Zhou Yuewen trembled his hands, picked up a cup of tea from the table, and drank most of it, and then he told the story.

It turns out that Hengyuan Private High School, in Binhai, is an old private school with a very high admission rate and an excellent reputation. Its management method is unique, and it is a purely militarized management.

The so-called militarized management means that after students enter the school, they are not allowed to leave the school unless the semester is over, and they are all on campus for food, clothing, housing and transportation. Parents are also not allowed to visit their children in normal times.

In the past month, Hengyuan Private High School has persuaded several students one after another, all of whom are unenterprising in school, have bad deeds, and even secretly fall in love.

The strange thing is that these students who were persuaded to quit changed their temperament greatly after being taken home by their parents. While their parents were sleeping at night, they all used extremely dehumanizing methods, using hammers or axes, kitchen knives, brutally killing their biological parents, and then committing suicide. And their method of suicide is surprisingly consistent - self-immolation!

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yuewen was shocked to death. "Master Xiaolong, you... Isn't that terrible, do you think that? Could it be that those students who were persuaded to quit were all brutes? They actually killed their fathers and mothers... Too... Too... It's horrible. No, no, no, it's not even as good as a brute!"

"Oh... Indeed, it's weird. Huang Xiaolong's eyes twitched a few times, as if he had realized.

"Master Xiaolong, back then, Yuan Weijie committed suicide by taking poison in the office of Hengyuan Private High School, and when he was dying, he also left a blood book on the wall, claiming that he would definitely come back. All this... Will... Did it make it?" Zhou Yuewen shuddered.

"Do you know what the crux of the matter is?" Huang Xiaolong said suddenly.

"Uh......" Zhou Yuewen was a little confused.

"Note that every student who is persuaded to quit will choose to commit suicide in the same way after killing their parents, that is, self-immolation. Huang Xiaolong smiled. "You know why they don't jump off buildings, cut their pulses, and hang themselves...... What about self-immolation?"

"This..."Zhou Yuewen was asked.

"Heh, the answer is very simple, destroy the corpses. Huang Xiaolong smiled. "Because, these students who have been expelled from school are already dead in school. The ones who were taken home by their parents were nothing more than ghosts who had been on their corpses. The reason for self-immolation is to prevent the forensic doctor from figuring out the flaw of the wrong time of death during the autopsy. ”

"Oh my God..."Zhou Yuewen was so frightened that his body trembled.

At this time, Zhou Yuewen's mobile phone text message prompt sounded, and he picked up his mobile phone to take a look. "Master Xiaolong, the principal of Hengyuan Private High School, is my friend, he sent a text message! Today, a sophomore girl from Hengyuan Private High School, whose name is 'Tian Fang', was ... Persuaded to quit, at night, her parents, just... I'm going to pick her up, and you... You see......"

"Okay, I'll go to Hengyuan Private High School tonight. Huang Xiaolong nodded. "I think that there must be a connection between the supernatural events that happened in Hengyuan Private High School and the branch campus of Binhai University!"

"That's... Master Xiaolong, I will immediately organize the dismissal work, after the sun sets, there must not be any students and faculty left in the branch campus. Zhou Yuewen said solemnly.

"Good. Huang Xiaolong stood up and walked out of the principal's office.

It was noon, and the students were out of class, but they all hung their heads and walked on the campus, and their mood was extremely low.

"Hey~~ Let's kill the evil cult first, after all, human life is at stake. Huang Xiaolong had a choice in his heart. "As for Sister Xiaoman, I believe that those guys will not touch her. Hehe, I'll pick up Sister Xiaoman home when I'm free. ”

At lunch, Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru ate together in the school cafeteria. Huang Xiaolong told Song Yuru not to stay in the dormitory tonight and go home to live.

After lunch, Huang Xiaolong casually strolled around the branch campus. He found the location of Hengyuan Private Middle School on his mobile phone, which was about 6 or 7 kilometers away from the branch campus.

When I was about to arrive at Hengyuan Private High School, I passed through a very distinctive ancient street.

This street is quaint and eye-catching.

Huang Xiaolong walked leisurely and slowly walked into the ancient street.

This street is made up of many century-old shops. Folk handicrafts, folk snacks and so on.

Huang Xiaolong observed that in this ancient street, one of the most popular shops was a baked cake shop.

It is said that the handmade baked cakes of this yakiniku shop are a must, inherited from the Qing Dynasty court, and the simple baked cakes have an incomparable taste.

Ancestral craft, this is the only one, there is no semicolon.

The rules of the pancake shop are very strange, it only sells pancakes in the afternoon, and it only sells 200 pieces, never more than one, and no less one, just 200 pieces.

Moreover, each person can only buy one at a time.

When Huang Xiaolong came to the outside of the baked cake shop, there was already a long queue.

There are fashionable men and women, migrant workers, white-collar workers, contractors, and students......

One by one, their eyes were full of anxious expressions......

"Hey~~ I've been queuing for days, I'm really unlucky, every time it's my turn, 200 baked cakes are sold out. ”

"Am I not the same? I hope I'll be lucky enough to get some of the pancakes this time. This baked cake is really a must for our coastal area. ”

"That's not it, it's said to be a unique craft inherited from the Qing Dynasty. It's amazing!"

……

An indescribable aroma wafted out of the pancake shop, making people hungry.

The sound of gurgling and swallowing saliva came and went.

Huang Xiaolong didn't have much interest in baked cakes or anything, after all, he had studied under too many imperial chefs of various dynasties and generations in the underworld, and he could personally cook countless lost and rare delicacies.

How can just baked cakes get into Huang Xiaolong's eyes?

Just as Huang Xiaolong was about to leave, he smelled the fragrance of baked cakes, and his footsteps stopped, and his heart moved slightly. "Oh? It turned out to be the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, an imperial chef surnamed 'Chang', a generation of ancestral baked cakes... In the underworld, Chang Imperial Chef once boasted that Emperor Kangxi loved to eat the baked cakes it made...... Wrong... The yakiniku made by this shop is missing the three flavors of ingredients......"

At this moment, a Bentley with a foreign license plate quietly stopped outside the store, and the co-pilot walked out of a middle-aged man wearing a practice uniform.

The temples on both sides of this person were high and bulging, the divine light in his eyes was restrained, and under his skin, there seemed to be a storm brewing.

'Ancient Martial Sect Master?' Huang Xiaolong smiled playfully. 'Hehe, 5 true qi condensed in the body. It's also so-so. It looks like a bodyguard or something. I don't know, who is sitting in the car, and there is an ancient martial arts master as a bodyguard by his side. ’

Huang Xiaolong couldn't help but feel a trace of curiosity.

Staring at the Bentley, the windows closed in the back.

Silently reciting the perspective mantra, the blackened car window became as transparent as water.

Huang Xiaolong saw that in the back seat of the Bentley, there was a young girl.

I saw that this girl was about twenty-two or three years old, with long black and shiny straight hair, hanging down like a waterfall on her shoulders, a standard goose egg face, ice muscles and jade bones, and a cold temperament. The most attractive thing is her eyes, like autumn waves, like smoke and water, ethereal and noble. The corners of the eyebrows and eyes contain pride!

Goddess!

Absolute goddess!

This posture, this figure, is already not lost to Ying Aoshan and Yan Pianpian and the like!

However, the girl has not practiced ancient martial arts, she is just an ordinary person, but her eyes are extremely sharp, and there is a sharpness that can penetrate people's hearts.

'Uh... Such a beautiful girl, shouldn't she be here to buy baked cakes? Hehe, drive a Bentley, bring a bodyguard from the ancient martial arts master, and come to buy baked cakes?

Sure enough, the bodyguard of the Ancient Martial Sect Master stood outside the back window and said in a low voice. "Miss, I'm going to line up now. ”

The bodyguard of the ancient martial arts master has a respectful demeanor.

can make the ancient martial arts master bow down to his subordinates, and by extension, the identity of the girl sitting in the car must be extraordinary!

And yet—

"Hey~~ sold out again! Unlucky! I've been queuing for half an hour!"

"Speechless, do you have to wait for tomorrow again? No, I want to eat baked cakes!"

"This boss is too stingy! He only makes 200 a day, and he doesn't know how to make money if he has money!

"It's so angry. ”

……

Today's pancakes are sold out.

"This!" The bodyguard of the ancient martial arts master stiffened for a while, and he was about to go to the baked cake shop, but he finally held back and shook his head. "Miss, today's baked cakes are sold out. This boss is an old man, he has a very stubborn temper, and he will never change the rules when he sets them. Last time, I confronted him for three hours, and he refused to make even one more pancake for me. Even, when I offered 500,000 yuan to buy a baked cake, he not only refused directly, but also scolded me... Hey, this kind of old man, one foot has stepped into the coffin, I really can't do anything about him. ”

Huang Xiaolong clearly saw that the beautiful girl sitting in the back seat had an obvious look of disappointment on her face, and she looked extremely depressed, but she didn't speak.

Huang Xiaolong's heart was playful, and he walked straight over. "If I can buy you a few biscuits, I wonder if the beautiful woman in the car can roll down the window and meet me. ”

……

(End of chapter)