The rain gradually stopped, and Wei Curcuma took another car and sent Li Zixin away.
After adding Rns' contact information to each other, Wei Curcuma returned to the study of his safe house.
He took off his flat eyes and placed them on the table. He rubbed the bridge of his nose that was uncomfortable due to some discomfort. Without the lenses of his glasses to block it, his sharp gaze returned to its original state.
He opened the black workstation that looked like a small square box and placed it on the desktop. After swiping his card for authentication, he logged into the mailbox inside the North Territory. He briefly organized the content of his analysis into an email, and finally clicked send.
After doing this, he took out the special PHS phone and dialed the local neighborhood jurisdiction number.
This is the contact information of an outlier from Zhengwu Town. The area he is responsible for is the entire surrounding area.
"Senior, it's me, Wei Curcuma, from the internship team in the North."
"Well, I have some clues. I will probably start the crackdown after four o'clock tomorrow. Well, yes, okay."
Wei Zeshu communicated with the other party about the specific time. The other party said that after four o'clock tomorrow, the local police station would seal off the entire Uwen School, and he himself would guard the main entrance of the campus in case of accidents.
This is an unwritten custom in the world of suppressing deviants. Newcomers will be equipped with some veterans as rescuers in the first few suppression missions. This system can greatly reduce casualties during the novice period.
After making these preparations, Wei Curcuma breathed out a long breath and closed the computer.
Tomorrow is the time to take action, to complete the suppression in an unusual and unprepared moment.
While thinking this, Wei Curcuma turned off the light and meditated silently in the darkness, waiting for the arrival of tomorrow morning.
At six o'clock in the morning, Wei Curcuma opened his eyes calmly. He had not slept all night, but meditation made him full of energy and more concentrated.
He was waiting for a possible attack, but there was no one, indicating that this anomaly was not a strong initiative, but a passive rule type.
Quietly beside him lay the short scalpel in the shape of a tactical wakizashi. Last night, this knife was quietly here, waiting to be pulled out of its sheath at any time.
He got up and got ready to go to school today, but there was not even a book in his schoolbag.
The scalpel and the wedge with a ring at the end were placed in the box. Wei Ezhu checked their status respectively. The edge mixed with mithril was extremely sharp, as if it had just been ground. The bullet was in the magazine. It’s also normal,
Wei Curcuma only took away the certificate of suppression permission and put it in the inner pocket of his school uniform. Then he stuck the small "wedge" together with the tactical k-sheath on the belt on his right waist so that he could use his fingers at any time. Hook the ring at the tail and pull it out instantly.
Finally, he took out the about 60cm tactical wakizashi scalpel and pinned it secretly on his waist. Then he found a painting stand bag and put the long sword inside.
After making these preparations, he opened the door.
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Wei Zeshu didn't listen to a word of the course content. He just sat upright in the studio and scribbled on the paper aimlessly.
From the corner of his eye, he occasionally glanced at the petite figure in front of the classroom. It seemed that after talking to him yesterday, Li Zixin's mental state had stabilized a lot.
Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was time to get out of school again.
As always, they were called, lined up, and taken away from the school, but this time the subtle thing was that some plainclothes people could be seen mixed in among the crowd.
It is naturally difficult for ordinary people to detect them, but the way they raise their hands and feet cannot escape Wei Curcuma's keen observation, and their movements are much cleaner and neater than ordinary people's movements.
A man in his early thirties, wearing a suit, extended his right hand to Wei Curcuma.
"Li Mingzhen, Zhengwu and others."
He didn't say any unnecessary words. All that needed to be said was communicated on the phone yesterday, and his calm demeanor was worthy of an experienced upper-level fifth-level town deviant.
"Hello, senior."
Wei Curcuma also shook his hand and showed his identity.
"The campus may need to be temporarily locked down later."
"Well, if anything unexpected happens, just evacuate. I will assist you in completing this suppression operation."
After a simple connection, Wei Curcuma returned to the school quietly and climbed in through the deserted wall.
Many people may have seen the high school campus under the sunset, but at this moment, there was no living person in Uwen High School, and the overall atmosphere became a bit scary.
Wei Zeshu directly took out the gun holster from his schoolbag and tied it to his waist. Then he pinned the short knife and long sword on the other side and approached the main teaching building with almost no sound.
The reason why he chose this teaching building is simple, because this is where the girl who disappeared before last appeared.
The door was locked tightly, and some nervous people tied it with an extra thick iron rope, which made Wei Curse a little bit dumbfounded.
Guilty conscience probably refers to this group of people who know the rumors but choose to remain silent.
The short knife flashed in his hand, and the blade mixed with mithril cut through an ordinary iron chain like a tofu roll. The heavy iron chain fell to the ground with a clatter.
The door was slowly pushed open by Wei Zeshu, and what appeared in front of him was the long staircase of the main teaching building.
The building of Uwen High School is very old, so it inherited the basic structure of the original Mulan Girls' School, such as the long steps leading directly to the door.
Under the setting sun, the dust is shaped by the sunlight, giving them a golden coat. These dusts float slightly in the empty space, seeming to tell the secrets of the past.
The school thoughtfully posted famous quotes and aphorisms under each step to encourage students, but these famous quotes and aphorisms have now disappeared, replaced by a unified slogan.
——"Welcome to the door to happiness"
——"Welcome to the door to happiness"
Under every step, the slogans are so unified.
Welcome to the door to happiness Welcome to the door to happiness Welcome to the door to happiness Welcome to the door to happiness Welcome to the door to happiness To the door to happiness Welcome to the door to happiness
The corners of Wei Curcuma's mouth curved slightly in an indifferent arc.
"Can it be any more obvious?"
He silently took the scalpel and stepped onto this slightly strange staircase.
This staircase leads to the second floor of the main teaching building.
——This is also the floor where the classroom where the girl disappeared is located.
Wearing a blue suit and school uniform, Wei Zeshu, dressed like a good student, pushed up his glasses and climbed up the stairs. In the space he walked through, the air was disturbed, and the quiet dust became restless and chaotic.
