At six o'clock in the morning of October 4th, as if he had heard a "call from the underworld", the young man lying on the big bed wearing only a pair of shorts suddenly opened his eyes, sat up like a robot, rubbed his eyes and stretched his waist.

"Hmmm......"

Putting on the faded T-shirt and sweatpants he usually wears at home, Zhang Luo staggered into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror to look at his messy hair.

Thirty seconds later, he returned to the living room with his toothbrush in his hand and turned on the TV, intending to see if there was a paranormal program similar to "Closer to Science."

After turning around and not finding what he was interested in, he threw the remote control beside him, leaned lazily on the sofa, stared blankly at the beautiful anchor of the news channel on the screen, and a trace of white foam slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Even if he became a wealthy "Monopoly", Zhang Luo's life has not changed much, after all, he has little interest in material comforts, and after joining the Strange Tales Research Society, he has not had much time to go home.

Therefore, his daily life now still follows the original track.

Of course, there is still a difference between his so-called "original track" and the life of ordinary people. For example, breakfast......

Realizing that the toothpaste in his mouth was almost dissolved, Zhang Luo walked to the bathroom and rinsed his mouth, and pressed the messy hair on his head casually. Then open the Xiaoice box in the corner of the living room and take out a loaf of bread, as well as a thick glass syringe.

"I'm sorry, friend."

He said as he held down the bread with his left hand and injected the light red liquid from the syringe into the bread "inside" with his right hand.

After finishing the weird breakfast preparation, Zhang Luo picked up the bread and was about to nibble on it. The doorbell rang just in time.

Since the "ghost premonition" did not take effect, he opened the door without even looking at the cat's eye. Standing in front of the door was a man wearing a white shirt and black trousers. A brown-haired royal sister with a beautiful face.

"Where have you been running away lately?"

Jian Tong, the editor of Zhang Luo's supernatural magazine, patted him on the shoulder with a big grin, and then walked into the living room with ease.

When she saw the syringe on the coffee table, the tall woman suddenly stopped, and the smile on her face disappeared:

"You can't be sucking that, are you? It's still too late to go to the drug rehab center. ”

"I'm not interested in that kind of thing." Zhang Luo casually explained: "It tastes good to beat the diluted syrup into the bread, do you want to try it?" ”

"Forget it, I want to live a few more years." Jian Tong sat on the sofa, squinted her eyes and stared at Zhang Luo, who had just closed the door, and went straight to the point without hesitation:

"It's okay if you delay the October issue. What about November's draft? ”

Hearing this, Zhang Luo shook his head: "I've been busy lately and don't have time to write, so you can consider replacing my column with another person." ”

Before the script was written, he didn't have time to continue contributing to the paranormal magazine. And now Zhang Luo no longer needs to make a living by writing. So now, he is also decisively expressing his attitude.

To his surprise, Jian Tong did not continue to urge the draft this time, but seemed to be waiting for him to say this. He said quickly: "Well, I'm here to inform you, and the boss has decided to remove your column and replace it with a famous beautiful girl writer - Zhou Yan." The story written by that girl is no worse than what you write, and her popularity is more than a notch higher than yours. ”

"Whatever, I'm not an idol star." Zhang Luo was completely lazy to discuss the topic of popularity. Sitting down on the small couch next to him, he asked, "And then?" You didn't just come here to inform me of the news, did you? ”

He knows. If you want to notify this, Jian Tong only needs to make a phone call to solve it. There's no need to come all the way here.

As expected, the brown-haired royal sister immediately nodded, leaning crookedly on the sofa and crossing Erlang's legs, without the slightest lady's appearance: "Well, it is impossible for me to continue to work during the eleventh holiday, and this time I will indeed come to you because of other things." ”

Speaking of this, she pretended to lower her voice mysteriously, leaned into Zhang Luo's ear and whispered, "Didn't you always say that you wanted to see the real supernatural phenomenon?" Now here's your chance......"

"What kind of supernatural phenomenon, is it in this city?" Zhang Luo was suddenly interested.

Although he has opened the door to a new world, his desire to explore mysterious events has not weakened, but has become more vigorous. As long as it is an event beyond common sense, whether it is a haunted toilet or an evil god descending, it is within the scope of his hobbies.

――As a senior enthusiast in this area, Zhang Luo did mention to Jian Tong that he was "collecting materials" everywhere, but at that time, he was just talking casually, and he didn't expect this guy to provide any clues.

Seeing Zhang Luo's expectant appearance, Jian Tong, who had always been straightforward, uncharacteristically sold Guanzi, and was silent for a minute before speaking: "You know the thirteenth middle school in the city, right?" ”

", that's where I graduated." Hearing the name of his junior high school alma mater, Zhang Luo immediately asked, "What's wrong there?" ”

When he was in junior high school, he didn't get any reliable information other than hearing rumors that basically every school had to say, such as "The 13th Middle School was built on a mass grave." It was just an ordinary junior high school, and there was nothing unusual about it, at least that's what he thought at the time.

"At the end of last month, there were several unexplained supernatural incidents in the Thirteenth Middle School, and the police were dispatched. The school seems to be trying to cover it up, but now many people know about it. Jian Tong said in a low voice: "You weren't in the city at the time, otherwise how could you not know." ”

"Well, I was in Los Angeles at the time." Zhang Luo said seriously.

"What Los Angeles, don't talk nonsense, you went to the wilderness again." Jian Tong obviously didn't believe his words at all, and continued: "The address has been told to you, if you are interested, just go and see for yourself." By the way, I'm here to eat, your canned food is good......"

Seeing that the woman was about to drool, Zhang Luo really couldn't bear to tell her that the cans were about to expire, so he just pointed to the location of the refrigerator, then took out his mobile phone, entered the full name of the thirteenth middle school in the search engine, and checked the messages inside.

is the same as what Jian Tong said, the first keyword that appeared was indeed "the supernatural event in the thirteenth middle school of the city", although many messages seemed to have been deleted, but the remaining content was enough for ordinary people who didn't know the existence of the "heretical world":

"A strange incident occurred in the men's toilet of the city's No. 13 Middle School: a boy entered the cubicle and never came out, leaving only a bloodstain."

"Three students mysteriously disappeared during recess exercises, and the police are investigating."

"The city's No. 13 Middle School temporarily canceled evening self-study, and some students said they heard screams coming from the boiler room."

After quickly skimming through the first few messages, Zhang Luo sighed: "This school is cursed......

No wonder the school couldn't quell the "rumors" this time, if there was only one incident, it would be fine, and there was obviously more than one strange thing that happened in this school.

Moreover, unlike those supernatural legends that are difficult to distinguish between true and false, this time someone really disappeared from the Thirteenth Middle School, and three students disappeared at the same time. If that's the case......

"Well, I'd be interested in investigating."

While Zhang Luo was talking to himself, he opened the Executioner's Eye and sent a message to Frankenstein: "Is the video finished?" ”

"It's up to the program, and it needs to be rendered and modified." Frankenstein immediately responded.

"Oh, so would you be interested in revisiting campus life?" Zhang Luo continued to talk to the girl leader of the Strange Tales Research Society.

Cinematic video rendering is not something that can be done in a moment, and it takes a long time to achieve the visual effect of projection on the big screen.

Because of this, while rendering the video, Zhang Luo also plans to change his taste and have a "relaxed and leisurely" adventure.

"Well, where?" Frankenstein asked.

"Come to my house, I'll take you there." Zhang Luo said. (To be continued.) )