The man in the wall was wearing an old, dusty shirt on the top, black trousers and a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Due to the lack of air moisture within the walls, his face was not completely rotten, but shrivelled and wrinkled like a shriveled fruit.

"A lot of the cement and skin are glued together, and judging from the style of clothes worn by the corpse and the state of the corpse, it seems that it was buried in the wall during the construction of this club activity building decades ago."

Leon calmly analyzed, using a steel rod to knock off the rubble around the dead body,

"Recently, it seems that the club building has been in disrepair for a long time, and the roof is leaking, and the rainwater has seeped into the walls, so that this corpse has begun to decompose again, and green water has been dripping on the walls."

As the upper half of its body was completely dug out of the cement, the half-dried corpse began to tremble slightly.

Leon took half a step back without hurry, and took out the Soviet-made Molotov cocktail from his backpack with great skill,

Holding a Molotov cocktail in his left hand and a steel rod in his right hand, he pressed it against the head of the dried corpse.

As long as the other party shows the slightest aggression, he will not hesitate to destroy the dried corpse on the spot.

“....”

The lower half of the body was still buried in the cement, and the trembling amplitude became larger and larger, like a sieve of chaff.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his cloudy eyes and took a deep breath. It's like sucking the world's air into your lungs.

Li Ang looked at the dried corpse indifferently from the side, and it was not a good option to rashly attack when the opponent's strength was unknown.

It's not convenient to attack, but it's okay to ask.

Li Ang dried the neck of the corpse with a steel rod and asked calmly, "Name, age, cause of death." ”

The other party lowered his head and stared blankly at the steel rod on his neck, his eyes full of confusion.

Leon raised his voice and repeated again,

At this moment, the dry corpse finally reacted, he raised his head sluggishly, shook his head, and shook off the dust, "Who are you?" How am I here? ”

Li Ang frowned, looked at the dried corpse and lowered his head, and was horrified to find that he was built in concrete, and his limbs and torso were as dry as firewood.

"Calm down, you need to be calm."

Li Ang casually slapped the [Fragment Scattering] and slapped the soul corpse, slapping the other party a little confused, "Tell me my name, age, and cause of death." ”

"The cause of death? I, I'm dead? ”

The stunned zombie was stunned for several seconds, and finally stammered and began to introduce his life experience in Leon's kind eyes.

His name is Haruto Mizuhara, and he is a teacher at Ibaraki Junior High School.

Twenty years ago, he discovered that there was an inside story about the school's funding problems, and that a certain Ibaraki Middle School leader, together with his relatives who was a contractor, had embezzled a large sum of money.

After a fierce psychological struggle, Haruto Mizuhara finally chose to report and disclose this matter.

However, the anonymous letter he sent to the newspaper office was lost, and there was no follow-up to the report phone number he made to the local official in Ibaraki from a public phone booth.

On the contrary, he was also found out by the interest group with a large network of connections through various means, and tied him to Ibaraki Middle School, which was still under renovation, and beat him to a coma.

Mizuhara Haruto thought that those people would teach him a hard lesson at most, but when he woke up again, he was in the reinforced concrete wall.

"I'm dead.... So many years..."

Mizuhara Haruto looked at the modern buildings around him, covered his head, and collapsed: "Dad, Mom, Yumi, Rina..."

Obviously, the blank of twenty years is only a blink of an eye for this man,

But for those who live in the real world, these 20 years have been a real torment.

God knows how many tears, how many miles they walked, and how much suffering they endured for the "missing person" of Mizuhara Haruto.

Li Ang glanced at the painful and regretful expression on his face, and raised the steel rod, "Bear with me, I'm in a hurry." ”

“...”

Mizuhara Haruto looked at Li Ang, who was fully armed, and the expression on his shriveled face changed several times, but finally he lowered his head as if he had accepted his fate, and muttered to himself,

"Yes, what kind of face does a monster like me have to meet them? It's better to become a Buddha as soon as possible. ”

In the Nichishima culture, becoming a Buddha does not mean "becoming a Buddha and becoming an ancestor", but refers to a person who puts aside all the disturbances of his life after death and dies in bliss.

"Who said they were going to send you to Buddhahood?"

Li Ang was a little strange, he waved the steel rod and completely dug out Mizuhara Haruto, and said quickly, "You actually want to take revenge, right?"

Take revenge on the villains who killed you and left your family in constant agony. ”

“....”

Mizuhara Haruto paused for a moment, hesitantly nodded.

"Good." Li Ang tapped the other party's shoulder with a steel rod, feeling like he had hit a piece of steel, "Your current body can already resist the strafing of small-caliber bullets, and it is easy to lurk and launch revenge on a few ordinary people,

When the grudge is settled, whether you want to break yourself or hide in the dark to protect your family, it has nothing to do with me. ”

Mizuhara Haruto was speechless, and stammered, "But I'm like this...."

"Modern cosmetic surgery is very developed, inject some preservative hyaluronic acid into the muscle, brush the skin with a layer of pigment, you are the most beautiful boy in the village.

There is nothing inconvenient except that you can't laugh like those Internet celebrities who have overdone plastic surgery. ”

Li Ang waved his hand and motioned for Mizuhara Qingdou to leave, "There is a debtor who is wronged, there is a grudge to repay the grievance, and there is revenge to take revenge."

Hurry up and get out, I have limited time. ”

I don't know what to say Okay Mizuhara Haruto hesitated for a moment, but turned around and left,

Leon, who was standing in place, put away the Molotov cocktail and steel rod, took out the assault rifle carrying the grenade launcher, and pointed the muzzle at the back of the dried corpse.

[Objective: Solve seven paranormal events, 6/7 completed so far]

Even when the task prompt sounded, Li Ang still didn't put down the muzzle, but took out the walkie-talkie to contact the epidemic doctor and the code, "Have you solved it over there?" ”

"Not yet."

The plague doctor replied with some difficulty: "I have managed to climb the wall of the building, and now I am with the black Trojan horse,

There are a lot of statues here, and you have to look directly at them to stop them from increasing. ”

He paused for a moment and said with a wry smile, "It seems that someone has to be trapped here to complete the task." ”

Li Ang was silent for a while, the reason why he wanted to contact the epidemic doctor was to inquire about the situation over there.

The second is to confirm that the task prompt just now was completed by yourself and not by the black Trojan.

In order to prevent the situation of Haruto Mizuhara lying and deceiving him.

After being confirmed, only the last supernatural incident left by the Black Trojan Horse has not yet been resolved.

As soon as Li Ang wanted to say that he was about to arrive, he found that the surrounding scene suddenly darkened, and the sky and the earth seemed to be covered with a thick shadow.

The sound of the roaring wild hunt suddenly quieted down.

Inside Ibaraki Middle School, there was only absolute silence, so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat.

The sun has set.