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Chapter 114 A new supernatural event is happening (13)

In the middle school teaching building in the morning, of course there will be many students.

However, the approaching class time will restrict them to the classroom, and also allow the black-haired horse girl who doesn't like to be surrounded by crowds to "work" normally.

Destroy the haunted rumors - this is tailor-made for the top students of the spiritual system.

It's just that, to 'break' this premise, it has to be true that it never happened.

"There are...spiritual traces of spiritual body activity."

Manchester City Teahouse with a low voice, staring at the scene in the corridor, his dark golden eyes surrounded by a dazzling brilliance.

Anyone who sees her appearance at this moment will feel a sense of 'weird' inhumanity, and the hazy temperament that clearly stands here but seems to be gone with the wind at any time also makes her look like a ghost at the moment.

When high-achieving students of Spiritualism communicate with their souls, they will inevitably bring some characteristics of the soul. This relatively common sense of grotesqueness is also one of the manifestations of this department.

But this is not a problem for the well-informed head Lidong.

All she cared about was the meaning of what the other person said.

"That is to say, there have been ghosts?"

Although there is little research on the soul, the concept of "spirit" can be regarded as a common-sense term in enlightenment books.

The basic concept that constitutes the soul, its traces are like the fingerprints left by prisoners to the soul.

But after she asked this question, she heard a somewhat uncertain response from the spirit school girl: "I... have to confirm again..."

"Okay." Liao Zhang nodded.

Manchester Teahouse is a student of Meipuliao, and the head of Lidongliao, Fuji Qishi, is not familiar with him, but she listened to Ling Amazon's swearing when recommending him, and she was willing to trust her colleagues, so she was patient.

But that's really nothing to be sure of.

For students of spiritualism, distinguishing the distribution of strange spirits in the air is the foundation of the foundation.Manchester Teahouse can be sure that there has been a spirit activity here recently, but when she began to identify the trajectory of the spirit in more detail, trying to reproduce the scene at that time...

——She discovered that the spirit seed trace was actually very familiar.

It was so familiar that she subconsciously glanced at her side.

— there was nothing there.

But it's also reasonable.

Whoever the 'friend' wants to see herself can see her, but if she doesn't intend to show up, even the cafe itself can't detect her existence.

For this 'friend' who appeared next to him in the first spirit séance in his life, Manchester City Tea House still didn't know much about it.

I just know that she is very kind to me, cares about me, and looks a lot like me.

But there is a saying in the professional knowledge she has learned in class, that is: the image of the spirit summoned by the ceremony will change within a certain range according to the type of spirit.

Assuming that the summoned ones are only low-level wild spirits wandering above the spirit land, the spirits of this level are just remnants of emotion and will, which are assembled into spirit bodies by the magic power of the spirit land.

Having no personality of its own, its image is either imitated or reproduced.

The ritual itself will give them abilities that lower spirits should not have, but it will not improve their intelligence, let alone clarify their fragmented consciousness.

'Friends' definitely do not belong to lower spirits.

She should be more superior, similar to the existence of 'evil spirits, elves, heroic spirits and even gods'.

It is not surprising that such an existence has a highly consistent appearance with the Ritual Builder.

Therefore, Manchester City Teahouse didn't care about the high similarity between the opponent's appearance and their own.

For her, a 'friend' is a friend, her best 'friend', who can share all stories and moods, chat with herself, comfort herself, and protect her friends.

But 'friends' occasionally disappear to do something she doesn't know.

In those times, it will be like it is now.

She used the method of communicating with the spirit body and tried to ask her "friend" what she thought, but found that there was no feedback that the catalyst connection should have.

'Friends'...not here.

"Student from the Tea House? Classmate from the Tea House? Are you okay from the Tea House?"

During the opening ceremony of the tea house in Manchester, from the perspective of others, it seemed that she was in a daze. After waiting for a while, Fuji Kistler couldn't help but wake her up.

When the latter came back to look at herself, she asked, "Is there any result? Is the ghost there?"

Although he doesn't care much about ghosts, the head of the office still wants to solve this rumor that can easily affect the students' psychology.

"No... just some remnants of the past," Manchester City Cafe shook her head. As long as she kept calm in lying, she would be surprisingly convincing. "Maybe I need to look elsewhere."

"okay."
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At the same time, in the empty classroom on the third floor of the high school teaching building, Omer, who was supposed to be resting, heard the conversation in the corridor with his keen hearing.

"That's the man from the cafe in Manchester, right? I've seen it in the corridor of the junior high school before, and it's amazing that I can catch up with my full speed!"

"Manchester City Cafe? I always feel that it's different there..."

"It's quite strange. When I greeted her, she just nodded with a smile. Although the teahouse student didn't talk much, he didn't go to this point, did he?"

"Maybe it's because she drank some kind of medicine from Erythyon that it's hard to talk. I heard that Miura Bourbon was made like that by Erythyon."

"What kind of rumors is this? It's been like this before Miura Bourbon was clear, right?"

The girl who seemed to have contact with Bourbon slightly refuted the rumors, and then created new rumors: "But the medicine that cannot be said is indeed possible. I heard that Erythyon will also find inspiration from legends."

"Haha, mermaid story? Are you saying, okay, class is really about to start, we have to go faster!"

The sound moved from near to far along with the footsteps, which allowed Omer to further confirm that Treisen's teaching building did not pursue sound insulation.

I also don't know how the most sensitive hearing of Yima ladies can concentrate.

Probably the self-regulation ability is really good. Omer remembers that he did mention this in the interview in the magazine, just like he himself knows how to adjust his hearing freely. He can listen to all directions when he needs it, and try his best when he doesn’t need it. Passivate some.

Save yourself from being debilitated by the noise when you hit the discount supermarket with a group of people.

But even if he normally chooses to be more passive, he can still hear footsteps approaching at this moment.

The shoes are the same as Treisen's school uniform. Judging from the stride length, it should be a girl of about 1.5 meters, and her weight is about [-]. Omer thought of the words of the girls just now, and heard the knock on the door with a little relaxation.

"Student at the teahouse? Please come in."

Raising his head slightly from the recliner, Omer looked at the black-haired girl who pushed the door in. The smile on his face suddenly turned into surprise, and his eyes that were beginning to be stained with blood were slightly narrowed.

"You still have such a side?"

The girl who turned back to close the classroom door after entering the classroom, no matter from the front or the back, looks like Manchester City Tea House——The premise is that you don’t pay attention to the more cheerful expression of the other party, and pay attention to her look compared to Manchester City Tea House. Instead of a slower pace, the closing movement of the door was faster, and the way the other party looked at me when they turned around.

The scrutinizing eyes that became serious were hard to appear in the eyes of the well-behaved but somewhat dull Manchester City Teahouse, but he could think of another existence that he only came into contact with last night.

Quiet Sunday.

At this moment, her figure has grown a little, and the pure black hair on her forehead has also begun to show white marks, which is consistent with yesterday's image.

Even the slightly unkind tone was the same.

"Aren't you too? Lying here sickly, you don't even have the ability to enter the door?"

　Wori, under the severe epidemic situation in Chengdu, a [-]-person marathon was held... It’s ok, the author is not in a hurry to move, and I will push it for a month, otherwise it will be inconvenient to go out.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)