Zhenjun watched everyone being in order under Qing Jian's command, but in the end he was left with nothing to do.
He turned left when he went out, found a vending machine, bought two bottles of strawberry-flavored bottled milk tea, and came back with one bottle in one hand.
"Huh? Teacher?"
Zhenjun opened one bottle for himself and handed the other bottle to Qing Jian.
"Is this for me?"
Xuanyuan Shenjun drank the strawberry-flavored milk tea and nodded.
"Take a break, you've been busy."
The white-haired young man in a black suit found a bench in the gymnasium, moved it over and sat down.
Qingjian also sat next to him and breathed a long sigh of relief. Then she hugged the bottle of milk tea with both hands and drank it in small sips.
The two of them watched all the people in black busy together. The vehicles from the Municipal Engineering Department had already driven in. The high spotlights were lighting the place as a construction site. There was no possibility of it being dark at all. Everyone was really busy. It's a construction site.
The people in the car of the Municipal Engineering Department were not ordinary people, but the logistics department under the town of Abnormalities. They handled the scene quickly and even the blood of the principal's body on the ceiling was wiped clean by people using ladders. Leave a clue.
"Seal the evidence, BE-0113"
Even the hand towels used to wipe the principal's blood on the ceiling were numbered and stored. This was common sense related to anomalies, an experience gained from countless blood and tears - anything could be the trigger for the next anomaly.
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[Event Record—The Newborn Evil God]
[Confidentiality Level—Special Class A]
[Recording time—April 28, 2021]
[Recorder——[Golden Wind] Xuanyuan Shenjun [Flower Wind] Su Qingjian [Bird Wind] Lu Fusu]
Three days after the incident, everything is back to normal.
Wei Zeshu's parents were not contacted, but the owner of the coffee shop where he had been working part-time came to visit him, as well as the director of the welfare home. The director was instructed by a big shot in the government to come in person and take good care of him. To comfort this brave young man, his attitude towards Wei Curcuma was quite unfamiliar. The coffee shop owner who had been working part-time brought him some snacks and fruits, and told him not to watch TV all the time. They had just left, and Wei Curcuma was behind. I turned on the TV with the remote control.
At this moment, he looked like a rice dumpling, with bandages and plaster all over his body. Wei Curcuma really felt that even Pharaoh's mummy had no dignity of its own.
At least the finger is healed first.
Wei Curcuma has always been very good at making fun of hardships. He was even in the mood to hum a song and skillfully turned on the TV remote control switch with his plastered hands.
Everything was as if it had never happened. What happened to him was explained as a broken beam, which caused a leak in the gas channel. The teachers and classmates present were unconscious because of this. He and the principal were unlucky and were hit by the beam. The mayor said We need to get to the bottom of this matter and give everyone an explanation.
In the past few days, the local news network has been rolling out this news every day. Wei Zeshu could even smile bitterly when he saw himself covered in blood being carried to an ambulance on a stretcher. Several TV stations had almost assembled multiple cameras to see it. Three hundred He was taken to the hospital with broken bones all over his body after being captured at 60 degrees.
The director of the welfare home came over and only said some polite words. The part-time coffee shop owner scolded the construction company angrily. The proprietress cried so hard that she almost lost her breath, which made Wei Curcuma feel a little warm.
Seeing this on TV, Wei Curcuma was moved but could only smile bitterly.
.....In fact, I moved the steel bars and smashed other things to death.......
The aftermath was satisfactory, including a large amount of compensation and a special admission notice. The school was so good that it was almost impossible to get into it simply for someone like Wei Eshu who was at the top of the school.
"Northern Institute of Technology"
The admission notice of this school, with the school emblem printed on it, was placed next to his hospital bed, filled with fruit baskets sent by his high school friends. The sun shone through them, and the white gauze curtains in the inpatient department swayed in the wind, diffusing the light.
Although Wei Curcuma always speaks shockingly, his popularity is really good.
"Hey, good morning."
Wei Zeshu was still watching TV in a daze, thinking about sneaking some apples in the fruit basket to eat later. Suddenly, a man in a black windbreaker walked in through the door. He looked like a handsome guy with a refreshing look, and behind him was It was a man who was two meters tall, with eye-catching dark red hair, and he wore a headset around his neck.
The man walked in, greeted Wei Curcuma, and took out his police officer ID card from his windbreaker to identify himself.
He sat down beside Wei Curcuma's hospital bed without anyone noticing, took out an apple and a peach from the fruit basket, threw one to Wei Curcuma, and ate the other directly.
"You run inside."
"Have you ever treated a patient like this?"
The red-haired man who had been silent pulled off his black windbreaker.
"In short, you also know that the facts are different from what is reported on TV, so I am here to communicate with you on behalf of the Ministry of Public Security."
Xuan Qing held the peach in his mouth, picked up the "Northern Institute of Technology" admission notice from Wei Curcuma's bedside, and flicked it. The latter's rapid characters underwent some subtle changes, revealing its original appearance.
"Made with special ink for anti-counterfeiting and concealment purposes."
Wei Curcuma blinked his eyes and suddenly nodded as if he understood.
"Then, you two can see those strange things, right?"
"I'll just say he's smart, Gu Wen."
The tall red-haired man nodded and continued to explain with Wei Curcuma.
"Yes, we can see that thing, it is what we call...[anomaly]"
"【abnormal】......"
Wei Curcuma chewed these two words thoughtfully.
"Don't worry. When you enroll in school, you will know everything. In fact, except for this matter, we are here to say..."
Xuan Qing's expression became a little thoughtful and he put down the admission notice.
"Let me tell you"
A cold voice came, followed by steady steps, and a white-haired man in a black suit walked in slowly.
He has eye-catching white hair, the length of which is in line with modern aesthetics. Only one side of the hair is slightly longer. His face is as handsome as a fine sculpture, but his face is expressionless and cold.
"Wei Zeshu, first of all, on behalf of all the people who suppress the deviants and all the people in this city, I would like to thank you for your heroic feat."
"Amazing strength, courage, and control of fighter planes. You made full use of everything you can to accomplish such a feat... You killed an anomaly. Before it could Before you master your own law.”
"I just can't bear that someone dies in front of me because of such an accident...it's not that great."
"No, you are great, Wei Curcuma."
Zhenjun stretched out his hand and put it on his shoulder. The palm of his hand was warm. This warmth spread to Wei Zuoshu's heart. Only then did he see Zhenjun's eyes clearly. They were dark golden, like countless eyes. The clear light of the sword gathered in his eyes, capturing the soul.
"However, your body is also mixed with the abnormal flesh and blood. Your flesh and blood are mixed due to severe injuries,"
Wei Zeshu quickly recalled the tragic fight. Indeed, the blood and flesh splashed out by the black human figure seemed to be contaminated with his wounds, especially at the end.
His arms were all shattered, the huge basketball stand smashed its head, and the flesh and blood splattered all over him.
"I can probably remember..."
"So, based on countless years of experience in suppressing anomalies, it is very likely that you will turn into that anomaly one day, or be swallowed by it."
The words spoken by Divine Lord Xuanyuan were extremely heavy.
“It’s not dead, it’s dormant in your body.”
"You mean...my body has become its new hotbed?"
"........Um."
"Then it would be better for me to die."
Wei Curcuma answered without hesitation and forced himself to walk out of the hospital bed with his body in plaster.
Such decisive behavior even shocked Zhenjun.
"Wait, wait, wait... I'm super, boy, don't be impulsive, wait, wait..."
Xuan Qing couldn't laugh or cry and was pressed to the hospital bed by Wei Curcuma.
"That's just a small probability event, a very small probability, but there is a more pressing problem in front of you."
Xuan Qing sighed and handed something similar to a medical certificate to Zhenjun, who nodded.
"You originally had a special soul overflow syndrome. During the battle with that abnormality, the container of your soul was completely shattered by a huge external force. Your soul will gradually scatter uncontrollably, leaving you with only four limbs left. Five years of life.”
Zhenjun suddenly thought deeply, he seemed to have thought of something
"But nothing is certain. Everything has a chance. If you can control your soul pressure and continue to grow, there will be a turn for the better."
Xuanyuan Shenjun looked at Wei Curcuma
"Wei Curcuma, I want to hear your thoughts."
"I accept."
Wei Curcuma's eyes were clear and without hesitation.
"Even though you obviously saved everyone, you still have to die because of it?"
"Even if I save everyone, I'm still going to die because of it."
Zhenjun looked at his clear black eyes for a long time, turned and left, leaving only one sentence.
"Okay, I believe you."
Xuan Qing and Gu Wen looked at each other and confirmed that Zhenjun had really left, before Xuan Qing gave Wei Curcuma a thumbs up.
"I believe you too, junior!"
He winked at Wei Curcuma, and Gu Wen reached out and handed Wei Curcuma something soft.
That's a red ribbon.
"You have also received treatment. Her injuries were lighter than yours. She recovered and returned to school a few days ago."
"Then she asked me to give you a message."
The red-haired hero with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes gave a rare smile.
"She said she wants you to go to the North and return the ribbon to her with your own hands."
The red-haired hero patted Wei Curcuma's shoulder with his scarred hand, which was particularly forceful.
"I also believe in you, Wei Curcuma."
It was May 14th, and the long-awaited sunshine at the turn of spring and summer came through the white gauze curtains outside the ward window and projected onto the bedside table.
Under the almost transparent sunlight, an admission notice was shining. The school signed was [Northern Territory], and a bright red ribbon was naturally scattered on it, revealing a different color.
The world of black and white and gray and eighteen years of loneliness are refilled with color
Northland has an additional freshman.
【Northern University】
【Admission Notice】
Classmate Wei Zeshu:
Our school has decided to admit you to the first-year general education college (department) to study in a major to be diverted (four-year academic system). Please report to school on time with this notice on August 17, 2021.
Principal: Xuanyuan Zhenjunyin
Northern University
May 14, 2021
