"Corpse stench."
This stench is not the stench of corpses in reality, but a sense of supernatural beings after a paper spirit possesses the body.
If you have spiritual vision, you will naturally have spiritual smell.
Zuo Dao pretended to be an ordinary person who didn't notice anything and looked at the librarian.
Zhang Ruhai, one of the librarians, is usually responsible for the evening shift.
"Yes, Uncle Zhang," Zuo Dao responded with a smile, slightly confused: "Uncle Zhang, aren't you working the night shift?"
"Hey, Lao Sun is not feeling well. Let me help him take over." Zhang Ruhai said with a bitter smile, and then said with a smile: "Go, Xiao Zuo. If you can't find anything, come and tell me, and I will check it for you."
Usually, because the previous owner came often, as we became familiar with each other, we would chat with each other even if nothing happened.
"Okay," Zuo Dao responded, "I guess I have to read a lot today, there are a lot of books to look for."
Zhang Ruhai smiled and nodded, returning to his seat and continuing to look at his phone to pass the time.
After saying goodbye, Zuo Dao entered. He seemed to be looking at books seriously, changing areas every once in a while.
"It's getting thicker."
Zuo Dao said in his heart, becoming increasingly vigilant. In fact, he was getting closer to the source of the corpse odor.
He was no stranger to the spiritual smell of corpses.
This will happen if you practice evil ways and evil methods, or if you use corpses as a medium for evil things.
As the area progressed steadily, the smell of corpses had reached the point of incense. Zuo Dao came from the social studies area to the junction of the history area. At this time, Zuo Dao turned around without leaving a trace, holding the book. He sat down on the long table facing the junction.
Apparently, he had located the ultimate source of the corpse odor.
Zuodao sat down and opened the book as usual, calmly and attentively, but in his mind was a different scene.
"Should I say that everyone's judgment is too accurate, or that the ritualist who manipulated the corpse is a complete fool and refused to run away after committing a crime, or... I am too lucky?"
Zuo Dao joked to himself that he was not taking chances, but he was not prepared to deal with the opponent independently.
Just when he was thinking about how to leave the library quietly and go outside to shake people, Lingxiu brought new feedback.
The stench became stronger and stronger, and at the same time, footsteps could be heard from the quiet library in the historical area.
A person walked out.
He saw "Jing Jing" Zuo Dao reading a book, walked over and sat down.
"Classmate Zuo?" said a gentle voice.
Zuo Dao turned his eyes in time, and his memory appeared after seeing the person.
Cheng Quan, a high school history teacher, has a good relationship with him. He often asks each other for advice outside of class because of his hobbies.
"Hello, teacher." Zuo Dao responded politely.
The other party's body spots are hidden in the spiritual vision, and the source of corpse odor is even more obvious in the spiritual smell.
Asked, how to deal with catching a big fish on the first day of work, waiting online, urgent... I still have idle thoughts.
But when it comes to panic, there is no right way to go.
But the former master's emotions were different. For some reason, ever since Cheng Quan arrived, the residual emotions of the former master were very obvious, but even the rightists suppressed them.
Cheng Quan smiled and nodded:
"Remember to return the books that classmate Zuo borrowed to me when you have time."
For a moment, the memory seemed to explode, and it was like data that had no content was reconnected.
One day, the teacher's room.
The two of them were talking mysteriously, one always smiling and the other with a little excitement on his face.
Afterwards, Cheng Quan took out a book without a cover from the drawer and handed it to Zuo Dao.
Further forward.
After Zuo Dao entered school, his interest in history attracted Cheng Quan's attention, and the two gradually communicated in depth outside of class.
From time to time, they would talk about something that was a bit of a red line in the Chinese region. As the number of times increased, the line was stepped on more and more often, until finally, they crossed over.
The content of the memory did not affect Zuo Dao's gold-medal acting skills. He revealed his memories first and then suddenly realized:
"Teacher, look at my memory. I will show it to you when I get back."
He didn't say immediately or right away, that would be too clumsy.
Cheng Quan looked at Zuo Dao with a smile and stared for a long time without saying a word.
"Teacher, what's wrong?" Zuo Dao touched his face, as if he thought there was something dirty on his face.
At this time, Cheng Quan shook his head:
"Then come back to me."
"OK."
After saying that, Cheng Quan left with the strong corpse smell, while Zuo Dao continued to read the book intently.
In a corner, Cheng Quan stared at Zuo Dao with a smile.
After a long time, he left silently and returned to somewhere in the library.
During the spiritual vision, Zuo Dao did not let Zhi Ling leave his body to observe the surroundings for the sake of safety. He only let him watch Cheng Quan inside his body, and he naturally saw the other party's secret actions in his "eyes".
After a while, Zuo Dao checked the time, closed the book, put the book back to its place, found another book, took it, and walked towards the exit of the library.
"Uncle Zhang, borrow this book." Zuo Dao knocked on the table.
"I want it." Zhang Ruhai came back from the sea of mobile phones, read the book, and made a note.
After walking out of the library, Zuo Dao walked on campus. The paper figures in his body turned into three and he observed the surroundings. The feedback he received from his spiritual vision was that everything was fine, including the fact that there was no more corpse smell after leaving the library. Dao, but Zuo Dao's sixth sense was always sounding the "alarm". Given the choice between the two, he chose his sixth sense without hesitation.
So he made a phone call.
On the other end of the phone, the call was answered quickly, but no words were spoken.
"Is it Ruyi Noodle House?" Zuo Dao asked.
For a moment, the other end of the phone was silent for a few breaths and said, "Yes."
"Are there any noodles in the store today? Your sales are so good."
"Yes." The answer on the other end of the phone became obviously smoother.
"Okay, then save one for me. I'm hungry."
“Want dine-in or takeout?”
Zuo Dao, who was walking leisurely, looked thoughtful and thought for a moment:
"Takeaway, deliver flowers for me..."
Before Zuo Dao could finish speaking, he found that his vision was suddenly distorted.
Immediately afterwards, he returned to the desk at the intersection of the social and historical disciplines in the library.
"Remember to return the books that Mr. Zuo borrowed before when you have time." Cheng Quan said with a smile.
The slight difference is that both of them are standing at this time, and Zuo Dao is still holding the mobile phone, but there is no communication signal.
Hearing this, Zuo Dao also smiled. He put down his phone and put his hands into his pockets at the same time.
"Okay, teacher."
Zuo Dao smiled, and then, he instantly pulled out one of his hands from his pocket and swung it towards Cheng Quan's neck, along with the paper sword that suddenly grew longer!
Don't let me go——
Then I won’t leave.
Fuck you to death.
...
A vehicle parked on the side of the road. In the car, Tong Yan found that the communication was suddenly interrupted, and immediately chose to call back, but only the voice of the robot said that it was not in the signal area. She turned off the screen, and Zang Tiao in the back seat and Quan Hu in the driver's seat also Pay attention to her from beginning to end.
"There's a situation on the left side of the road."
Zang Tiao from the back seat whistled:
"This guy is really lucky..."
Before they could finish speaking, the personal terminals carried by the three people simultaneously sounded piercing alarms.
