There is logical reasoning and a workable solution, which is already a mature idea. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I put these things with Yang Gao, and he simply agreed. In other words, this stage of the matter is over. Next, Yang Gao is going to break through the congested crowd, so it is naturally inconvenient for me to continue to disturb. However, waiting in silence is not the style of an expert after all. The reason why I came to this garden was actually to ask for help. This is the place where the expert organization of the university "Rail Transit Research Association" is located, and a respected senior lives in seclusion here all the year round.

Historically, this site was originally a rather old student apartment, which was demolished ten years ago when it reached the end of its life. After the demolition, the university decided that there was no need to rebuild a new dormitory building, so it was converted into a garden. After learning of this decision, this respected senior, the president of the "Rail Transit Research Association" at that time, applied to the school. The university was asked to keep the bomb shelter under the original dormitory building and use it as a permanent place for the association's activities. The exact circumstances of that year are unknown, but in short, as far as the results are concerned, the school did approve such an application.

This senior is indeed a once-in-a-century genius, and as an expert, he has been active here for four years, and the deeds of this time are regarded as legends, which are passed down from generation to generation by every student here. It's a pity that God is jealous of talents, and the seniors are active in the university, and in the end, their studies are sparse, there is no hope of graduation, and employment is also a wall on all sides. After many attempts and no explanation, he finally hanged himself in this bomb shelter in despair, and turned into a resentful spirit, guarding the association he loved in this way.

Today, the name of my predecessors is no longer reliable, and even to some extent, this name has become a taboo in the hearts of experts of my generation. Now, we just call him "Wizard" according to his image

The stone road meanders along the small river, and at its end is a shallow pond, there is a pavilion on the side of the pool, and there is a Taihu Lake stone on the right side of the pavilion, which is given by the alumni, and after this stone, it is the entrance of the air-raid shelter. Along the way, my heart is also solemn, at this moment the moonlight is like washing, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and the calm pond surface is like a picture scroll, reflecting the bamboo three or five, and the figure is lonely. I walked to the edge of the pool and threw three stones in a regular manner, and when the ripples subsided, a hoarse voice sounded behind me: "The train is passing by the tracks, whining. So, is it the train or the rails moving? ”

"It's not the train that's moving, it's the rails that are moving, it's the people sitting on it who are moving."

"Good~" With this long sigh, there was a sound of heavy objects moving behind the Taihu Lake Stone, and the entrance of the air-raid shelter opened.

I bowed to the open hole, said a word of trouble, and went down from here. Behind the entrance is a long staircase that descends diagonally, and behind the staircase is a rotunda, where the association usually meets. From here, there are several smaller rooms, some of which are storage rooms and some of which are toilets, each with different miscellaneous functions. In the middle of the hall is a one-metre-diameter fire pit with an unquenchable flame that serves as both a symbol of the spirit of the association and a source of light in the room. Around this fire pit, a large circular round table was placed in the room, with a total of twenty-one seats. This figure is the number of people at the time of the highest number of members of the association since the establishment of the school.

This was not the time for the daily gathering, the hall was empty, except for the orange-red flames that flickered quietly. Walking down the last step of the stairs, I stopped, stood still in front of the firelight, and asked respectfully:

"Senior, do you know anything about Wang Zuo?"

The unprovoked wind blew out of nowhere, and it ruffled my collar, but it didn't bring a chill. I glanced at it roughly, and I didn't notice the figure of the wizard's predecessor, but I saw a newspaper on the round table, and I guess this is his answer to me. I went up and opened it, and found an old story from three years ago published on the front page:

It was the city where Yang Gao lived, where a high school student died mysteriously three years ago. He attended a boarding school in the city, and according to the school authorities, he suddenly fainted while washing his face in the morning and died a few minutes later. Of course, this inexplicable statement will naturally not be recognized by the parents, and for this reason, the two sides later pulled out endless lawsuits...

This was old news from three years ago, and I don't know if the case has been finalized yet. However, this kind of thing will not come to fruition.

Although the senior is a respected deity, he is by no means an omniscient god, and I cannot expect him to solve the whole incident with a single word. There is definitely some kind of hidden truth in this report, because the school where the murder occurred is the high school where Wang Zuo studied. And being able to find this report for me from an unknown corner is already precious. I thanked the flames and continued to flip through the paper. On the next few pages, I saw two old stories that were also from three years ago, one of which was:

Someone went to a hospital in the city because he had a bad stomach, and the doctor diagnosed it with general inflammation and just prescribed a few antidiarrheal pills. As a result, the person took the prescription and received the medicine, and collapsed in the outpatient hall before leaving the hospital, and died a few hours later. According to the hospital, during the operation, it was found that the person had five three-inch steel nails in his abdominal cavity, and he died of internal bleeding and infection. As for why there are five steel nails in the abdominal cavity, it is another headless lawsuit.

The second is that a construction company is in arrears with the wages of migrant workers, so three migrant workers block the excavator operation at the construction site, saying that they will not give in if they do not pay wages. The two sides have reached a stalemate, and the incident has not been resolved for two weeks. As a result, in the third week, the three migrant workers disappeared without a trace, and did not appear for three days. Seeing this, the construction party continued to work, but the three migrant workers were never seen and were finally identified as missing. As a result, half a year later, sanitation workers found objects suspected to be human bones in the construction waste, which were identified by the police as the remains of the three people.

Finally, at the bottom of the stack, there is a newspaper of different sizes and written in an exotic language. I had never heard of this kind of alphabet, but this newspaper caught my eye ten times more than the previous three. Because, on the front page, there is a large propaganda poster, showing a yellow woman reporting a dark-skinned baby walking through the ruins of the city, behind her several powerful black soldiers are chasing, and in front of her, there are snipers ambushing in high-rise buildings.

Needless to say, this person is Meizi, no matter how the style of painting changes, I will not admit to mistake.