Spell Corrosion

Hoshino Mariko was silent for a few seconds with a bright smile on her face, as if she suddenly realized the tingling pain of her lower lip being bitten, she pursed her lips in a bluff, and then "hissed" in pain, her round face wrinkled Group, completely unable to see the neurotic appearance just now.

"Pain Pain!"

Cautiously sticking out the tip of her tongue and licking her torn lips, the rustling feeling and the salty and bloody smell that rolled into her mouth made Mariko, who was only 14 years old, burst into tears.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the little girl gasping for breath in pain, and finally put down the suitcase, found a pack of wet wipes from the suitcase and handed it over.

"Woo, thank you."

The disinfectant wipes were attached to the lips, and a layer of light red smudged on the wipes.

Fortunately, the gap was not too big. Mariko endured the pain and pressed it for a while, and the bleeding stopped.

They didn't talk too much in the rest of the way. Although Zhongyuan Zhong also tried to bring the topic to the murder case that happened recently, Mariko diverted with different topics every time. Finally, until they arrived at the dormitory, what Zhongya got The information was nothing but the explanation of Li Yuan's strict school rules.

When Mariko took him to find the dormitory, Nakahara looked at the house number and raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything.

There is only his name on the door plate of the dormitory, and it is not like the two of them are roommates in the same dormitory as Mariko said.Although the words "Wu Tiao Zhong Ye" annoyed him just looking at them, he was a little happier not having to sleep with the little girl.

Gojo Satoru is pretty reliable in this respect.

"Chuya pack your luggage first. I'll help you bring your dinner back. The cafeteria will close in half an hour. I guess it's too late to finish eating in the cafeteria." Mariko supported the door frame, looking from the broken handle of Zhongya's suitcase After sweeping, the expression on the face did not change at all.

"That would be troublesome."

The last class in Liyuan usually ends at 04:30 in the afternoon, and it is dinner time until [-]:[-]. After the dinner time, all students are not allowed to stay outside the dormitory building, nor are they allowed to report The dormitories are connected to each other.

I don't know why such a strange rule can be adhered to all the time.

But there is also an advantage.

After the night fell and the lights in the dormitory were turned off, Zhongya Zhongya locked the door and jumped out of the window of the room.The overly long skirt caused a lot of trouble for his movements due to its tight fit, but if he changed it, it would be hard to explain if he really happened to meet someone on the way.

Since nothing was found out from Mariko, at least go to the scene of the crime before tomorrow.

With this in mind, Zhong Yuanzhong also decided on the route of the night tour.

Gojo Satoru gave him the topographic map of Liyuan long before he arrived. Ryoko Tanaka's body was found in the woods next to the gymnasium, nearly a full third of the campus away from the dormitory building where the middle school is located.Although the teaching buildings and dormitory buildings in the middle school and high school are separated, the stadium is shared.

The ceremony garden at night was so quiet that it looked like a large tomb. Because the school forbids night tours, the campus of Nuo University did not even turn on the street lights.However, in order to avoid possible surveillance, Zhongyuan Zhongye was careful enough along the way, trying to pick dead ends.

The dormitory building, the gymnasium, and the woods are geographically in a straight line, and Zhongyuan Zhong also wrinkled his nose when he was about to go around the gymnasium and go to the woods behind.

The cool night wind blew his forehead hair up slightly, and it was also mixed with the rusty smell that he used to smell almost every day.

In the previous Leibo Street, the appearance of this smell meant danger and death.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped, deviated from the original planned route, and walked towards the gymnasium instead.

The main entrance of the gymnasium has been locked, and the old old-fashioned copper lock is even half rusted.Zhongyuan Zhong also reached out to break the copper lock directly, but when he touched it, he noticed something.

His cobalt blue eyes narrowed, and Zhong Yuanzhong also scratched the rust on the copper lock with his nails. The reddish-brown layer on the surface covered a deep fracture, which looked like it had been hacked by a sharp weapon.

At this angle, it is impossible to cut the lock without hurting the door.

The tip of the nose moved a little closer, and under the strong smell of blood, the very faint smell of paint could only be smelled when it was close.

This gate has been recently refurbished.

"Tsk, that's why I said I'm not good at this kind of thing."

The incident started to develop in the direction that Gojo Satoru said. If nothing unexpected happened, the problem in Riyuan might not be the curse spirit, but human beings.

"The high school of conjuration should really make a list of all those curse masters, and add everyone to the watch list."

If this was in Hong Kong. Hei, the intelligence system was so bad that his eyes were blackened, and he didn't even know who the enemy he was facing was. He would definitely be ridiculed by that bastard leader Dazai.

Complaining now is useless, comparing the upper echelons of the Conjuration High School with Osamu Dazai is simply an insult to that mackerel...

Forget it, although Dazai is terrible as a person, he is still competent when he is a boss.

Considering that the door lock and the repainted gate might be reserved for the police, Zhongya Nakahara gave up going through the main entrance, and planned to pick a random window and violently pry it open, and then go in.

Turning his gaze, Nakahara Chuya, who was planning to change places, suddenly turned around and looked up to the third floor of the gymnasium.

Was that window...was it open just now?

As if responding to his doubts, a slender, blood-stained palm completely pushed open the half-open window without any warning, and under the darkness, a petite body with long hair rolled over from the third floor of the gymnasium without a sound. down.

His pulse stopped, his pupils and heart contracted fiercely at the same time, and at this moment, Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to see another familiar figure jumping down from the top of the towering building.The body reacted before thinking, and when Nakahara came back to his senses, he had already caught the falling girl.

The smell of blood came to his face, and the girl in his arms looked at him quietly with a pair of amber cat eyes. There were large sticky bloodstains on her long chestnut hair and blue-and-white nun clothes. It's already deadly enough.

"Thank you." The girl's body was trembling slightly, but her voice was steady and soothing, "Can you let me down?"

"……what."

Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed down the right hand that was holding the girl's knee, let her feet fall to the ground, and only let go after confirming that she could indeed stand on her own.

"The blood on your body..."

"It's already past the curfew time, you shouldn't be here." The girl thought about his question, her amber eyes looked at him unblinking, her voice was soft but irrefutable, "If the teacher finds out, you will be punished." called away."

called away?

This is the second time he has heard this statement.

Why don't they say the attributive "office"?Or...the place they were called to was not an office at all, and the so-called calling away didn't mean they were asked to copy the school rules?

"You also know it's curfew time?" Nakahara asked back, pointing to the large bloodstains on his body, "Aren't you going to explain?"

"You are the eldest lady of the Wujo family who transferred from another school today." The girl did not follow his question at all. It was not so much an exchange as it was a unilateral statement from the other party, "If the head of the Wujo family loves you If so, let him send you to another school."

After the girl said this, she stepped forward to leave, Nakahara Zhong also frowned and looked at her leaving back, his eyes slid from the blood-stained long hair to the purple-black scratches on the slender calf.

It was one size smaller than Gojo Satoru's hand, but it was undoubtedly the palm print of an adult male.

"Hey, what's your name?"

But the girl didn't seem to hear his question. It should be said that the other party has been talking to herself from the very beginning, refusing to communicate, and only outputting unilaterally.

Although he cared about it, he had a higher priority than that strange girl.

The scars on the girl's calf must have been recent, or not so long ago, and the culprit may have even been left in the gym.

And the blood on her body...

The girl is still alive, so such a large amount of blood is obviously not from her.

Let's find out who she is in the daytime tomorrow.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneaked in through the open window.

Liyuan is worthy of being a noble academy. The gymnasium is equipped with all kinds of facilities, and there is even a not-so-small swimming pool.Central Plains also spent more than an hour going around the large gymnasium, but found no living things, no dead bodies, not even blood.

The smell of blood in the air has begun to fade, as if all the weirdness disappeared with the girl's departure, leaving no trace.

In the last trip, apart from getting more questions and mysteries, Zhongyuanzhong had nothing else to gain.

... This kind of task is really troublesome.

Complaining in his heart, Zhongyuan Zhong also took the window, and after estimating the time, he decided to go here first for today's night tour. He still doesn't know what will happen tomorrow. Judging from today's situation, he should rest and recharge his energy. Sharp is better.

Anyway, he didn't expect the matter to be resolved in a day.

Gojo Satoru had given him almost all the spell power before he came, and with his current level of soul recovery, even if he fought freely, it would be more than enough to last for three days.

And he had to find a way to get rid of the blood all over his body when he went back.

Because he had already figured out the location of the camera, it was much faster to go back than when he came. Zhongyuan Zhong also directly used his supernatural power to open the window the same way, but the moment he opened the window, he realized that there was someone in his dormitory.

In the bedroom with the lights off, Mariko, who led him during the day, was standing at the door of the bathroom. He turned around after hearing the movement, and just in time saw Nakahara Chuya, who was short and stepped on the window sill.

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What happened to the students in this ghost school?

Is it that kind of weird way that Osamu Dazai talks about every day?

Sure enough, the TV dramas and picture books are all deceptive!

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a bad tone, "Why are you in my room?"

"The bathroom in my room is broken, so I want to borrow it from Chuya." Mariko shuffled towards the door, and said before pushing the door open, "Chuya, remember to lock the door at night."

"What do you mean? When I went out, it was obvious..."

"Crack."

The door was closed, and Chuya Nakahara was the only one left in the room.

"Come on!"

Can't all of you listen to Lao Tzu's words and then answer them properly!

Simply inexplicable!

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, suppressed his temper, and went to check the door lock immediately after locking the window.

He was pretty sure he had locked the door before jumping out of the window for a night trip.

There was no sign that the door lock had been picked, but Mariko had indeed appeared in his room.The girl who only wore a thin nightgown had nowhere to hide things. If the words before Mariko left were not warnings but reminders, that is to say, during the period between when he went out and when Mariko came into his room , Has anyone come to his room?

Headache.

Throwing the blood-stained clothes into the clothes basket in the bathroom, Zhongyuan Zhong also decided to go to the nun tomorrow and tell the nun that one of the uniforms was scratched, and then directly asked for a new one.

It is impossible to wash this piece out, and we have to keep it to see if we can find a chance to take it out, let Gojo Satoru take it away for a blood test or something, and see if we can find out who this big pool of blood belongs to. .

Changing into a pajamas, Nakahara Nakaya took the patience to dig through the bugs and other gadgets left by Osamu Dazai from his office before, and carefully checked the room again.

Nothing.

Rubbing the top of his head irritably, the soft ocher hair was rubbed up to the point that Zhong Yuanzhong, who had found nothing, also decided to wash up and go to bed.

He locked the door again, and the quilts were all brought by Gojo Satoru from home, and the familiar smell slightly soothed his restless mood.But when he closed his eyes, the sensitive nerves continuously sent the signal of being spied on to the brain, and the strange feeling began to ferment slowly.

Obviously he has already checked the room, if there is a monitor, it is impossible for him not to notice it.

But the malicious, disgusting feeling of being stared at is lingering in his back, and he can't get rid of it no matter what.

No, there was definitely something wrong in this room that he hadn't noticed.

Nakahara Chuya sat up, cleared away the traces of annoying anxiety, and began to calmly re-look at the whole room.

Finally, his gaze stopped under the desk opposite the bed.

Lifting the quilt and getting out of bed, Zhongya Nakahara walked to the desk.

The textbooks he got with the nun today were placed on a clean desk. Besides that, there was only a desk lamp provided by Liyuan on the desk. Nakahara Zhong also lowered his head and looked down the power cord of the desk lamp, and finally found the lamp at the end. The plug was not plugged into the power jack under the table.

Kneeling on one knee on the wooden floor, Zhong Yuanzhong also held the power cord, but did not plug it back in. Instead, he pinched the power socket box on the wall with his other hand and pulled the white box cover. down.

Cobalt blue eyes finally met the dark one in the socket.