Shihekou Middle School, third floor of Teaching Building No. 1, in the classroom at the end of the corridor.
A severe fire seed to have occurred here. The walls were blackened, covered in deep and shallow burn marks that were twisted and strange, looking like souls struggling in a sea of fire.
A violent aura seed to perate the air. The temperature inside the classroom hadn't changed, but being in it gave a strange, hot feeling all over.
Even stranger, the discarded desks and chairs were completely intact, without any trace of being burned, as if they had "grown" back after the fire.
Little Maid A Hua looked around with a solemn expression. She had read the file on Shihekou Middle School, and there was indeed a classroom that had been burned down in the file.
However, that classroom was not in Teaching Building No. 1, but in Teaching Building No. 3, deeper within the abandoned campus.
A Hua frowned, a terrifying thought surfacing in her mind.
Could it be...
This damned school had "co alive"?
Had the various classrooms, as its "organs," begun to move randomly? A Hua wondered.
Among the urban legend incidents resolved by the Night Watch over the years, it wasn't unheard of for rumors of urban legend gathering places to spread for a long ti, eventually resulting in all the urban legend forming a more powerful and terrifying entity through a process sowhere between mutual Devour and mutual fusion.
The Spiritual Energy of such an entity was more chaotic, unstable, and destructive than that of individual urban legend.
Under A Hua's gaze, the mbers of the Special Operations Team flipped over desks and chairs, ticulously searching every corner of the classroom.
Before long, a mber of the Special Operations Team suddenly stood up and waved to A Hua and his teammates, "Co here and take a look, there's a discovery here."
Hearing this, everyone imdiately stopped what they were doing and gathered around.
Under the pale light of the flashlights, the lted and cooled tal on the ground was covered in handprints. Looking at those handprints, one could sense the pain they contained just from their twisted and struggling shapes. Staring at them for a long ti, a mournful cry seed to appear in their ears as if it were a hallucination.
A Hua stared at the handprints for a few seconds and said, "Collect the fingerprints on them and take them back later to compare with the recent missing persons data."
"Yes!" The Special Operations Team mber who found the handprints responded, and imdiately took out a simple fingerprint collection tool from his portable toolkit.
A Hua looked at the other two and said, "Let him stay busy? We'll continue searching and see if we can find any other clues or details."
"No problem!" The two responded in unison and continued to split up and act.
...
In front of Teaching Building No. 1.
Du Sixian's Group B hurried over, entered the dark doorway, and were quickly swallowed by the darkness.
The mont she stepped into the teaching building, Du Sixian had a strange feeling, as if in the vast, unclear darkness before her, many people were hidden. They were watching her secretly, their eyes greedy yet full of fear, like a group of malicious onlookers.
"Clatter—clatter—!"
The three accompanying Special Operations Team mbers simultaneously turned on their powerful flashlights, and the teaching building, sealed in darkness, was unveiled before their eyes.
Dust floated in the murky air, large, unknown stains covered the yellowed walls, and the tal doors and window fras on both sides of the corridor were covered in rust.
The scene before her seed even more dilapidated than the last ti she ca. Although less than a month had passed, Du Sixian had a strange thought that ti itself would beco distorted in this abandoned school.
Since entering Shihekou Middle School, she had been carefully restraining her every move, trying to appear as if she were completely unfamiliar with the place.
When she heard the ssage from the C Group mbers via the baogang cang owl badge, reporting a special discovery on the third floor of Teaching Building No. 1, her emotions finally showed panic.
She had never told anyone that she had been to Shihekou Middle School before, as if a voice in her subconscious was preventing her from doing so.
She also felt that doing so was right and did not resist the guidance of her subconscious.
Noticing Du Sixian's unusual state, An Qing put a hand on her shoulder, as if to encourage her, and gently squeezed.
"Don't be afraid. As a mber of the Night Watch, you'll see scenes like this often in the future."
"That's right!" The accompanying Special Operations Team mbers also chid in, "Miss Du, the urban legend here have low intelligence and are timid. They usually won't attack us on their own."
"This is nothing, really. When we were on a mission in that graveyard mountain, damn it, there was a ghost wall every five steps and a walking corpse every ten steps. I almost peed my pants."
"Exactly, exactly. Leave anything that happens to us! We're big, strong n, and after this mission, we'll treat you to skewers!"
Their words sounded strange? Du Sixian looked at the three accompanying Special Operations Team mbers. At this mont, they seed to have turned into old Generals on a stage.
"Pfft! Alright, you guys stop ssing with the Little Girl."
"What's that word? Right, when things reach an extre, they reverse! Extrely unlucky is lucky. This can be considered a special tradition of the Hua City Si Ye Hui Special Operations Team, right?"
Du Sixian, "..."
This tradition... is truly hard to describe!
"Oh, and this tradition was also left behind by that waste-stream genius!"
Du Sixian was slightly taken aback. An Qing had told her that the legendary genius was practically an idol to many Special Operations Team mbers who had poor Spiritual Energy talent, or even weren't talented enough to beco Psychic.
It was indeed a very normal thing to imitate an idol.
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Du Sixian had thought that the legendary figure who developed a special path for Psychic would be sowhat aloof. Now, hearing An Qing say this, she found him sowhat interesting and cute.
...
When Du Sixian arrived at the familiar classroom on the third floor of the teaching building with An Qing and her group, A Hua had already led the Special Operations Team mbers of Group C in searching more than half of the desks and chairs, with only those in the four corners of the classroom left untouched.
Upon entering the classroom, An Qing slightly frowned at the scene before her, looked at A Hua, exchanged glances with her, and then turned to look at the accompanying Du Sixian and the Special Operations Team mbers.
"Shall we help too?"
"No problem!" Everyone responded in unison and scattered, searching through the desks and chairs one by one.
Scenes from her mory kept surfacing, and Du Sixian stood rooted to the spot for a while.
How did this classroom beco like this?
Could this be the traces left by the Expert fighting those urban legend before?
It's terrifying. Looking at this, the Expert probably risked her life to save , didn't she?
Du Sixian compared the damage she could cause with Red Fla Flash to the extent of the damage to the walls around this classroom, and couldn't help but be secretly amazed by the Expert's strength.
"Du Sixian? Are you okay?"
"No, I'm fine."
After being lost in thought for a while, Du Sixian only ca back to her senses when An Qing called out to her and walked towards a corner of the classroom.
She did as the others did, checked the area under a desk, carefully tipped the desk and chair onto the ground, ticulously searched the drawer, and then quickly moved on to the next area.
anwhile, she faintly heard An Qing and A Hua whispering.
"How's the situation? Did you find anything before we ca?"
"Yes, seeing the scene here, I initially thought the entire school had beco integrated, but after careful inspection, I found that things weren't as I thought," A Hua said.
"What do you an?" An Qing frowned.
"I sensed residual Spiritual Energy fluctuations from urban legend combat here, as well as traces of a special ritual."
"Are you sure it was only urban legend combat? Were there any Psychic or anything?" An Qing pressed.
"I'm very sure," A Hua stated firmly.
Du Sixian's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.
How could this be? Listening to them, there were no traces of Psychic fighting here?
Then wouldn't the Expert be a Strange Tale? Should I...
No, no, even if the Expert is a Strange Tale, she's not an evil Strange Tale. Didn't she save ?
No wonder her whereabouts were so secretive. Was it because of this, because she didn't want to be discovered by the Night Watch?
Perhaps the voice in my dream that guided to the Night Watch was also the Expert's doing. She didn't want to continue having contact with a Strange Tale like her, and wanted to walk a bright path!
As Du Sixian thought, Lu Yibei's image in her mind instantly changed from that of a reclusive Expert to a noble Strange Tale with a kind heart, who was misunderstood and could only walk in the darkness, silently working.
Imdiately after, she pricked up her ears and listened to An Qing and A Hua's conversation even more attentively.
"However, although it can be confird that there were urban ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ legend fighting here,..."
"It's been too long, and it's impossible to determine the exact type anymore?" An Qing interrupted.
As a cadre in the Night Watch who also handled Strange Tale corpse dissection and on-site analysis, An Qing was particularly clear about this situation.
The accuracy of analyzing Strange Tale types through residual Spiritual Energy fluctuations was affected by ti.
Psychic who had mastered analysis thods and Spells could almost completely restore the characteristics and abilities of a certain type of Strange Tale within an hour.
If it exceeded twenty-four hours, the information that could be obtained would drastically decrease. If it exceeded a week, only so superficial and vague information could be obtained.
If it exceeded a month, let alone obtaining any information, even the analysis thods and Spells would have a high probability of failing.
While listening to An Qing and A Hua talking back and forth, Du Sixian searched the desks and chairs. Inadvertently, she reached her hand into a desk and touched sothing.
The surface of the object was smooth and hard, and a slight coolness emanated from it. The mont she touched it, Du Sixian was startled and almost cried out. Imdiately after, she had a strangely familiar feeling.
She took a deep breath, cald her emotions, grabbed the object, and pulled it out slightly without a change in expression. When she saw a corner of the object, her pupils suddenly constricted.
Just as she had guessed, she recognized it at a glance. It was the white porcelain plate that Pharaoh and the others had used for the Disc Spirit ga before.
Just then, she heard An Qing and A Hua talking.
"Then I have no other way. If we can find any special items, we can take them back and let Gu Xiliu enter a dream to communicate with spirits."
"She's such a slacker, all she does is sleep. Perhaps that's the only use she has?"
"Of course, if she had that talent, we would have stewed her into pigeon soup long ago!" An Qing joked.
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