Daoism catches ghosts [Rebirth]

Lin Xingzhou stared at the drawer for a long time. He didn't know what kind of tricks he could see. He stepped forward and rummaged in the drawer, and finally found an envelope.

Inside the envelope was a letter of apology, signed "Feng Jiaxin, Class [-], Senior High School".

The letter was written on lined paper. This Feng Jiaxin may not be very good at controlling the spacing between words. A large number of words are densely packed together. There are at least a thousand words on a page, which made Lin Xingzhou dizzy.

It may be because he has been dealing with cartoons all day long, Lin Xingzhou reads more paintings than words, and he gets a headache when he sees such dense and large paragraphs of text, not to mention that the student's handwriting is not very good.He simply didn't read the contents of the letter in detail, took out another piece of talisman paper, and pasted it on the letter with a "slap", blowing away the yin inside.

"That's right, that's the letter," the little paper figurine suddenly called out, "I came out of it."

Lin Xingzhou threw it on the table, gave it a warning look, and signaled it not to try to escape, the little paper figurine stood up unsteadily, waved its arms made of paper and let out a "huh": "Strange, that order My voice seems to be gone."

Lin Xingzhou stood up, took the letter and said to Chen Daozhong: "Teacher, I can probably tell you now that your 'illness' is caused by someone intentionally harming you, but fortunately, no serious consequences have been caused...you can give me Tell me about this letter?"

At this time, Chen Daozhong's wife came in and delivered a plate of cut apples. Lin Xingzhou moved the chair of the desk to the bed and sat down, and forked a piece with a fork.

Chen Daozhong stared at the letter paper and frowned, and the vaguely visible "Mediterranean" above his head floated a large character - "Sorrow".

Lin Xingzhou chewed his apples slowly, waited patiently for the Chinese teacher to tell a story, thinking that students who could hurt the teacher with a letter of apology must not be a cheap lamp, and I am afraid that Teacher Chen will lose a few more hairs.

Thinking of "hair", Lin Xingzhou's heart trembled inexplicably, subconsciously pulled his still thick hair, swallowed the apple in his mouth with a "gudong", cast his eyes secretly at the other party, and began to tremble.

Teacher Chen didn't pay attention to his small movements, and didn't want to speculate on the inner world of the "hair is more important than life" young man across the dimension wall. He only sighed deeply: "Last month's midterm exam..."

Lin Xingzhou quickly suppressed his fear of "hair loss", and put on a posture of sitting upright and listening attentively.

"...A student sneaked into the office to steal the answers to the math test paper during the lunch break. I forgot something at the time and went back to get it. I happened to bump into him sneaking around in the office and caught him."

Lin Xingzhou shifted his gaze from Apple to the letter of apology: "Is this Feng Jiaxin?"

"It's him," Chen Daozhong said, "I asked him what he was doing, but he hesitated to tell. Later, I found the USB flash drive with the answers to the test paper on him."

He sighed again: "In fact, this kid's grades in the class are not bad. He is regarded as an upper-middle class, but he is partial to subjects and not very good at mathematics. Later I asked him, and he said that he made a bet with his classmates, saying that he must pass the exam this time. I have tested the other party, but I don’t know what to do, so I made this bad move.”

Lin Xingzhou said in his heart that these children are really more and more good at playing now, and all the questions he didn't know in the past were all handed in blank papers-anyway, he takes art, and the culture class is just so-so.

"Feng Jiaxin begged me at the time, let me spare him this time, don't stab the dean, and promised to study hard in the future. I didn't agree, but I pleaded for him with the dean. There was no notification to the whole school, so I only punished him to write Check, write it down once."

Chen Daozhong shook his head: "I'm not the head teacher of Class [-]. Later, Feng Jiaxin cried and yelled at me in the corridor, saying that he stole the math answers, and I, a Chinese teacher, should meddle in my own business."

Lin Xingzhou almost spit out a mouthful of apples—where are these kids getting so wrong now?

Chen Daozhong: "After that, I ignored him. He calmed down and wrote the inspection honestly, and the matter passed. One day after the midterm exam, there was a letter on my desk, which was this apology. The letter, it said that you shouldn’t offend the teacher and so on. I was very happy when I read it, and I thought that this kid knew how to admit his mistakes, and he was a good kid at heart, so I took this letter home and kept it as a souvenir. Who would miss him? ..."

Lin Xingzhou gently twisted the letter paper with his fingers, feeling that something was wrong.

Judging from what the other party said, that Feng Jiaxin should have hated him because he pleaded with the teacher and the other party didn't agree, and this teacher was still meddling in his own business.Sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys are at the age of rebellion. It is understandable to scold the teacher every day and even try to take revenge on the teacher. After all, everyone came from that period.

But this way of revenge is really unusual.

Normal students retaliate against their teachers in just a few ways—those who secretly destroy other people’s vehicles, those who have four wheels scrape the car, and those who have two wheels pull the valve core to deflate.Those who linked the teacher's mobile phone number to various hook-up websites, those who anonymously gave the teacher a full grade of D in the final evaluation, and those who caught the teacher's taint and spread rumors on the Internet.Putting drugs in people's water more ruthlessly, or simply stabbing them with a knife, is a bit extreme, and ordinary students don't have the guts to do so.

The point is, how did Feng Jiaxin come up with the idea of ​​using "ghosts" to plot against the teacher?Could it be that his brain circuit is relatively clear?

Not to mention why he believed in ghosts and ghosts in the world, the method of manipulating the little paper man is definitely beyond the grasp of ordinary people.

So he thought about it and asked: "This Feng Jiaxin...does he usually behave abnormally? For example...yelling suddenly as if seeing something, or tinkering with something I don't know, or..."

Chen Daozhong thought for a while and said, "No, he's usually quite normal, and he has a good relationship with his classmates. He's a pretty well-behaved student, otherwise I wouldn't plead for him. But..."

"But what?"

"But after this incident, he became not quite right," Chen Daozhong said, "maybe because of the contempt of stealing answers, and because he lost the bet again, he felt a little embarrassed in front of his classmates. That day I saw a student taunting and shoving him openly in the corridor, but he didn't fight back and kept his head down."

Lin Xingzhou had been listening with his ears, but his eyes never left the letter paper. Hearing his words, his eyes suddenly moved slightly, as if he had discovered something, and touched a signature pen from the writing table.

The letter of apology was written in two pages, and Lin Xingzhou knew it was a chakra talking back and forth without reading it, but at this moment he had to force himself to calm down and search carefully between the lines, and finally found some abnormalities in the middle of the whole paper.

He took a pen and slowly drew lines on the paper, drawing out an upright regular triangle with a word on each of the three vertices of the triangle.

press...hold...he...

He quickly turned the letter over and drew an inverted triangle on the second letter paper.

Don't... raise your head...

Then he overlapped the two pieces of letter paper, lifted them up and held them under the light—the centers of the two triangles were exactly at one point, one upright and the other upside down, forming a hexagram together.