The news that Li Zhijie bumped into Ah Piao finally spread.
The reason was that he had a high fever.
It stands to reason that with the current level of medical treatment, after taking the medicine and injecting a sling bottle, it should be fine.
But I just can't retreat.
The doctor was puzzled by this.
In desperation, as a colleague, Zhang Ke had to whisper what happened last night.
The old doctor at the rural hospital was not as rigid as the big hospital in the city. When he heard that this matter was beyond the scope of science, he said: "This situation is a bit troublesome. It's best to find someone with some skills to ask, otherwise it will drag on, Mr. Li." I’m afraid my body won’t be able to bear it.”
The so-called questioning usually involves asking a goddess or fortune teller.
Anyone with some ability can spot what's wrong, but the majority of people in the world are just pretending to be clever and tricking people into making money.
"Please show me the way."
Teacher Zhang’s attitude is sincere.
"how to say."
The old doctor scratched his head: "Nowadays, science is all about science. In the past, the medical level was not enough. Many people were holding a barefoot doctor's manual, saving people while learning, and used whatever effective methods were available. Like a child suffering from Frightened, high fever persists, there are things like calling the soul, asking for rice, etc. Whether it works or not is a matter of opinion."
"There used to be a very famous grandma in the south of Orange County. Unfortunately, she passed away two years ago and her descendants did not inherit the business. These people in this town are not afraid of offending people. They are all scammers. None of them have real skills. Maybe you can go Ask Maedamura."
"Maeda Village? Who are you looking for?"
"Look for the leader of their village."
"Border Leader?!"
Zhang Ke was stunned.
…
Zhang Ke told the dean about the matter anxiously.
Unexpectedly, instead of reprimanding him, the dean asked another teacher to accompany him and quickly take Li Zhijie there.
Zhang Ke thought: "It seems that this school is indeed not very clean."
He and Li Zhijie had only come here in the past two years and didn't know much about the past. I wanted to ask other people, but they all avoided it, it was very taboo.
Looking at Li Zhijie's dazed look again, he felt even more depressed.
…
"Pretty boy, excuse me, I want to ask you how to get to the Jingzhu Temple?"
Chen Zhenji was setting up a ladder to pick yellow-skinned fruits when someone suddenly came over and asked.
When I turned around, I saw that he was a very elegant young man, quite polite.
He didn't want to talk to him at first, but the other party called him handsome.
Have a vision!
Chen Zhenji asked back: "You are not from our village, are you?"
It was Zhang Ke who asked for directions, and said with a smile: "Indeed not."
Chen Zhenji was curious: "Then why are you going to Jingzhu Temple?"
Zhang Ke said vaguely: "Well, my friend is a little unwell, and the hospital can't solve it."
This moment is just like that moment.
Chen Zhenji perked up: "Did you encounter something dirty?"
"Forehead……"
Zhang Ke smiled bitterly, what should he say?
"Teacher Zhang?!"
Suddenly, Chen Zhenji's cousin's son called out from the balcony on the second floor nearby.
Zhang Ke looked up and suddenly said: "Chen Zixuan, it turns out your home is here."
The little kid chuckled and quickly hid in the house, not daring to come out.
Pi children are still a little afraid of teachers.
"It turns out he's a middle school teacher."
Chen Zhenji suddenly realized and waved his hand: "Hey, what a big deal. Just keep walking along this road until you reach the place where there is a bluestone in the small ditch on the left. Just walk in the direction of the bluestone. Don't worry, your friend is fine. .”
"Thanks!"
Zhang Ke hurriedly ran back and, together with his colleagues, carried Li Zhijie in the direction Chen Zhenji said.
Chen Zhenji stared at it twice: "It seems that the situation is not serious."
"Chen Zixuan, come out! I have something to ask you!"
"Why are you looking for me? I'm busy."
The eldest nephew came out of the house, holding a mobile phone in his hand and playing King of Kings.
"How can I talk to uncle?"
Chen Zhenji went up and kicked him in the butt: "Were those just your teachers?"
The eldest nephew dared to be angry but did not say anything: "The one who spoke is our class teacher, and the other two are Teacher Li and Teacher Huang from the next class."
"What's your reputation like?"
"Everything is okay, but it's a bit strict. If you don't listen in class, you will be scolded. If you are caught playing with your mobile phone, it will be confiscated."
"It's better to be strict. If the students don't listen in class, what do you want?"
"I want to be a professional e-sports player!"
"Go away! Go back and let your dad beat you to death!"
You're such a golden guy, but you still have the nerve to imitate others and become a professional player?
Let’s get 100 stars from the King!
After bullying the children, Chen Zhenji sent a message to Chen Jingle: "Boss, just now, a person from another village came with a friend to ask where the Jingzhu Temple is. I guess they encountered something similar to my nephew. Do you want to Go and have a look?"
Chen Jingle replied "Oh" and there was nothing more to say.
Chen Zhenji was so angry that he said: "You bitch, my sister is not as cold as you, do you miss me CPU?"
It's impossible to get what you want.
…
After Chen Jingle received the news, he immediately opened the game map.
However, I did not see the task prompt.
Chen Jingle fell into deep thought: "Is there a possibility that the harm caused by this incident was too low, so the system did not issue a task?"
Just like Brother Chicken and his nephew did last time.
Something happened, but the object that caused the harm was not within the scope of the weirdness. In this case, naturally no mission could be generated.
In fact, Chen Jingle's guess was correct.
Not all existences that cannot be explained by science can be considered weird.
Some are just filth, some are sinister, and some are lingering thoughts. None of this would be detected by the Civil Affairs Bureau's instruments.
Just like fireflies can be seen in the dark night, but ants cannot.
The presence of ants is too low.
What Li Zhijie encountered this time was Hun Nian taking pictures.
The so-called soul memory image is a memory image of the deceased during his lifetime, which will only appear under certain conditions.
For example, it was once widely known that if you pass through a certain tunnel in a certain city at a fixed time, you will see a little girl with braids passing by in the middle of the road.
It can only be said that Li Zhijie was a little lucky and just met the conditions for the image trigger.
Most people would be frightened when encountering this kind of situation and would be fine after a few days of recovery. However, he was weak and only fell ill due to the close contact.
From a metaphysical point of view, it means losing one’s soul.
"Let's take a look first. If it doesn't work, then ask around again."
…
It's amazing.
As soon as Zhang Ke and his colleagues carried Li Zhijie to the small Jingzhu Temple, Li Zhijie regained consciousness.
"Brother Zhang, where is this?"
"Are you okay?!"
Zhang Ke and the other teacher both widened their eyes.
Turtle, is it so immediate?
Li Zhijie touched his forehead. It wasn't hot at all: "It doesn't seem that uncomfortable anymore."
Zhang Ke checked his body temperature and found that it was indeed not hot anymore. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, but it scared me so much. Stop talking and say goodbye quickly."
have to say.
After this incident, several people's world views have changed a bit.
Later, the corridors of the dormitory building of the town middle school were all equipped with big lights, which were brightly lit every night. Then when the lights went out, the dormitory supervisor would turn on the lights.
Li Zhijie is also planning to find connections to transfer to other schools. He doesn't want to stay here anymore.
What a nightmare.
…
"I heard that the town middle school is planning to find someone to perform a ritual ceremony after the students have the holidays."
Chen Zhenji moved a rocking chair out of the yard and said with squinted eyes.
Why is it so clear?
Because the dean of Xinfeng Town Middle School is from Maeda Village. Moreover, the town is such a small and big place, so anything that happens will spread around it immediately.
"Don't worry about it, the matter has been taken care of." Chen Jingle responded casually while watering the potted bougainvillea in the yard.
Chen Jinngle already knew about the photo taken by the soul.
I just didn't expect there to be another little story.
