There was no blood after the gunshot.
The gun turned into a puff of green smoke, and countless colorful shadows shot out from Ge Tingting's temple and leaped into the sky.
In the colorful illusion, they could barely distinguish the earphone packaging, the Malatang sign, Feng Qi's figure, and the smiling faces of strangers. They exploded in the darkness like an unusually grand firework.
But then they didn't fall.
The brilliant shadows floated slower and slower in the air. The next moment, they collapsed and condensed in midair, turning into a yellowed family portrait. In the family portrait, a simple middle-aged man and woman each held a daughter. An old man sat in the middle, with a smile on his face that formed a flower.
Her most cherished and fondest memories.
Ge Tingting stumbled and fell to the ground. The photo frame seemed to have lost its support and fell straight to the ground.
In just a moment, the runes of the magic suddenly exploded, and circles of dark light swirled around her rapidly. Her eyes suddenly lost their luster and closed immediately. On Ge Tingting's wrist, the dark hair instantly swelled up.
The black hair grew explosively, as if it had come to life. Millions of strands of hair stretched out and then wrapped tightly around Ge Tingting, wrapping her tightly in the middle like a pitch-black cocoon.
The photo frame was also tightly wrapped in her hair, entwining around her.
The electronic screen in front of the Bishop's School building lit up again.
There was a hint of fear in Huang Jin's eyes.
"What should we do now?" Huang Jin looked at the cocoon worriedly.
Through the screen, he stared at the three people, as if he was organizing his words.
"The direction of destroying memory is correct. Let's continue destroying secondary memory and see how the environment reacts." Zhong Cheng said as he moved his shoulders and neck, without a trace of worry on his face.
Under the hypnotic spell, Ge Tingting fell into a deep sleep. Before her brain could react, her consciousness completely fell into darkness.
"Welcome to Qingjiang City No. 16 Middle School, welcome to the last day of your life."
Yin Ren: "... Then let Huang Jin explode. Hasn't he used up all his spiritual weapons yet?"
"Shi'an is lucky. With this strength of will, she will become a powerful corpse servant." Yin Ren said softly.
A few minutes later, Guo Wei spoke again, his voice hoarse and sinister.
Before he could finish his thoughts, he felt an extremely strong gaze.
Huang Jin sighed, and suddenly felt a little tired: "I know."
"Let me teach you something, kid." Yin Ren patted his hairbrush and took the initiative. He smiled, but his tone was like ice water. "When you make an agreement, you should first check if there are any loopholes - this is one of the basic common senses in the metaphysical world."
An unstable consciousness will be affected by the environment, provided that "she is conscious."
"Hey hey... Shasha..."
Well, I guess I can’t keep this memory anymore, Huang Lingjiang thought sadly.
He weighed the cloth bag, and the magic weapon made a clanging sound.
The hammer-shaped hair coif was controlled by Yin Ren. It slowly descended and landed on the ground as softly as a feather.
"Even if I turn all my luggage into explosive spiritual weapons, it may not be enough." There was a hint of worry between Huang Jin's brows.
Zhong Cheng said and made a quick gesture to the two of them, indicating that they should put their headphones back on.
Guo Wei did not respond to the broadcast on the screen, his expression was a little distorted. The hair cob trembled a few times, and the place where the photo was hidden was slightly bulged. Guo Wei seemed to want to take it away, but he didn't know how.
Huang Jin subconsciously raised his head and met Zhong Chengshuo's meaningful gaze. Huang Jin adjusted his breathing for a while, raised his hand, and made a zipper-pulling motion at his mouth.
"Teachers, families, and school workers, you have three chances left. Please try your best to leave the school."
He tightly grasped the black ballpoint pen and looked at Yin Ren with a bad face, with a hint of madness in his eyes.
"There may be phantoms of students in the female dormitory, so don't move for now." Zhong Cheng said after thinking seriously, "First destroy the 'inaccessible' female toilet and the men's toilet whose details are not clear, and see the effect."
Yin Ren repeated each word in a pause.
"We've done it, what's the problem?"
"It's a piece of cake." Yin Ren let his hair curl slightly. "I can use ordinary magic to make up for it. Let me try it next. Zhong Cheng, what do you want to destroy next?"
Now, both she and her memories were separated by the evil hair. Even if Fu Xingchuan himself came, he couldn't break through such a defense.
He didn't say much. After he finished speaking, the screen simply went dark.
Yin Ren calmly put away his hand that was performing the spell.
"Choose to eliminate the quota, play the best memory, and stay here."
Sand.
"Special Dispatch Team Nine, Zhong Cheng said." Zhong Cheng's voice was clear and his speech was slow. "Calling Shi An, calling Shi An."
Next to the ruins of the toilet, Zhong Cheng tapped the earphone next to his ear, as if waiting for something.
With King Yan deliberately hiding his real name, what will become of this pair of partners
At two o'clock in the morning, a burst of fire exploded the darkness, and the public toilet in the corner of the campus was reduced to ashes. After a cracking sound like shattered ice, several pale spider legs were embedded in the cracks of the barrier.
Broadcaster Guo Wei sat at the table, looking even closer to death than last time. The pupils of his eyes were completely cloudy, a suspicious bulge had grown on his temple, and the gloomy aura around him was even heavier.
Yin Ren's actions have gone beyond the scope of "special abilities" and "strange magic" and are the behavior of a real evil creature. As everyone knows, Shi An will not let real evil creatures work as field staff.
Yin Ren: “…” Oh, a public toilet.
“Sha…Shasha…Hello…Sha…” The noise in the earphones rose and fell slightly.
"Sha... Xiao Zhong? Sha... Keep... the call..."
Soon, the noise gradually faded away, and Lu Xiaohe's tired voice came over.
“… Manual navigation calculation ends… rustle… signal band… confirmed…”
"Hey, are you guys okay?" Lu Xiaohe's voice was hoarse.
"They are all still alive." Zhong Cheng concluded matter-of-factly.
"Haha." Lu Xiaohe smiled weakly, "I have stabilized the communication, but the signal is a little weak."
"The testing equipment cannot keep up. Please be more careful and report any abnormalities in a timely manner."
"Yeah." Zhong Cheng said with a relieved expression.
"Minister Fu will communicate with you next... I'll take a nap... and then we'll talk after I wake up..." Lu Xiaohe fell silent before he could finish his words.
"Hey, hey, hey." Fu Xingchuan's voice was also tired, but compared to Lu Xiaohe's, his tiredness had a different meaning. "Your sister Lu hasn't had a rest for 34 hours. Please be considerate."
"If the situation is not urgent, give me a full report immediately."
The group abandoned the miserable public toilet and returned to the faculty and staff dormitory.
Yin Ren carefully placed the hairbrush containing Ge Tingting on the bed. The night outside the window was as dark as ink, and the incandescent light in the room flickered from time to time. This dormitory was not big, but the ceiling was very high, giving off a sense of oppression like a deep well.
Zhong Cheng pulled up a chair and sat down, then started talking to the security department.
Over the next half hour, Yin Ren and Huang Jin fully witnessed Lord Yan's ability to talk nonsense.
Zhong Cheng said he was not good at communicating with people, but he was very good at covering up his traces. He completely omitted the strange phenomena on Yin Ren's body, and Ge Tingting's coma was summarized as "she was knocked unconscious by Yin Ren immediately after losing her memory, and Huang Jin used a magic weapon to keep her in a coma."
Comrade Xiao Zhong's tone was particularly serious and sincere. If Yin Ren had not been the person involved, he would have almost been tricked by this guy.
Fortunately, Fu Xingchuan's focus is not on details.
"It was handled well." His tone lost its usual nonchalance. "Did you see Guo Wei? Weird."
"Hasn't this happened before?" Yin Ren put down his earphones and interrupted curiously, "I don't know if he's a powerful ghost, but I can't think of any other possibilities..."
At least a thousand years ago, ghosts were like mushrooms after rain. No one knew where they would pop up from or how many varieties there were.
Lord Ghost King did not have the spirit of seeking to get to the bottom of things that Zhong Cheng said - at that time, Yin Ren did not even know why there were day and night, why there were sun and moon. Existence was reasonable, and he never delved too much.
Anyway, if you meet someone who comes to cause trouble, just beat him up.
"The cause of the evil spirit is still unknown, but Guo Wei does meet the characteristics of the evil spirit."
Fu Xingchuan's voice was a little vague, and it sounded like he was smoking. He paused for a long time before continuing to utter the next sentence.
"The first reason is that the evil spirits consciously experienced the painful process of death before they died, and had strong negative emotions when they died."
Fu Xingchuan's tone was unusually serious: "Second, their deaths are widely known. Whether through rumors or news, no one among the fierce ghosts died quietly."
Guo Wei's condition was too standard. After the murder case of Guo Laifu was widely reported, the Anqingjiang Branch immediately monitored the area near the crime scene. However, after a long investigation, they did not find any signs of Guo Wei's transformation.
Half a year later, the boy's file was sealed in the depths of the data.
"We have never discovered this phenomenon. Given the current situation, it is difficult to define Guo Wei as a powerful ghost... Well, let me think about it. According to the theory of Science Hill, Guo Wei's consciousness has parasitized Guo Laifu's brain."
"The consciousness is parasitic in the brain." Yin Ren chewed on this sentence again and again. "I understand the general situation. We will send seven groups in for support today. You should pay attention to sleep and make sure you are conscious."
Fu Xingchuan ended the call without waiting for their answer.
Unfortunately, now that things have come to this, Lord Ghost King naturally cannot go to bed early.
Zhong Cheng said as he put on his night cap again and slept peacefully beside Yin Ren. His expression was as relaxed as ever, as if he was lying in his own bedroom. Huang Jin, on the other hand, was tossing and turning frantically on the single bed, and it was obvious that he was sleeping very restlessly.
"Parasitic consciousness." Yin Ren lay flat on his back beside Zhong Chengshuo, muttering silently.
In the narrow staff dormitory, the old clock ticked. Yin Ren lay in the middle of the room, but his consciousness covered almost the entire school - while the surveillance of the police was not keeping up, his hair flowed repeatedly on the campus.
However, Guo Wei's consciousness was tightly covered, and Yin Ren still didn't discover anything.
This is Guo Wei's consciousness. If Guo Wei wanted, he could have just let them go. But he induced them to escape by force, even though he knew they would destroy his memory. It really didn't seem like he was just having fun.
What on earth was that skinny kid thinking about
Lu Xiaohe also slept very uneasily.
After thirty-four hours of intense brain work, her head felt like it was filled with molten iron. Chaotic theories and data were running rampant, and the tension of manipulating AI was lingering. In her dream, she and the monitor with arms and legs fought for a full three hundred rounds.
When she opened her eyes, it was just seven in the morning. She had slept for more than five hours on and off, and her body was covered in cold sweat.
Lu Xiaohe rubbed her painful temples and picked out a T-shirt that said "early to bed, early to rise." She washed her face with cold water and went to the cafeteria to drink a cup of extra strong coffee.
However, when she returned to the office of Special Investigation Team 9, the office had changed.
There was a temporary operating table next to hers, and a boy who looked like he had just graduated from high school was sitting in front of it.
"Sister Xiaohe!" The boy waved at her casually, holding a breakfast biscuit in his mouth. "Our group 7 has entered the museum, so I just came here to work. It's just right for us to be together."
"Xiao Zhao." Lu Xiaohe pressed his forehead.
Zhao Shiyan was specially assigned to command the rear of Group 7. This kid was extremely sensitive to data, played games very well, and even skipped a grade to finish college. Shi An was impressed by his responsiveness and decisiveness, and hired him to train him with a high salary.
Xiao Zhao, Bao Linlin, and Wang Zhou are collectively known as the unlucky iron triangle. The stronger their abilities, the worse their luck.
"Wait a minute," Lu Xiaohe came back to his senses, his voice a little trembling, "Mr. Fu will not let you go in for rescue, right?"
Team 7 had indeed been to the archives many times and was very experienced, but Team 9 was already unlucky enough and they really didn't need to make things worse.
This is a team that changed the rules of the archives single-handedly. Last time, Team 7 entered a person's brain, and that person managed to escape the constraints of consciousness and successfully jumped off the building. The scene was thrilling.
Facing Lu Xiaohe's undisguised look of fear, Xiao Zhao frowned and said, "This is discrimination! Here, I'll put you on the line, and you can talk to Minister Fu yourself - he was listening the whole time."
Sure enough, Fu Xingchuan's voice came from Xiao Zhao's earphones: "Well, in some metaphysical issues, fighting poison with poison is quite effective... Let's not talk about that. It takes three people to enter the museum. I personally took two people from Group 7 in, so don't worry."
Lu Xiaohe: “…”
Thank you, the content of Group 7 in the team is still 66%. She pays the highest respect to Minister Fu's courage.
Xiao Zhao snorted with all his might: "We were successful this time. Brother Wang just told me that they have locked the approximate location of Group 9. They found the rescue target in five hours. This is a new record!"
"Very good." Lu Xiaohe sat down with a dull look in his eyes.
She simply operated and shared the seven communication channels. As soon as the gentle and pleasant connection sound ended, a sharp scream broke out in her earphone, and the voice sounded like a man.
Lu Xiaohe's scalp almost exploded: "What's going on?!"
"It's okay, Wang Zhou was frightened." Ghost Master Bao Linlin's voice came from the headset, "Don't worry, with Minister Fu following us, nothing can go wrong."
A trace of pain gradually emerged on Lu Xiaohe's face. In a mental file that was obviously not right, it was really dangerous to say such words.
Should we say it is worthy of being Group 7
She took a deep breath: "Wang Zhou was frightened?"
"Yes, we suggest you contact your team members as soon as possible." Bao Linlin's voice became serious. "Xiao Lu, what did Team 9 describe to you about that school?"
"It's a small middle school. The main gate is a metal sliding door, and there's an old security guard with a face that looks like he's melting. You can see students in different colors on campus, and the bells for classes are a little out of tune... That's about it."
Lu Xiaohe retrieved the investigation report of his own team members.
Group 7 is a Class B investigation team after all, there is no way they would be frightened by something of this magnitude.
"What happened? Has the school changed?"
“… You could say that.” Bao Linlin sighed.
In the archives.
Fu Xingchuan protected the two members of Group 7 behind him and looked at the "middle school" in front of him.
They can only vaguely see some elements of secondary school.
The security booth and metal sliding door are still there, but they are twisted like liquid and melted into the edge of a huge hemisphere. Crumpled school uniforms, rotten underwear, rusty bicycles, torn textbooks and test papers, they all densely form this strange hemisphere.
This hemisphere clings firmly to the street, out of tune with the vague buildings around it, like a tumor growing on the street.
Its surface was covered with deformed veins made of stationery, pulsating subtly. These things did not completely cover the campus, there were many gaps between them, but there was only darkness inside.
As a scientist, Wang Zhou took the lead and was the first to approach this strange "school".
He approached the edge of the hemisphere and tried to investigate the part that looked like a security booth. Unexpectedly, the twisted window on the security booth suddenly opened, and a deformed face popped out, almost coming into close contact with Wang Zhou.
The face was like wax, with the features completely misplaced, like a postmodern figure painting. The old man's face was almost flat, and his stretched neck was as thin as a flower stem.
"What are you doing? What is this and that?" The mouth on his left cheek opened and closed.
Wang Zhou was caught off guard and almost couldn't catch his breath. When he came to his senses, he let out a scream calmly.
Fu Xingchuan tapped his earphone and contacted Group 9 directly: "We are at the school gate, and we can't get in for the time being."
He stared at the security guard's strange face, which was as big as a basin, and sighed.
"Team Nine, report the situation."
At the same time, several people from Group 9 stood silently at the door of the faculty and staff dormitory, and no one responded for a while.
As soon as it was 7:30, everyone went downstairs. When the door was opened, the world turned upside down.
The peaceful campus has turned into a nightmare. The scene outside is really hard to describe with words—
The destroyed senior high school building and toilets were now only a dark void, as if someone had completely removed these two buildings from the painting of "school". The phantoms of the senior high school students were wandering around the school in a way that was... not quite right.
Some people were crawling and squirming, their heads tucked into their bodies. Some were only left with their lower bodies, and they were walking on four legs. There were even a few figures that melted into a ball, with their arms and legs waving aimlessly.
Accompanied by bouncing test papers, books and rulers, the phantom team staggered across the campus. Their postures were stiff and ugly, a bit like the pedestrians in Guo Laifu's consciousness.
Transparent tape formed a spider web between the buildings, and the green fence of the playground was stained with dark red blood and snow-white correction fluid.
The pomegranate flowers were filled with dirt and blood dripped down the petals. Utility knives and compasses were placed in the flowerbed, and the words on the sign changed to "The grass is red, trample it at will."
There are even many Guo Laifu on campus.
Guo Laifu and his gang were covered in minced meat and internal organs, with twisted smiles on their faces. They wore blood-stained clothes and squatted in remote corners of the campus.
Above the chaotic images, the sky is blue and the sun is still bright.
Amid the chaotic scene, there are many "normal" students.
The students of the Bishop's College were chatting and laughing in the chaotic scene of hell. They carried their delicious breakfasts, as if the scene around them was just a part of daily life.
Yin Ren let the hair of Sheng Fang Ge Tingting float behind him and quickly scanned the surroundings.
He saw Guo Wei again.
Guo Wei was still holding two steamed buns, and walked towards the Bishop's Building with his head down. The distorted phantom of the student brushed against his trousers and he seemed to have noticed something, and he trembled slightly.
"Minister Fu, the campus has become a little strange. Everyone is fine for now." Seeing that Zhong Cheng was observing with great concentration, Yin Ren took the initiative to report. "We are going to continue the investigation. Let's keep in touch for now."
His hair swam carefully across the ground, and even with the situation at this point, he still didn't detect any abnormal evil aura.
This place is just a little distorted, but essentially it is no different from the streets outside the campus.
They are like...
It's like witnessing another consciousness going insane.
The author has something to say:
"A Little Strange" by Millennium Ghost King
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Xiao Yin: Haha, even if we only use magic, destroying buildings is a piece of cake!
Xiao Zhong: I want to blow up the public toilet.
Xiao Yin:
Small bell:
Xiao Yin: Come on, Huang Jin!
(End of this chapter)