Chapter
Five
Postscript: The end is the beginning
1. Two months after the incident, everything is as quiet as ever. The cool autumn weather in the south seems to have been skipped, and winter arrives without warning.
Overnight, people put on long sleeves or blouses.
The pine trees on the side of the downhill slope are covered with the vicissitudes of aging and are not as green as when the summer sun shines.
For the south, the cold always comes suddenly at night. In the morning, when you wake up and open your eyes, you will always be surprised to find that the breath of winter has already filled the world.
There won't be the heavy snow in the north here, but there will be the same cold wind.
Such wind squeezed in through the gaps in the windows that were not closed tightly, making a whistling sound and bringing a cold signal from outside.
Eight twenty. When Lin Yue woke up and got up from the bed, Uncle Bin and Sister Sang had already gone to class.
Teachers usually get up earlier than students and arrive in class earlier. But even if they didn't get up early, they would still get up much earlier than Lin Yue.
Yes, he skipped the first class as usual in order to get up late. Even though it was Sister Sang's class, she showed no mercy.
After washing up, Lin Yue was wearing a short-sleeved pure white school shirt, a dark blue leather jacket, and a pair of pure black slim pants as usual. He put on the unique dark blue newsboy hat, and he just got used to it. A simple outfit for autumn, heading out to feel the almost winter cold.
The path connecting the teachers' dormitory to the teaching building is not very long. He can reach it within ten minutes even if he walks at a walking pace.
Halfway through, it was now 8:35. Lin Yue calculated the time so that he could arrive in the classroom after the first get out of class and before the second class.
Although I planned to walk at a walking pace, I still speeded up unknowingly. So he breathed white and walked downstairs of the teaching building.
The bell rang as you entered the building. A few students were the first to pour out of the classroom, like waves pouring out of a plate. He looked at them and walked toward the stairs.
Entering the classroom, I found that the atmosphere was good. The previous chaotic situation, like a gathering place for gangsters, had long since disappeared.
Is this the former Class C? He almost wanted to go out and look at the class card again to make sure he was in the wrong class.
"You didn't come to the first class again. Sister Sang was almost mad." Lan Xi put the chemistry textbook for the previous class into the desk drawer and took out the English book for the next class.
She thought that Lin Yue would use some lame excuses like he did a few days ago when summer was still hanging over her, but she didn't expect that he would not respond directly today.
"You shouldn't be..." She guessed that he rushed to the classroom to attend class and was tired from running.
Or maybe you haven't woken up yet?
After Lin Yue sat down, he took out his English book and pen and put them on the table. Then he watched the news on his mobile phone and waited until class.
Holy Cross College is more in line with international standards than other schools and attaches great importance to foreign language teaching. Therefore, in the first year of high school, students have already completed all the English courses in the third year of high school, and have been exposed to advanced English since the second year of high school, including English translation, English speech and English literature. In terms of advanced level, they are already very few in the country.
The English class of Class C was replaced by a female foreign teacher. She had blond hair, blue eyes, tall figure, sweet voice, rich teaching methods, and even fluent Chinese. Her words and deeds fascinated all the male students.
It even has a certain place in discussions among female students.
A perfect teacher for high school students.
On the first day of teaching, she asked the students not to call her teacher, but to call her Rose like a friend.
Lan Xi feels that Rose is very similar to the American female singer Taylor Swift.
Rose is not only an idol teacher, but also a powerful teacher, and she is also very emotional.
When she talks about Shakespeare, sonnets, and "Romeo and Juliet", her lecture style will become tender or passionate, making the whole class intoxicated in a romantic sea of flowers.
When she talked about "Gone with the Wind", her voice was low and trembling, and sometimes she burst into tears. She talked about Yeats's "When You Are Old" and felt deep regret and regret for the poet's unrequited love.
Sometimes they will discuss movies after class and take time to play clips from classic movies such as "The Blue Bridge" and "Casablanca".
Most of the students don't understand. Most of them just follow the teacher's wishes and swallow the jujube. Most of them just watch whether the person in the movie is handsome or beautiful. Just like a five- or six-year-old child, even if he can't understand a Tang poem, he still goes there in silence. Read the same.
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(Only those who have never been hurt will laugh at the wounds on others. Be gentle! What light is shining in the window over there?
That is the East, and Juliet is the sun! Rise, beautiful sun! Drive away the jealous moon, she is already pale with anger because her female disciple is much more beautiful than her...)
Lin Yue recited the dialogue of the hero Romeo in "Romeo and Juliet" in class. The clear enunciation is only an evaluation of his English skills, while the richness of voice and emotion is a complete compliment. It was as if the person opposite him was indeed his Juliet.
The teacher was happy to perform this type of dialogue with this outstanding student.
The class kicked off the drama. The atmosphere, emotional colors, and expressions sometimes make it difficult to tell the truth from the lie.
Rather than saying that it is a drama or reality, it is better to say that it is an ambiguity between and different from the two.
"So you came all the way to English class today just to act out this romantic dialogue with Rose?"
After school, on the downhill slope at dusk. Lin Yue said he wanted to go outside the school to buy some things, so he walked with Lan Xi.
"What?" Lin Yue was lost in thought as soon as he stepped out of the classroom door.
He didn't come back to his senses until his companion spoke, but he still didn't hear clearly what the other party was saying.
"Forget it! Why are you so absent-minded lately? Are you talking less?"
"It's true that you talk more..." Lin Yue's casual answer made sense.
She is no longer as introverted as she was three months ago. Instead, she has become much more lively and cheerful, and has gotten to know some of her classmates.
Even though they had never given a helping hand before. A few days ago, she went back to the school's psychological counseling room and passed the test, and happily discovered this fact. Then she not only told her best friend in another class about the result, but also told Lin Yue.
Lan Xi suddenly walked forward quickly and blocked his companions. As if he suddenly understood the answer to the previous question, he asked in a surprised tone: "Could it be that you..."
"how do I?"
"You..." Lan Xi was still a little unconvinced by her own speculation, and she was also vague. She looked at Lin Yue with doubtful eyes, and finally asked: "Do you have a crush on Rose?"
The other party almost slipped. "Are you kidding me? I'm over a hundred years old and I'm really not in the mood for this." He denied it simply.
"Really?" Lan Xi was dubious, "I can see that you had an unusual relationship with Shanshan from the poetry club."
"Ha..." Lin Yue smiled to calm himself down, but he was still hit hard in his heart, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead: "This is really a bit complicated, hard to explain."
"It's not too complicated..." Lan Xi crossed her arms, raised her head and walked forward, "Isn't it just the relationship between underground lovers? Don't worry, I understand. I have read a lot of love novels."
"What kind of romance novel are you reading? It also talks about lovers... Do high school students nowadays like to read novels about love triangles?"
"I've been watching it since elementary school."
"Well..." Lin Yue was surprisingly calm after being overly surprised, "Do you understand? Is it enjoyable?"
"It's quite enjoyable. Should you choose your first wife? Or your lover? Or the girl you slept with last night? Your first wife can give you peace, warmth and security, and is a home-like haven;
A lover can give people throbbing, exciting and rekindled feelings, while a one-night stand girl is a fleeting moment of supreme passion.
Which one to choose? If you choose one, you have to abandon the other two. The tangled state of mind of the male protagonist really makes people want to punch him a few times to wake him up. "
"It can be said that I have completely gotten to know you today. Please allow me to look at you with new eyes, classmate Lan Xi."
With that said, Lin Yue really looked at Lan Xi again.
Today she is wearing a pure white tweed jacket that is popular in autumn;
The long hair is let down, with two sections in front and the rest behind.
After the two laughed, they fell into a quiet and awkward silence.
It was particularly peaceful today - not the superficial tranquility of no sound, but the peaceful tranquility of no dangerous things happening, no storms or waves.
"Are you leaving at the end of the semester?" Lan Xi suddenly asked.
"Well, it seems that there have been more incidents involving demons recently, and the organization has become busy with work. We were not allowed to take such a long vacation.
But I always felt that Holy Cross College was not completely safe, and Uncle Bin believed in my judgment, so he continued to stay. "
"Okay. Contact me more in the future, but don't forget me as a friend." Lan Xi continued to walk in front, maintaining the original speed and not looking back.
"It's so simple. It makes me a little sad. Why don't you just leave me alone?"
"It's not good to force others to make things difficult."
"Actually, it's not that far..." Lin Yue stretched out, "I won't leave this city for probably the first half of next year. When we have time, let's go out and play together."
"well."
Lin Yue felt a little sad that he was so cold.
After all, they are also companions who risk their lives to walk through the Styx Channel of Hell, pass through explosive flames, and thrilling street corners together!
He touched his head in annoyance. "Aiyou, I forgot my hat in the drawer! Wait for me!" After Lin Yue finished speaking, he entered the school gate and ran back to the teaching building.
He quickly returned to the classroom and retrieved his hat.
That was the only gift that person gave to himself.
He put on his hat as if it were lost and found again.
Then he looked around the Class C classroom that he was about to leave. Here, he seemed to have returned to his past student days.
He happened to glance at a seat that had been vacant for a month.
Huang Yi has not come to class for more than a month.
Although Lin Yue thought it would be better for such people to stay away, this seemed very wrong. This feeling that something is wrong seems to be involved in the solved case.
Hasn't it been determined that Huang Yi has nothing to do with this case?
Why do you feel this way?
There was still something wrong with this incident, but he couldn't tell what it was. Although the organization has announced that the case has been closed, Lin Yue thought that it seemed that it could not end simply like this. Lin Yue sat quietly in his seat, forgetting everything. No, he has not forgotten Lan Xi.
Because the first person to consider that something was wrong was Lan Xi.
Not that there's anything suspicious about her...but why is there something wrong with her as the "Holy Blood Witch"?
Don't think about this first. Think again of the prisoner. The prisoner is a demon policeman who signed a contract with the devil to obtain magical power.
Thinking of this, Lin Yue shuddered.
It's not because of the cold wind blowing in at nearly six o'clock at this moment.
Because what was colder than the cold wind was the sudden awakening that struck the truth in Lin Yue's mind.
The captured prisoner was just a demon policeman who signed a contract with a demon, and his ability to sign a contract with Zhong Mo was definitely not strong.
Otherwise, Uncle Bin would not have eliminated the enemy so easily.
So how did the prisoner learn about the high-level sacrifices recorded in the "Magic Codex"? Uncle Bin's words ring true in his ears. Only high-level angels and high-level demons are qualified to view the "Magic Codex".
"In other words, there is a mastermind in this sacrifice case. The mastermind is a high-level demon and has not been caught yet." Lin Yue muttered to himself, feeling chills all over his body.
"In other words, if the mastermind goes to find the "spirit" again, the sacrificial ceremony will still continue! Lan Xi will still be in danger! "
Lin Yue almost wanted to jump out of the window and immediately guarded Lan Xi, but as soon as he raised his feet, he stopped again.
"No...no...that's the second thing that's wrong." This is what's wrong with Lan Xi.
Before the case was over, someone said something casual to him. That sentence vaguely came to mind.
"But she is still only seventeen years old, her magic power has not yet been discovered, and her "spirit" is still not that pure. She is not yet a qualified Holy Blood Witch. "
Lan Xi was still seventeen years old at the time, and was not yet a qualified Holy Blood Witch. At that time, her "spirit" was not pure enough, which meant that it did not meet the conditions for high-level sacrifice.
Did the prisoner make a mistake?
Forget it, if you make a mistake, you make a mistake. This has become history.
But Lin Yue must find the real owner of the "spirit", otherwise, the sacrifice will not be over yet.
No more delay! Think fast! Think fast!
Lin Yue sent a text message to Lan Xi: "Something happens suddenly, please reply first."
After sending it, for some reason, he suddenly felt like he was in another world.
No matter, think quickly! Think quickly! Think about the strange things you have encountered before that have not yet been solved!
Master once taught that if your thinking gets stuck, try to start over from the beginning.
…
Back to the first thing that went wrong.
correct! What happened to Huang Yi? He didn't come to class for a month?
By the way, why can Huang Yi use magic power?
He clearly didn't sign a contract with any devil!
Otherwise, he wouldn't have just used that poor magic weapon in the battle with Lin Yue.
Why is Huang Yi born with the ability to use magic?
He's not human? Or……
In addition to demons, there are also descendants of demons who are born with the ability to use magic. Nephilim, the son of an angel and a demon, is also considered a descendant of the demon.
"What?" Lin Yue came to a frightening conclusion: "Is it possible that Huang Yi is the son of the Holy Demon?"
Moreover, he has been missing for more than a month and has not come to class. I am afraid... he has been used as a sacrifice by the mastermind behind the scenes... and the result of this is... the ancient demon god Nedinger has awakened.
No wonder there have been more demon incidents recently. Although Lin Yue has not been out on missions recently, he has heard from Uncle Bin about the increase in demons.
The inferences seemed increasingly pessimistic, and he hoped he was wrong. Without further ado, he woke up and left the classroom.
He must return to the place where the sacrifice was held as soon as possible to search for clues.
The last ray of the setting sun covered his leaving back.
Lan Xi, who was waiting outside the school road, was a little confused after receiving Lin Yue's text message: What happened to him? Could it be that he was angry and didn't want to go to the store with her? With this question in her mind, she left alone.
The setting sun covered her leaving figure.
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It's ten minutes past ten at night. Someone rang the doorbell of the poetry club.
"Who is it? It's so late." Sister Sang was in the SPA with volcanic mud on her face. She didn't want to open the door for fear of scaring the visitors in the middle of the night.
Uncle Bin pressed the "pause button" on the remote control, and the American movie "The Last Goodbye" played on the TV froze at a certain scene. "Is Lin Yue back?" He walked over and opened the door.
To his surprise, the person who came was Lan Xi, panting and white mist coming out of his mouth. The pure white coat was stained with the color of night.
It's a bit cold outside. It was not long after school was over for Wanxiu, so why did she suddenly visit the poetry club?
"excuse me……"
"What's wrong? It's cold outside. Come in and have a cup of tea first." Uncle Bin invited Lan Xi into the house.
Earlier, Uncle Bin was watching a movie and Sister Sang was doing beauty treatments. "It's so late. Did you miss something here?"
Lan Xi shook his head and asked, "Where is Lin Yue?"
"He? Didn't come back. He probably went to fool around somewhere again on Friday night."
"Okay! Originally I came here specifically to apologize, but it seems like he doesn't take it to heart, so forget it."
"Let's have a cup of tea before we go." In a blink of an eye, Uncle Bin had poured hot water into the guest's cup with tea bags. He had just run out of tea leaves a few days ago, so he had no choice but to use convenient tea bags.
"You said you apologized to him? What happened?"
"A young couple had a conflict? It's normal. But if the girl wants to apologize to the boy, that guy is too unkind, right?"
Sister Sang sat on the sofa, folded her arms, closed her eyes and applied a facial mask, but she still joined the chat with such complaints.
"No, no, no..." Lan Xi was still a little uncomfortable after receiving Lin Yue's text message in the afternoon. She wondered if she was too indifferent to him when she told him the sad words that she was about to leave?
She didn't want to hurt her feelings, after all, they were still good friends who had gone through adversity together. So I took advantage of the evening to come over to the poetry club to find him. "We agreed to go shopping together."
"Are you really leaving a text message like this to let you go? When he comes back later, I'll kick him for you." Sister Sang promised.
"Actually, you don't need to take this to heart..." Uncle Bin sat back in his old man's chair, took a sip of hot tea, and took off his glasses, "He is not as narrow-minded as you think, maybe it's just true I just left when something suddenly happened."
"At that time, I heard that you were about to leave, and I was very reluctant to let go! But I didn't know how to make jokes like him to resolve emotions, so I didn't say much. Really, I don't understand this." Lan Xi complained and drank several sips of hot tea.
"Hahaha, all the feasts in the world come to an end." Uncle Bin laughed, "He really doesn't understand women's hearts very well. Do you want me to tell you about his ex-girlfriend?"
"Uncle Bin..." After Sister Sang took off the mask, she walked to the sink and washed her hands and said, "You are telling Lin Yue's future girlfriend about his ex-girlfriend. Aren't you deliberately trying to tease him? "
"What the hell is his future girlfriend..." Lan Xi pointed at herself and retorted with a blush, "Also, what is the situation with his ex-girlfriend?"
Then Uncle Bin and Sister Sang kept snickering.
Uncle Bin looked at the wall clock on the wall, "It's almost half past ten, and it's not too early. It's not too late to find him on Monday. Or you can come to play tomorrow. It's best to come in the afternoon. Usually he He didn't wake up that early, and the way he looked when he woke up at noon was not easy to see."
"All right."
Uncle Bin sent Lan Xi to the door: "If you are interested in his ex-girlfriend, you can ask me at any time, provided that he is not here!"
"this……"
"Hahaha, stop making trouble, be careful on the road."
After bidding farewell to Lan Xi, Uncle Bin took a long breath.
Sister Sang was about to wash up and go to sleep. She dozed off and told Uncle Bin: "I won't wait for Lin Yue to come back. Go to bed first. Remember to leave the door unlocked."
"Why are you sleeping..." Uncle Bin scolded his companion in a rare serious tone, and put on the coat hanging on the wall as quickly as possible, getting ready as if he was going out in the middle of the night. "Go find Lin Yue!"
"What's wrong?" Sister Sang was surprised.
"It's so weird." Uncle Bin muttered these words and entered the room, took out his black box full of props, and still muttered to himself when he walked out of the room, "It's so weird."
Then he explained: "With his character, he will not break an appointment casually. Even in today's situation, it seems that he has encountered a demon. After he slayed the demon, he will tell me as soon as possible, whether it is sending a text message or talking on the phone. . He has not heard from him yet, which means that it has not been resolved yet... This is troublesome!"
"I also feel very uneasy when you say that. His strength is not incredible, he must have encountered a particularly troublesome situation! Why didn't he tell us first?"
"Maybe it's too urgent, or something terrible happened suddenly and I didn't have time to notify you? No matter, hurry up!"
Uncle Bin waited anxiously for Sang to get a new one. Five minutes later, she set out in plain clothes, taking with her a few bottles of emergency alchemy potions.
The two went out overnight. According to Lan Xi's previous description, Lin Yue must have gone to the classroom to get back the hat he left behind.
So the two went to the classroom to look for clues first. The classroom door was locked late at night, and Sister Sang spilled some strange potion to melt the door.
The classroom door, which was originally very secure and blocked the way, instantly turned into a shapeless pile of mud.
"Isn't this too exaggerated..."
"What are you afraid of? It will return to shape later. But you, hurry in and look for clues."
Uncle Bin found Lin Yue's location based on his memory, rummaged through the drawers and found that the hat had been taken away. "He came here and took the hat away, which shows what happened after he left the classroom... No, there are no signs of fighting in the classroom, and there are none nearby, which shows that nothing unusual happened here."
"Did he be attacked by surprise?"
"He was more cautious than the two of us. Maybe he thought of something and ran away suddenly."
Sang Huanxin looked around the dark classroom, "Did he see some hidden demon here and go out to chase it?"
"I don't see it like..." Uncle Bin took out a compass-like prop from the black box.
That can temporarily replace the departed Shanshan's keen sense of smell to determine the presence of demonic breath.
Then he judged: "There is no aura of demons here at all, no trace at all."
"Maybe you bumped into something when you took the hat out?"
"It's impossible. I paid attention to the situation nearby when I came here just now, and there was nothing there."
"Then what did he see here that made him change his mind and suddenly disappear?"
"Yes." Uncle Bin kept pacing back and forth in the narrow passage between the desks.
"Nothing happened here, it's normal..." But I still couldn't think of anything. The mind is in a knot.
"Uncle Bin..." Sister Sang couldn't help much in terms of reasoning, so she could only advise him to calm down.
"Try to think like Lin Yue?"
"Okay, I'll try my best. That guy's thinking moves very fast, and I may not be able to take it in." Uncle Bin closed his eyes.
Everything has a cause. So there must be a reason for this sudden disappearance.
Previously, Lin Yue had been telling Uncle Bin that there was something wrong with the high-level sacrifice case. Uncle Bin believed his doubts, so he stayed.
It might have something to do with Lin Yue's previous suspicion.
Then, what did Lin Yue see here or think of something that made him suddenly change his mind and go on the mission alone?
Has anything unusual happened to Class C? It's been pretty calm lately, and there haven't been any unusual situations related to high-level sacrifices.
If you insist on talking about unusual things, it is also separate from the demon incident.
wrong. Uncle Bin remembered that Huang Yi had not come to class for more than a month. On the first day he was absent, Uncle Bin contacted his parents, but to no avail. The school also contacted the police, but nothing happened.
He remembered that Huang Yi could use magic power and showed it during the fight with Lin Yue, so he took out the magic weapon. He didn't sign a contract with the devil, so why did he have magic power?
"Huang Yi is a Nephilim... the son of the Holy Demon... We have all ignored this!"
Sister Sang didn't know how he reasoned it out, but she must be right.
"Does this... have anything to do with Lin Yue's disappearance? Could it be that Huang Yi made an appointment with Lin Yue again?"
"No, no, it's impossible. Think about it, if Huang Yi is a Nephilim, then he might also be one of the sacrifices in the high-level sacrifice!"
"But hasn't the prisoner been arrested?"
"But that doesn't mean there was only one prisoner who wanted to resurrect Nightinger."
"But since then there has been no case of the deceased being skinned or other more brutal murders."
"That's right. But we didn't find any of the previous sacrifices." Uncle Bin answered Sister Sang's questions one by one.
"No, no, I'm not thinking about this now, but I'm going to find Lin Yue. Once he realizes this, he will most likely go to the designated place where high-level sacrifices are performed again to look for clues!"
The rooftop of the library has long been blocked by the school. Since the murder, no one has been to the rooftop.
Uncle Bin walked up the stairs leading to the highest point of the school.
Walking to the last few steps, Sister Sang, who has a keen sense of smell, could actually smell the strong smell of blood through the closed metal door.
"There is blood!" This disgusting blood made her feel extremely uneasy.
"Yes." Uncle Bin was calm on the surface, but the impatience inside was like boiling steam covered by the lid of a pot.
Smelling blood while searching for companions is a very unlucky and disturbing thing.
There was a sound of dripping liquid on the stairs, like the operation of a water funnel calculating death. There was blood on the stairs. "To be precise, blood seeped through the cracks in the door and flowed into the stairs."
Sister Sang couldn't help but shiver, and it wasn't because of the cold. She hurriedly followed Uncle Bin and accidentally stepped on something soft, which startled her and let go of her foot.
Uncle Bin noticed Sister Sang's movement, turned his head and picked up the thing. It was Lin Yue's newsboy hat, which was already soaked with blood. Sister Sang covered her mouth and leaned her back against the wall, not daring to move forward any further.
"It's just a hat."
Uncle Bin used Sister Sang's alchemical potion to melt the door, and the endless night sky and the desolate white moon flashed before his eyes.
My ears were filled with the unique howling of the sad wind on a cold night.
There is a summoning magic circle painted on the ground that has just been used. It is newly painted and has been used recently.
What was even more frightening was the half-dried blood sprinkled on it, as if it had been poured out in a bucket.
The most chilling thing was the broken blades of a certain knife that were thrown in various corners.
Uncle Bin looked up at the night sky. There was no answer. Lin Yue's clues were completely cut off here.
No one wants to declare the facile conclusions reached here.
But beyond that, there are even bigger problems ahead.
"It seems that we have more powerful enemies that have not yet been defeated. Let's go back and make long-term plans."
Sister Sang silently took out a large transparent sealed bag, which she modified to be able to store all alchemy materials without deterioration.
She picked up the "Blue Sakura" that had been broken into three parts and other fragments that could be found at the scene, and packed the hat she found earlier in this bag.
Uncle Bin smoked a cigarette. Fireworks were originally prohibited on campus.
But at this moment... apart from this method, what else can be done to soothe my mood. "Call Shanshan back."
3. On Monday, it rained for the first time in December. The sky was so gray that it was hard to tell whether it was morning or afternoon.
"The East Park fire has been burning for three consecutive days and still shows no sign of stopping. The police are investigating the cause of the accident..."
"According to mountaineering witnesses, a large hole with a diameter of 20 meters was found on Hongshan Mountain in the Western District. The cause has not yet been identified..."
"A huge locust plague has occurred in the agricultural areas of western China, which is rare in a century. This year's crops are rarely harvested...Experts said they will try their best to stabilize food prices..."
After reading the news, Sister Sang curiously went back to her room, turned on her computer, and searched on the Internet.
The second piece of news turned out to have other details - about dozens of people committed mass suicide in a large cave.
Uncle Bin checked the regular price list on his mobile phone and found that medium rice had risen to 20 yuan per pound.
Neither is a good sign. The huge disaster is coming quietly at a perceptible speed.
It is now 5:45 pm. Lan Xi arrived as usual to learn alchemy from Teacher Sang.
After entering, she put away her umbrella, patted the rain on her coat, put on her slippers and walked into the hall.
"Lin Yue didn't come today, and he will definitely not be absent from the English class. So Rose has one less student who can respond positively to her lectures today, and she is not in a good mood."
"I didn't have time to tell you -" Uncle Bin brewed the fine Longjing tea and poured the hot water into the purple clay teapot. "He came back very late last night and immediately received the order from the organization. Early this morning So he set off to perform the mission. The content was quite tricky, and it would take some time for him to come back."
"It's rare for him to go out on missions alone. I thought you guys always worked together."
Lan Xi sat down, took out a small notebook containing many alchemy lectures from her schoolbag, and waited for Teacher Sang to come out.
"Haha, there are exceptions to everything." Uncle Bin brought a cup of tea to Lan Xi, "It's so cold outside, let's have a cup of tea first to calm down."
"I sent him a message to apologize at noon today, but he didn't reply to me." Lan Xi took it and took a sip.
Warmth rushes into the heart and spreads throughout the body.
"He must have been on a plane at the time. But when he got there, there was still no signal."
Lan Xi played with the lonely Pikachu doll on the sofa and didn't respond.
"We are also getting ready to leave." Uncle Bin took a sip of tea and told Lan Xi with a hint of regret.
"So suddenly...didn't you say you would stay until the end of the semester?"
"We also have to go out to perform a mission, and we all have contact with Lin Yue. However, our poetry club will not be banned by the school for the time being, and we will come back when we have time. So don't worry."
At this time, Sister Sang came out of the room with red eyes.
"Teacher Sang, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing. I just watched "Zhu Xian" last night and was so moved."
"Hey! Look! Baguio died so tragically! The so-called martial arts uprights are not good people!"
The two chatted about TV series for a while.
"I'm about to leave. I can't teach you alchemy for the time being, and I'm quite reluctant to do so." Sister Sang took out a thick A4-sized notebook, "It contains the essence of the notes I took when I was studying with the master. I give it to you. Yes, take it."
"Is this...a note written down by Teacher Sang himself? Is it important to you?"
"Take it, take it, I have already memorized it by heart. With your qualifications and being a Holy Blood Witch, you will definitely be able to digest it all quickly."
Lan Xi took it as if holding a precious treasure, and then bowed heavily. Sister Sang turned away and raised her head, trying her best not to let tears fall.
Lan Xi felt that the atmosphere today was strange, maybe it was exaggerated by the sadness of sudden separation.
"Today, I will teach you the last lesson. You have to take it seriously! Then you have to review what you have learned in the past."
The one-hour lecture time flies by.
Uncle Bin listened curiously for the first time, but after a while he lay on the sofa, covered with a blanket, and fell asleep.
"Oh, that's good..." Sister Sang commented to Lan Xi, "You can graduate from this difficult alchemy class!"
"How is that possible? I just learned a little bit..." Lan Xi smiled shyly.
"I mean, you have graduated from the difficult course of Elementary Alchemy! The rest is up to you to teach yourself!"
"Okay!" Lan Xi nodded, then stared at the closed bedroom door in the dormitory.
"By the way, sister Shanshan is back?"
"Yes. But she was too tired when she came back last night, so she slept until now. Even if she is a night owl, she is like this."
"Say hello to her for me..." Lan Xi packed up her pen and notebook in her schoolbag and prepared to go home, "We agreed a few days ago that we would go buy lipstick together!"
At this point, Lan Xi said goodbye and left the poetry club, heading home under the setting sun.
Soon after, Shanshan came out of the room, as if she had not slept at all. She felt that she didn't know how to lie and was afraid of being found out, so she just stayed in her room and watched TV.
"You owe her a shopping trip." Uncle Bin woke up at some point and heard the conversation between Sister Sang and Lan Xi, as well as what Shanshan said.
"Don't worry..." Shanshan came out and filled a small glass of water, drank it in one gulp, and continued: "Just now, when none of you were paying attention, I stuffed a farewell message note and a bottle of water into her schoolbag. Lipstick for her.”
Sister Sang and Uncle Bin were both surprised. They had never seen Shanshan's door open.
"When will we set off?" Shanshan asked, standing with her back against the wall, looking at Uncle Bin, waiting for him to issue an order.
"I'll leave in a while." Uncle Bin stretched and felt full of energy.
"The opponent is the ancient demon god Nedinger. The organization has told me its location. Later we will return to the rooftop where the high-level sacrifices were made, and jump to the demon world through the magic circle and the cracks in different dimensions to eradicate the demon god.
This is our fight, this is our revenge. If there is any ultimate destination, it is for the four of us to be together. "
Originally, the organization did not allow them to directly confront Naidinger, but Uncle Bin no longer cared about that.
Shanshan listened calmly, but when she thought of Lin Yue, her face fell involuntarily.
Everyone knows the winning rate against the ancient demon god, but no one is willing to say the word slim. Miracles still exist in a certain corner of this world.
"Actually..." Sister Sang had already packed her bags and put on her coat and came out, "I'm really not used to having one less quarrel. If I win this time, I will avenge him; if I lose, it's okay. Go down and continue bickering with him."
"Winning or losing." Shanshan has no luggage and can leave at any time.
"If we win, we'll hang Nedinger's head on the door of the poetry club to ward off evil spirits! If we lose, we'll just have a table in hell to play mahjong, haha."
Everyone knows what's going on.
Uncle Bin had already prepared it. The black box contains all the evil-killing tools, and the sword has been sharpened last night. This time was the most well-prepared battle, but it was the battle with the lowest winning rate.
Before leaving, he calmly turned on the old-fashioned gramophone and played Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny". Then he took out the still treasured French brandy and gave each person a full glass.
"Come on, cheers!"
The unusual rain fell harder and harder, and the big raindrops hit the glass window crazily, making a continuous crackling sound.
Three goblets with a little bit of brandy left on the table.
Xie Xuanbin led his companions out, taking the first step to bathe in the heavy rain before the battle.
The last warrior disappeared into the water and fog.
