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The teacher held the back collar with one hand

It has been a long time since Jing Chen has done rituals, more precisely, he has basically never done it.

But some instincts are born to be good at.

Jingchen not only wears luxurious cassocks, but also wears a Pilu hat on his head, holds a magic scepter in his hand, and walks around with it, which will also make the rustling sound of fine gemstones on his body.

They seized the time to arrange the altar. In fact, it is reasonable to do it at the time of the day when the yang energy is the heaviest, but the conditions obviously do not allow it.

No one is going to give the field to two people who are still students.

It's also the most convenient time to come, no one will disturb you, it's just that... even the breath of a person with a heavy cloudy air is cold.

As the time got later, the meaning of this coldness became deeper and deeper into the bone marrow.

Zhao Song couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief on his palm, but it didn't help much.

Jingchen smiled slightly, and the golden candlelight coated his facial features with a layer of lustrous golden light in the dark night, "Help guard the door, try not to let the ceremony be destroyed, I need some time."

Zhao Song was stunned uncontrollably, and his cheeks were a little red because of the heat. Fortunately, the light is not good now, and he can't see clearly, but he still said unnaturally: "Ah? Oh, okay, leave it to me."

After Zhao Song stood still at the door which was only a few steps away, Jing Chen sat down cross-legged in the center of the array, beside the altar where the Buddha statue was enshrined.

The flames of the candles surrounding him were flickering, seemingly weak, but never extinguished by the gusts of wind.

He clasped his hands together, muttering words in his mouth, his voice was clear and powerful, and his slightly lowered eyes carried the Buddha nature that everything is empty.In the sound of scriptures, slowly closed his eyes.

As long as the infant spirit can be drawn out and purified together in the magic circle, then things may become much simpler and clearer.

It's a pity that things didn't go so smoothly. This infant spirit should have existed for a long time, and its wisdom is no lower than that of any adult.

"He's avoiding us." When Jing Chen opened his eyes, only a stream of light flashed across his amber pupils.

It stands to reason that the magic circle he arranged has the effect of summoning souls, and if nothing else, it is absolutely attractive, but now...

It was obvious that this happened by accident.

"It's stronger than expected, we have to change our way."

After hearing his words, Zhao Song, who had used the power of the wind to seal the door, closed his open palms, and the invisible wind disappeared without a trace.

He returned to Jingchen in a few steps, squatted down nervously and looked at the person: "Is it so powerful? Even the mage said so, we won't be stuck in this dungeon forever without completing the mission, no."

Jingchen shook her head slightly: "No, I can only say that my soul-calling magic circle is not attractive enough for infant spirits."

"Change to a more gentle way, try to influence him, baby... just miss the mother."

His voice was gentle, as if he thought of the scene of a loving mother and a filial son, he stood up after speaking.

Zhao Song smelled the flow of sandalwood in the air when he got up, touched the tip of his nose, and only after he realized what the other party said just now, followed his steps and stood still in the last cubicle.

Even the place where the separated baby died in this compartment is also the place where Wu Ting was injured and died after pulling out her tongue. Wu Ting's blood has not been cleaned up...

And the names on the wooden board in the compartment reappeared brightly.

At this time, seeing Wu Ting's name above, the meaning couldn't be clearer.

This is probably the death list.Jingchen looked carefully at the first name...

"Do you still remember the female doctor we met in the gynecology department of the hospital?"

Zhao Song obviously didn't remember, "There are quite a few, who are you talking about?"

"It's the one with Ruan Xiaohong written on the doctor's certificate on his chest."

Even if Jing Chen explained it this way, Zhao Song still couldn't remember it. After all, everyone was wearing a badge, so he didn't look at it much. "Your eyesight is really good. After all, I didn't pay much attention to these details when it was far away."

Ruan Xiaohong...

Because of this detail, Zhao Song also looked at the names on the partition, and after such a reminder, they could be connected.

"You mean, they will be the same person?" Zhao Song tentatively asked.

Jing Chen retracted his eyes, "Yes, so we need Ruan Xiaohong's help."

"It seems that it is not easy to save ghost infants." After helping Jingchen pack up the ritual items, Si Guo always spoke with a bit of distress.

You must know that the mage usually has a good work and rest at 23 o'clock. Of course, he will feel sorry for staying up so late today without much gain.

"This road doesn't work, so just go another one." Jingchen himself has a good attitude.

They have left the toilet and are heading towards the classroom.

You can't go back to the dormitory, so you can only sleep in the classroom.

The main task this time is to get rid of the ghost baby that has troubled Berlin High School for a long time, and the secondary task is to become an excellent student.

However, I don't know how to judge "excellent" students.

If it were other students, they would be worried that the classroom would be haunted at night, and Jingchen and the others were eager for ghosts to come, but they didn't see a single ghost.

Can only sleep on the stomach in the position.

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Di Gong's hand that pushed open the classroom door was still on the doorknob, but he stood there without moving.

The two desks next to each other in the back row were originally Zheng Xiang, who was sleeping on the desk with their arms touching each other.

This has something to do with going to bed too late last night, but even so, Jingchen still heard the sound of the door opening dimly, and tried to wake up and opened his eyes.

The line of sight became a narrow gap, which gradually widened, and Di Gong's tall and stalwart figure first occupied his eyes, and his voice was still lazy and sleepy: "Teacher, what are you doing this morning?"

Jing Chen was fully awake when he saw the man lift Zhao Song effortlessly by the back of the collar, and it took less than three seconds from sleepy unconsciousness to shock.

Zhao Song, who fell down, ushered in a brand new day amidst his own wailing.

"Not sleeping in the dormitory, but sleeping in the classroom, what were you doing last night?" Di Gong was expressionless, with a cold look in his eyes, obviously displeased.

But this is only for Zhao Song.

Aggrieved, Zhao Song stood up and patted the ashes on his body. Looking at Jingchen, who was treated differently from himself, and at the meticulous teacher, he tried to explain: "We study all night to get good grades in the exam."

His voice became smaller and smaller, because Di Gong's eyes told him that the lie had been seen through.

But Di Gong didn't say much, and left with his thin lips tightly pressed.

Jingchen could see the scales flashing past the knife-like jaw line before the other party turned around, and even... he could even see a drop of wax on the side of the other party's leather heel.

He thought of something, but then felt that it was impossible, only thinking that he was wrong for the first time.

Time can't be wasted, Jingchen and the others asked for leave the next day and went to the hospital.

But I didn't expect that Ruan Xiaohong invited them to shut the door before seeing them, because he was not interested in meeting the two students.

In the end, he could only stop the other party on his way off work, although this seemed a bit abrupt and easily frightened people.Like now...

"Are you following me? I remember that you are the girl's classmate from last time, right?" Ruan Xiaohong looked back and forth between the two, her tone full of vigilance, as if she regarded her as a pervert.

Jing Chen adjusted the collar of his shirt with his fingers, and his face was full of righteousness, but a careful look at the slightly red ears revealed him.

"We just wanted to ask you for a favor, no one else could do this but you."

Ruan Xiaohong has been in the society for many years, but when she saw the school badge on their school uniform, she still couldn't help but recall the past memories in her mind.

She still didn't restrain her curiosity, looked at the handsome young man in front of her, "What's the matter?"

But what the other party said next made her palms sweat.

"You once gave birth in the women's bathroom, and killed him to be precise... So you have a grudge in Berlin High School. Now you have a good job and start a new life without incident, forget the past."

"But since you left, ghost babies have killed many people, most of them have no good end, very miserable."

Some of the information was found out by him after investigation. Jingchen looked at the woman's face while talking, and knew that even if what he said was not completely right, he was probably [-]% right.

It took Ruan Xiaohong a long time to calm down, she forced herself to calm down, and denied: "What nonsense are you talking about? I can't understand a word, get out of the way, I'm going home. Follow me, I'm going to call the police."

She squeezed the two of them away with her body, passed through the middle, and walked quickly.It's like running away.

Jingchen grabbed Zhao Song's arm to stop the other party's impulse, and raised his voice towards the woman's back: "It seems that you are not moved by other people's experiences, but this is really only you can do."

"He is your child. Only you can resolve his grievances and undo the curse of Berlin High School, so that there will be no new victims. And no one can guarantee that the next victim will be you. He has come to your hospital."

Ruan Xiaohong went out for a long time, and even wrapped herself in a quilt when she returned home, Jingchen's voice was still echoing in her ears.

When I close my eyes, I think of that night many years ago. I should have forgotten it a long time ago, but I don’t know why, I keep thinking about it.

She said to herself: "It is impossible for ghosts to exist in this world, otherwise he would definitely come to me... And I killed more than one child. If there were ghosts, wouldn't everyone in our department deserve to die?" ?”

As a firm materialist, she will embark on the path of a doctor. As a gynecologist, one of her jobs is to help women who do not want to have children to abort.

The number of babies destroyed by her hands over the years is very large.

"Yes, am I fine? Don't get into trouble."

……

Recently, Jingchen was appointed as the representative of the mathematics class, and had to take time off to complete more things in the midst of being busy.

Although this task is not tiring, such as helping Emperor Gong deliver papers and collecting students' homework, it is not difficult.

Just like now, he was carrying a thick stack of things, and he put them down only after he came to Di Gong's office.

It's not heavy for him.

Di Gong closed the book casually with his bony hands, leaned back on the chair, and gently parted his thin and tight lips: "Come here, let's grade the papers together."

The author says:

In the future, Lao Gong may play a lot more ovo