He recalled that he had used the red ring to emit a 700-degree flame last night, and he had a cigarette given to him by Chen Tianhao, so he had a whim, and planned to test a small fire magic in the men's toilet to see if he could use the red ring as a cigarette lighter.

Holding his breath and contemplating, imagining the existence of high heat such as volcanoes, Nanke, who was hiding in the men's toilet cubicle, entered a state of "gong".

Listening to Qianxue, contemplation is the foundation of many magics, as for breath-holding...... The smell in the toilet, if you don't hold your breath, you can't concentrate!

Teacher Xie Ding, who teaches Chinese, often recites excerpts of poems in class, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, Nanke also remembers some, but always misses and misremembers, such as Su Dongpo's "The old man chats about juvenile madness, the left leads the yellow, and the right Qingcang", Nanke always recalls it as "the left hand is yellow, the right hand is cang".

So combined with the Emperor's ring on his hands, Nanke amused himself: "The left hand is red, the right hand is white, the barbecue and refrigeration are suitable, and it can also be used as a cigarette lighter......

"Ahh

Nanke saw that the red ring listened to his own instructions very much, although it was not yet to the extent of being like an arm and a finger, but it was a little more comfortable to use, and he couldn't help but be very excited. It's a pity that he really didn't like the smell of smoke, but was choked by the sudden smoke and coughed.

"Who's smoking in there!?" Qian Baoshan, the director of teaching, shouted, "I have long said that the school rules do not allow smoking!" Are you going to be like that ** robot in Qingzi School Park?,Set our school on fire? ”

Nanke was frightened, not because he was afraid of Qian Baoshan, but because he was worried that his visible Dharma Emperor's Ring would be seen.

He froze and let the red ring in his left hand disappear without a trace, and then opened the door of the cubicle with a lit cigarette, and was met by the serious-looking dean of the dean staring at him.

Before Qian Baoshan, who was tall and thin and wore glasses, spoke, Nan Ke took the first step and said: "Director Qian, you know that I don't know how to smoke, this cigarette was picked up in the toilet, I don't know who lit it, I will put it here and leave it alone, what if it causes a fire!" ”

Nanke said, took out the remaining pack of cigarettes in his pocket, and handed them all to Qian Baoshan.

"Director Qian, you see, he didn't drop a cigarette, but a whole pack of cigarettes here! I don't know how to smoke and it's useless to ask for this, and I'm about to hand it over to the school for confiscation, and I happened to meet you! It really saved me a lot of trouble! ”

Qian Baoshan's narrow eyes narrowed behind the lenses, he looked at the brand of cigarettes, then put the cigarette in his pocket, nodded and smiled: "Okay, good, Nanke, you are a good student who abides by the law, and you can be taught!" Since you know the rules so well, I won't punish you for skipping class in the first class in the afternoon. ”

Nanke rolled his eyes when Qian Baoshan couldn't see it, and said in his heart: The teaching director of Dongshan No. 1 Middle School is very inward, not only is it super easy to buy, but his body is not right, and he does everything he does not let students do. It is rumored that the obscene books he confiscated from the male students were used by him to set up a secret library, and he also enjoyed them with the members of the "HHH Club" formed by the strange uncles!

After using a pack of cigarettes to get the dean of instruction, Nanke tried to restrain his curiosity and did not experiment with the ability of red and white again.

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Two more showers fell that evening, making the roads slippery and sparsely populated, but the temperature was pleasant. At around nine o'clock in the evening, Sima Ling walked to Nanke's ice cream warehouse, and he was not in a good mood.

Her father is a well-known sculptor, and her mother is a famous French painter, these two people do things casually and have strong personalities, and they have married five times and divorced five times over the years.

Sima Ling felt that she was the key to getting her parents married for the sixth time, so she went to the airport after school today and met her mother, who was finally passing through China.

Unexpectedly, her mother not only didn't ask about her father at all, but also counted Sima Ling's outfit, saying that her dark blue dress and silver spike heels didn't match, and her personality of liking dark colors was obviously inherited from your bastard dad or something.

The last time we met, the school uniform skirt worn by Sima Ling had been criticized by her mother as incomplete, and this time she specially changed her image, but the result still couldn't satisfy her mother.

"Are you happy for me to wear one of your low-cut, backless dresses? Mom, do you know that your yellow dress makes you look like a pineapple in sugar water! ”

Sima Ling snorted and walked on the road, and unconsciously, when he passed an intersection, he walked onto the overpass.

At this time, there are very few vehicles on the road, and it will be more labor-saving to pass through the pedestrian crossing not far below the overpass, but since Sima Ling usually likes to walk across the overpass, there is no reason to turn back now.

She walked alone on the empty overpass, bored looking at the street scene and traffic light signals under the bridge, and her mood slowly relaxed. There was a fat man under the overpass who was about to cross the street, and when he saw what he was wearing, Sima Ling suddenly understood why his mother hated bad dress.

The man was wearing a fat suit with green stripes on a yellow background, a tie with white spots on a black background, a pair of sunglasses on his rosacea, and his hair was combed like Chow Yun-fat's big back.

"This fat man's taste is so bad!" Sima Ling thought to herself, and she couldn't wait to count him down in person like her mother counted herself.

Just halfway through the crosswalk, the fat man's mobile phone suddenly rang with a loud bang, and the ringtone was rotten on the street, "I'm looking up ~~~ above the moon~~~~", he actually stopped in the middle of the road and indirectly started the phone.

"Hello? Looking for me? What the? You're new! The name Gu Kangming is also what you can call? Who doesn't call me Teacher Gu inside and outside the stage? The director asked you to find me? Then let him call in person! ”

"Why does this sound sound familiar? And I seem to have heard the name Gu Kangming somewhere......" Sima Ling stopped on the overpass in confusion, holding on to the guardrail and looking under the bridge, the signal light at the intersection had turned red at this time, but the fat man was still standing in the middle of the road, and he didn't mean to change places to answer the phone.

The originally poorly lit intersection was suddenly illuminated by two headlights, and a speeding silver-gray Dongfeng Honda appeared on the roadway, because there were few pedestrians after the rain, and there was no traffic police nearby, it drove as fast as it could, eager to break free from the earth's attraction.

It is estimated that the driver of the Honda car never expected that someone would choose to stand in the middle of the road at a red light and make indirect calls, so when he found the fat man hurriedly stepped on the brakes, although the four tires were trying hard to "squeak" and rub against the road, the speed was still enough to turn the fat man into a dead fat man.

"Hey! If you don't want to die, get out of the way! Sima Ling couldn't help but shout a warning, thinking that even if he was ugly and couldn't match clothes, he wouldn't be guilty of death, right?

Contrary to everyone's expectations, compared to the Honda that was about to crash himself to death, the fat man was more interested in who was warning on the flyover. He closed his phone and put it back in his pocket, while looking up at the overpass, his big and godless bull's eyes met Sima Ling through his sunglasses, and suddenly Sima Ling felt an indescribable chill hit his body.

Then, the fat man's left hand waved down heavily, and the space was immediately filled with the sound of steel deformation, as if an invisible boulder hit the roof of the Honda car, causing it to suddenly sink into the asphalt road, and the huge impact made the engine of the Honda car stop instantly, and the shattered headlights and bumper plates became flying parts.

The force still refused to stop, the body and axles made a "creaking" sound under its pressure, and the driver, who was trapped in the driver's seat and could not see clearly, struggled desperately for help, but his dull and frightened voice gradually became inaudible, and red liquid flowed out of the twisted window, and the whole body completely sank below the road, leaving only a shocking crater on the road.

During the whole process, the fat man's left hand hung straight at his side, and his muscles tensed as if they were straining, as if the inexplicable scene was entirely due to his clenched left fist. On the little finger of his left hand, a pitch-black ring reflected the light on the street corner, and it was indescribably cold.

Sima Ling fought a cold war, she realized that someone died, someone died in front of her eyes, but the dead person was not the fat man standing in the middle of the road, who was in a catastrophe. She is embroiled in a paranormal case that cannot be explained by science, and as the only witness, her own life is likely to be threatened!

Thinking of this, Sima Ling turned around and ran, trying to escape from the fat man's sight under the cover of night. She finally remembered where she had heard the name Gu Kangming.

There used to be a radio program in Dongshan City called "Kangming City Pass", many listeners called the hotline to ask the host Gu Kangming to recommend places to play and restaurants, and the listening rate was not bad on buses and taxis, but recently Gu Kangming was complained by quite a lot of listeners, and finally let this show change a female host, and the name was changed to "Xiaofan City Pass".

Sima Ling didn't care who should host this show, she just suddenly thought: Not long after Gu Kangming left this show, there were a series of bizarre murders in Dongshan City - those victims who were crushed into the road with their whole bodies in the same situation as today's Honda cars?

"It's not very wise to crush this car, Your Majesty." A young man appeared behind Gu Kangming, his whole body covered in darkness, like a ghost or a grim reaper, and his voice showed great self-control and a bit of melancholy.

"I don't care if I'm wise or not, I can do whatever I like!" Gu Kangming spat on the wreckage of the Honda, took out a cigar and lit it for himself, and said impatiently, "What happened just now, someone on the overpass saw it, it was a woman with dyed hair, you go and kill her for me!" I'm smoking a cigarette here. ”

"Is this necessary, sir?" The male in the shadows seemed to frown.

"You said it wasn't necessary when I killed those five people!" Gu Kangming roared, "If I hadn't woken you up, you would still be in that envelope of unknown origin!" Do you, the spirit of the ring, dare to teach me, my master? Kill whoever I want! Now you go and kill one for me! ”

After taking a puff of the spicy cigar, Gu Kangming continued: "I'll give you a level of authorization, Deserted Night, 10% of the magic power is enough for you to kill that woman, and I will use the rest of the power to protect my own safety." By the way, I can't leave any more evidence this time, and after killing her, you will come to the dock site in the middle of the lake to find me, and I will watch you sink her body into the mud at the bottom of the lake. ”

Seeing that there was still no movement in the deserted night, Gu Kangming tightly pinched the black ring on his middle finger and threatened: "You don't go quickly!" I have already set a target for you to destroy, do you dare to disobey the Emperor's decree? ”

"No, I can't." Deserted Night replied in a very low voice, and the pitch-black figure disappeared into the night sky in an instant.