Chapter 671 Talent
Under the hazy light and shadow, there is a high shelf, and there is reflection nearby, like the surface of a lake.
"This is." The fat man's eyes slowly opened wide.
“It’s a swimming pool.” Yuan Xiaoyi said.
No one would have thought that Yuan Xiaoyi’s mobile phone actually contained a photo taken at a swimming pool late at night!
"I know what you want to ask. Just as you thought, Xiaoran sent it to me." Yuan Xiaoyi took a deep breath, looked at the people in front of her, and whispered: "After she disappeared."< br>
If I remember correctly, this Xiaoran was the girl who went to the swimming pool to take photos alone late at night and then disappeared.
“Did she take the photo?” Huaiyi felt his scalp numb.
After hearing this, Yuan Xiaoyi had no reaction. She just stared at the photo, as if she was possessed by a demon, "You guys. Look here."
The position of Yuan Xiaoyi's finger is in the photo. At the edge, you can't even notice it unless you look carefully. There is a vague outline there, like it is on a very high shelf.
There is a small platform at the top of the shelf with a little white stuff peeking out.
Yuan Xiaoyi's fingers were trembling. She zoomed in on the photo, not suddenly, but slowly, as if giving herself some buffering time.
Just after turning it to the maximum, the sound of air-conditioning suddenly came from the crowd.
Those were a pair of feet, so white that one could notice them in the dark, standing on a high diving platform.
"Xiaoran really took pictures of those things." Someone said to himself.
Besides Wang Qi, it was another young man whose voice sounded very hollow.
Jiang Cheng remembered that his name was Wen Liangshan.
It seemed that Wen Liangshan's words touched her. Yuan Xiaoyi raised her head suddenly, her eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, "I know you might not believe it if I tell you. I receive them every morning. Every morning. The contents of the messages are all the same! "
" They are all photos of the swimming pool, the library, the abandoned playground, the medical building, and the sculpture hall!”
“And you know, every time I wake up, these photos appear again! It will disappear as if nothing ever happened.”
"Unless I keep recalling and forcing myself to recall what they looked like and what they said to me, the photos will appear briefly, but then they will disappear."
"I am almost driven crazy by them!" Yuan Xiao Yi grabbed her hair in pain, and several strands had been torn between her fingers. "They are blaming me, blaming me for letting them go to such a dangerous place!"
"The only thing I can do now is The only thing is to find them and prove that they existed in this world."
"I can feel that they are not dead, they are just hidden, hidden by those horrible things. A place that is hard to find, waiting for me to rescue them."
"If I forget them, then they are really dead!" Yuan Xiaoyi was already a little hysterical.
It seems that the suffering she suffered during this period was beyond their imagination. During the day, she was treated as a delusional person by the people around her, and at night she was tortured by the photos.
They have obtained enough information today. If they continue to ask questions, everyone is worried that Yuan Xiaoyi will collapse, so they say goodbye hastily after a brief comfort.
It was still early in the morning, so everyone took the opportunity to walk around the campus and get to know the world they came to in advance.
The fat man was still full of longing for the university campus, but Jiang Cheng shattered his dream with just a few words. Then he used the swimming pool and the medical building to scare him, and even secretly said that there was something going on underneath the school. Unfortunately, it was a cemetery or something like that. Because we wanted to suppress the ghosts of injustice, a school was built on it.
Jiang Cheng has a unique talent for telling stories, and he also has his own sound effects from time to time. The fat man was stunned for a while, and even Wenliangshan shrank his neck and begged him to stop talking with a sad face.
"Be more serious. The more you act like this, the more it shows that you are afraid inside." Shen Mengyun couldn't stand it and reminded him.
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng paused, his face flushed and retorted: "Nonsense, I don't think so!"
Knowing that Jiang Cheng was unreliable, Shen Mengyun didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he walked over to In front of the middle-aged man, the two walked and discussed the next task.
After Jiang Cheng saw it, he shamelessly approached him again.
Just as they turned a corner and passed in front of a teaching building, they happened to meet a person coming out of the front door, and the two groups collided.
After a while, everyone's expressions brightened.
This person is none other than the old professor they were attending class with just now.
The old professor was dressed simply and held a cloth bag in his hand, revealing a yellow compass ruler. The moment he saw Jiang Cheng and others, the old professor's eyes became excited.
The fat man's heart thumped, "Damn it!"
But it was too late to turn around and run away. Jiang Cheng took the lead to set an example and bowed deeply to the old professor, "Professor Hello, the fluid dynamics you taught today was very exciting and the students benefited a lot.”
The old professor adjusted his reading glasses, looked Jiangcheng up and down, and said seriously: "I don't dare to take it. Director, please get up quickly."
Everyone: "???"
The fat man glared Big eyes, "I didn't expect that he was an old man."
I didn't expect that Jiang Cheng's face didn't turn red and his heart didn't beat. He stood up very naturally. Received: "I'm sorry to make you laugh, professor, but the students are really angry. Why is it that your professor's class is so exciting, but the students below are so neglectful of you."
"I am Meng Lang I apologize for your behavior, but I still can’t bear it if the same thing happens to me next time, please understand.”
Shen Mengyun looked at Jiang Cheng strangely.
The professor looked at Jiang Cheng with an inexplicable look. After about 4 or 5 seconds, the professor opened the cloth bag and took out a black, somewhat worn notebook. He took out a pen and asked, "What's your name?"
Everyone looked at Jiang Cheng with pity. It seemed that he was going to be in trouble. Among them, Wen Liang Shan even showed a gloating expression.
Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and put on a calm attitude that even if the sword and ax were thrown at him, I would not regret it: "Return to the professor, student Wen Liangshan."
Wen Liangshan: " I *you*!”
But before Wen Liang Shan could make any further move, Fatty and Huai Yi controlled him from the left and right, then covered his mouth and dragged him behind.
Fortunately, the old professor’s attention was focused on Jiang Cheng and he didn’t care about what was happening around him.
After recording Jiang Cheng’s name, the old professor put away his notebook and nodded to Jiang Cheng, “My child, you are very courageous. I admire you very much. You have something that is very lacking in today’s society. "I can see that you are an honest person and can't learn the tricks of the society. I just need a helper." "As a manager, you mainly help me with some auxiliary work. I think your character is just right."
"If you agree, I will submit your name and you will become my assistant." I will issue you a certificate and it will be much more convenient for you in school." The old professor looked at Jiang Cheng with admiration in his eyes, "What do you think?"
Jiang Cheng hesitated.
“You don’t want to?” The old professor was a little surprised. There are many people fighting for this job.
But he was not a person who forced others to make things difficult for him. When he saw that Jiang Cheng didn't show any reaction, he packed his things and prepared to leave.
But just when he turned around, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Professor." Jiang Cheng's eyes slowly turned red and he said in a hoarse voice: "I just want to explain to you that you must use the name Jiang Cheng when you register. Wenliangshan is my stage name. I just said it casually. Say it.”
"Do you still have a stage name?" The old professor adjusted his glasses and didn't worry about the name. Instead, he asked in surprise: "Do you have any special talents?"
"It's okay. My family has been around since childhood. Just teach me to have more skills than to overwhelm my body," Jiang Cheng said obediently. (End of this chapter)