In the light snow, there was a noise in the fencing hall from time to time, and Xia Guang hurriedly found the school's security guard and explained the discovery of blood in the snow by the lake.

The security guard hurriedly took a flashlight and followed Xia Guang to the lake to check, but there was nothing in the snow at all, no blood, and no abnormality.

The security guards looked at the student who came to report strangely, and asked with unkind faces, "Are you playing a prank?"

Xia Guang subconsciously shook his head: "No, there was blood here just now, maybe it was disposed of, right?"

"Hmph... Disposal will also leave traces, but there are no traces here, you can see for yourself, the snow is still fluffy, it is all fresh snow, and there is no trace of it at all. ”

"You're still a freshman, next time you make this kind of meaningless report, it's a waste of our time, I want you to look good!"

"Let's go!"

The security guards with flashlights left one after another, Xia Guang was not discouraged, the straight-handled black umbrella in his hand circled a half-arc, and then plunged deep into the snow, he squinted.

...

There was no class the next morning.

Xia Guang looked at the time, seven o'clock in the morning.

I took the train, got off at Sihai Hospital Station, bought a bag of thick bananas, and walked in.

On that day, he once glanced at the name of the senior sister in red, and her name was Zhao Yingling.

Therefore, he went directly to the inpatient department, and then asked in the posture of a well-behaved student: "May I ask which ward Senior Sister Zhao Yingling lives in, and I will visit her." ”

"Zhao Yingling?"

The little nurse at the front desk of the inpatient department began to rummage through the records.

Xia Guang said again: "The cherry blossoms of the cherry blossoms, the bells of the bells." ”

"Well, I'll go ahead and see..."

The little nurse looked at it intently.

At this time, there was a voice for help from a ward, and the little nurse shouted "here" and hurriedly ran away.

Xia Guang saw her walk away, almost at the same time, he leaned forward, directly grabbed the hospitalization record book, glanced at twenty lines, and flipped through it very quickly.

Suddenly, his hand froze, because he saw the name Zhao Yingling, which was written in Room 102 on the ninth floor.

At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the alleyway, and Xia Guang hurriedly put the hospitalization record book back, pretending to be waiting quietly.

The little nurse was busy, so she returned at this time, and then continued to flip through the record book.

Xia Guang pretended to look at her casually.

She should have turned to the page of the record, but her expression froze, and then she shook her head and said, "Classmate, there is no such person as Zhao Yingling." ”

Xia Guang showed a look of disappointment, and asked again: "Is there really not?"

The little nurse confirmed, "Not really." ”

"Well, thank you. ”

Xia Guang turned to leave.

The nurse obviously saw room 102 on the ninth floor, but she didn't tell herself, indicating that there was something wrong with the ninth floor.

He stood in the elevator and thought about it, but still ordered the ninth floor.

The elevator went up, I don't know if it was an illusion, Xia Guang felt that as it rose, the air cooled down.

When we reached the ninth floor, it was dark outside the crack in the door.

Syllable...

The elevator opened, Xia Guang glanced inside, it was normal on the first floor, the nurses were busy, but the exit was a little dim.

Naturally, he went out and wanted to go in and have a look.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the aisle, a sword wind stabbed towards him.

Xia Guang subconsciously lifted the bag of bananas.

The fruit bag was poked, and the person who came was a man with a long narrow cheek and a long sword in his hand.

"Kill... Killed!"

Xia Guang had already thought of the routine.

The man was stunned when he saw that it was a student, "Who are you?" ”

"Isn't this the eighth floor? I'm a student at Changfeng Academy, and I'm here to visit patients. ”

Xia Guang said as he showed his student ID.

"Somebody on the eighth floor. ”

"Zhao Yingling in room 102, I am her relative. ”

The man pondered for a moment, he probably knew what was going on.

It must have been the little nurse on the ground floor who misread the ninth floor and saw the ninth floor as the eighth floor.

However, the ninth and eighth floors are completely different.

"You're looking for the wrong place, this is the ninth floor, and there is no such person as Zhao Yingling in our hospital. ”

Xia Guang swept the entrance, it stands to reason that room 102 is at the door, if you are lucky, you may be able to see the red-clothed senior sister directly.

But luck wasn't possible.

Seeing the long-faced man's expression becoming more and more impatient, he chose to take his leave.

Out of Sihai Hospital, he has been thinking.

Many pictures come together into one possibility.

The fire, jumping off the building, crying in the corridor, the red clothes in the elevator, the red cat in the snow, and the frightened red-clothed senior sister, the distress in the infirmary, the isolation of the student union from themselves, is the ninth floor of the inpatient department that does not exist.

These people seem to be hiding something.

And what is hidden in the black cloth must be something abnormal.

Should I go and investigate?

But it doesn't seem to have much capital to investigate, so it's better to be a normal student.

Xia Guang has already walked out of the inpatient department.

In the haze of snowflakes, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and saw a certain curtain on the ninth floor suddenly move.

Xia Guang narrowed his eyes...

Eating a small fried pork rice bowl near Sihai Hospital, it was extremely spicy, and he was sweating a little, and when it was time for the scheduled train, he got on the train directly.

The afternoon class is Relics.

Most of the divine weapons are found from the ruins, and every student of the Divine Weapon Appreciation Department must learn the study of relics, and understanding the origin of the divine weapons is of great benefit to the students to further understand the divine soldiers.

Xia Guang took the affirmation, watched the teacher holding the whip on the stage read it out according to the book, he yawned, and turned over the "Relic Studies" in front of him casually, the table of contents was only eleven lines.

The preface occupies one line, while the last ten lines are the names of the ruins.

From top to bottom, these are: Gupo City, Linxia, Monkey Yuan, Jiuwang Peak, Shanfa Salt Land, Heming City, Daocheng, Beitong City, Lishi Island, Paradise Lake.

Turning to each page carefully, I found that there were some color illustrations, with some large paragraphs of text, the text was obscure, and when I read it carefully, I found that I didn't say any.

Xia Guang barely read a few pages, a little sleepy.

At least he was still reading, and the classmates around him were secretly communicating.

"Hey, the club has a meeting to recruit people, saying that tomorrow at noon, the twenty-four clubs will set up a place on the long road of the college to recruit newcomers. ”

"I've inquired, every session is the student union, the swordsmanship research club, and the mangrove club have the largest number of people, and if you want to enter, you just need to pass the test, not you can sign up. ”

One student instinctively asked, "What will be a mangrove?"

His question is representative of everyone's problem.

But the student, who claimed to have inquired, obviously didn't know either, so he just pretended to be profound: "You'll find out tomorrow when you go and see for yourself." ”

For a while, Xia Guang's interest was also aroused.

Red?

In the past few days of entering the school, it seems that everything has something to do with red.

Red fire, red-clothed senior sister, red cat...

Now, add the Mangrove Society.

Is this a coincidence?

.。 Vertex m.