Campus Race Day.

The sub-campus of Whale City is located in the suburbs, and the site is very large, and the area of the sub-campus is said to be 4,000 acres.

In such a large space, in addition to the teaching building, most of them are testing sites, as well as breeding sites for special biology majors.

It was the first time Kemon came to the branch campus, and the university he attended was a university attended by ordinary people, and the special university was a new school that opened this year, and it was the first time he saw it.

At the top of the main entrance of the school gate, there is a whale sculpture spewing water from the model of the seawater, giving a sense of agility and nature.

Although it feels a bit cheesy, the shape is well designed, and it is not difficult to be old-fashioned.

After crossing the school gate, there is the campus, and the modern houses stand on the ground, and Kemeng casually turns around a few buildings to see the student environment of the current students.

The competition has begun, but Kemeng is not in a hurry, there are many students, there are not so many competitions to finish the race, and besides, this is a race that is divided into several days to complete, so there is really no need to rush.

Kemon wandered to the lecture area, a large classroom was empty, no one was there, and the students were all watching the game in the playground or special field.

Kemon walked to the school library again and looked through the materials in the library.

"How to learn to distinguish between special items and ordinary items", Kemeng looked at the title of the book, thinking that this is not something that can be vaguely figured out by feeling, but then thinking about it, people who are not spiritually sensitive enough still really need to distinguish knowledge.

"Human Reason", the title of the book is quite philosophical, Kemeng opened the book curiously and flipped through it a few times, it is not a philosophy book, it is all directly about the case, the investigator heard the voice of so-and-so, saw the illusion of so-and-so, how to keep his heart, recognize the target, eliminate interference and so on.

The text was a bit boring and easy to fall asleep, so Kemon closed the book and put it back.

There are other types of books, which are also related to the investigation of the incident, and there is not a single waste book.

Although the knowledge in these books is based on experience, it is also a clear path, which can provide experience for those who come after and avoid detours.

The university was doing business, and when Kemon realized this, he felt a little relieved and had some other ideas.

He stepped into the testing ground as he sorted out the knowledge of spiritual perception in his head.

In terms of spirituality, Kemon can be said to be the first person in the country, and the others have not yet learned his spiritual hand, that is, the hand that pushes open special doors.

It is very difficult to manipulate spirituality, many people just subconsciously use spirituality to perceive everything with their senses, and it is thousands of times more difficult to control it, and it can even be said that they can't find the threshold of entry at all.

I can't even touch the threshold, which shows that there are many lines in the line of spiritual knowledge, which can be called epic knowledge.

And Kemon has slowly accumulated experience with the convenience of being different from ordinary people, and he has been ahead of ordinary people.

This knowledge remains in Kemeng's mind, and it can only strengthen him alone, if it can be taught to people with potential, it can make more people stronger.

After a while, the ears were full of people.

Kemon arrived at the test site, a vast and boundless sand and grass test field, where several unusually large wolves were running.

These wolves are huge, fast, and seem to have low-level intelligence, knowing that humans are very powerful, and they do not attack rashly, but organize wolves to gather.

But no matter how many wolves there are, there are only six wolves, which is the number of wolves deliberately controlled by the organizers.

Standing in the crowd, Kemon didn't deliberately understand the rules, and asked passers-by: "What are the rules of the game now?" ”

"Survive five minutes under the siege of wolves, special items provided by the Bureau of Investigation." A female classmate turned around and replied, then she was stunned for a moment, I don't know who asked, there was no one in the crowd who looked at the eye, but the voice was obviously very special.

Kemon had already walked away, looking at the test site as he went.

Such selection rules are ostensibly a test of a team's ability to survive and cooperate, but Kemon knows that the Bureau of Investigation wants to lure out the werewolf.

There are werewolves hidden in the school, and Kemon has already seen the werewolves in the game in his dreams, so as long as he goes around the school pile a few times, he may be able to sense the temperament of the werewolf on the spot.

With this in mind, Kemon walked around the crowd in a clockwise direction.

During the walk, Director Lei called Kemeng, "Kemeng, have you arrived?" ”

There was a lot of noise on the phone, and the wind was very loud, and Director Lei must be outside.

"It's been there a long time ago, at the scene." Kemon replied.

"Listen to the background voice of your phone, it seems to be the same as I thought, haha, let's compare and compare, see which of us finds it first?"

Kemon thought for two seconds, "Okay." ”

Before Director Lei could say who lost and who would do what, Kemeng hung up the phone.

The scene was crowded, not only watched by people from our school, but also by people from other schools, and only registration was done at the door.

Kemon turned more than four full circles in the morning, but he couldn't find anyone who inspired him.

Could it be that Director Lei's sixth sense is wrong?

On the fourth lap, Kemeng also met Director Lei, and Director Lei made up for the loser in person.

"Those who lose, give a lecture at the school." Director Lei thought about Kemeng's knowledge.

"Okay." Kemon had this intention and agreed.

This bet is actually nothing, it is purely an additive, and neither of them cares too much about winning or losing.

On the second day, the competition was still the same, and there were so many students that it had to be divided into three days.

On the second day, there was no harvest, and on the third day, Kemon also wandered around, but there was no harvest.

This can't help but make Kemon wonder, is there really a werewolf in the school?

Kemon went to the first scene where a wolf hair was found, under the roots of a large tree on the shore of a lake.

At this time, it was noon, and the sun hung high in the sky, and the fierce sunlight fell on the ground, penetrating the gaps in the leaves, and shining on the green grass.

Director Lei pointed to a haystack, where wolf fur was found.

Kemon crouched down and touched the haystack.

Although it was the first scene, in order not to be alert, the scene was not cordoned off.

Kemon touched the soft blades of grass and thought of a good place to lie on the ground and enjoy the afternoon sun, just in time for a good night's sleep.

And this is a university again, put a book on the lawn during the day, put a school bag, put a coat on your body and sleep casually, as long as you are not embarrassed, others will not feel embarrassed.

"Do you have a frown?"

"Indeed, I feel like a student of our school." Kemeng slowly stood up, and the direction of his sixth sense was the same as that of Director Lei.

Out-of-school students may also sleep on campus, but Kemon's spirituality is emanated, and the direction of perception is the hair left by the students who sleep in the afternoon.

"Werewolves need a full moon night to transform, but our werewolves here may not need a full moon night." Kemon thought of the scene he saw last night, where the moonlight priest of the werewolf clan cast a red moon phantom, and the werewolves collectively transformed.