Here Lies The Wicked

Actually, there's one more thing Captain Fei didn't tell Fang Zheng.

More and more college students committed suicide, rising from the first three to eight.

This is no longer just a matter of case.

Instead, it escalated to the level of online public opinion, social opinion.

Once it's under control.

Social stability is about to go haywire.

College students, bureau of education, teacher and student tension, parents and teachers tension, school family tension, this is the sharpest social topic ever.

Now there is a series of suicides in the city, with college entrants under suspicious academic pressure, and now the entire city government is sleepless at night.

In particular, such frequent consecutive suicides of college students have gradually attracted the attention of the national media, self-media. Once the national media is involved, and at the speed of Internet dissemination, I'm afraid it won't take overnight, the city will be drowned by the spit of 1.3 billion people nationwide.

In the past, there had never been a day in which two college students committed suicide.

This time, two consecutive college students committed suicide in one day, while also indicating that the incident is escalating! Nobody knows, after a few days, will you kill three college students simultaneously in one day... four... five...

But nowadays, there's no strong evidence that even ghosts kill people.

Perhaps it's really too much of a student's academic pressure?

Is there a problem with the education environment in the city?

Whatever the outcome, the pressure on Captain Fischer increases dramatically, and if there is a sneaky, weird killing, he must strive to find clues and clear the ghost behind it as soon as possible; if there is no sneaky, weird killing, he must find evidence that it is not.

In fact, even if Captain Fitzgerald didn't say these words, the next few days, he was already learning some facts through the online media.

Because of the focus of online public opinion, there are beginning to appear to be signs on this side of the city.

Although it has not yet reached the level of national public opinion, if people continue to die, there will be a real riot in the city.

Behind every suicide student lies the grief of several families.

The most intuitive point is that, in recent days, the person who sent the body to let the party walk away is no longer Captain Fei, but a police officer of ordinary people.

Captain Ferrari was reluctant to break every second into several pieces, all stuck in the case of a serial suicide by a college entrant.

In the past few days, Fang is harvesting soul gas in the water jail, from six strands every day to eleven strands of ordinary soul energy every day.

Although the water jail is large, the vast majority of the former Qing 'ang Ancient City is empty. People in the city pool have moved their homes long before the disaster, saying that ten rooms and nine empty are not exaggerated at all.

So it started to slow down.

The people who have fled, the homes are empty.

Those who did not flee in time died at home.

Until the day, Fang Zheng's circle of friends, all kinds of groups, began to brush the same thing, and Fang immediately realized that… the city was about to go haywire.

Open the circle of friends, they're all brushing and college students commit suicide!

This is the eighth suicide college student!

Fang Zheng was going to strengthen the blood medicine, and then continue to practice for a while. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a few minutes of silence, he actually stopped practicing and stood up.

I actually plan to go out.

But before you go out, the party is letting you lie on the coffee table in the living room, wrapping your fingers, dumb and adorable in math plus or minus multiplied clothes, stay at home doing math homework, don't run around, most importantly, don't open the door no matter who knocks on the door.

He's going out.

Then, Fang left his troubled mathematical clothes and went out.

Riding on the sidewalk in front of the neighborhood almost flooded with catastrophic shared bikes, the sun rises directly above the head of the summer toward the University City.

This is also the first time Fang has come to the University City to find an old god stick since returning to the city.

Most importantly, he was busy practicing during the day, preparing to brush the dungeons at night, and walking in the shadows at night, taking care of the old streets, and making a full day's itinerary, so he hadn't been to a store in University City in almost a month.

The city is his home. There must be no commotion!

Fang intends to try to see, since the normal method, can not find a clue to the successive suicides of college students, then follow an unusual path, with the help of luck value added, I don't know if I can help him find a clue behind it.

It's the first time we've solved a case with Lucky Incense.

So even Fang Zheng didn't know that the success rate of this matter was significant.

Let's just say try it first.

And as for why he was going to University City, the simple reason was that he took the scent of fortune to Southeast Asia, which he had already used up with his handful after handful of enhancements.

So I went to the University City to find the old god stick, and I haven't made any new supplies lately.

Fang Zheng slipped his shared bike all the way to the university city, and it was still far away. Fang Zheng saw an old man in an old robe, squatting at a road not far from the store, sneaking around.

I didn't know what was in it until I got close enough to see it. It turns out it was an old god stick. I think I still have a big red supermarket shopping bag in my hand.

The old clergyman squatted at the door and swept back to the college students with dirty eyes. Those college students were staring at their scalps and hurried away.

“I haven't been to the store in a month. What kind of demon is this old god doing? I can't look at the store, I'm lazy in the street, I'm watching college girls! ”

Absenteeism withholding wages!

You must deduct the salary of the old god!

In her heart, she couldn't help but look at the college girls in the university city. Summer arrived. The girls in the street were wearing hot pants, short skirts, showing long, tall legs of white flowers, shaking their eyes with white flowers, real fragrance series.

No wonder the old god wandered off to the side of the road despite poisoning the sun.

Just as Fangzheng glanced at the legs of several college girls and turned his head in the direction of the old cleric, he found that there was an argument over the old cleric.

An old street maid with red sleeves is arguing with an old god stick about something.

At first glance, the old god stick had the momentum to be torn alive by his aunt. He stopped to share his bike and rushed over. In any case, the old god stick was his employee.

The old god stick has a hard body and is an old Jianghu god stick that never loses. He is not worried about the old god stick losing a thing. He was worried that, in the unlikely event that the old clergyman would make his aunt ill, the owner of his shop would eventually assume responsibility for paying her medical bills.

“Old Goddess, what are you doing on the street? ”

The old divine stick suddenly heard Fang Zheng's voice. Perhaps he had not heard Fang Zheng's voice in a long time. First he was stunned and then surprised to see the coming square.

Then the old priest screamed: “Little brother, you came just in time, you come to judge, others throw cigarette butts, throw trash, influence the city look is not wrong, but my old man stood on the side of the road, how can it affect the city look, to be fined? ”

“Forget the fine, someone throws a cigarette butt fine of 5 yuan, why change the old man and I will fix a fine of 50 yuan to start!! ”

The old god stick is like catching a straw, starting to scream bend and pour bitter water.