The group returned to the ground.

When I came back, I immediately unbuttoned my raincoat, dropped my tools and equipment, and lay down on the spot panting.

"Chitose, screwed up. Qin Jinxiu dragged her tired body over.

"It's okay, just feel free then. Liu Chitose didn't seem to be angry, just took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped Qin Jinxiu's sweat.

"Alas. ”

"Stinky, let's take a shower. ”

"What about the Twisted Spirit. ”

"What's the matter with us, just leave it at that, just see how the Strange Research Department is going to come back. Yanagi Chitose smiled expectantly.

As soon as the words fell, a tall boy strode over.

The boy has a painting style of a hero, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and righteous words.

The person who came was Zhao Tengkong.

"Lao Mo said, in addition to Mei Ling, there are other ghosts in the school, which can be regarded as letting me find them. ”

Zhao Tengkong did a few stretching movements, moved his muscles and bones, and then picked up the raincoat and threw it on his body, as if wearing armor to go into battle.

With the momentum of "righteous execution".

"I'll do the rest. ”

Without hesitation, Zhao Tengkong jumped directly into the sewer passage.

It was dark in front of him, but in his eyes, it was clear.

He couldn't help but think of what he said when he chatted with Jiang Mo.

Zhao: "Are you saying these ghosts are real?"

Jiang: "Why do you suddenly ask like that, forget it, are you referring to its existence itself, or about Mei Ling?" ”

Zhao: "Mei Ling's own story, I checked the school files, and there were no students who committed suicide, and I asked someone to check the files of junior high schools and high schools in the province, and there were no related cases of female students who committed suicide due to molestation. ”

Jiang: "That means it's made up." ”

Is it just making it up?

When Zhao Tengkong expanded the scope of the search to the whole of China and even the world.

He found.

The story of Mei Ling, a tragedy made up by Mei Ling, is really staged in history and all over the world.

"What can I do?"

Zhao Tengkong asked himself.

He was not beaten by society.

He is not an adult who has become numb.

He's still that teenager.

He also has the desire and passion to change the world.

"What can I do?" Zhao Tengkong only felt a flame burning in his chest.

So, he sent a message to Jiang Mo: What can I do?

Soon, I received Jiang Mo's reply.

"Go to sleep, you have everything in your dreams. ”

was slapped on the head by his little best friend, and Zhao Tengkong was quite angry.

The shaft is not enough and conspiracy!

Shame on the boys of my generation!

Jiang Mo, who was basking in the sun on the other side, pushed away Liu Qianxue and asked him if the dress looked good, and decided to reply to Zhao Tengkong well.

Who hasn't been sick yet?

"I once had a moment when I felt that I was the only hero in the world, and I had the great ambition of creating an ideal world, and then I got better, and now I found that you also have the same symptoms, so, I wish you to grow up, recall today's scene, and also feel very ashamed hahahaha~~"

Zhao Teng wanted to smash his phone.

After all, a good friend is responsible for pouring cold water on your friend's blood and putting a basin of hot water on you.

Jiang Mo sent a message over: "I happen to know the story about the twisted spirit, can you hear it." ”

......

"Let's go, let's go along. ”

After the eleven pioneers gave up halfway, no one had the courage to go down for a while, until Zhao Tengkong came over, rolled up his sleeves without saying a word, and then someone followed.

The sewer system of Laifu Public is well-connected and like an underground city.

The group listened to the incessant cries of help in the sewers, and soon found the Twisted Spirit again.

"I'll come. ”

Zhao Tengkong decisively went up and picked up the twisted spirit, only to feel his shoulders sinking.

In the story told by Jiang Mo.

The Twisted Spirit was a disabled student at the school who died in an accident during an event due to neglect.

He died in despair of shouting "help me" countless times and having no one to help......

Congenital malformations, physical disabilities, intellectual disabilities, not everyone is equal in this world, some people are born at the finish line, and some people are born without reaching the starting line of ordinary people for a lifetime.

If the second generation was born in heaven and ordinary people stood on earth, then the disabled are underground.

So, is there anyone willing to slow down themselves and help those people?

"Zhao Tengkong, I'll help. ”

Zhao Tengkong walked on his back for a long time, and seeing that his steps were struggling, some people couldn't help but want to help.

He breathed heavily and sweated like rain.

For some reason, the twisted spirit behind it is getting heavier and heavier.

In the presence of bystanders, he did not dare to use his Chosen One skill, so he could only carry the Twisted Spirit forward step by step.

"Take my place. ”

Someone said it sincerely.

"No, I don't. ”

Glancing at the person in front of him, Zhao Tengkong shook his head.

He couldn't help but think of a story that Jiang Mo had incidentally attached.

There was a Zhang San, who felt that he had love to contribute to the society, signed a volunteer letter for bone marrow donation, and then, after a while, the hospital informed him: You have been successfully matched with a patient, are you still willing to do bone marrow donation?

Zhang San immediately confirmed that he was willing, so he rushed to the hospital.

Everything is ready for surgery.

On the night of the operation, Zhang San tossed and turned, unable to sleep at night.

I don't know the patient, we are not related, why should I donate bone marrow to him, why should I care if he lives or dies?

He repented.

So, while no one was paying attention, Zhang San quietly slipped away and escaped from the hospital.

Before the bone marrow transplant, the patient had already destroyed his own hematopoietic stem cell system, and as a result, the volunteers ran away, and there were no new cells into the patient's body, which caused the patient's accelerated death!

A good offering of love has evolved into this kind of "murder" full of negative energy.

Come back to your senses.

Zhao Tengkong vaguely understood what Jiang Mo meant.

- If you can't guarantee that you can do it, then there are some things that you might as well stop from the beginning.

Zhao Tengkong gritted his teeth and held on.

The Twisted Spirit was thrown in the middle of the way by the first eleven people.

Drop it halfway through...... Isn't it also Zhang San in the story?

At the same time, it's not just about creating problems.

It is also a kind of self-question Jiang Mo asks himself, taking care of his sister, can he overcome all difficulties, move forward with a heavy load, and persist until the end?

Zhao Tengkong walked forward in silence, his back overwhelmed.

It's getting dark.

Ground.

"The closing ceremony is about to begin, hurry up to the performance hall. ”

"What about here?"

"Who knows how long I'll have to wait, go back and forget it......"

The onlookers and waiters gradually dispersed.

Liu Chitose knocked on a field of melon seeds, swept them up with his hands and put them in a garbage bag: "Let them come back, the closing ceremony of the cultural festival has to be held." ”

"Aren't you waiting for them to bring out the twisted spirit?" asked Qin Jinxiu, who had finished taking a bath.

"I thought there was some special program effect, but it turned out to be completely different from the other three ghosts, but I couldn't guess the mind of the main messenger. Liu Chitose finally said let's go, turned and left.

Receiving the command from the ground, the people who went down together hastened and rushed back.

Only Zhao Tengkong was very temperamental, and he had to bring the twisted spirit back, so he still stayed underground and carried the weight forward.

The crowd gathers a lot and disperses quickly.

There are only a few people left, and the rest go to the performance hall to look forward to the final concert of the idol department, as well as the closing ceremony.