The old school that Fangzheng was looking for,
It's the School of Humanities.
The normal university in Zhou City has a history of a hundred years, so some infrastructures are slowly failing to keep up with the new education model of the information age.
Therefore, Normal University rebuilt a new School of Humanities.
The old School of Humanities planned to go out independently and become an adult university under the name of Normal University.
At this time, Fangzheng was secretly excited to know the inside information.
It turns out that the old Faculty of Humanities was requisitioned by the Special Operations Department...
However, when Fang Zheng came to the old Humanities College, Fang Zheng discovered that outsiders could not enter it at all.
The old Humanities College has long been blocked, and there are even security personnel on duty.
These security guards are tough in spirit, obviously different from ordinary security guards, and can be seen at a glance with the upright temperament of a soldier.
And there is a warning sign at the door, it is not open to the outside world!
"Sure enough, there is a problem here!" Fangzheng's heart skipped a beat.
Fangzheng pretended to be an ordinary tourist, like everyone else, first stopped to watch the warning sign, then looked curiously into the old Humanities College, and finally left disappointed.
was not noticed.
However, Fangzheng, who had left the old School of Humanities, did not give up, and was still wandering around in other nearby schools, but he had been finding nothing. He also had the idea of lurking in, but with his martial arts skills, lurking in was easy.
But Fangzheng quickly dispelled this unrealistic idea.
Unless he wanted to die, he would not want to lurk in the headquarters of the Special Operations Department, which is full of experts.
Seeing the time passing by every minute and every second, staying any longer would delay the opening time of the Mingdian, Fang Zheng left the Normal University unwillingly.
Anyway, Nuo Da University will not run away.
There will always be opportunities.
First, go back to the community, pick up Little Skull again, then take the developed bus system, and go straight to Mingdian without delay.
When I arrived at Mingdian, I just caught up with the last afterglow of the setting sun and disappeared at the end of the horizon.
At the same time, Zuoqianhu next door also opened on time.
According to the past practice, when Zuo Qianhu was open for business, he came to Mingdian again to rush out the door. It seems to be a day off during the day, and I feel a little lonely psychologically.
As soon as Zuo Qianhu entered the Ming shop, the first thing he saw was the little skull holding a tablet computer, happily watching a domestic cartoon.
Tsk, more and more in line with the human world.
At this time, Fangzheng also happened to come out from the back hall after inspecting Shen Wenle's body, and when he saw Zuo Qianhu, he took the initiative to say hello: "Brother Zuo."
Zuo Qianhu: "Brother Zhiqiu."
The two chatted casually, and Zuo Qianhu returned to the next door shop again.
Fangzheng thought that today would be another peaceful night, but at nine o'clock when the night was getting darker, there was a sudden explosion, which instantly disturbed the tranquility of the night.
Fangzheng was startled, and hurried out of the underworld shop.
Then the little skull followed.
At this time, Zuo Qianhu appeared on the street one step ahead of Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng raised his head and looked in the direction of the explosion.
Soon after, there was the piercing sound of fire truck sirens, galloping in the direction of the explosion from all directions.
Fang looked dignified.
The fire of this explosion is not small, but the direction of the fire does not seem to be in the suburban industrial park. The possibility of explosions in chemical factories, clothing factories, and rubber factories is basically ruled out. But if you want to ignite such a big flame in the urban area, you can't think of anything else for a while
Fangzheng: "Brother Zuo, the fire is quite serious, I just hope no one was injured or injured."
"I don't know what kind of flammable material caused such a big explosion, and it can also ignite such a high fire."
"Should see the news tomorrow." Zuo Qianhu looked at it for a while, and then returned to the shop.
Fangzheng stared at it for another 10 to 20 minutes. When he saw that the fire was getting smaller, Fangzheng also returned to the Ming shop.
Tonight seemed destined to be a sleepless night.
As soon as Fang Zheng returned to the Mingdian, his smartphone vibrated. Fang was surprised, and the caller ID turned out to be Butcher Zhang.
"Did you contact me a few days ago?" Zhang Butcher's voice was still so indifferent.
He also didn't explain why he lost contact these days.
It's just that Fangzheng sensed a slight abnormality in Butcher Zhang's voice... It seems that Butcher Zhang is very tired at the moment
So Fangzheng gave a rough talk about Shen Wenle, psychic divination, and nightmare murder.
And people from the Special Operations Department temporarily stored Shen Wenle's body in the Mingdian.
"Wait for a few minutes, and I'll go find Mr. Fu." Butcher Zhang still cherished words like gold, and didn't waste any nonsense.
Fangzheng did not hang up the phone, but waited quietly.
One minute, two minutes... Some small sounds came from the handset of the mobile phone. It seemed that Butcher Zhang was walking on a pile of gravel or sand, and then he could hear the howling of the strong wind. Fangzheng listened quietly, as if there were still people But because of the distance and the howling wind, Fangzheng couldn't hear what he said.
"Tell me in detail again." After about five minutes, Mr. Fu's slightly tired voice came from the receiver.
Butcher Zhang and Mr. Fu seem to be very tired
For a long time, Mr. Fu and Butcher Zhang have always been somewhat unpredictable in Fangzheng's mind, but being able to make Mr. Fu and Butcher Zhang so tired at the same time, is it a very difficult thing to encounter
Fangzheng suppressed his doubts, and began to tell about the recent situation of Mingdian in detail.
Because the speech was more detailed this time, Fangzheng spoke for about ten minutes, but Mr. Fu was silent the whole time and did not interrupt Fangzheng.
"Want to learn to walk the yin?"
After Fangzheng finished telling what happened, Mr. Fu's voice was calm, still speaking with that dead face.
Fangzheng didn't react immediately.
I saw Mr. Fu continued: "If you want to learn to walk away from Yin, there are nine wooden boxes on the second floor, you open the first wooden box closest to the door, and then take out the soul lamp, which is the one you have seen last time." Soul Lamp."
etc!
I don't seem to have promised to be the Night's Watch
"Mr. Fu, I..." Fangzheng was about to explain, but Mr. Fu continued on.
"If you plan to go to hell this time, save the dead, and stand vigil for the living, you can ask the owner of the shop next door for a wood carving, and then go to the jade shop opposite for a jade plaque."
Next, Mr. Fu began to talk about the procedure, taboos, and detailed methods of walking.
It wasn't until half an hour later that the call ended.
At this time, Fangzheng frowned. He didn't know if Mr. Fu suddenly taught him to cheat, did he have some other meaning
Mr. Kefu didn't mention the night watchman at all.
I just asked him if he wanted to learn how to walk yin. He was not forced to become a night watchman, and there were no additional conditions. Instead, he was directly taught how to walk yin. It seemed that he really didn't have any selfish intentions? Mr. Fu said that all choices belong to him, and finally told him to do what he can.
If you don't want to go out of your way, you can wait for Mr. Fu to come back and let Mr. Fu handle this supernatural event himself.
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Sorry, there are only three chapters on the 8th, and one chapter is missing. There are currently two chapters owed, and they will be completed in June. I have something to do in the past two days, and I have to go to work during the day, so the handicapped party is so slow QAQ. .
(end of this chapter)