A suburb of Shingu City, Xiangshan.

Cemetery.

Amid the flying leaves, the silver sedan coiled up the hill, drove through the gate, and came to a halt close to the turquoise lawn.

The door opened, and the first to get out of the car was an old man over seventy years old, dressed in a kimono, calm and solemn, like the boss behind a chaebol, but he trotted all the way to the other side to pull the car door and cover the upper edge with his hand, in case the passenger accidentally hit his head.

A golden high-heeled shoe stepped lightly on the ground, and the person who got out of the car was a middle-aged noblewoman, covered with a black veil, covered with black mink shoulders, graceful and luxurious, and the beauty was thrilling, but the eyes that seemed to come from Leonardo da Vinci's famous paintings were full of sadness.

"Is this it, Ouchi-kun?" she asked softly.

"Yes, miss. The old man, known as "Ouchi-kun", bowed slightly.

In fact, he should have changed his name to "madam" a long time ago, it was twenty years ago that Mitsui Ling married into the Zhang family, but he still didn't want to change his words.

Ouchi Morimi follows the oldest bushido, and a true samurai can only have one family in his life. So Mrs. Zhang in other people's mouths never existed for him, and his allegiance was always the young lady of his family.

The green lawn rustled softly at their feet, and the two walked along the pine and cypress trees on the side of the road, where there were many tombstones, but each one had one thing in common, they all had the surname Zhang.

Because this is the private cemetery of the Zhang family.

Zhang is a big surname, originated from Zhangcheng in Jieyi, mainly derived from the surname Ji and the change of surnames of ethnic minorities, etc., Zhang Hui is the ancestor of the surname. However, the Xingong Zhang family has another more prominent ancestor - Zhang Daoling, the celestial master of the Han Dynasty.

As the direct descendant of Zhang Tianshi, the Zhang family has given birth to countless cultivation wizards in the 2,000-year history, and now these people are lying here, walking through the Zhang family's cemetery, it is like walking through a long river of history, there are countless predecessors on both sides staring at you, solemn and solemn.

"It's here. Ouchi Morami stopped and reminded softly.

This is a new tomb, the tombstone carved in white marble, the big gilded characters, the portrait of Zhang Jiahao on the stele is smiling and peaceful, as if there are endless words to tell, but no one can hear it anymore.

Mitsui Zero stood in front of the monument, and the two lines of clear tears were scattered.

"Miss's Day condolences. Ouchi sighed heavily.

Regarding Zhang Jiahao's death, he felt that he was responsible, and he should have stopped it when the young master ordered the car to be prepared that day.

Mitsui Zero gradually stopped crying.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Shao took the initiative to use the forbidden technique," Ouchi Sheng said, "'Judgment' is an extremely dangerous spell, it is said that the young master should not use it easily, but for some reason it ......"

"Anything else to discover?" interrupted Mitsui.

Ouchi Shengjian said: "I surveyed the scene, but I didn't find much evidence, the other party seems to have some secret weapon, and the young master is invincible, so ......"

Mitsui raised her hand and interrupted the other party's words again, she took a few deep breaths, and could see that she was trying her best to remain dignified, but the hatred in her eyes could not be concealed.

It's no wonder, though......

Who let it lie inside, her own son?

"What did you say, sir?" asked Mitsui Zero.

Ouchi Sheng's face darkened, as if he had aged a few years in an instant: "Mr. decided to settle the matter." ”

Mitsui Zero was stunned for a moment, and then her face turned cold, and a layer of white frost stretched in all directions along the soles of her feet, and the grass and cypress trees where she passed instantly froze, and even the fallen leaves falling from the trees were frozen in the air.

The invisible realm continues to expand, except for Ouchi Morimi, as if the whole world is frozen in an instant.

"Miss is angry~" Ouchi Morimi bowed down and said, "Mr. doesn't want to make extraneous branches, and it's also for that matter." This is the dream that the Mitsui family and the Zhang family have shared for thousands of years, so ......"

"So, can Jia Hao die in vain?" Mitsui Zero's tone was colder than the frost around him.

Ouchi Morimi couldn't help but shudder.

"Miss rest assured~ The revenge of the young master, the old man will personally go to revenge. He bowed again, then straightened up.

This time, the old man was gone, and a majestic swordsman opened his eyes from the old man's body.

This momentum made Mitsui Zero finally show a slightly satisfied expression:

"I used to think you were old, but you're still ...... as before," she sighed softly, the realm retreated, and everything recovered.

Ouchi Sheng bowed and saluted: "The samurai of the Mitsui family, there is no old age and death, only death in battle." ”

The graceful and noble woman smiled faintly, took a few steps out, and then stopped.

"I hope you don't let me down," she said, "I have lost a son for no reason, I don't want my second child to die for no reason, I am the daughter of the Mitsui family, but I am also a mother!"

This time, Mitsui Zero took a step and never looked back, Ouchi Morimi hurriedly followed, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

Not long after they left, the air suddenly twisted and turned, and a dark shadow appeared in the cemetery.

It was a man wrapped in a black trench coat, and his hood was so low that you couldn't see his face clearly, and you could barely make out it was a man. He was tall, and on the back of his clothes was a four-armed monster, hideous and terrifying.

"I remember our vows and swear that you and I will never be separated......"

He walked step by step towards Zhang Jiahao's tombstone, his steps heavy, like a pilgrimage apostle.

"But you're finally dead~"

He stroked the picture on the tombstone and whispered:

"...... like me"

He stared silently at the tombstone, and suddenly burst out laughing, and the laughter shook the whole cemetery, startling countless birds, which seemed to be extremely frightened, and tried to avoid them quickly, but to no avail, an invisible wall of qi enclosed them all in a range, and they could only rush left and right in vain, and finally fell to their deaths. So countless feathers fell from the sky, like a heavy snowfall.

The shadow suddenly stopped laughing.

"This is a funeral for us, do you like it?"

He gently opened his arms and hugged the tombstone into his arms.

※※※

"The bunker is up. ”

Shu Xiaoman, who was nesting on the sofa, suddenly put down the mobile phone that he had been playing with for a long time: "The Q group in the class has gone crazy, and your name has become popular all over the Internet." ”

She said, handing over her phone: "See for yourself." ”

Yang Zhen took the phone and found that the chat records on it were quite sensational, what kind of "teacher killer" and "spicy student"...... All kinds of nicknames almost made him an Internet celebrity, and even Baidu Encyclopedia listed his deeds.

There are also news editorials with various headlines:

"Why are there inhuman screams from the ivory tower? Why are several teachers shocked to the rooftop? Is it the fiasco of the education system or the loss of humanity?"

"Truth and morality conflict, respect the teacher or defend the truth?"

"There are risks in class: a documentary of the teaching attached to Shingu University. ”

...... All these things make people have to admire the development and speed of today's media.

"Hmm...... Well...... What, can you please not look at me with the eyes of a believer?" Yang Zhen felt the sweat on his head trickle down, "It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding......

Shu Xiaoman sighed:

"Please don't tilt your head 45° when you say this, and I'm not looking at you. ”

"Don't you have eyes fixed on me, and if you don't look at me, what do you look at?"

"Look at Godzilla. ”

“......”

Yang Zhen didn't want to ignore her, and continued to turn the page, there was a "6666" follow-up in the comments, and emojis such as applause were everywhere, giving him the illusion of becoming a hero overnight, which made Yang Zhen feel really unaccustomed, yesterday he was still a street rat that everyone shouted and beats, and the students of this school, how to turn their faces faster than turning books.

"It's because of the Terminator. Shu Xiaoman said lazily.

Yang Zhen was stunned: "Teacher Wu?"

Shu Xiaoman pouted: "You don't know that this person likes corporal punishment of students." That's it, and nitpicking, every little thing has to be played by the topic, the boy's hair is a little longer, and he can take scissors to cut out the yin and yang head for you. What IPad, PSP confiscated I don't know how much, but do you know where these things go?"

"Where did you go?"

"It's all a toy for his little grandson. ”

"Uh~"

"The most excessive, didn't the 'Ghost of the Women's Locker Room' spread around the past two days?"

"yes. ”

"As a result, someone went to the instructor's office to make up for his homework that day, and he actually found women's underwear in his desk!"

"Uh......"

Later, someone anonymously reported it, but he explained to the school that it was a birthday gift for his wife, and in the end the matter was over. I heard that he was recently running for a job for a Director of Discipline...... You say, if this kind of person is the director of discipline, will you be able to live this life?"

The two were chatting, and suddenly there was a knock on the door outside, Yang Zhen opened the door, and the heroic policewoman looked at him expressionlessly.

This is a bright and moving woman, who looks at most one or two years older than Yang Zhen, with a tall figure lined with a lean police uniform, and a bright silver siren on her chest.

"Is Yang really?"

"It's me. ”

"There is a murder case that needs your help in the investigation, please come with us. ”

※※※

Shingu City Police Station.

"What are you talking about?, Teacher Wu is dead?!" Yang Zhen couldn't help but blurt out.

Just now, the beautiful policewoman in front of him unfolded a horrific murder case to him with a clear voice - this morning Wu Sheng was found dead in a small church not far from his home, and he was hung on a cross at the top of the church, the scene was as sad as a sacrifice.

"Tell me why you killed him. The policewoman remained expressionless.

In the room, there is only a set of tables and chairs and a table lamp, and the light is controlled just right, creating an invisible coercion. Yang Zhen knew that this was a common trick used by the police in interrogation, and the theoretical basis came from Freud's psychology - light can create psychological pressure on people, and he often used this trick to deal with criminals abroad.

Yang Zhen realized the seriousness of the problem, and this "assistance in the investigation" was not so simple.

"You think I did it?"

This time, the beautiful poker face on the opposite side finally changed, and the policewoman "snapped" and slapped the file on the table:

"Don't try to challenge my patience!"

Yang Zhen didn't care about the bad attitude of the female police officer, his brain was thinking rapidly, and after a while, he suddenly spoke:

"May I ask when it happened?"

The female officer ignored the additional request, and the male officer who was with her had to answer for her:

"Between 9 and 11 o'clock last night, the exact time is still waiting for the medical examiner's report. ”

"Then you caught the wrong person!" Yang Zhen immediately said, "It's definitely not me, I stayed in the villa with Shu Xiaoman at this time last night, she can testify for me, I have an alibi......"

"Smack!"

Before he could finish his words, another loud bang on the table came, followed by the cold voice of the beautiful police officer:

"Do you think we'll believe your girlfriend's testimony?"

Girlfriend?

Yang Zhen frowned: "Shu Xiaoman is not my girlfriend, we are ordinary friends......"

"I've already asked your classmates," the policewoman interrupted him again, "you still want to quibble?!"

"I ......"

Yang Zhen found that the explanation was a bit redundant, and there was no need for the police to induce confessions in this regard, but when did he and Shu Xiaoman be rumored to be in the right class? However, the top priority is to quickly clear the suspicion, and this kind of subtle detail can only be put aside first.

He thought for a moment and asked:

"Okay~ Even if you're right, but you don't say that I killed someone, there is always evidence for this, right?"

"Do you think that without tangible evidence, the police will arrest people casually?"