"Zhou Li! Run!"
"Quick, get Lord Dumpling to safety! It's poisonous!"
Lord Dumpling wailed in Zhou Li's arms, clutching his clothes with its little paws, reminding him.
Zhou Li didn't move. He just turned his head, searching for the source of the smell.
First to be ruled out is Chang Xiaoxiang.
Chang Xiaoxiang was a diligent and clean person. He usually took care of the dormitory's hygiene, which included, but was not limited to, mopping the floor and scrubbing the toilets. Sometimes, if the mess on someone else's desk was too much for him to bear, he would compulsively tidy it up for them.
He had a touch of OCD.
Zhou Li quickly locked onto the targets—
Chen Yang's numerous sneakers on the shoe rack. Each shoe was stuffed with socks, roughly at a one-to-three ratio of shoe to socks, but the task wasn't even complete, as a large pile of socks still lay in the corner of the rack.
And Liu Zhengming's leftover food on his desk.
