but I think the likelihood is high. It's going to be unexpected if nothing unexpected happens!"
Luther reassured, "Anderson, don't worry. I'm sending people over now. I'll have Aaron take you near the school. But under no circumstances should you enter the school on your own. You can try to remotely control within the vicinity of the school. Pay attention to your safety, understood? Leave the rest to the adults."
"Got it, Dad."
Anderson handed the phone back to Aaron.
Aaron immediately responded, "Mr. Warner, what should I do next?"
"You drive Anderson back to a location within a one-mile radius of the school and find a suitable safe place to stay put. I'm sending someone to the school to gather information. You don't need to contact Joyce anymore; I'll call her now," Luther instructed. "Take care of Anderson, and remember, there can be no mishaps. If there's any danger, retreat immediately."
"Understood. Mr. Warner, please rest assured," Aaron said before hanging up the phone.
He swiftly turned the car around and headed back in the direction they came from.
Meanwhile, inside the school, Kiki was still drawing, with Westbrook by her side, occasionally feeding her snacks, at times helping with a cloth, and sometimes passing her a pen, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
In the winter, darkness fell early. The visibility outside the window was already quite low, a gloomy haze enveloping everything around. The lights in the classroom had been on for a while, making it seem like daytime.
Suddenly, without any warning, all the lights went out simultaneously.
The classroom was left in complete darkness.
Kiki had always been afraid of the dark. She froze for a moment, and the paintbrush in her hand fell to the ground with a soft "clatter."
"What's happening? Who turned off the lights! Turn them on quickly," her voice trembled slightly.
In fact, Westbrook was also very afraid of the dark, especially after the last time he was pranked by Anderson, with the lights flickering on and off; it really scared him. Now, the lights had suddenly gone out again, and his first reaction was that Anderson was up to something.
He cursed, "Damn Anderson, if he's pranking me again, fine. But Kiki is still here, what's he playing at?"
He groped his way up, intending to find the light switch.
Suddenly, Kiki grabbed him, "Don't go, I'm scared."
Westbrook was in a dilemma, "If I don't go, how can I turn on the lights?"
He patted Kiki's arm, his own voice trembling, and tried to comfort her, "Kiki, don't be afraid, I'm here."
In front of the beauty, he had no choice but to put on a brave face.
"I don't care, you're not allowed to go," Kiki held onto Westbrook tightly.
Westbrook was even more helpless. What should he do now? He couldn't go turn on the lights, and they were both afraid of the dark.
"Alright, alright, I won't go. No one turned off the lights, maybe there's a power outage. Perhaps the power will come back on soon. Actually, it's useless for me to go find the switch," he comforted himself and Kiki.
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