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Chapter 62 Professor Charlie
  The next day, Zhu Mingyao squeezed out of the bus carrying several large plastic bags and a bulging backpack, and followed the sparse students into the university he had not seen for many days.

Southern Golden State University is one of the few walled universities in the federation. The brown-red cement wall tiles and pointed metal fences tightly protect the entire main campus. This is because complex cases frequently occur in the surrounding neighborhoods. Several things happened, which made the school very unhappy.

Therefore, for the sake of the safety of teachers and students in the school, every entrance and exit is guarded day and night. Although the school is nominally open to the public during the day, if your behavior is really suspicious, you will inevitably be questioned by the guards when you enter and exit.

However, the young man who has been an auditor for nearly a year is already familiar with this. He has hung his student ID around his neck early, and coupled with his extremely serious Asian good student dress, even if he is With his hands full of large and small bags, no security guard came up to check.

It was already early March, and the wisteria covering the red brick walls had sprouted new green buds, trembling slightly in the spring breeze.

Zhu Mingyao bypassed several flowerbeds and lawns and followed the path straight into the deep corner of the campus, where a lonely two-story old teaching building stood.

Looking through the window, he saw that the classes in the large classroom on the first floor had not yet ended. Zhu Mingyao found a bench in the corridor, placed his large and small bags on it, and sat down on it.

I accidentally bought too many gifts. Although the weight is nothing to a young man who has already entered the extraordinary world, it is still a bit troublesome to hold such a large volume and quantity. This Nanjing University is not Hogwart. Now, Zhu Mingyao wouldn't be able to use a floating spell or something like that in public to carry him away.

"Supernatural powers such as the Universe in the Sleeve can only be used by practitioners at least at the level of real people. Space magic weapons are too precious and are priceless in the market. What if I get some trophies when I go out in the future, but find that I can't pretend to take them away? , You can't just drive a big eight-wheel truck out to slay demons..." Looking at the pile of things he bought, the young man's mind couldn't help but wander.

After waiting for a while, with a few crisp bells, the class in the classroom ended. A dozen young men and women of different skin colors walked out surrounded by a short, fat little old man wearing a dark blue coat.

"Oh, Mr. Milhaud! Why are you here?" The little old man saw Zhu Mingyao sitting on the bench and called out kindly with a bit of surprise.

"I heard from Clay that you inherited your family's shop, and I thought you wouldn't come here again."

Zhu Mingyao shrugged and made a naughty look:
  "Dear Professor Charlie, even if I have to leave, as your student, even if I am just an auditor, I must at least say goodbye to you formally and thank you for your care this year."

"Besides, I remember I promised you to try authentic oriental handmade snacks, not the so-called improved products that cater to stereotypes." He winked and lifted a plastic bag.

"It's really embarrassing, remember." The short, fat little old man, Charlie Dalton, the professor of mysterious folklore at Nanjing University, happily took the bag.

"There are also some from my classmates. Everyone has a share." There were only a few students majoring in mystical folklore, so Zhu Mingyao simply prepared one for each person when purchasing.

You must know that among those who choose this extremely niche major, except for a few who really love it and prepare to do research in the future, the rest are mostly children of wealthy families with low inheritance rights, who come to get gold-plated diplomas and leave a good impression on others. , maybe it will be used at some point.

"Thank you, Milo."

"Thank you for the gift." "Oh, don't you plan to continue coming to listen to the lecture? What a pity."

As the youngest classmate here, Zhu Mingyao was quite popular. After saying goodbye to everyone one by one, he followed Charlie Dalton to the office at his signal.

"As for the incident between Clay and his fiancée, I have to solemnly express my gratitude to you for your selfless help. Otherwise, Clay would probably lose his lover, and I would probably lose my nephew..."

After politely asking the young man to sit down, Professor Charlie gave him a cup of coffee and said gratefully.

"If I hadn't listened to their vivid descriptions, I wouldn't have known that you were such a powerful exorcist. Although I also know a few psychics and occultists due to the direction of my research, they are at best just Being able to communicate with the souls of the deceased or perform some insignificant rituals is far less, uh, [professional] than you."

"Professor Charlie, you are too polite. As an exorcist who believes in Taoism, our sect also upholds the concept of [immortality and noble life]. When I encounter innocent lives that are threatened by evil forces, I naturally cannot sit idly by and ignore them. , not to mention that they are actually your relatives, so they need help even more." Zhu Mingyao sat on the chair, straightened his back, and replied politely.

"As for your praise, I don't dare to take it seriously. In the majestic and far-reaching mysterious palace, I am just a little beginner. I can help just because I happen to be better at exorcism. In other aspects, I may not be better than you. The acquaintances are stronger.”

Charlie Dalton chuckled and said: "It's your Eastern humility again. Clay also asked me for help in finding well-known occult experts near Los Angeles, but the people I knew were not led by people from the government. I left, I just left Luo City inexplicably..."

That's because the Special Investigation Bureau was attacked on Christmas night. During this period, the authorities conducted a large-scale sweep of the supernatural circles in Los Angeles and even the Golden State. Everyone with shit on their butts was arrested, and those who were clean were not included. He was willing to cause trouble and temporarily ran away to hide from the limelight. Ordinary extraordinary people did not dare to show their faces for a while. Zhu Mingyao replied secretly in his heart.

Higher-end extraordinary people, such as the board elders of Hualian and the bishops of the Holy Catholic Church, will naturally remain in the local area, but those people are obviously not accessible to people of Charlie Dalton's level.

Regardless of the fact that he is a professor at a prestigious university, in the federal society, he is actually considered to be middle class at most. Being able to know some fringe figures in the circle of extraordinary people has already benefited from the profession of professor of occult science.

Professor Charlie's situation is also a normal phenomenon in federal society. In this country, truly capable masters either learn literary and martial arts, sell them to the emperor's family, and officially join the official ranks, or they hang out among the wealthy and famous, and ordinary people It is rarely accessible in daily life.

For example, Elder Singer, whom Zhu Mingyao met last time, was quite amiable and approachable. But in daily life, even if a state legislator wanted to see him, he had to make an appointment two days in advance. Ordinary people who wanted to see him, at least Have to wait a month or two.

"By the way, I don't know how Miss Christine is doing. I ran into some urgent matters after I separated from them last time, and I haven't contacted them during this time."

Professor Charlie clapped his chubby little hand and said, "Look, after talking for so long, I forgot to notify Clay that you are here. I should ask this kid to thank you properly."

He looked at his watch, dialed the phone on the table, and said: "He has no classes today. He should be at Professor Maro's place in the Department of Psychology at this hour, helping to sort out some information. I will treat you at noon, and the three of us will go Have a good meal!”

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