"Vomit and vomit...... Ahem......"

Dr. Kujo lay on his stomach next to the washbasin in the dissection room, vomiting incessantly and his stomach burning as if it were burning.

The white light wire hanger in his hand is dim and can no longer be used for three days.

Her doll died.

The Frankenstein puppet is like a remote-controlled car, and if you want to recycle it, you have to return to the user on a physical level.

Forced detachment can only be through death.

……

Oda doesn't know what went crazy, I guess it's the same as those Gu Bird believers in the textile factory, summoning terrifying and weird things,

Doctor Kujo tried her best to escape, but she couldn't escape, but in the blink of an eye, she was torn off by the weeping angel statue.

Although he died once, Doctor Kujo vaguely sensed some patterns of the weeping angel's actions through a brief escape.

When you look at it yourself, it doesn't move.

It only moves when you don't look at it.

She had tried to rely on this rule to maneuver around it, but in the end, she was caught in the dark theater where the electric gate was pulled.

The phone she used to take the photo was also left in the tram theater with the death of the doll.

……

Luckily, it's a puppet.

If it were her, her life would be gone.

Praise the Ninety-Nine-Eighty-One God, praise the great existence of the deep sea, praise Mr. Truth......

Doctor Kujo performed a small ritual and whispered praise and prayer.

It's a daily habit to stay in touch with the mysteries and maintain relationships.

Su Qi could vaguely sense it, although he couldn't know the specific content, he could sense the call.

The ritual formation was designed by him, which is equivalent to a radio frequency, and he can receive signals of the corresponding frequency.

But rituals cannot hear the prayers as clearly as shrines.

……

Dr. Kujou now has no doll available for three days, she can't get her phone back, and she won't risk it.

She's never going to get close to the tram theater, where there's a monster with a penchant for twisting people's necks.

The question is, will this thing come out.

Who should I talk to?

Alarm? Is this a violation of the rules of the secret exchange with Mr. Truth?

Will anyone believe it?

Or just pretend not to know? And then......

Early tomorrow morning, the unsuspecting enter the tram theater unsuspectingly, and their necks will be broken, and they may even let the weeping angel escape.

Dr. Kujo thought for a moment, picked up a pen, wrote a letter, took it with him, and got up and walked out of the anatomy classroom.

……

Late at night.

In the dark tram theater, a rat-headed student who appeared out of nowhere meets the Weeping Angel.

After a moment's recite, he vanished.

Unobserved, the angel returned to wandering.

At the same time, a little mouse with a white light hanger on his back quickly escaped from the theater.

……

The next day.

Su Qi was woken up by Hans Christian Andersen's phone call in the morning.

"Have you checked the files of the Tram Theater?"

Tram theater?

Su Qi was stunned.

"What? What's wrong? ”

"Did you read yesterday's news, the news about the death of the actor who played the king."

"That Macbeth's curse? I watched. ”

"Something happened again today."

"Something happened again?"

Su Qi searched the Internet for news.

"I didn't find the news."

"The police received a letter from a mysterious person, acted in advance, and cordoned off the scene."

Su Qi thought for a moment and asked:

"Which one is the point, mystery man? Or a tram theater? ”

"Both are the point."

"You come to the Black Gate Club in the afternoon, I'll tell you in detail."

"Okay."

Su Qi agreed, and at the same time wondered.

He'd been to see the Macbeth Ghost, and it was still early to surface.

Nine heads and white mouse, the two occult gates that have not entered...... No, one person and one mouse, how can there be so much movement?

After last week's meeting in the Hall of Mysteries, a week has been full of incidents.

……

During the day, Su Qi also tried to find news about the tram theater on the Internet and wanted to know what was going on.

But nothing came of it, and it seems that the news is tightly blocked.

At noon, the guinea pig, which had not been seen for a few days, appeared in the shrine, and it was not known where it had run the other day.

"Dry ...... Casein......"

It's still a familiar simple appeal.

……

In the afternoon, school is approaching.

The teacher knocked on the blackboard and said:

"Next week's mid-term test, remember to review well when you go back, students who fail the exam are not allowed to participate in this year's cultural festival."

"Hondo-san, so harsh ......"

"Call the main teacher."

"Teacher, you won't like us like this."

"So you have to work hard, the teacher is looking forward to you."

The teacher spread his hands, leaving the scumbags in mourning.

Su Qi is not worried about the exam, Su Qi's grades have always been very good, and he has not slackened after crossing over.

However, Su Qi had the impression that he seemed to have to ...... before each exam

"Qijun, let's have a study meeting this week!"

As soon as class ended, Saya ran over, pressed his hand on his homework book, and said with a very energetic face.

That's right, the childhood sweetheart who grew up together, Saya, is not good at studying, and for several years, I have to find him to make up for his homework before every exam and go to his house for a study meeting.

That's a big problem...... Su Qi's heart was empty.

If this is an ordinary cute girl so free, it is absolutely impossible for him to hesitate a little when he is in the past.

The problem is that in the eyes of Su Qi now, this is a ghost who turns around every day!

What to do, what to do...... Can you refuse?

Su Qi was struggling in his heart, and he was lucky.

But before he could answer, another voice interjected.

"Can you teach me to study too?"

Su Qi's pupils jumped suddenly.

Next to his seat stood a figure.

A figure with a school uniform style and a different style than theirs.

A figure with hollow facial features.

A figure that is completely ignored by others and can only be seen by himself.

"Can you teach me to study too?"

The transfer student asked with an expressionless face.

"Okay, let's have a study meeting this week, you help me make up for it, this hall is so strict, I will definitely be scolded if I fail."

Saya was still talking, and as she spoke, her head fell off again......

Su Qi's heart was shaking except for coldness.

Saya doesn't say, why did this transfer student ghost suddenly insert the topic? Does this have anything to do with you?

He hesitated for a long time and said with difficulty:

"Saya, I've been going on a ...... at home lately"

"Can he see? Can he see? Can he see? ”

The whispers of ghosts and gods rang out with suspicion.

No way! You can't say no!

"We've got to pick a day when I'm fine...... This weekend, just this weekend. ”

Su Qi immediately changed his words.

"Okay, I'll look for you at your house over the weekend."

Saya picked up the "hairpin" and hugged her head and cheered.

"Okay, I'll look for you at your house over the weekend."

The transfer student on the other side nodded expressionlessly and turned to leave.

A Saya, a transfer student, parents at home, and a ghost in the bathroom...... Oh roar, it's over, the house has completely become a dark house.

Su Qi's heart was cold.

……

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