The memorial service for Comrade Li Ruchang, who died of illness, was held in the National Normal University.

More than 1,000 people, including the party committee of the National Normal University, the heads of the school office and the college office, teachers and students, attended the memorial service. The school auditorium was temporarily arranged as a mourning hall, and Comrade Li Ruchang's body lay in a glass coffin, draped in a bright red party flag. The auditorium was crowded with people, and from time to time some people let out a slight cry, and the principal wore white flowers on his chest, and read out the life of Comrade Li Ruchang with a very heavy heart, and the senior party officials of the school delivered eulogies. Then the visit to the body begins. People lined up in shifts, passed through the mourning hall under the guidance of the staff, and bowed to Comrade Li Ruchang.

Baozi and Luo Lan followed Luo Xiurong and walked slowly in the team, originally Baozi came with Luo Lao this time, because they were afraid that once Luo Lao was excited, he would immediately implement first aid. Luo Lao was very calm, and after a few long sighs, a few cloudy old tears flowed from the corners of his eyes in the ravines, bowed a few times and left. On the contrary, Baozi was surprised, because in his eyes, Li Ruchang stood next to Li Ruchang's body!

Baozi walked over slowly, and said to Li Ruchang, who was standing, "Old man, now that the body and soul have been separated, and you can't go back, you have to mourn." ”

Li Ruchang waved his hand, didn't look at the bun, and muttered in his mouth, "God, how do I feel that something is wrong with my death." ”

Baozi was also shocked when he heard it, "Old man, you can't say this casually, what's wrong with your death." ”

Li Ruchang said, "You see, my body had symptoms of high hemoglobin at that time, and the skin and lips and teeth were blue and purple, and I was sent to the hospital and was determined to be sodium nitrite, which is industrial salt poisoning. ”

"I know, I heard that you bought counterfeit and shoddy salt, and I have heard others talk about it, saying that it was ineffective to rescue and died."

"First of all, the salt I bought was genuine salt from a state-owned factory, and it couldn't be bulk on the street; On the other hand, after the doctor treated me, I had already regained consciousness that day, but another doctor came to give me an injection of Aram Jia at night, and I was completely unconscious. Li Ruchang said, "Aran Jia is a medicine for the treatment of industrial salt poisoning, but overdose will accelerate the onset of toxicity of industrial salt, which is deliberate." ”

Baozi gasped, "My good girl, who is so desperate to hurt you?" Or who did you mess with? ”

Li Ruchang sighed, "I guess it's about building a gymnasium." Regarding the issue of supernatural events in the Dahui Bay area of the West Liao River, the above is not unaware, and some of our scholars have set up research societies to discuss solutions. A Taiwanese expert proposed to use the stadium's yang-gathering effect to dissipate yin. At that time, I was strongly opposed to building a stadium here, a place like a gymnasium, although the yang energy prevails when it is noisy, but it is cold enough to be quiet, and the contrast between cold and hot is too great, which is bound to cause the magnetic field disorder, which is not conducive to eliminating the problem, and a large number of steel beams are buckled on it, but it forms an amplification and strengthening of the magnetic field, which is not conducive to the solution of the so-called ghost problem in this area. Our suggestion is to place a low-frequency pop meter so that the so-called ghost energy field dissipates automatically. And it's cost-effective. ”

Li Ruchang continued, "At that time, the expert was very excited, citing many foreign examples to refute me, and the construction project can increase social functional facilities, so his opinion was adopted, and the gymnasium was built. However, I am a relatively axial person, and I have written many letters in the past few years to reflect my views, especially against the construction of this complex, and the reason is the same, perhaps the Taiwan experts are in a hurry. ”

Baozi asked, "Is he for profit, the income from engineering construction is very large." ”

"Maybe, but I don't think it's like it," Li Ruchang shook his head, "his impulse to build a building is very high, as if he wants to accomplish some mission." And later in the construction of the project, there was really not much profit, he and his team did not get the money, this person seems to have provided some high-end design drawings for free, these drawings are expensive internationally. ”

"That's weird." Baozi muttered, "Old man, are you sure it's him?" ”

Li Ruchang was really forced to ask, but he was a little hesitant and said, "It should be"

"Even if there is a disagreement, he has already won, why should he hurt you?"

"Maybe, perhaps," Li Ruchang said as he pondered, "afraid of the object I designed?" ”

"What is it?" Baozi asked

"Soul gun" Li Ruchang replied, "This kind of thing can destroy powerful ghosts in batches, alas, I said that this feudal superstitious thing is not suitable, that is, it can disperse the magnetic field"

"It's even weirder, why is he afraid of what you designed?" Buns are still wondering.

"A few days before I died, I noticed that there was always something following me when I came home from work, and I always felt that there was someone nearby when I went to bed at night. One day, a note popped up in my bag that said, 'Hand over the Dementor Gun or you'll look good,' and I realized that someone was eyeing my design. I was afraid that something would be stolen by the bad guys, so I hid it. ”

Li Ruchang hurriedly said to Baozi, "My brain is also very messy these days, I am concerned about my death, about the design draft and soul gun to solve the ghost building and the gymnasium, I am hiding in one place, you find it out and give it to Luo Xiurong." After speaking, he whispered to Baozi "A11 1011 531" a string of numbers, looked up again, and saw that no one else was staring here, and whispered "Library Literature and History", Baozi nodded in agreement, and said in his heart This old man is also cunning, he has become a ghost and is so careful, which living person can hear him.

Baozi generally understood what Li Ruchang meant, he left the farewell ceremony of the body, and according to Li Ruchang's instructions, he first came to the library of the Normal University. At this time at noon, there were few readers in the library, Baozi came to the literature and history library in the order that Li Ruchang told him, and found the A11 bookshelf, which is the ancient books area, according to the book index order, he climbed the high ladder, and sure enough, he found the book numbered 1011, which was the sixth volume of the Commercial Press's "Zizhi Tongjian", after the book was taken down, Baozi immediately turned to page 531, there was no design draft and soul gun, just a copper coin with a diameter of two centimeters, But the center is not a square mouth, but five plum blossom mouths, looking at things are also old, presumably old objects. Look at it carefully, some words on that page have been drawn with a black pen with horizontal lines, and when read together, it is "Mirror, Lake, North, Jingqi, Shen, Three Moments" Bao Zixin said that Li Ruchang was frightened, and even the methods used by the old spy were used, and this thing was really densely hidden.

Baozi didn't dare to be nostalgic, climbed down the ladder in a few steps, and got up to go to Jinghu. It has been a few days since Li Ruchang died, and if the opponent wanted to get this object that threatened him, he must have already taken action. Jinghu Lake is a scenic lake located in the compound of the Normal University, located at the midpoint of the connection between the gymnasium and the ghost building, and the distance from the two buildings is equal, which is the best place for teachers and students to fall in love. Baozi passed by Jinghu every day, and I didn't see anything except rows of weeping willows and a few table tennis tables.

"Are you Bao Ziqiang's classmate?" A deep male voice rang out behind him.

Baozi was so frightened that his scalp tightened, could it be that his every move was monitored?