Hunting College

Today is Wednesday.

The time now is 12:20 noon.

Although the time is right for meals, not everyone eats on time.

Most of the time, on the small square in front of the Bishop's Building of Jiuyou Academy, there will always be some students stranded because of one reason or another.

Today, there is not a single figure in the clean square.

The hot light poured down from the top of the head and fell on the bare marble floor.

The ferns with wide branches and leaves around the square curled up and tried their best to resist the increasingly violent sun. There was no one on the wooden benches under the shadow of these plants, and even the school workers who took advantage of the sun to spray water to cool the tree sperm were missing.

Although the freshmen felt uneasy in their hearts, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to walk towards the backyard of the university.

In any case, this choice is better than just staying in place.

It was not until a few people approached Linzhong Lake that they finally discovered a new figure.

To be precise, it was the school worker in a gray robe who took the initiative to reveal his figure and stopped in front of a few young wizards—Zheng Qing did not notice where this gentleman was standing just now, as if he suddenly appeared out of the air. Came out.

"Students?" The gray-robed school worker looked at a few young wizards with a stern expression, his eyes swept across their necklines and cuffs, and emphasized: "Freshman? What are you doing here by the lake!"

He held the school staff's iconic patrol rod tightly in his hand, and his expression was wary.

"We just finished class and are planning to go back to the dormitory." Duan Xiaojian replied impatiently.

"Where did the people in school go?" Zhang Jixin then asked everyone the most concerned questions.

"Yes, it's weird... I walked out of the bishop's building and no one saw it." Fatty Xin wiped his forehead, breathing a little shortly: "Oh, sorry, I mean, except for you, No one saw it."

"Did something happen to Linzhong Lake?" Xiao Xiao poked his head, looking over the gray-robed school worker in front of him, looking into the depths of the lake.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but follow his gaze.

The sparkling water of Linzhong Lake is no different from the past.

If you must find something unusual, it is the atmosphere.

On weekdays, although the area around the lake is not bustling, there are always people coming and going, which is quite popular.

And now, far away, Zheng Qing could smell a breath of deathly silence.

Those big red birds that love to dance on the lake surface disappeared without a trace; the tree sperms who often hung among the branches did not know where they were hiding; not to mention the students who used to sit on the lakeside tables and chairs to read, even the shadows Did not stay.

Zheng Qing dared to use the oily black donkey hoof in his arms to bet that the water ghosts and fish people in the lake must have hidden deep in the bottom of the lake long ago.

Otherwise, the lake should have inexplicable ripples that they bring out when they swim in the water.

"It's so strange," the young public-sponsored student finally found that the seriousness of the matter was beyond imagination, feeling a little dry.

He put his hand into the gray cloth bag, intending to moisten his throat with a bottle of water.

"Don't move!" The gray-robed wizard suddenly shouted, "All of you, stand still and don't move!"

Zheng Qing was frightened, and the hand he put into the gray cloth bag suddenly froze there.

The others were also frightened by the nervous performance of the gray-robed school workers, and they all froze in place.

"All of you, stand where you are!" The gray-robed school worker repeated the order, and at the same time he slammed the stick in his hand on the ground.

An invisible wave centered on the point where the stick's foot landed, spreading around.

The fine dust fluttered along the way, flying all over the sky, like clusters of shattered sunlight, which was especially clear in the field of vision.

The dust was uncertain, and before a few young wizards could react, a series of slight blasting sounds sounded around.

"Puff puff!"

Five or six figures in black robes appeared around several students in the blink of an eye.

They wore hoods on their heads, and they held the books in their hands. The colorful brilliance overflowed on them, exuding a disturbing atmosphere.

This scene seems familiar.

Zheng Qing couldn't help taking a step back.

"Who sent the alarm!" A black-robed wizard appeared more and more, lifting his hood, revealing a tired face.

It's Thomas.

"Zheng Qing? What are you doing here?" He almost immediately found the familiar figure among the young wizards, and said in amazement: "The students are all staying in the first hall...Have you not been notified?"

"These freshmen appeared by the lake, because their appearance was suspicious, so I stopped them." The gray robe school worker echoed by the side.

You are suspicious!

Your whole family is acting suspiciously!

Zheng Qing murmured silently in his heart, but did not show any disrespect in his mouth:

"We just came out of the bishop's building," he explained: "After class, because of some special arrangements..."

As he said, several young wizards glanced at Xiao with a smile.

Xiao Xiao lowered his head, held the notebook, and said nothing.

"...So, a few of us stayed in the classroom for a few more minutes." After that, Zheng Qing paused and added: "Our class is a history class. Mr. Sima Yangyun's class... did not receive it. What notice~www.ltnovel.com~ There has been no one since I came out of the classroom," Zhang Jixin complained loudly: "I was scared by those ghosts in the building for a long time... Those ghosts are not particular about it. Can we complain? they?"

"No." Thomas gave a clear answer very decisively.

"If you disturb the dead living in the building, you will receive a warning from the school work committee." The gray-robed school worker interrupted beside him: "This warning will be recorded in your student files."

The grumpy red-faced wizard cursed in a whispered, irritating voice.

"A group of big living people cares about the dead," Thomas stopped the impulsive performance of the young wizard, pondered for a moment, and turned to look at the gray-robed school worker: "Leave it to us here, you can continue to investigate."

The gray-robed school worker bowed slightly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Qing still did not discover how he disappeared.

Thomas turned his head and looked at the young wizards, seeming to be weighing what to do with them.

"Can we move?" Zheng Qinggan smiled, raised his arm and shook it.

His hand was still tucked in a gray cloth bag, as if wearing a ridiculous glove.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous." Thomas shook his head slightly and laughed aloud: "Although the situation is more serious, it hasn't reached the point of rumbling... even the first-grade little wizards must be on guard."

"What happened?" Zheng Qing pulled his hand out of the gray cloth bag and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Several other young people also raised their ears, obviously very curious about this matter.

"It's nothing too serious," Thomas said lightly, "It's just that the 300-year-old tortoise by the lake has turned into a corpse...like the kappa that night."

Zheng Qing's eyes widened suddenly.

The others gasped.