That night, the boys in the men's dormitory of Jinghu Apartment were more or less dreaming, except for Joe, who had nightmares, and everyone else was dreaming of being a hero with his swordsmanship like electricity, and clothes like snow. And Du Daxia himself, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, all he thought about was to practice with himself early tomorrow morning.

He had already used his detection skills to look at these roommates in the dormitory, Learmor was a level 16 waste wood, Dietrie had a level 30 strength, and Fang, that was a level 60 hidden master on campus. Duchamp himself has studied and practiced hard for so long, and how many talent drugs he has taken, the evaluation given to him by the system is only more than forty levels.

The next day, Duchamp got up an hour earlier than usual, lightly footed, used skills, quietly slipped away, ran to Goode's dormitory to wait for Goode on the side of the road, and told the aristocratic students about chewing the root of their tongues, and asked Goode to go to his own territory to practice alone, and not to meet these days.

Duchamp went to find a secluded place by himself, avoided Fang, and practiced his sword skills until the class bell rang, and he estimated that Fang could no longer find time to mention 'sparring' by himself, so he quietly slipped into the classroom.

By the time the morning class reached the second period, a big man, the head of school discipline, appeared in the class with two guards, his face was so cold that he was about to drip.

Dushanton knew that things were not good.

"I heard that there have been fights in the men's dormitory of Jinghu Apartment recently, and some people have openly attacked their classmates with knives."

Duchamp glanced quietly at Joe's desk, but there was no one. I listened to the director of discipline and then said: "Although it did not cause major physical injury, it caused great mental trauma to the student. If such an incident occurs on campus, how to explain to the parents of the students, this matter must be severely punished. ”

When Duchamp heard this, his head was a 'buzz', thinking that this trick of the southern Yankees is called a killer weapon, and the spirit is fierce, and Zhennyima kills people invisibly.

I only heard the director of discipline raise his voice and say sternly: "As for the murderer who hurt people, stand up yourself now." ”

Seeing the eyes of the whole class suddenly shooting, Duchamp was angry and helpless, so he had to slowly stand up and wait to hear the result of the trial.

When the director of discipline saw Duchamp standing up, he angrily reprimanded: "The school educates talents, and pays attention to both ability and political integrity. Some students have no cultivation at all, no one in their eyes, they do not know how to respect teachers and education, nor can they get along with their classmates, what is the use of such students? ”

Duchamp's face was expressionless, with a poker face, and he muttered in his heart: "Ami Tofu, I can't hear anything, I can't hear anything." ”

Suddenly, I heard the director of discipline say, "Stelli Duchamp, hand over the weapon of the murder." Duchamp was shocked, that guiding knife was the best weapon he had made so far, how could he say that he would hand it over, not to mention that after today's practice, it was still in his carry-on package.

Duchamp was heartbroken and said, "How can I have a weapon, I just hit him a few times with the broom in the dormitory." ”

Before coming, the director of discipline had already found the students and investigated the ins and outs of the matter clearly, and when he heard Duchamp say this, he roared angrily: "Are you planning to resist the school rules to the end?" The sound was so loud that even the plaster on the ceiling shook a few pieces.

The students in the other classes in the teaching building listened to it and knew that there was a lot of excitement to see, and they talked around in private, but they didn't have the idea of going to class.

After the director of discipline roared, he looked at the classroom and asked, "Who is the class leader?" ”

Eric quickly stood up and replied, "My name is Eric Evans, and I am the president of Class A in the first grade. ”

The Director of Discipline asked him, "You weren't there yesterday morning when the wounding happened. ”

"I stopped them," Eric said. Actually, it's not that serious. Before he could finish speaking, he was grabbed by the director of discipline and asked, "Then you have seen Sturry Duchamp using weapons." ”

Eric said dejectedly, "It looks like he's holding a sheathed weapon, but I haven't seen him pull it out." The words left room for Duchamp.

The director of discipline turned around with satisfaction and said to the school police, "Take him and go to the men's dormitory to search." ”

The school policeman came to push Duchamp, Duchamp's eyes widened, he shook off the school policeman's hand, and said, "The master has feet, he will walk by himself." He didn't want to make a big deal anymore, and he didn't want to be caught by the school police like a prisoner, so he strode towards the dormitory, thinking about countermeasures all the time.

The other students, when they saw that things had suddenly come to this point, were a little bold, so they followed to see the excitement. Fang looked at this scene, and suddenly thought that his sword was still in the dormitory, so he hurriedly followed, and the others in 305 looked at each other and followed. For a while, most of the students in the classroom left, and the teacher had no choice but to leave the class.

Walking to the door of the dormitory, the school supervisor opened the door with a key, and the director of teaching walked into the dormitory, and at a glance saw the huge heavy sword placed at the head of the bed, and immediately rejoiced, and said, "This is it." ”

Fang hurriedly jumped in, howling and said, "Teacher, this is my thing, Stellary Duchamp's bed is in the innermost one. Learmour also hurried over to testify.

The dean frowned, "How can you put such a murder weapon in the school and take it away." ”

Fang Yi hugged the sword and didn't let go, howling in his mouth: "Teacher, this is my family's heirloom sword, how can I take it away." ”

Eric Evans also stepped forward, saying that Duchamp had a much smaller weapon last night.

The director of discipline snorted, walked to Duchamp's bed, and said to Duchamp: "You take out the murder weapon yourself." ”

Duchamp turned his head and said, "No." "I thought to myself, it's weird if you can turn it out.

The school police asked Duchamp to hand over the keys to his locker as well.

Duchamp pointed to the last cabinet and said, "It's not locked." ”

The school police opened the cabinet and made a mess of the contents inside. Inside the cabinet were only Duchamp's two sets of clothes and a few books, where to hide large items. Duchamp saw that the school police deliberately did this, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

Another school policeman saw that there was nothing in the cupboard, looked elsewhere, and suddenly with a cheer, he took out a long box from under Duchamp's bed. With a smile on his face, the director of discipline pointed to the box and said to Duchamp, "What is this?" ”

Duchamp said: "This is the case. ”

The director of discipline sneered and said, "Do you think I can't see through this kind of trick? When I opened it, I was stunned.

In the box, there was indeed a magnificent mandolin with a silver pattern. This is one of the two cool artifacts that Duchamp brought when he started school, and he was going to use the mandolin "moonlight" to seduce girls. Considering that he could not play the magic of fetching things empty-handed in the dormitory, Duchamp took out many of the commonly used things from his bag.

Before coming to school, Duchamp also specially equipped this instrument with a case. Because there is no suitable opportunity to use it, Duchamp has not yet taken it out.

The school police rummaged through Duchamp's bed luggage, but still did not find the murder weapon, and went to rummage through the bed next door. Next door was Li'ermu's bed, and when he saw the school police turning over his futon, the young master was angry, and he was about to step forward to theorize.