Here Lies The Wicked

The old college that Fang is looking for,

It's the Humanities Institute.

This teacher's college in Municipality is centuries-old, so some infrastructures are slowly failing to keep pace with the new educational model of the information age.

As a result, the Normal University has re-established a new Humanities Academy.

The old Humanities Institute, on the other hand, intends to go out independently and become an adult university under the name of Normal University.

This is where the dark excitement of knowing inside news comes in.

Turns out the old Humanities Academy was expropriated by Special Operations...

However, when he was coming to the old Humanities Academy, he discovered that outsiders could not enter it at all.

The old Humanities Academy had long been blockaded and even security personnel were on duty.

These security personnel are rigid and distinguished from ordinary security guards, and at first glance they can see that they have a strong military character.

And there's a warning sign at the door, it's not open to the public!

“There's something wrong here!” Fang is moving his head.

Fang pretends to be a regular tourist, like everyone else, first stood in front of the warning sign to watch, then went to the old Humanities Academy for curiosity, and finally disappointed to leave.

No attention has been drawn to it.

However, leaving the old Humanities Academy is still wandering around in other nearby colleges, but nothing has been gained. He had also moved the idea of lurking in, and with his hands after practicing martial arts, lurking in was still easy.

But this impractical idea was quickly dispelled.

Unless he wants to die, he wants to lurk into a special operations battalion like the clouds.

After watching every minute and second pass, staying here will delay the opening of the meditation store, leaving the Normal University with reluctance.

Noble University won't run away anyway.

There's always a chance.

First, head back to the neighborhood, pick up the little skeleton, then take the developed bus system and head straight to the meditation shop without delay.

When we arrived at the Underworld Shop, we caught up with the last sunset and disappeared at the end of the horizon.

At the same time, the left thousand households next door are open on time.

In accordance with past practice, when Left Thousand Households opened their doors, they came to the underworld store to cross the door. Seems like a day off and a little lonely.

As soon as Left Thousand Households entered the underworld store, they saw the little skeleton holding the tablet and watching the domestic animation.

Tsk, more and more aligned with the human world.

At this time, SHEN Wenle's body happened to come out of the back of the house, and when he saw the left thousand households, he said, “Brother Zuo. ”

Left thousand households: “Brother Zhiqiu. ”

They chatted randomly and left thousand families returned to the next store.

Fang thought it would be another calm night, but the night grew thicker at 9 o'clock, a sudden explosion, the moment stirred the calm down the night.

Fang Zheng was shocked and rushed out of the underworld store.

And then the little skeleton followed him.

At this time, Left Thousand Households had appeared in the street one step ahead of the other, looking up at the direction of the explosion, only to see the fire and the fire and bear burn.

Shortly afterwards, there was a thundering siren from the fire truck, sweeping from all sides to the direction of the explosion.

The frontal color is thick.

The explosion is somewhat of a fire, but the direction of the fire does not appear to be a suburban industrial park, essentially excluding the possibility of a chemical plant explosion, a garment factory explosion, or a rubber factory explosion. Can't think of anything else in the city to light such a big flame?

Fang Zheng: “Brother Left, look at the fire. I just hope there are no casualties. ”

“I don't know what kind of flammable material it is that triggers such a big explosion and can ignite such a high fire. ”

“We should see the news tomorrow.” Left thousand households looked at it again for a while, then went back to the store.

Square gazed at some thought, and watched for another 20 minutes or so. When he saw the fire gradually diminished, Square also returned to the underworld store.

Tonight seems doomed to be a sleepless night.

As soon as Fang returned to the underworld store, his smartphone vibrated, and he was surprised. The call showed Zhang as the butcher.

“You contacted me a few days ago?” Zhang Butcher's voice is still so faint.

Nor does it explain why these days have been disconnected.

However, Fang noticed a slight abnormality from Zhang's voice… seems that Zhang is exhausted at this moment?

So Fang Zheng roughly spoke about Shen Wenle, psychic divination, nightmare killing.

The body of Shen Wenle was temporarily stored in the underworld store.

“Wait a few minutes, I'll go find Mr. Fook.” The butcher Zhang is still so shameless, there is no excess nonsense.

Instead of hanging up the phone, wait quietly.

One minute, two minutes… There are some subtle noises coming out of the handset, it seems that Zhang Butcher is walking in a pile of crushed stones or sand, then he can hear the roaring wind whistle, he is holding his breath, it seems that there are still people, but because of the distance, coupled with the wind whistle, he did not hear exactly what was said.

“Tell me again in detail.” Around five minutes after touching the phone, Mr. Fook heard a slightly tired voice.

Mr. Zhang and Mr. Fu seem tired?

For a long time, Mr. Fu and Mr. Zhang have been somewhat unpredictable in Fang Zheng Zheng Zheng's heart. Is it very difficult to make Mr. Fu and Mr. Zhang so tired at the same time?

Fang pressed down his doubts and began to tell details about the recent situation of the underworld store.

Because it was more detailed this time, Mr. Fook was silent for about 10 minutes and did not interrupt the square.

“Want to learn to walk around? ”

When Fang was finishing the story, Mr. Fu's voice was calm, still like that dead face.

It didn't come back.

"If you want to learn to walk around the shadows, there are nine crates on the second floor, you open the first crate closest to the door and take out the chandelier, the chandelier you saw last time. ”

Wait a minute!

I don't seem to have promised to be the Night's Watch?

“Mr. Fook, I…” Fang was going to explain, but Mr. Fook was still going down.

“If you plan on walking away this time, being super proud of the dead, guarding the night for the living, you can ask the owner of the next door store for a wooden carving and a jade card at the jade store across the street. ”

Next, Mr. Fook began to talk about the process, taboos, and detailed methods.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the call ended.

At this time, his eyebrows were twisted, and he didn't know if Mr. Fu suddenly taught him to walk away. Does it mean anything else?

Mr. Coffey didn't say anything about the Night's Watch.

Just asking him if he wants to learn to walk around the shadows, without forcing him to become a Night's Watch, without any additional conditions. Instead, he directly teaches the shadow method, and doesn't really seem to have any selfishness? Mr. Fook said it was up to him to make all the choices, and the last call was for him to do whatever he could.

If you don't want to go away, you can also wait for Mr. Fu to come back and let Mr. Fu personally handle this psychotic incident.

I'm sorry, there's only three chapters on the eighth, and one chapter is missing. There are two chapters in arrears, which will be filled in June. Something happened in the last two days, and I have to work during the day. The handicapped party code is so slow QAQ.