Guardian of the Goddess of Conan

And this time, Mao Lilan’s reaction was definitely not a joke, because first of all, Yun Feng could tell directly from the micro-expression that she was really scared, and secondly, Xiaolan was not the kind of girl who liked pranks, especially It's in this kind of thing.

Do ghosts and curses really exist?!how can that be?!

For the first time, Yun Feng removed this absurd idea from his mind, because in this kind of thing, he, like his wife Yun Xiaoyu and Yueshui Qitsuki and other wives, are firm materialists, not at all. I believe that there will be some ghosts and ghosts in this world. The facts have also proved this point. This is the scientific world of "Conan". In addition to his own "training system" skills, and Koizumi Hongzi's red magic divination Besides, there is no supernatural phenomenon.

Since he firmly believes that there are no mysterious and unknown supernatural phenomena, Yunfeng will start from the scientific aspect to conduct a rational and logical analysis.

After about two or three minutes...

Yun Feng looked at Xiaolan's wife who was trembling with fright in her arms, suddenly a flash of inspiration, and initially guessed a possibility...

So, while stroking Mao Lilan's back, he comforted him and asked in a very gentle tone: "My wife, when you went up the last step, was it because you were too scared and nervous? The reason is that there are many layers, that is, you counted when you stepped up with your left foot, and then counted when you stepped up with your right foot. Think about it."

"what?!"

After hearing Yunfeng's words, Mao Lilan was startled slightly, and then after thinking about it carefully, he lowered his small head in embarrassment, and he couldn't speak, the angel-like beauty The face is gradually covered with red clouds, the red is like a fresh apple about to drip out of water, people can't help but want to take a bite on it.

Obviously, Yunfeng's guess was completely correct, and even Xiaolan was ashamed of her own behavior that scared herself.

For this, Yunfeng just hugged Xiaolan tightly in his arms, bowed his head and kissed the smooth and tender beauty with affection, comforting with this kind of true love that is more silent than sound. The lovely angel in the arms, everything is silent.

Feeling the caring care of her beloved husband, Mao Lilan's heart is even more like applying honey. She just wants to lie in this spacious, warm and safe haven for the rest of her life. At the same time, she is very lucky to call her husband this time. The company is so right.

Cang Dang!!!

However, such a warm and sweet scene did not last long, and was interrupted by a banging door opening.

I saw that the door of the studio downstairs suddenly opened, and a student-like man who was about seventeen or eight years old, wearing a painter’s costume, holding a paintbrush and a color palette in his hand, came out. He was opening it. After the door, he said loudly and annoyed: "Hey! Which class is outside, why are they still yelling here after class is over, can you pay attention?"

It's just that when the boy who painted the picture looked up and saw Yunfeng and Mao Lilan on the stairs, he was stunned first, and then he quickly bent over to give a teacher-student gift, with a nervous and respectful apology in his tone. Channel:

"Yun... Teacher Yunfeng, I... I don't know that you took your classmates outside. Please forgive me for my rude behavior just now..."

"My name is Mobe Masato. I am a third-year high school student. I spend my spare time studying painting here..."

Chapter 1754 the secret under the strange story ⅱ (two)

"It turns out that it was a classmate from Motobu painting here, it doesn't matter, but classmate Maori and I bothered you."

Naturally, Yunfeng would not mind the behavior of Yasheng in the Department of Objects. After all, he and Xiaolan were the first to influence others to learn to paint. After briefly explaining that he took Xiaolan to investigate recent rumors in high school. Send the other party into the house to continue painting.

However, he also noticed that when he stated that he was investigating the rumors of the strange story with Maurilan, the eyes of Yasuo Mobu clearly flashed panic, and he did not know what this guy was worried about. Of course, Yun The wind will not be nosy.

After Mobu Yasheng returned to the studio, Mao Lilan first looked up at the dim sky outside the corridor window, and then said with a hint of surprise: "Hey, great, Teacher Yunfeng, the rain has stopped, so let's go for a while. You don’t have to borrow an umbrella to go home."

In her words, Xiaolan had already called Yunfeng a teacher with the same respect and politeness, after all, there were still people in the studio not far away.

And then, when Yunfeng was about to reply with a smile, Mao Lilan turned out to lose her voice again with a frightened expression: "Ah! Teacher Yunfeng, you...look at the playground... how can there be on the playground? What about a table, just now... it clearly didn't exist just now?!"

This time, it is probably because of Yunfeng's presence. Although Yasuo Mobu in the studio was disturbed again, he did not come out again.

He shook his head helplessly, Yun Feng could only look in the direction of Mao Lilan's fingers, but when he took a closer look, the brows on his handsome face couldn't help but raised slightly. Xiaolan's wife was right, there ......How could a desk appear out of nowhere?

Moreover, a piece of white paper with something written on it was pressed with a stone on the desk. The white paper swayed slightly with the breeze on the playground, making it difficult for Yunfeng and Mao Lilan to see what was written on it. What, it's just that Yunfeng's superhuman visual ability can be 100% sure that this table should be the one placed in the "Sighing Sports Warehouse" before.

Because you can vaguely see the words "hard work...work" in the lower right corner of the table, it should have been left by Hideaki Hosaka two years ago.

Next, Yunfeng naturally pulled Mao Lilan towards the outside playground. This time he wanted to help Xiaolan’s wife overcome her psychological fears. This is the same as when he brought her little Lolita into the night to explore Emperor Dan. Therefore, there must not be any supernatural events that cannot be explained by scientific common sense, otherwise, it will make Mao Lilan less and less courageous, and more and more afraid of ghost legends.

"Ah! Husband, this...this is the desk of Hideaki Hosaka that we saw in the'Sighing Sports Warehouse' before!"

Coming to the open space on the playground, Mao Lilan also clearly saw the inscriptions on the lower right corner of the table. This discovery was not critical, but it scared her enough. An abandoned school desk in a warehouse and an original owner should As early as two years ago, the desk that had died accidentally, unexpectedly ran to the playground so quietly, this...this is obviously a new weird story!

And the white paper font on the desk that was crushed by the stone can also be seen clearly, and it is written in black on it: My vengeance has not yet been repaid!

At this time, Yunfeng comforted Xiaolan softly while frowning and looking at the scene around the desk. In just one face-to-face time, he had discovered something even stranger. First of all, there was a short period of time. Heavy rain, the soil on the playground is very slippery, so that everyone who walks through the playground will leave obvious footprints on the playground just like when they and Xiaolan’s wife ran out just now, but now , There are only the footprints of the two of them around the desk.

Secondly, this white paper was not wet by rain, which means that this table should be placed on the playground after the rain stopped.

So here comes the question. Now the rain has just stopped. Who is it, and what method was used to transfer the desks that were supposed to be in the gymnasium warehouse to the playground in such a short time? Did not leave any footprints.

"Husband, will it be... it's Hideaki Hosaka's ghost... ghost, who moved... his desk to the playground..."

"Because...because I heard that those ghosts and ghosts are footless..."

While murmured with fear in his heart, Mao Lilan once again shrank into Yunfeng’s embrace, as if he was afraid that a ghost would suddenly emerge from the drawer of the desk. There is no trace of a single-handed karate contest. Invincible champion style.

"Don't be afraid, wife, this must be some mischief student who is playing a prank, husband, I have to pick it out today!"

After gently comforting the angel in his arms for a while, Yun Feng continued to speak: "Come on, wife, let's move this desk back to the gymnasium warehouse together. I think that person's purpose must be to borrow This causes panic, but it can't be allowed to succeed."

"okay……"

After hearing Yunfeng's words, Mao Lilan nodded obediently, and the fear in her heart gradually disappeared. She believed in her husband's words, and since it was a man-made prank, she would not be afraid I can’t help but feel annoyed secretly in my heart. If you really catch the prankster secretly in a while, you must hand it over to Tsukamoto-senpai...

I actually made myself ashamed in front of my beloved husband today, so I must let Tsukamoto-senpai use karate to teach this guy a good meal!

"what……!!!"

However, just when Yunfeng and Mao Lilan moved the table on the playground back to the gym warehouse again.

In the direction of the studio on the sixth floor of the teaching building, suddenly a frightened man shouted, which should belong to Yasor Mobu...

Seeing Xiao Lan, who had just calmed down, was strained by this panic cry again, Yun Feng was really speechless. It seems that Didan Academy is really a place of super right and wrong. Life after class is so colorful...

Of course, this colorful must be quoted.

Chapter 1755 The Secret Under The Ghost Story ⅱ (3)

When Yunfeng and Mao Lilan rushed to the studio on the sixth floor of the teaching building, he saw the paintbrush and palette all dropped to the ground, and Mobu Yaxor was staring at his hands blankly with a frightened look. Frozen, and at the same time murmured in a loss of tone: "Look... It seems that Hideaki Hosaka is really impatient! It seems that the recent supernatural incident in high school is really the ghost of Hideaki Hosaka!"

As the words fell, Mobu Masaru held his head with both hands, revealing a very self-blame and regretful look.

Seeing this scene, Moriran couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Um, Senior Hosaka, do you also know Hideaki Hosaka?"

After seeing Yunfeng and Mao Lilan, the panic and self-blame of Mobu Yasheng gradually subsided. While bending down to pick up the paintbrush and palette that had fallen on the ground, he nodded and replied: "I Of course we know him. We were all members of the art club, and... and before his accident two years ago, we were both students in the same group."

Seeing this, Yunfeng only frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. Based on the analysis of micro-expression and psychological skills, the art student named Axor Crop Department should be directly related to the death of Hideaki Hosaka two years ago. Or indirect relationship.

"Teacher Yunfeng, classmate Maoli..."

"In order to prepare for the campus painting exhibition in a few days, I... will continue to catch up with paintings here, you... can you make it convenient?"

Immediately afterwards, Mobe Yasheng pointed to the drawing board in front of him and apologized. It was obvious that he was euphemistically asking them not to disturb.

"Then keep working hard, classmate of Motobu."

In response to this, Yunfeng just smiled and nodded, and turned around and left the studio with Mao Lilan, still saying nothing more.