Because I'm a coward, I maxed out my san value

Students here are divided into professional courses and public courses. Public basic courses are not divided into departments. All students need to take them, usually in public classrooms. Professional courses must be held in the college building. After all, these departments have a lot of knowledge. Dissemination is prohibited.

The sub-personality stood brazenly at the door of the Institute of Ancient Culture, and randomly abducted a boy to the corner. The strange thing was that several girls saw Ye Tingbai robbing him, but they all pretended not to see it, showing special indifference.

"Let me go, let me go. If you are late for class, you will lose credits."

This is a bloated little fat man who seems to be very weak. His behavior is very strange. He doesn't care what Ye Tingbai wants to do at all, he just wants to go back to class. In his eyes, his credits seem to be more important than his life.

The textbook in the little fat man's hand is called The Third Era, and all the contents in it are about the third human civilization.

Everyone's common sense is that although the Tiangong has existed for more than three thousand years, they are not the first humans in this world. There are currently five civilizations that can be clearly classified.

Ancient civilizations are not far away from people's lives, and it is not difficult to find that they have gradually integrated with the world. In many cases, you cannot clearly distinguish which era the technology in front of you comes from. It can basically be understood as, what is currently known The world is the result of the integration and development of civilizations from previous eras.

This knowledge would be briefly mentioned in the textbooks of ordinary students and would not be discussed in depth, but here a separate era was taken out and made into a textbook. This was something that Ye Tingbai could not imagine before.

To be honest, the book in front of him was an unknown world to him. He was very curious. He wanted to find a place to order a cup of milk tea and read quietly for a while.

But the boy's state made him very concerned. The nervousness was not fake. He really wanted to go back to class. He was already on the verge of emotional collapse, so the protagonist had to let him go.

He didn't want to force out a contaminant while investigating the case.

After Ye Tingbai let go, the little fat man rushed into the teaching building as if running for his life. A hand-drawn schedule fell from his body to the ground. The sub-personality picked it up and took a quick look.

The schedule is very full from Monday to weekends. Excluding necessary courses, the most common activity here is self-study. This boy does not leave a trace of free time for himself. Apart from classes, it is self-study. The strange thing is his self-study location.

Most of the self-study locations during the day are in the college, but no location is written during the evening period. There is even a red cross on the college study room with a red pen at the bottom of each night.

Ye Tingbai threw the timetable back to the ground and was about to take Li Xiaoxiao into the building to take a look. At this moment, the two of them suddenly heard a quarrel upstairs. Ye Tingbai looked up and found that he had just stopped him. The fat man below has jumped from the fourth floor.

The sub-personality originally wanted to save people, but when he saw the little fat man's face clearly, he put down his arm again. His face was distorted. This man was contaminated, and there was no cure for it.

He can only save one monster now.

The little fat man's head fell to the ground, like a ripe watermelon, which exploded with red and white splashes all over the floor.

Ye Tingbai looked towards the window where the little fat man jumped from the building, and happened to see a figure, Nan Qing, the man who entered the rankings due to his beauty. His appearance was not much different from that in the photo, but he looked weaker. , while Nan Qing was looking at the corpse with emotionless eyes.

The security team came very quickly, and the bodies were disposed of within ten minutes. The ground was also cleaned with a special solvent. It was impossible to tell that anyone had died here. From the moment he jumped to the end of the cleaning, there was no one in this building except Nan Qing. No one looked outside.

This college is very abnormal.

Wu Ziming was the one who took the lead in cleaning up. Seeing Ye Tingbai's face with mixed emotions, he took the initiative to come up after sending everyone away.

"Whatever you want me to do, as long as I can do it."

Sub-personality: "You seem to be very skilled in handling corpses. Does this kind of thing happen often?"

"This is the third time this month. I have collected more than a hundred corpses. Why do you think I am so skilled?"

"I want information on these people."

"I don't have the information right now. Can you see the photos?"

The sub-personality nodded, and Wu Ziming took out his phone. He actually took photos of each corpse.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at Wu Ziming with strange eyes.

"I never thought you had such a hobby?"

"What are you thinking? I want to send a death report to the Public Security Bureau. This photo is necessary."

Ye Tingbai flipped through the information for a while. The strange thing was that he had never seen any of these people's information. There was none. The information he got from Xie Cai should be very comprehensive. Why were there so many extra information here? of the deceased.

Sub-personality: "You just said to the Public Security Bureau, will you report this information to the Public Security Bureau?"

Wu Ziming looked like he was looking at a fool.

"How can it be possible to send a person to the Public Security Bureau? Natural death is of course sent to the police station. Who would provoke the Public Security Bureau if there is no obvious pollution?"

Ye Tingbai repeated the words "no obvious pollution" emphatically, and Li Xiaoxiao blurted out.

"You are hiding something."

"What kind of concealment? This is a procedure. Ordinary dead people report to the police station. If there is contamination and the police station reports it to the police, it has nothing to do with me."

The sub-personality didn't pay much attention. The Wu Ziming in front of him was very relaxed and his eyes didn't dodge when he spoke. He was indeed telling the truth.

"This year, more than a hundred people died in this college, and you don't care at all?"

"Why don't you care? This building is now sealed at 6pm every night, and no one is allowed to stay. This is a famous haunted building."

"Ghost?"

The secondary personality asked in confusion. In this world, the word ghost is rare. It is usually seen among polluted humans who don't understand. In fact, most supernatural events can be explained by pollution, but the word ghost is rare.

Generally speaking, most people who say the word ghost are ignorant and inferior people, but it is a bit interesting when Wu Ziming says this word. Ghosts, strictly speaking, exist, and human souls also exist, which is reflected in a large number of pollution events.

But what is certain is that ghosts are just a manifestation of pollution, and pollution is the meaning of their existence, so this is different from the ghosts that most people understand, and there is no need to give some monsters the name of ghosts.

So ghosts are usually collectively called pollutants.

Wu Ziming: "This is something everyone knows. This is a haunted building. Even if the building is sealed and the power is cut off every night, the study room will still light up on time."

"Which one?"

"414 is the classroom where he just jumped down."

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