It seems that this mission is to go to a school, although the school is safe and peaceful, the crowd is dense so the yang energy is strong, and there is usually little evil and chaos, but I don't feel the slightest relaxation in my heart. This mission is a D level of difficulty, which is much more dangerous than the last No. 4 bus incident. If I take it lightly at this time, I will definitely pay a heavy price in the end.

Hannam is the city I was in eight years ago when I was in high school, and it's a little bit far away. But the name Qianjin High School has never been heard of. Looking at the name, it is estimated that it is a private high school that has only opened in recent years.

No matter what thrills await me tomorrow, I must prepare for a rainy day in order to successfully complete this mission.

As the saying goes: don't ask for smooth sailing, but ask for thrills and dangers.

I carefully checked the rune paper, dagger, flashlight and other items in my backpack, and after confirming that they were correct, I lay down on the bed with peace of mind. It's twelve o'clock in the evening, and I'll go out early tomorrow morning to Hannam City.

Although I had slept all afternoon and was not sleepy at all, in the dead of night, my eyelids finally could not hold on.

I turned off the light bulb in a daze, and the room suddenly fell into quiet darkness.

After a comfortable night's sleep, I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my watch—7:15.

Let's go out now, not necessarily when and where it will be.

I got up and washed up, put the glass cup on the table into my backpack, packed it up, and walked out of the hotel where I had stayed for the day.

Actually, I try to put the glass cup on the table when I stay in any place, because I think that I must let the old guy in the lantern breathe, and I can't hold it all the way to my backpack.

I came to the side of the road and waited for a moment, reaching out to stop a taxi.

The driver's driver pulled down the window and looked at me, "Young man, where are you going?" ”

"Go to Qianjin High School." I bent over the window and said.

"Which former Jin High School?" The driver's face was full of confusion, "I've never heard of this place." ”

"It's the former Geumjin High School in Hannam City." I repeat it emphatically.

"Hannam City, so far?" The driver shook his head, "Can't pull it, can't pull it." I only pull a car in our urban area. The city of Hannam is too far away. ”

I reluctantly turned my head, and the taxi driver stepped on the gas pedal and drove away.

I waved my hand to stop a few taxis again, but when the other party heard that they were going to Hannam City, they all said that they were too far to pull it.

I couldn't call a taxi until I was standing with my legs numb.

I'm in Yangseong, about 6o kilometers away from Hannam City, and there are almost no taxis here that solicit customers across the city, so it seems that I have to find another way.

After asking passers-by, I learned that there are two ways to get to Hannam. The first is by train, and the second is by coach.

When I took a taxi to the train station and asked the conductor, I learned that the train to Hannam City would only leave in the middle of the night, which was too much time. After that, I rushed to the bus station and learned that the bus to Hannam City would leave at 6:30 p.m. and it would take about two hours to reach the destination, so I finally decided that it would be better to take the bus.

It's late autumn, and by 6 p.m., it's already getting dark.

After 6:30 p.m., I bought a ticket and got on the bus, and there were already quite a few passengers in the bus.

I struggled to find my seat number, which happened to be my preferred window seat, and when I sat down, I was bored looking at the flickering neon lights outside the window.

There are two drivers and conductors in front of the bus. The driver was a slightly older middle-aged man, and the conductor was a thin young woman. The master grabbed a rag and wiped the glass in front of him, and the bus was ready to start at any time.

In order to sit comfortably, I took off the backpack behind me and put it in my arms, leaning my back against the seat.

Most of the passengers in the car looked idle, or looked out the window at the twilight, or three or two acquaintances gathered together and whispered chatting.

Next to me on the right is a fashionably dressed girl, about 18 years old, with a face that is not appropriate for her age, and she looks seductive. On this cold day, I felt cold in my coat outside, but she was still wearing stockings and short skirts, and the smell of perfume from her body went straight to my nose.

I have always been disgusted with this kind of woman who matures prematurely at a young age and dresses herself up in a fancy way, so I twisted my head to the window and did not look at her, but the girl sat quietly in her seat, holding the flip phone in her hand.

At this time, an old woman with staggering steps walked over the carriage, carrying a large black plastic bag in her right hand, which was bulging, and she didn't know what it contained. But this made it more troublesome for her old body to walk, she moved to the girl with difficulty, and with each step, the plastic bag in her hand made a "clang, clang" sound - it seemed that it was filled with empty plastic**.

The old woman trembled and picked up her ticket, and through her cloudy old eyes, she narrowed her eyes into a thin slit and looked at it carefully. The girl next to her frowned and covered her nose in disgust. But I didn't smell anything bad about the old woman.

The old woman stared at the ticket for a long time, then looked at the seat behind the girl, and after repeated comparisons, she hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Baby...... You sit like you're sitting in my seat. ”

"What your seat!" The girl immediately raised her eyebrows, stared at the apricot eyes and shouted, "Do you know what it means to come first and come first!"

The old woman raised the ticket in her hand, and her sallow face full of ravines trembled in embarrassment, "But the number on my ticket is your seat number." ”

"Fart!" The girl scolded, "Don't rely on the old and sell the old here!" I don't eat your set!"

The nearby passengers also couldn't stand it, and the uncle shouted: "You little girl, you are young, your mouth is dirty, how can you talk to the old man like this!"

"The family was not well guarded, so she ran here to spread wild."

"It's just, it's really uneducated." Several women also hugged the old man.

The girl gritted her teeth, stopped talking, lowered her head and continued to look at her phone.

The conductor got up and walked over, as if to mediate the situation. But the old woman waved her hand and moved to the empty seat behind her.

With a dull roar, the bus moved along the road, and the street lights were already on early in the dim streets. The road is full of passers-by on bicycles and electric bikes – it's rush hour to get off work.

When we reached the intersection, the few vehicles stopped at the red light and waited, and the bus slowly stopped.

It may be due to the fact that the bus is airtight, and the inside of the bus is a little stuffy. My lips were a little dry, so I opened my backpack and took out the water**.

I unscrewed the water cap and was about to take a drink, but suddenly I noticed that the clothes on the girl's waist actually had the words "Qianjin High School, Class of 1996" in red.

It turns out that she tied her school uniform around her waist, how can I say that this short skirt is a little strange.

This girl is actually a student of Qianjin High School, and I was about to go there to complete my mission, so I might as well ask her about the situation.

"Little sister, are you from Qianjin High School?" I smiled at her and asked, now try to be as kind as possible to gain her favor, so that it will be close for a while.

"Who's your little sister?" The girl's long black eyelashes blinked, her face turned pale, and she glanced at me fiercely.

The corners of my mouth couldn't help twitching, why did I get deflated as soon as I came up, why was this girl's temper so short-tempered. She's a teenager and I'm twenty-four, shouldn't I call her that?

"I'm sorry, girl." I had to say, "Did you go to Qianjin High School?" ”

"That's right. I was a student there. The girl was still fiddling with the phone in her hand and didn't look at me.

I bowed slightly, but suddenly I felt a problem. She admits that she is a student of Qianjin High School, but what is written on her clothes is obviously the class of 1996, and this year is 2ooo year. It's been four years, and high school life is only three years, that is to say, her high school career should have ended last year, why is she still a student of Qianjin High School now?

Could it be... Did she repeat a grade? Now it can only be explained in this way. And this question involves **, so it's better not to ask her.

Seeing her concentrating on fiddling with her phone, I was suddenly curious, so I took advantage of the gap between raising my head to drink water, and secretly glanced at it.

Just one glance, my heart trembled - she was texting, although I didn't read it too clearly, but the text message was full of words like "death".

What is this little girl doing? I vaguely felt that she would be involved in the task of Qianjin High School. Let's see if I can get some words out of her mouth.

"It's not a Saturday or Sunday, right?" I asked with a smile.

"What? I can't take a leave of absence to come out and have fun?!" The girl's face was very impatient, so she simply put it down and said, "Uncle, who are you?" ”

Uncle?!...... Anger rose in my heart, I was not yet twenty-five years old, and it was the first time that someone had called me uncle. This little kid was deliberately laughing at me.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm a teacher who is going to your school. I just want to know about the school. I explained earnestly.

"Haha, that's funny." The girl did not shy away from showing a playful smile, "You are a teacher?" Fool a three-year-old!"

"You don't believe me?" I immediately pulled out the small red hardcover notebook in my backpack, "This is my teaching certificate." ”

Seeing the small golden letters printed on it, the girl stopped smiling and stopped shutting down.

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