Avery didn't believe Sasha's words, the door was closed, the window was more than six feet above the ground, Hopkins didn't even look at it, he didn't call, how did he know Beelzebub wasn't there?

Sasha turned and walked away, leaving Avery alone. If you look at the search ,.. Avery sneaked over, squinted one eye, and peeked through the crack in the door, where there was no light on, and the sun was about to disappear—and even if it didn't, its light was not necessarily guaranteed to illuminate the room—the little square window, only a foot square, inlaid not with glass but with louvered ventilation strips—all Avery could see was a vague mess, and he hesitated, and pressed his mouth to the door with only a tiny slit: "Beelzebub, Beelzebub," he cried out sharply, holding his voice down. Bissandi! Then he turned his head back and replaced his mouth with his ears, and he heard a fluttering sound. The boy listened intently, hoping to hear a response or a complaint, coughing and sneezing and snoring...... He waited five minutes and didn't hear anything.

He took out his mobile phone and called the captain of the rugby team, who quickly answered, and he laughed at Avery for his "inexplicable" worries, yes, they were in a place of mischief, but there was absolutely no danger, they were measured: "Unless some coward scares himself to death." "It's loud in the background, like it's in a bar, it's like it's somebody's house, they're partying, and Avery should be one of them...... Avery switched ears, and he could barely hear what the captain was saying.

"Don't worry, we'll remember to release him," said the captain impatiently, "It's ridiculous!" He hung up.

He straightened up, he wanted to go to the coach, but he suddenly stopped, and by the river, in the shadow of the small mill, there was a large oak forest with a purple color. Hopkins stood straight, his face slightly up, his hands crossed in front of his abdomen, his eyes closed, his body filled with mist-like light, Avery looked up at the sky, the sky was obscured by dark gray clouds, and there was no moon.

As if attracted by something, Avery involuntarily walked towards Hopkins.

When the two were less than three feet apart. Hopkins opened his eyes, and he glanced at Avery, who had never seen such eyes, bright ripples flowing on the iris, and the crystal light flickered, as if the entire Rio Grande was stored in it, beautiful. It's very beautiful, and it's because it's so beautiful that it doesn't feel like a living thing, and Avery can't move like a demon, and his limbs are stiff.

Hopkins looked back. There was silence all around, suddenly. Avery heard a crackling sound, he thought at first it was raindrops, then he thought of hailstones, the sound of the beating continued, nothing cold and hard hit his head, face and body—one dark dot after another fell from the sky, into the crevices of the branches, the leaves fell one after another, the decaying and shriveled branches fell, and a new layer of graves piled up on the ground—the number of those "things" continued to increase, and the latecomers pushed the seniors who had taken good positions. They quarreled, and countless sound waves like metal grinding against each other collided in the woods, and Avery was on the verge of exploding.

Hopkins's lips moved, it was so noisy that Avery couldn't tell if he had said something, and his voice suddenly disappeared, so caught off guard, Avery thought he was deaf.

A twig was bent down by an outsider, right in front of Avery Eye. There were several dozen ears that made him "hairy" and boneless. He knew what it was—bats, hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands.

On the way out, Sasha. Hopkins had already thought about what kind of animal to summon, and the Grande boarding school was located in the middle of the valley. On the banks of the river, the buildings are old and massive. The schoolhouse was surrounded by forests and shrubs, and the animals that grew and inhabited it were numerous, the most impressive of which was probably rats, followed by birds, and bats in the 133rd chapter, who followed closely, and Avery noticed that they were walking along the river.

The water tower that the bat pointed out is an antique, it was built two hundred years ago by the teachers and students of the Grande to use the small mill and get drinking water when the river froze, the red brick masonry, about thirty feet high, with a heating device and a pump house underneath, and rectangular and arched windows on the ground and second floors - it is no longer needed in the Grande, but after the school committee and the teachers have consulted, the small half-abandoned building has been preserved because it occupies a place in the history of the Grande. The heating unit and pumping station are regularly renovated, and teachers bring students on tours and allow them to drive the pumps themselves to fill the tower with water and grind a bag of wheat in the mill.

The sturdy, low, flat, rounded arched door is also locked.

"In ...... At...... Inside? Sasha ran so fast that Avery almost dropped him, and he pressed against his chest, which tore and hurt.

Sasha didn't speak, the ghoul's keen sense of smell had worked, the machine had stopped, but he could smell the lingering smell of metal friction and oil evaporation in the air, "I'm sure," he said, "Avery go and call Mr. Senecke (he's their age instructor) and the other teachers." ”

"What about you?"

"I'll see if I can get in," Sasha said calmly, "hurry." ”

Avery gasped and looked at the bats that were still flapping their wings around the tower: "Okay," he decided: "You wait here, I'll bring someone in soon, don't do anything dangerous." ”

"Of course." Sasha said, "It's up to you." ”

He watched as the encouraged Avery snorted and ran away, making sure that it was far enough, Hopkins returned to the door, and locked the door with a "plug" lock embedded in the door, and after a moment of study, he took out the keychain from his pocket, and on it was a gilded enamel "T" cross decorated with "sex", the vertical stroke of the "T" was very thick, and the surface depicted a small icon, which could be pulled off, and inside was hidden the so-called old master key commonly used by gypsies, with a small hook at the top. He 'plugged' it in, turned, tentatively, and with a snap, the door opened.

There were black holes inside, the smell of oil and metal was stronger, Sasha's eyes flashed silver in the darkness, he didn't turn on the lights at all, he jumped up the stairs directly, there was a small black iron ladder on the top side of the second floor, he climbed up the ladder, the top of the ladder had a cover for maintenance and cleaning - the night wind was very strong, as if he would lift him out of the top of the smooth water tower at any moment - the cover was also locked, and there was an iron rod pinned to the lock.

Half of Sasha's body was pressed against the lid, and he turned his ear sideways and tapped on the lid.

There was an immediate echo from inside, very soft.

"How are you?"

"No...... Wonderful. The man inside replied intermittently, "The water is almost ...... It's full, and my body doesn't listen to it...... Set in ...... Life jacket on the body...... Air leaking. He let out a long breath: "Our Lady bless...... Sasha, you're really there...... It's so timely. ”

(To be continued)

n (one second to remember the world)