True and False Daughters Joined Forces [Metaphysics]

The next day, Qin Jian came back from vacation.

I haven't come to school for two days, and after I come back, I will chat with everyone, and the topic is still very targeted.

Talking to the boys about basketball, football and figurines, chatting with the girls about the new desserts and milk tea from a certain family, and killing both men and women, it seems that there is no day where Qin Jian can't talk.

Su Yunshao admired it very much, and asked in the group: [He was like this before? 】

Lei Chuman: [There used to be only Mondays. 】

Zhao Qinghua: [This time, it was probably the weekend and the injury that took too long to rest, so I couldn't hold back. 】

Bai Xingchen: [One chat. 】

Qin Jian's chattering level is a bit fierce today. She chatted for the whole morning of self-study, and did not miss ten minutes between classes. During class time, she devoted herself to chatting with people.

A few people who saw it began to wonder how much he had to talk about, and how long he would talk about it.

It wasn't until the lunch break, when the group went to the dining room box for lunch, Qin Jian finally said the reason for his abnormal morning: "I have inquired, Xu Dun's high school does charge protection fees."

Lei Chuman didn't expect Qin Jian to inquire about this after a busy morning, and was so surprised.

"Shouldn't this kind of thing be asked at Xu Dun's high school?" It was the same as when they went to the Academy of Fine Arts to inquire about Gaijie last time.

Qin Jian rolled his eyes: "are you stupid?"

Lei Chuman glared in dissatisfaction, and Bai Xingchen explained to her: "Unless you don't want to study in that high school, or you have certain strength and support, and you don't worry about being harassed by the protection fee collectors, it's unlikely that such a thing will be treated as such. speak out."

Su Yunshao also said: "Different from gossip, protection fees are a sensitive topic. If there are hidden secrets in it, we can easily go over and inquire about it, but we can't find the truth behind it."

Qin Jian summed up the information received from various parties in the morning.

To put it simply: Xu Dun's high school has three-way forces.

On the one hand, they focus on studying at the top of the grade, regardless of other school bullies; on the other hand, they gather together to eat, drink, and have fun.

"The one who collects the protection fee must be the school bully party. What kind of food, drink and entertainment don't need money?" Lei Chuman was very determined.

Qin Jian was delighted, "Hey, let's get people based on their grades, right?"

The young man shook his finger with a mysterious expression on his face. After everyone looked at him, the final answer was announced: "All three parties will accept it!"

Zhao Qinghua was taken aback: "Is it so dark?"

Lei Chuman frowned: "It's normal to collect protection fees, but if all the students in the school participate, it will be troublesome."

Bai Xingchen's focus is different: "Why did the three parties accept it?"

Su Yunshao's focus is even more different: "Do teachers and parents know?"

"The trouble is here!" Qin Jian pulled three bowls over and put on a three-legged posture, "Not only does he know, but he is also very supportive."

Four people: ? ? ?

What kind of weird teacher and parent is this?

"The more specific situation, that kid Xu Dun refused to disclose, so he had to ask me to give him a safety talisman." Qin Jian patted his pocket, "I have prepared the talisman, I will find him after school, will you go? "

Lei Chuman rolled his eyes back from the one he had just received: "Wouldn't your conscience hurt if you ask others if you're halfway through the story?"

"How can Xiaoxian Nan have such a conscience?" Qin Jian snorted twice, quite rude to Lei Chuman, and turned to look at Su Yunshao again, smiling a little to please.

"Yun Shao, do you think there will be ghosts in here?"

Lei Chuman wanted to scold Qin Jian for treating her differently, but when she heard this, she knew what Qin Jian was thinking.

"I think it is still very possible. If there are no special circumstances where protection fees have to be charged, even if parents support privately, the school will rectify the bad atmosphere in the school."

Zhao Qinghua was confused: "What is the relationship between Specter and the protection fee?"

Bai Xingchen: "The currency used by ghosts and the currency used by people should be different, right?"

Su Yunshao gave an "um", "Ghosts use ghost coins, but not all paper money and ingots that can be bought in incense candle shops are ghost coins, and there is also the issue of real and fake ghost coins."

Qin Jian was stunned: "Ming coins are also true and false?"

Zhao Qinghua: "Will the King of Hell not arrest those who sell fake coins?"

Lei Chuman: "The King of Hell can't control the living, right?"

Bai Xingchen: "The massive inflow of counterfeit coins will disrupt the market economic order of the underworld, and it must be rectified."

"The responsibilities of the King of Hell are limited to the realm of the underworld, and the world is not under his control, so these guilts will wait until the person who sold the fake underworld coins dies and then go to the underworld to settle them one by one. The more they sell, the heavier the guilt."

The relationship between the little friends and the ghosts is getting deeper and deeper. When it comes to the underworld and the guilt, Su Yunshao said a few more words, "There are big and small hells in the underworld. There are eighteen levels of small hells below."

This statement that went against common sense shocked the four of them.

Qin Jian: "My grandma, shouldn't there be 324 little hells in total?"

Lei Chuman: "It's not particularly surprising when you think about it. In the past, there were few people and eighteen levels of **** were enough. Now the population is skyrocketing, and there are more and more ghosts committing crimes. Can't we increase the prison area?"

Zhao Qinghua: "Listening to what you said, it's quite reasonable. Maybe there will be more hells at some point."

It is obviously a very strange ghost event, which has been made a little scientific by the cruel reality.

Bai Xingchen, an identified atheist, thinks that Hell is difficult, and so on... "Yun Shao, how many Hells are there in the underworld?"

There are many legends in China, some say that there is only one Hades in the underworld, and some say that there are ten kings of **** in the underworld.

But with the development of the times, maybe there is a king of **** guarding the eighteenth hell, and it has become eighteen?

This, Su Yunshao really doesn't know.

"I'm just a small Heavenly Master in the world, and I've only seen one Hell King." That's all, I only saw it when I took the initiative to catch up with the huge debt to collect the debt.

It's a pity that she lost a lot of memory for unknown reasons, and she has no memory of the debt.

If it weren't for the many causal threads entwined between her and the King of Hell, she really wouldn't believe that she had ever done such a **** thing.

"Yun Shao?"

"What's wrong?" Su Yunshao recovered.

"What does King Yan look like, is he majestic? Is he domineering?" Lei Chuman's eyes shone brightly, and the characteristics of Yangou and gossip suddenly overshadowed his fear of King Yan.

Zhao Qinghua argued with reason: "After all, he is the master who has been in charge of the underworld for thousands of years. He must be more majestic and imposing than the ancient emperors. Maybe it is the same as what is written in many immortal novels. I like to cover my face so that no one else can see it."

Qin Jian: "…"

Bai Xingchen: "…"

That's the King of Hell who is in charge of life and death, can't you two focus on things other than looks?

When they asked this question, Su Yunshao naturally recalled, trying to find a suitable language to describe the appearance and momentum of the King of Hell, but in the end... nothing.

The harder she tried to think about Yama's face, the more blurred that face became in her memory.

Not to mention the memory, Su Yunshao's memory is still quite good, and he will not forget the amazing people who appear on the stage into a mosaic.

Unless... he himself doesn't want to be remembered.

Are you so stingy? ? ?

"It's very beautiful." Su Yunshao couldn't recall the face of the King of Hell, but he didn't forget the general attire and appearance that night, "There is a sense of surprise of the son under the moon."

On that day, she hesitated whether to go back with them because of the arrival of Su's mother and Su's mother. She couldn't sleep because of something in her heart, so she admired the moon on the reclining chair under the big peach tree.

He walked out of the peach tree wearing a black robe embroidered with other shore flowers.

Like a peach blossom demon.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkled on his side face and robe, and the gorgeous red other side flowers on the hem seemed to come to life, beckoning to Su Yunshao cheerfully.

At that moment, she seemed to see the sea of ​​flowers on the other side blooming in the wind by the Wangchuan River, which seemed like a dream.

Su Yunshao was still immersed in such magical embroidery skills, when he heard the man say with a dark face: "This king has finally found you! It's a ghost!"

Due to the unparalleled level of unparalleled scenery in that sentence, at this moment, Su Yunshao had to add: "Young Master Yuexia is unparalleled in the world, provided that he does not speak."

Four people: "..." kinda rhymes?

After school in the afternoon, the five of them were not in a hurry to eat and took a taxi to Xu Dun's high school.

Qin Jian called Xu Dun out on the phone, and the six of them found a restaurant near the school and ordered a box to eat while talking.

After receiving the Peace Talisman, Xu Dun felt that his safety was guaranteed, and he felt a lot more at ease.

But before he said it, he still warned repeatedly: "This matter came out of my mouth, you left ears and right ears, don't tell anyone else!"

Qin Jian couldn't bear to urge: "Okay, don't babble, hurry up!"

Xu Dun still looked worried. Seeing this, Su Yunshao took out a mute note from his bag and threw it behind the door of the box, "Don't worry, no one else can hear it."

Xu Dunle ran to the door of the box, stuck in the middle of the door, and miraculously found that he could hear the sound inside the box, but couldn't hear what was being said on the outside of the box.

He put down one hundred and twenty hearts, closed the door, came back, and started talking.

"Have you heard of the three suicide cases in our high school three years ago?"

"Um???"

Three years ago, Qin Jian and the others were still in their second year of junior high school, and the high school they were about to attend had also been decided early, so they didn't know anything about other schools.

Not to mention Su Yunshao, she came to this world more than a month ago, and only came to City B a week ago.

Seeing that the five of them knew nothing, Xu Dun's desire to speak immediately started.

"Our school's teachers are ranked among the top in the entire B city. Every year, the school can produce several university tyrants who are admitted to Qingbei. Three years ago..."

Three years seems to be a big cycle, and every three years there will be many outstanding students.

That year, there were especially many outstanding students, but the school's recommended quota for Qingbei was fixed.

The college entrance examination, which is only once in a lifetime, is likely to perform abnormally due to various reasons such as physical and psychological. Having a recommended quota is equivalent to having an insurance policy.

The academic tyrants were almost battling for the few places.

As a result, on the day when the number of recommended places was confirmed and announced, the top student who took the first and second grades all year round fell from the building.

In broad daylight, just between classes, he fell from the roof of the laboratory building.

The name of the deceased is on the walking list.

"What's even more terrifying is..." Xu Dun shuddered, "There are three places in the school, and after that, the other two died, in the same place, in the same way."