Wen Zheliu: No... But I'm already at the bottom of the teaching building...
Du Zijun: Then just come up and pretend like nothing happened, can you do that
Wen Zheliu: ...I'll try my best.
The students and teachers who were watching were purely curious and puzzled, with a little bit of expectant eyes, and they were talking like mosquitoes. These things that surrounded him seemed to be tangible, resting heavily on his shoulders. When Wen Zheliu walked up the stairs, some students followed him up the stairs. No matter how calm he pretended to be, the muscles on his face still became extremely stiff under the gaze of dozens of eyes.
Oh no.
Wen Zheliu knew very well that rumors would always spread fastest in a small closed environment. No matter who they were or what happened last night, the truth could only be wrapped up in tiny corners. What snowballs bigger and bigger is always the people who spread it add fuel to the fire and make unrealistic subjective guesses.
Right now, their every move is being closely monitored by countless pairs of NPC eyes. No matter what they do or say, someone will pay attention unconsciously... If this continues, it will only be a matter of time before the participation value drops to a precarious level.
Wen Zheliu lowered his eyes, with a solemn look in his eyes. He walked into the classroom unhurriedly, and in an instant, dozens of pairs of eyes turned to him, almost making him unable to control the expression on his face.
"This way." Du Zijun called him in a moderate voice.
Among the four of them, Xie Yuanyuan took off his clothes and ran around without anyone even looking at him. He Qin and Du Zijun were both in high positions before and were used to being the focus of the crowd. Only Wen Zheliu, his dissatisfaction The sense of adaptation and pressure is the greatest.
No one spoke in the classroom. Ever since he came in, the class representative had been standing stupidly on the podium. No one was directing the morning reading. There was even a sense of suffocation due to poor ventilation in the quiet space. Wen Zheliu took a deep breath, walked over and put his schoolbag on the desk in the corner, then turned to face the whole class, with a normal expression and spoke clearly: "It's almost midterm, right? If you have the time to look at me, It’s better to read early now and do your own thing.”
He looked around, and his voice echoed in the silent classroom. The students who met his eyes were all shocked, and then lowered their heads angrily, either opening their textbooks, packing their pencil cases, or rummaging around. Homework books, the whole classroom is now a little lively.
"What's going on?" On the podium, the English class representative began to take the lead in morning reading. Wen Zheliu also took this opportunity to lower his voice and asked Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan, "There was a lot of movement last night, but it won't be like the next morning. The commotion is known to everyone, and there is no buffer time, right? Where did the news come from, roommate? "
"I don't think so." Du Zijun's face was gloomy and ugly.
Wen Zheliu immediately reacted: "...Gam."
He had forgotten that this habit would disrupt the situation.
Xie Yuanyuan came over quietly and said: "Someone is definitely up to something. Since the morning, the NPCs have been looking at us strangely, but they dare not come up and talk to us. This has made me angry several times."
Wen Zheliu chuckled: "No wonder they don't dare to look at you, they only look at me."
After a pause, he continued: "So, how did Garm do it? Just by getting up in the morning, everyone can know that we are different from ordinary people. This efficiency is too fast."
"Who knows," Du Zijun lowered his eyes sinisterly, with several circles of bandages on the wrists of his hands, "and there are no class teachers or deans who have come to talk to us yet. When the class breaks... or after class at noon, I guess That’s where trouble comes.”
At this time, the group message rang.
He Qin: I will take care of the school. Remember to split up after class and pick a quieter place to meet again.
Xie Yuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Ah... it's done. It's really reliable."
Wen Zheliu smiled slightly, Du Zijun said nothing, but he was obviously in a better mood.
During the recess, Zhang Yan came over from the next class and nervously called Wen Zheliu out.
"What's wrong?" When he took him to the corner of the stairs where there were few people, Wen Zhe and Liu Fang asked.
Zhang Yan looked around and saw that no teacher was passing by. He quickly took out his mobile phone and put it under Wen Zheliu's eyes: "Look! Is this one of you?"
Wen Zheliu frowned and took a look. It was actually a video of them chasing Li Gui in the corridor last night!
The video is not long, only a minute and a half, but each of their faces has a clear and complete freeze-frame, including Wen Zheliu turning over and going downstairs, Du Zijun holding Scarborough Market and furiously typing at the grimace, and... There are the escape scenes of Hua Ying and Qiu Boyi, and the most shocking, the individual copy scene of Xue Wenshu... Clever editing, precise timing, and the right timing. Wen Zheliu can tell that Gamu spent a lot of time. Thoughtful.
He returned the phone to Zhang Yan without changing his expression: "How did you receive it?"
"The email is an anonymous email..." Zhang Yan lowered his voice, "I don't know who sent it. In short, everyone has a copy of this thing now... Even if you haven't seen it, you can hear others discussing it and you can see it by opening your phone. , If you don’t have a mobile phone, you’ll know just by circulating it…”
Haihe Middle School is a boarding school with high tuition fees, and the students' family environment is also quite generous, not much worse. In this era when smartphones have just begun to become popular, many people in schools have already used this expensive communication tool. It is basically impossible to expect that this email will not be disseminated due to media restrictions.
Seeing that Zheliu was silent, Zhang Yan couldn't help but ask: "So... are you really here to exorcise ghosts, like what was shown on TV, are you a mage... uh, a heavenly master, or a priest?"
Wen Zheliu raised his eyes. He neither denied nor admitted, but said half-truthfully, "You don't have to be afraid or worry. If we accept this commission, we will try our best to complete it."
Zhang Yan suddenly became excited: "Oh oh oh, commission! Are you bounty hunters? You must be, right?!"
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Wen Zheliu said dumbfounded: "If you think so, that's up to you, just don't tell anyone."
Seeing the bright eyes of the big boy in front of him, he added: "Also, thank you for telling me this. Can you send me a copy of the video? This is my email address."
"Okay, okay, no problem!" Zhang Yan said quickly, "I will send it to you when I get back! If you can really solve this ghost school, I, you..."
He hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind: "... You are the benefactor of our family! I will never forget you in my life!!"
Wen Zheliu: "..."
Wen Zheliu: "...No, it's not necessary."
After returning home, Wen Zheliu told the two of them about the matter.
Du Zijun pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache: "So, our identities have been exposed."
Xie Yuanyuan: "Even without this email, we would have attracted enough attention. We would read it out every day and in the middle of the night..."
"Although that is said," Wen Zheliu also had a headache, "being exposed in front of the whole school will greatly restrict our own actions. If we are not careful, it will be a big problem that the participation value will drop. …”
As he said that, Wen Zheliu plucked his hair impatiently: "Forget it, it's useless to talk about this now. Should we go to the library after class?"
Xie Yuanyuan replied: "We can go to the third floor separately. There are always the fewest people there, and the students will not discuss our deeds loudly in the library."
Du Zijun shrugged: "It's up to me."
After class, a few people faced the glare of the onlookers, exerted their physical strength beyond ordinary people, ran into the library separately, and went to the third floor like thieves to sit down. Here, He Qin had been waiting for them.
"It looks like there's a little more trouble today." He closed the book in his hand, and his gold-rimmed glasses made his smile look particularly gentle. "Were you blocked?"
He pulled out a chair for Wen Zheliu, and Wen Zheliu said depressedly: "Have you seen the promotional video carefully edited by Jiamu?"
He Qin's smile showed no trace of ripples: "I saw it when I went to see the age director and the teaching director. They did a good job. Everyone's playing time was pretty even. There is just one person missing, Xie Yuanyuan."
Xie Yuanyuan curled his lips and said nothing.
"It would be a big deal if he cuts Xie Yuanyuan's hair." Wen Zheliu murmured, "So, what is the attitude of the school leaders?"
He Qin pondered for a moment: "It's a very strange attitude. Although the plot of a student who has been out of school for a few months suddenly turns into an exorcist and the king returns is ridiculous, it is not difficult to make them believe it. The only thing is that they did not express welcome or express Resistance... seems to be something we can let go, but the emotion is very subtle."
"Do you think these NPCs know the inside story about altar offerings?" Wen Zheliu asked.
He Qin: "It's very possible, but I'm not sure."
Du Zijun said: "Okay, don't talk about other things, let's take a look at what we gained last night."
As he spoke, he put down a tattered notebook on the table, "I found it in the water tank last night. I don't know if I can still read it."
So Wen Zheliu also took out some of the mantras he copied last night, as well as the trash can in the other world.
"Evil," Du Zijun couldn't help but frown, looking at the basket-shaped container with a fishy color and a smell of blood, "You are really hardworking."
Wen Zheliu said helplessly: "There is no way, I haven't finished copying everything. I have to find something else. I'm just treating a dead horse like a living horse."
Xie Yuanyuan also took out part of the incantation he copied from the package and placed it on the table with Wen Zheliu's: "I also copied some, and I've finished copying them all, but I can't translate them."
He Qin shook his head, first took a pair of disposable gloves and put them on, then said to Wen Zheliu: "You mark the letters as you did before, and I'll see what's in this bucket."
With that said, he took action seriously, spread a newspaper on the table, poured the contents of the bucket onto it, and the smell of blood suddenly rose to the sky.
Fortunately, the location where they sit is very hidden, and there are tall bookshelves in front and behind to cover them. Otherwise, they will attract onlookers, and they don't know what the students living in this closed campus can do to them.
Du Zijun also put on his gloves and started rummaging through the pile of bloody things. He and He Qin first threw away useless waste such as toilet paper. The greasy and dirty blood felt even weirder through the gloves. Du Zijun's face remained unchanged as he grabbed a wad of paper and was about to throw it aside when he suddenly paused. .
"What's wrong?" He Qin asked without raising his head.
Du Zijun slowly stretched it open. Unlike soft toilet paper, the paper ball in his hand made a crisp and hard sound.
"A... abandoned diary." He said, "'They betrayed us and pushed us out to die.'"
He Qin's rummaging movement also slowed down. He carefully pinched out a second ball of paper and unfolded it.
"'We will not let them go. No one can escape. If we die here, they will be buried with us.'"