Faced with Chi Shang Donghe's question, Shao Ze Xiangzuo organized his language a little and said, "I don't know if you have noticed Donghe-kun, Mr. Liuda is a particularly rigorous person. ”

"When teaching us lessons, I always stop what we're asking and then answer seriously. Only in front of the closest disciples and relatives will the teacher show some casualness. ”

"Now Mr. Rokuta still has the experimental forceps in his hand, which means that he is very relaxed before he dies. ”

This kind of behavior shows that the teacher is very relieved of the person who murdered him, and he is not at all defenseless. ”

This can be seen from the expression on his face, the teacher was very frightened and surprised before he died, obviously he did not expect that the people close to him would attack him. ”

Speaking of this, Shao Ze Xiangzuo seemed to be possessed by Sherlock Holmes, and said in a low voice: "So there is only one true image, that is, the murderer of the teacher is an acquaintance." The other party suddenly murdered Mr. Rokuda when the teacher was unprepared when he was concentrating on the experiment, and then brutally and perverted the teacher's heart and fled. ”

For a moment, Ji Shangdonghe felt that his classmate was full of confidence, and his whole body seemed to be flashing with confidence.

The reasoning and speculation just now are not right or wrong, but the logic is really in the past. If you think about it, it's really possible that an acquaintance committed the crime.

However, these are just the four logics of ordinary people, and they are too far from the vision of cultivators.

There was not much blood splattered around, which was obviously not the performance of a deceased person who had been cut out of his heart.

And after his careful investigation, he found that Mr. Rokuta's body was no longer elastic, and it collapsed to the touch.

This phenomenon is a clear indication that the blood in the muscles is flowing too much and has dried up.

Together, these clues show that this murder is definitely not as simple as a man-made homicide, and there must be a deeper secret behind it.

Although I didn't quite agree with Shaoze's contradictory reasoning in my heart, Ji Shangdonghe didn't hit the other party either.

After all, the two are still classmates, and they have a good relationship with each other, so they should leave each other with some confidence.

"There's some truth to that! It's not even like that!"

Shaoze Xiangzuo, who had a confident face, heard Ji Shangdong's words, and his face showed joy.

It is a joy for him to be recognized, especially by his classmates and friends.

Next, Ji Shangdonghe looked around again, and left without finding any clues.

But that wasn't the end of the story, and he decided to come back in the evening.

Just like when they entered the door, the two of them walked out of the gate of the experimental building, and no one asked halfway.

Shao Zexiangzuo, who followed Ji Shangdong and behind him, looked at a group of teachers and security guards at the door, plus a group of Metropolitan Police Department investigators who rushed past the two of them without saying anything, and their nervousness couldn't help but let go.

In his heart, he was still secretly saying, 'The management of these people is too strict, and there is no one who has even come forward to ask and investigate, no wonder there are frequent public security cases now.'"

Because it is a national key junior high school, the University of Tokyo High School is closed and has a dormitory building for students to stay in.

Single room, two-person room, quadruple room, the environment is not the same, and the price is different.

Ji Shangdong lives in a single room, and since he was a child, he has been used to sleeping by himself, and he is not used to sleeping with others.

As for the accommodation fee, it is even more trivial, not as much as his pocket money for a week.

At night, after evening self-study, the University of Tokyo High School gradually went into a state of quiet hibernation.

However, many students in the dormitories could not sleep peacefully, and were still muttering about the murders that had occurred during the day. Guess what kind of person is so vicious, killing people is not over and digging out people's hearts.

For students, a homicide case with a Dharma god by his side is far more impactful than the news.

This incident is still known to the school despite the school's incentives to cover up the suppression.

In order to take care of the safety of the students, the school not only seconded some campus police officers from the university headquarters to protect them, but also organized the school's security team to patrol at night to protect the safety of the students.

It is precisely because of these protective measures that students can sleep in the dormitory with peace of mind, otherwise they would have been scared home.

Glancing through the window at the security patrol walking outside, Ji Shangdong and his brows furrowed slightly.

I don't know why they feel that tonight shouldn't be too peaceful, and something might happen.

He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he trusted his feelings.

It was still early, and he decided to squint for a while and wait for the party to act.

The clock was ticking, and it was two o'clock in the morning, and the night was getting darker.

In the single dormitory, Ji Shangdonghe suddenly opened his eyes, listened quietly for a while, and felt that the people around him had already shown a gentle breath and entered a dream. This is the right time to act.

I got up and put on my coat.

His eyes fell on the window, and after a while, he realized that the patrol that was supposed to be every fifteen minutes had become half an hour.

Seeing a wave of energetic patrols walking underneath, Chi Shangdonghe went out, cast an illusion on himself and ran quickly in the direction of the experimental building, arriving in less than five minutes.

Looking up at the dark experimental building, he looked like a beast entrenched in the abyss, with a big mouth ready to choose someone to devour.

For ordinary people, it's scary to just die during the day and come by yourself at night. But for Ji Shangdonghe, there was no reaction at all.

When their brother was three years old, he was taught by his father to face ghosts and monsters and face all kinds of bloody scenes.

For the lineage of cultivators, these are the most basic subjects, and everyone has to learn and adapt, and he is naturally no exception.

Compared to those horrific scenes, the environment in front of me is completely pediatric.

Ignoring the large lock hanging in front of the door, he inserted energy into the lock hole a few times and then opened it. Then he strode into the dark laboratory building.

"Step~Step~~"

The sound of low footsteps slowly came out in the empty corridor, and soon Ji Shangdonghe came to the fourth floor.

Standing at the top of the staircase, his eyes glancing at the corridors on either side. Then he walked towards the murder classroom.

"Squeak~~"

The folding page of the classroom door seemed to have not been oiled for a long time, and when it was pushed open, there was a screeching sound, and the abrupt sound was terrifying in the dark and uninhabited corridor.

As if he didn't hear the screeching sound of folding, Ji Shangdonghe slowly pushed open the door of the classroom, and did not enter immediately, his eyes scanned the inner environment before slowly entering.

It looks like a casual and slow step, but there is a deep guard hidden in it. He can enter combat at any time as long as there is danger.

Even for insurance, they pinched a life-saving talisman that their father gave to their brother.

The phrase 'a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall' was taught by his father to his brothers, and he always remembered it.

After glancing around, Ji Shangdonghe took it back, and almost all the useful things were taken away by the Metropolitan Police Department, which he had already prepared.

Walking to the test bench, his eyes were slightly condensed.

It was here that Mr. Rokuta died, and this is the first scene of the murder.

He believes that no matter how the people from the Metropolitan Police Department clean up, there will definitely be some clues left at the first scene.

Investigate carefully, grope carefully. Soon, Ji Shangdonghe found a trace of doubt.

Brush your fingers across the surface of the test bench and sniff at the tip of your nose. A faint smell of formalin entered Ji Shangdong and his nose.

This discovery made Ji Shangdonghe frown, and he had some conjectures in his heart.

According to the rules of the school, the experimental equipment must be disinfected after each test, and there will be no mistakes or omissions in both the instrument and the experiment.

There was now a faint smell of formalin left on the bench, which was obviously abnormal.

Thinking about it, suddenly Ji Shangdonghe seemed to think of something.

During the day, there were a lot of experimental equipment at the scene of Mr. Liuda's murder, but it seemed that there was a lack of test materials.

The test bench was empty, there was nothing.

At the time, I thought that I had been murdered before I had time to produce the experimental materials, but now it seems that this is probably not the case.

Thinking of this, Ji Shangdonghe couldn't help but have a guess in his heart.

'Could it be that the murderer is the test material?'

This speculation made his heart tighten, and he felt that this case was a little complicated.

But it also made his heart more exploratory, and he became more curious about the murderer behind it.

In the current world of the end of the law, Ji Shangdonghe's knowledge of demons and monsters is only limited to some domestic ones at home, and he has not seen the wild ones yet.

Now that he suddenly discovered the existence of a suspected wild ghost, how could he not be happy, how could he not be excited.

After calming down the fluctuating emotions in his heart, and after checking around and finding nothing, Ji Shangdonghe withdrew from the classroom. Then he walked towards the corner tower of the floor.

"Step~Step~Step~"

"Experimental herbarium. ”

Looking at the eerie door sign in the dark, Ji Shangdonghe walked over.

"Huh~~"

I was going to unlock the door and enter it, but suddenly found that the door had been opened.

This discovery made him cautious, and the energy in his body was secretly transported, beware of sudden accidents.

He didn't believe that someone could lock such an important place as the herbarium, which was obviously problematic.

"Squeak~~"

Slowly pushing open the door, the gloomy specimen room was revealed in front of Ji Shangdonghe's eyes.

Unlike other classrooms, the herbarium is covered by thick curtains all year round, and no sunlight comes in at all.

Add to that a pile of corpses soaked in bottles and jars, which makes this place even more eerie.

The pungent smell of formalin rushed straight to his nose, and Ji Shangdong frowned a little uncomfortably.

Rows of specimen racks are neatly placed in the room, and the shelves are filled with large and small glass bottles.

The bottle was filled with formalin solution, soaked in a biological specimen that was only left for experimentation.

Flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, drilling in the earth, all kinds of things.

There are many creatures that even Ji Sang-dong and can't name, and they are also placed in it, revealing the value of their existence.

In addition to these xenomorph specimens, several specimens of human corpses were placed in the back.

Most of these people were volunteers who volunteered to donate their bodies to hospitals for experiments before they died, and a few were sold by poor families with poor family difficulties.

But no matter what identity these people were in life, they are all the same identity 'specimens' now.

Suddenly, Ji Shangdong and his footsteps paused. In front of me, a large adult glass coffin was empty.

No, it can't be said to be completely empty, and there is still more than half of the formalin solution in it. But the body soaked in it was gone.

"Empty, how can it be empty. ”

"What about the corpses?"

With doubts, Chi Shangdonghe slowly stepped forward, carefully wiped a little formalin solution on the edge of the glass coffin with his fingers, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it carefully.

Immediately, I determined that the smell was the same as that of Mr. Liuda's test bench, and the corpse inside tasted exactly the same.

Ordinary people may not be able to smell anything, and it feels like it is the smell of formalin potion.

But he was a cultivator, and his six senses were particularly acute, and he could feel the more subtle flavor differences in the potion.

Empty glass coffin, pungent formalin potion.

In an instant, Ji Shangdonghe came back to his senses, and he finally knew where his previous feelings came from.

"Oh no, I'm afraid this thing is going to hurt people, and we must stop it. ”

Thinking of this, he turned and ran, and ran out of the specimen room to find the ghost hidden in the darkness and ready to harm people.

"Damn, it would be nice to learn more about the Six Deduction Technique. ”

Ji Shangdong, who went downstairs quickly, complained softly from the top that he hadn't learned much.

If he knew how to deduce the Six Deduction Technique, he could use the formalin potion in the empty coffin as a medium to deduce the hiding traces of the disappeared ghosts, but unfortunately he couldn't.

He usually spends most of his time focusing on offensive and defensive techniques, and rarely studies other things.

This also caused his cultivation path to be seriously biased, and as a second-grade beginner cultivator, he didn't even master a simple deduction technique.

Dropped off the experimental building like a headless fly, and looked around the front and back of the building but didn't find anything.

"Damn, in the future, you must learn the Six Deduction Technique well. ”

Unwilling to mutter in his heart, in the end, Ji Shangdonghe had to face the reality that he couldn't find a ghost.

At the moment, although he knew that the ghost was already preparing to harm people outside, he could only hurry because he couldn't find its trace.

After thinking about it for a while, Ji Shangdonghe decided to use the stupidest way to search.

In ancient times, when the method of derivation had not yet been promoted, cultivators relied on the smell of blood in order to find the demons and demons hidden in the secret to kill humans.

Because cultivators are also human evolution, their own energy is also particularly sensitive to human blood.

Therefore, in that era, cultivators used to release their own energy in order to catch the demons and monsters that were harmful.

Although this method is a bit stupid, it still works, as long as the distance is not too far, it will be sensed.

Although this way of killing ghosts and demons often has victims, there is no way to do it.

Now Ji Shangdonghe is using this primitive way to sense ghosts that may harm people.

Close your eyes and concentrate, release your energy, blow with the wind, feel the fluctuations, and listen to your surroundings.

Suddenly, Ji Sang-dong-he's closed eyes suddenly opened.