Chapter 396 Zhou Zheng’s adeptness in making opinions
The Seventh Chinese and Foreign Affairs.
When the middle-aged uncle said that Yang Jian often came here to buy roasted gluten, Lin Qian naturally didn't believe it. If this guy has money and doesn't go online, how can he buy roasted gluten?
If it were Zhang Wei, he would believe it.
"Is that so? This means that uncle, your roasted gluten is still delicious."
Lin Qian didn't try to expose his lies. He told people's lies and ghosts' lies. If he was too honest, he would lose business.
“Of course, my grilled gluten is the best around.” The middle-aged uncle laughed; “The ten skewers of grilled gluten are ready, I’ll add more spiciness for you.”
"Well, thank you."
Lin Qian looked at the ten skewers of grilled gluten placed in front of him. They tasted very good and looked very good. They looked delicious.
Pick up a bunch and put it in your mouth. Well, it tastes exactly like what I have eaten before.
Looking at the No. 7 Middle School with the sound of books in the distance, the No. 7 Middle School at this moment has not experienced the ghost knocking incident.
But judging from the time, it will be soon.
"Go and see the young Yang Jian. Yang Jian still has humanity now, and in this world without me, he will not be affected by the Cunning Bride."
Lin Qianxiang Let's see if Yang Jian in this world will find a way to deal with a terrifying supernatural incident, or run away.
He was very interested in this.
Yang Jian in his world was seriously affected by him and the Cunning Bride. Not all of his humanity had disappeared, but there were signs of recovery.
This is not right, at least in the world of mysterious resurgence.
Just do it.
"Boss, here is the money for roasted gluten. See if it is enough."
Lin Qian took out twenty yuan and put it on the table, then picked up the remaining uneaten roasted gluten. I stood up and grilled a bunch of gluten for two yuan according to my memory.
Twenty yuan for ten strings is just right.
“That’s enough, that’s enough.”
The middle-aged uncle accepted the brand new twenty yuan note with a smile on his face.
Lin Qian smiled and said nothing, turned and walked towards No. 7 Middle School.
The streets are bustling with people, and it’s all beautiful under the sunset.
This is the beginning of a story.
A story starting from No. 7.
"Hello, classmates, my name is Zhou Zheng, and I am an Interpol police officer. I am very happy to be alive and standing here today to give lectures to you."
Ghost~!
“Someone has said that the end of science is theology. This sentence is absolutely correct. Students, you have to believe in some things now. In recent years, there has been an explosive growth in supernatural events in various countries. It is no longer just It is just a matter of one or two incidents, but it is gradually evolving into a global catastrophe. If this situation is not effectively controlled, the entire world may have no future in the future.”
A hoarse voice sounded in the classroom. This somewhat feudal and superstitious speech made the students in the classroom feel confused, including of course Yang Jian.
"Zhou Zheng?"
Lin Qian stood by the window outside the classroom, quietly looking at Zhou Zheng on the podium, or perhaps looking at the ghost in Zhou Zheng's belly , little hungry ghost.
“Since ghosts cannot be killed and have extraordinary abilities, combining these two situations, we can ask a question, how can ordinary people survive if they are targeted by ghosts? This is I hope you will remember the key point, forever, preferably for a lifetime.”
Understand the laws of ghosts.
"Everything has its own rules, and ghosts are no exception. According to research data, every kind of ghost has an almost fixed way of killing and acting. Just like a computer program, you press the power button to activate the computer. Run, you click the mouse to open the software, overcome fear, discern the laws of ghosts, and find flaws. This is the only way for ordinary people to be targeted by ghosts. A chance to survive. "
"Remember, if you are attacked by a ghost, you have no other way to survive, don't take any chances, it will be more terrifying than you can imagine."
Looking at the chalk words written by Zhou Zheng on the blackboard, Lin Qian looked back at the corridor behind him. Something was coming.
A very familiar supernatural thing, he has eaten it before.
Ghosts cannot be killed.
The only one who can deal with ghosts is ghosts.
Insight into the laws of ghosts.
These three sentences written on the blackboard ushered in an era.
Lin Qian turned and leaned against the window and lit a cigarette. He didn’t know what kind of person could write. Such a desperate novel setting.
How great would it be if the author originally wrote that ghosts could be killed?
Looking at the dilapidated and mottled corridor, Lin Qian exhaled a puff of smoke, and the old man at the beginning of the story slowly walked out of the darkness.
The empty eyes and the face covered with corpse spots are the beginning of fear.
The lights in the classroom began to flicker, and Zhou Zheng's expression suddenly became extremely alert.
"Yang Jian, what are you doing standing up? Sit down quickly and don't disturb the classroom discipline."
The teacher's voice sounded in the classroom. Lin Qian looked back and found Yang Jian stood on his seat and stared out the window.
Lin Qian glanced at the knocker walking past him, and gently exhaled smoke on its face. It knew nothing about it.
"Yang Jian, why don't you sit down, didn't you hear what I said? How dare you make trouble during the safety lecture?"
"Ah~!"
"It stinks , Su Lei, why is there a piece of Xiang on your desk?”
“Impossible, how can there be a ghost domain in the school at this time?”
"Fang Jing, what's your name?"
Voices rang out one after another in the classroom, from the teacher, from the classmates, and of course from Zhou Zheng.
Lin Qian shook his head. He didn't care about this. He looked at the panicked Yang Jian and felt a little hopeful.
"It will take a while, I will go see the Lord of Ghost Eyes first."
Lin Qian briefly estimated the time, and thought it was enough.
After all, it took some time for them to escape, and Yang Jian had to be pushed to death.
Thinking of this, Lin Qian patted the old man standing at the door of the classroom: "Do a good job, your golden coffin will be indispensable in the future."
After encouraging Grandpa Qian Wanhao, Lin Qian Qian walked straight downstairs, and not long after he left, the back door of the classroom was pushed open.
A middle-aged man walked out of it. Lin Qian looked back and already knew who this person was. It was Teacher Wang.
Alas...
Poor Teacher Wang just received the lunch box. Looking at Teacher Wang disappearing into the darkness, Lin Qian held a moment of silence for him in her heart.
Once upon a time, he was also a good and conscientious teacher, but one day, he met Qian Wanhao's grandfather.
Rotten walls, cracked floors, and...
Dong, dong dong...
"Ah! Someone is dead!"
Boom...
The sound of the floor breaking was heard, as well as the sound of flesh being penetrated by steel bars.
What followed was noisy shouts and panicked footsteps.
"Impossible, you can still move after being restricted by me?"
"Go, go quickly, leave here before the ghost realm appears. I'll stay here to hold this thing back."
As Zhou Zheng roared.
Lin Qian smiled and disappeared into the darkness.
Hongfa Temple.
In the darkness, there is a tree, a pale tree that looks like a tree grown from bones.
Tattered human skins, dirty and smelly cloth strips, mummy heads, and weird paper flags hung on the trees.
And a shadow, a shadow with the same outline as a man, as if made of darkness.
This tall black figure was motionless, hanging upside down on the tree, with its head facing the ground.
Looking carefully, I found that there was an iron nail as thick as an adult's arm nailed on the chest of this black figure. No, to be precise, it should be a coffin nail commonly used by the people. I don't know how many points the coffin nail was nailed to the tree. It has been rusty for many years and looks like it is about to break.
Tick, tick~!
Dark and thick blood flowed out from the shadow.
Lin Qian looked at the Lord of Ghost Eyes who was nailed to the bone tree. He looked at it up and down. This was the first time Lin Qian saw the mysterious Lord of Ghost Eyes.
Lin Qian glanced at the edge of darkness. There was an eyeball flashing with a strange red light. The blood and supernatural being exuded from it were very impressive.
"There is no deviated world. This ghost is only more terrifying than me before."
Lin Qian walked around the bone tree, and the supernatural was suppressed , but Lin Qian could feel that it could leave at any time, and this rusty coffin nail could not nail it.
"It's really a mysterious existence. I can't figure out what your killing patterns are. It's interesting."
Lin Qian looked at the flying soul flags. The pale white bone tree was very evil. This tree, including but not limited to everything on it, was a fierce ghost.
Bone trees are evil ghosts, mummified human heads are evil ghosts, paper flags are evil ghosts, tattered human skins are evil ghosts, even the most inconspicuous strips of cloth are evil ghosts.
"There is still something missing. There are only shadows and no bodies. Are you waiting for Yang Jian in the future?"
Thinking of the human skin paper that appeared near Yang Jian, Lin Qian felt in his heart There are some guesses.
“Yang Jian’s life seems to have been arranged.”
Lin Qian suddenly had such an idea in his mind. If he thought about it carefully, the probability was very high. A lot of things could be seen from that piece of cowardly human skin paper.
Obviously he was afraid of being left in the Knocker's ghost, but he didn't tell Fang Jing that the Knocker would come to school today. This was very wrong.
If there was no one pushing behind this, Lin Qian would not believe it.
Tap, tap...
The sound of rapid footsteps sounded from the darkness in the distance. Lin Qian looked back and saw a man in school uniform with a panic face, holding this mobile phone. The students ran towards this side quickly.
"Yang Jian is here."
Lin Qian put his hands in his pockets and looked at Yang Jian, who was running for his life. Behind him, an old man was following slowly.
It’s a knocker.
“There’s nothing to see anymore. Let’s go see Zhou Zheng and see if we can get anything out of his mouth.”
Lin Qian turned around and stared at the tree hanging upside down. The figure above had a smile on his face. He turned around and disappeared into the darkness without saying anything.
What happened next was very simple. Yang Jian saw what the red light was, and then he was parasitized by the ghost eye, and finally became a ghost controller. This plot was very familiar to Lin Qian.
"Who are you? How did you come out of the classroom."
A pale, skinny man wearing a windbreaker sat in the corridor with a pair of bloodshot eyes. He looked at Lin Qian walking out of the classroom with some vigilance.
"Do you feel a little familiar with the supernatural power in me?"
Lin Qian leaned against the classroom door, smiling and looking at Zhou Zheng, who was about to revive the ghost.
"Familiar?"
Zhou Zheng felt the traces of supernatural power released by Lin Qian, and his pupils suddenly narrowed: "Ghost baby... No, this is impossible, there are no two identical ghosts in this world. ..."
"Half of the answer is correct, but this is not a ghost baby, this is a starving ghost."
Lin Qian calmly lit a cigarette, very leisurely.
"Are you also an Interpol? Are you sent by the headquarters for support?" Zhou Zheng stared at Lin Qian, his eyes were more than just vigilant.
"You want to know my identity?"
Lin Qian smiled: "Well, you tell me why you are here to promote supernatural recovery, and I will tell you my identity. You should know that during this period, the headquarters Interpol is not allowed to inform ordinary people about the existence of ghosts, let alone let you learn The school is promoting it.”
“Did someone ask you to come here, or is there some other reason why you came here to promote it?”
“Tell me, I’ve been interested in this for a long time.”
Lin Qian pushed up his glasses, and the blood-colored pupils flashed in Zhou Zheng's eyes.
Hearing this question, Zhou Zheng was a little silent. After a long while, he said: "You can know the headquarters and the headquarters' policies. This is enough to prove that you are an Interpol."
"I can answer you the question you asked, but you must ensure that the students here can survive."
Zhou Zheng stared at Lin Qian, the physical pain made his expression a little distorted, but even so , he is still worried about the safety of the students here.
Looking at Zhou Zheng's squirming abdomen, Lin Qian was a little silent. After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "Don't worry, you will survive."
Hearing this, Zhou Zheng nodded. , seemed to be relieved: "Actually, this propaganda was created by me. My idea is very simple. I just want them to know how to survive from the evil ghosts. I have no other ideas, and no one else has allowed me to do so." I’ll come.”
"That's just the way it is. There's no calculation involved."
"Is that so? It's really a calculation without any intention. Mr. Qin is really awesome." Lin Qian thought in his heart.
"Okay, I understand. Thank you for your cooperation. Then I won't disturb your last moments."
Lin Qian stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the darkness. Then he walked downstairs under Zhou Zheng's gaze. He wanted to see if there was anything different about the human skin paper.
"We must let those children live! We must!"
Zhou Zheng looked at Lin Qian, his eyes full of expectation.
Hearing this, Lin Qian waved his hand and disappeared into the darkness without turning back to say any words of comfort.
Of course there will be people who will survive, but not that many. (End of this chapter)