Please enter the text October 28, 2008, it is destined to be a day that will go down in the history of Tiandao University, because from the morning, the whole school was enveloped in a strange atmosphere.

At six o'clock, the counselors and teachers of each college, each grade, and each department, together with the members of the student union and the student union of the college, dispersed to the doors of all the student dormitory buildings, and led the students of their classes to the classroom one by one.

At six o'clock, there were a lot of people who were dragged out of the bed.

At half past six, the whole campus was deserted as if it had been a summer vacation, and there were not a single student hanging out, replaced by the student council officers and the deans of various colleges who were constantly patrolling everywhere.

At seven o'clock, all teachers at or above the level of vice dean gathered in front of the main entrance of the school to conduct a strict screening of all those who were ready to enter the campus.

At half past seven, all the police officers on duty at the police station under the jurisdiction of Tiandao University entered the campus and set up a cordon on the 200-meter-long main campus road from the main entrance of the school to the main office building.

At eight o'clock, I stood in front of the main office building of the school, 200 meters in front of the main entrance of the school, Liang Tianyu stood on the left hand, and the fat man on the right.

I really don't know what we're waiting for, but the three of us were personally invited here by the president of the school's student union and the president of Tiandao University. My task was to find out who was behind the commemorative singing that was said at the end of the night of the welcome party, and the caster of the soul restoration spell represented by the bloody program. Liang Tianyu and the fat man are tasked with keeping me safe.

But the problem is that these people in the school have made such a big battle. How could anyone be stupid enough to come to a "concert"?

Is it because the school teachers have limited IQs, or is Sister Ying and them tendoning, or are people on both sides of the world taking me as a dumbfounder?

At nine o'clock, Tiandao University welcomed its first guests. Dozens of cars stopped in front of the school gate, and then hundreds of people got out of the cars, some holding spiritual plaques, some throwing paper money, some holding incense and candles, and some holding flowers. Such a large number of people walked into the campus unimpeded, oblivious to the great battle of police martial law. The memorial service began on the main road in front of the office building.

If I'm not mistaken. These are the parents of the students who died in the school attack three years ago.

I heard "Brother Wang" say that they have been holding collective memorials here since the year before last, but I didn't expect these people to do so directly, and they completely ignored whether it would affect the daily teaching of the school.

Think about it too. If my own child dies in school. I don't care what it affects or not. Crying directly at school. Not to mention such immorality, morality cannot erase the sorrow and resentment of the loss of loved ones.

The memorial service began in full view of everyone, and the crying was not to be said. The most speechless thing is the unobstructed burning of paper money. These people were scattered in dozens of different places, and at the same time there was a fire, and the smoke was so hot that people choked on tears and snot.

At this time, I couldn't stand here like a fool anymore, and led the fat man and Liang Tianyu to retreat into the office building together, and with the glass door blocked, the uncomfortable feeling of being smoked was slightly relieved.

It was at this time that a second group of people came from the rear of Heavenly Dao University.

To be exact, not all of them were people.

The leader was dressed in a black robe, holding a white paper spirit stick in his left hand and a jet-black iron chain in his right hand. The chain stretched out, pulling out two rows of thirty or forty cloaked men.

At first, I didn't really see it, but when they got closer, I realized that the leader was actually Senior Chen, and the guys who were chained by the chains in his hands were all floating in the air with their feet off the ground.

This scene reminds me of the scene of "a monk leading a ghost together" that I saw on the ghoul road.

Senior Chen's appearance at the moment, could it be that he has also caught dozens of ghosts?

Continuing to look, I saw Senior Chen pulling the souls of the dozens of dead behind him to the front of the office building, gently pulling his right hand, the iron chain was put away, and the left and right white bone spiritist sticks were shaken, and the ghosts scattered and flew away.

A group of ghosts drifted down to those who were engaged in the memorial activities, blending into the smoke and dust, as if they were missing something, and as if they were enjoying something.

Seeing this, I understand.

Senior Chen said that after the campus attack that year, they immediately collected the bodies and ghosts of the students who were killed. Presumably, these ghosts are the students who were killed, and they are brought here every year at this time of year to meet their families.

Well, this thing is done with a little bit of humanity.

I turned my head to look at the fat man and Liang Tianyu next to me, and found that they were just frowning at the weird-looking old Senior Chen, and they didn't express surprise at those ghosts. In that case, I'm the only one who can see ghosts.

Seeing those who have been dead for three years enjoy the same state of enjoyment as smoking a big cigarette in the smoke released by their relatives and friends burning paper money, I feel a little relieved for those family members.

Wait, what's going on with that guy?

Among these ghosts brought by Senior Chen, one of them seemed to be isolated from the world, hiding far away. Seemingly...... It doesn't seem like there's anyone to pay their respects.

Who is this person, why doesn't he even have any relatives or friends?

Curious, I took a few steps closer and looked at the man through the glass door of the office building.

Wang Jiayue, that isolated ghost is Wang Jiayue!

yes, yes, I didn't think of that.

In the campus attack three years ago, Wang Jiayue also died tragically on the spot, and the ghosts of all the students who were killed except Yang Zhen were arrested and taken away by Senior Chen. A few days ago, we were looking for this Wang Jiayue for the sake of the bloody program list, but we forgot that she must be under the management of Senior Chen!

What did we say when we analyzed the whole incident before, except for Dongzi, the three of them who knew everything about Yang Zhen before his death were Wang Jiayue, and Wang Jiayue was very likely to tell one of her best friends about these things, and then that best friend knew where to put the bloody program list.

Now that Wang Jiayue is close at hand, as long as she steps forward and asks her, who has she told Yang Zhen about it, won't the mystery be completely solved!

As soon as I thought of this, I immediately became excited, opened the glass door in front of me and rushed towards Wang Jiayue's location.

However, before I could run a few steps, Wang Jiayue suddenly pretended to look at me.

We looked at each other, and for a moment, I only had time to wail in my heart.

"Wang Jiayue, what do you think I'm doing, I have a spiritual eye...... ...... with a Spiritual Eye Spiritual Eye's ...... ...... of the eye Target...... Ah............h

(To be continued.) )