Suddenly, Mu Qingyang realized that he was walking past a phone booth. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info he looked at his watch, he felt panic, and if he didn't call Li Qing again, the phone in his room would have rang. It's best to call her right in the phone booth, so that you can avoid some tongue-in-cheek, and you can also shut up the idle and panicked Li Moliu.

Mu Qingyang turned around and wanted to go back. His path was blocked by a big young man.

He was a head taller than Mu Qingyang, who was 6 feet taller, and was as fat as a forest bear standing on his legs, but only one size smaller. He wore a dirty crewneck long-sleeved sweatshirt with some sauce stains on his chest, a pair of shorts, and a pair of torn tennis shoes. He holds a giant grilled sausage sandwich with fingers as thick as bananas.

Seeing him, Mu Qingyang suddenly realized that most of the students here were either too thin or too fat.

"Mr. Mu Qingyang?"

"Yes."

They shook hands. The guy's skin was wet and cold, but his hands were strong.

"I'm Terry. Pan. As far as your identity is concerned, you should have heard of my ancestors. The most famous, or notorious, crazy old witch, Renee. Pan. ”

"Oh, that apothecary master in the academy? Yes, she's a hero, having saved so many early demonizers, and her exploits fill my ears. ”

"I knew you knew. I inherited my ancestral business, but I was much more cautious, of course. Anyway, I'm a senior and I'm still the committee chair elected by the Star Brotherhood. ”

He paused and took a bite of the sandwich. Mayonnaise and sausage crumbs slowly spilled out of his mouth with cheese, and he said, "You've been invited to one of our meetings at the clubhouse this afternoon. ”

He reached into his pocket with his other hand and pulled out a card.

Mu Qingyang glanced at it hastily. "You want me to join your brotherhood? I'm too old to do that. I think I'm fit ......."

"Nonsense, Mr. Mu Qingyang. We are a very serious group. Actually, the fraternity here is different from other schools. You should know. We feel you're going to bring stability, and, I have to admit, prestige. You're very famous, you know. By the way, Suva is a member of the starry sky. He will take care of the students of his brotherhood. Of course, he doesn't admit it, and if you say so, I don't either. But that's the way it is. ”

"Oh, I don't know. If I swear to join, if I am invited, will I have to live in the fraternity? ”

"Yes, we don't discriminate. Of course, that's only after you take an oath. When you're an activist, you can live wherever you want. ”

Tripan smiled, revealing what he hadn't finished chewing in his mouth. "You're not married, so it's fine."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's nothing, Mr. Mu Qingyang. It's just that we don't recruit a married person unless he doesn't live with his wife. A married man loses some of his powers, you know. Of course, we do not advocate celibacy. We also have some great parties. Once a month, we have a carnival in a grove at the foot of Todd Mountain. Most of the female guests are from the Barbara Sorority Club. Some of them really like to be old-fashioned, if you know what I'm talking about. ”

Tripan took a step forward, his face facing Mu Qingyang's. "We don't just have beer, marijuana, narcotics, and girls. There are other attractive things. Some of the good stuff was made by the vampire marquis of the Night Council according to his own recipe. But most of it is pediatric stuff. There's a goat there. ”

"Goats? Black goats? ”

Tripan nodded, the drooping flesh on his three-folded chin gurgling. "Yes. Old Suva would go there to supervise, and of course, he would put on a mask. With him, there will be nothing out of the ordinary. Last year's Halloween, although ......"

He paused, then added, "Anyway, there's something to see." ”

Mu Qingyang licked his dry lips. His heart was pounding, like the beating of a tambourine in a worship service that he had only read about in books, but he had imagined it many times.

Mu Qingyang put the card in his pocket. "One o'clock?"

"Will you come? That's great. See you later, Mr. Mu Qingyang. You won't regret it. ”

After making a phone call, Mu Qingyang walked past the buildings on the school square, and one of the most majestic buildings was the museum. It is the oldest building on campus, the original campus. Time has left its mark on the masonry of other buildings, but the building of the museum seems to absorb all the time, and it seems as if it is slowly dispersing what it absorbs, just as cement, stone, and brick absorb heat in the sun and then release it again in the night. The rest of the buildings are crawling with climbing plants, and they're a bit too dense, but there's nothing outside the museum. The climbing plants that tried to climb its gray, bone-white stone walls withered and fell to the ground.

The red stone houses in Suva are narrow, 3 storeys high, and surmounted by a doublet roof. The climbing plants that covered the outside of the house were so luxuriant that it seemed that the house had not collapsed under their weight. The color of the climbing plants is also slightly different from that of other buildings. From one angle, it looks like it's blue and purple. From another angle, it was green, like the color of a snake's eyes on the island of Sumatra, which Mu Qingyang saw on a color page in a treatise on herpetology.

The sorcerers of the indigenous tribes use this poisonous reptile to convey information, and sometimes use it to kill people.

He hurried past the house that would not attract people to stop and watch, and through the teleportation path in the alley in the shadows at the foot of the bell tower to the freshman dormitory.

The dormitory building was built in the 18th century on the site of another building, and was remodeled in the 19th century, until a few years ago it was once again involved in war, so much so that the gray walls peeled off. Several windows were broken, cardboard was nailed, and the floor of the porch was warped, creaking beneath his feet. The gate was made of oak wood, the paint on which had long since faded, and on it was a bronze owl head, and a thick brass ring for a knocker hung from its mouth.

Mu Qingyang entered the door, walked through the hall covered with broken carpets, and went up the bare stairs to the second floor. On the gray-white walls of the first landing, there is a note written by someone long ago: Go and die. Bastard!

The words had been washed many times, but it was clear that only paint could hide the insulting and dangerous emotional expression. A junior told him that no one knew who wrote it, but the night after it appeared, someone found a freshman hanging himself in a room.

"That kid didn't destroy himself well before he committed suicide," the junior said. "I wasn't there, but I knew what it was. He should have done it with a razor and a hot iron. There was blood all over the scene, and his body was hanging from the beams of the house and sticking to the wall, and it was placed in an inverted cross, you know whose sign it was, and he also grabbed a piece of plaster from the wall, leaving a big bloody handprint. It didn't look like it was left by human hands. ”

"I'm amazed that he still lives long enough to hang himself up," Mu Qingyang said. "So much blood was shed, you know."

The junior laughed. "You're definitely kidding!"

After a while, Mu Qingyang understood what he meant.

His face immediately turned white with anger, but then he wondered if the junior wasn't joking with the new freshman according to the old rules. He thought, no matter what, he wouldn't ask anyone about it again. If he had been fooled, he would not have been deceived a second time.

He heard a phone ringing at the end of the long hallway. He sighed, ran past the closed doors, and ran to his room. A soft snickerer came from behind him.

He opened the door and closed it again.

He stood there staring at the phone for a long time, and the phone kept ringing, for some reason, which reminded him of a poem about a homeless man bathing in a puddle under the prying eyes of wild beasts. He was so engrossed that the teapot on the fire kept screaming, but he couldn't hear it.

The phone was still ringing.

It's Li Qing on the other end of the phone, probably just coming out of the bathroom, right? She'd just said it once.

A sudden sense of guilt made him blush.

As he walked through the room, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, a small, black thing, and in the blink of an eye it had burrowed under the collapsed, musty-smelling sofa bed. He stood next to the side table, reached out and stroked the earpiece, feeling its cold trembling. He withdrew his hand again. Although he seemed stupid, he felt as if she could sense his touch and knew that he was right next to him.

He was so ashamed that he hesitated to lift the receiver and instead began to circle around the room. That's when he noticed that the hole in the baseboard was exposed—the Coke bottle that had been stuffed into the hole had been pushed out. He crouched down, shoved the Coke bottle back in, then straightened up and ran out nervously.

He could still hear the phone ringing as he descended the last step, but he didn't know if it was just the sound in his head.

After paying his tuition, he went to the cafeteria to eat, which was better than he had expected, and then he walked to the building of the parliamentary reserve. The building is in better condition than the others, perhaps because the army is well managed. Anyway, it's not to the point where someone needs to patrol it. Those magic crystal cannons are right in the back. Do students really have to learn how to use these medieval war weapons? When all these things are patina and rusty?

When Mu Qingyang asked for his uniform and manual, the officer on duty was stunned.

"I don't understand. Didn't you know that the reserve no longer accepts freshmen and sophomores? ”

Mu Qingyang insisted that he wanted to participate. The officer stroked his stubble chin and took a puff on his cigar. "Hmm, let me think about it."

He was looking through a book, and the edges of it seemed to have been broken by mice. "So, what do you know? There is no age requirement in the ordinance. Of course, a few pages are missing here. Should be an erratum. I've never hired anyone your age before. But...... Well, if the regulations don't mention this, then ...... Damn it! It won't hurt you, our lads don't have to pass the handicap or anything like that.

"But, you've already participated in actual combat! Why should you register? The officer's vision was very accurate, and he could see that Mu Qingyang's temperament was not like an ordinary person.

Mu Qingyang didn't tell him that he had served in the Chinese militia during the "Doomsday Invasion" and was a representative figure. Because he was living in the abyss world, he didn't achieve his original plan to hit the demon hard, and everything was beyond his expectations...... Since then, he has felt a sense of guilt, and now he can at least do something for this world - in this strange and alien world that should have been there a long time ago.

The officer stood up, but was not very cooperative. "Okay. I'll give you equipment. But I'd like to warn you, these bastards are playing some very unusual tricks. You'll know what they're shooting out of their cannons. ”

Fifteen minutes later, Mu Qingyang put a set of uniforms and manuals under his arm and left. He didn't want to take these things home, so he deposited them at the bookstore owned by his clansmen. The girl put his things on a shelf, and on top of them were other people's things, some of which the layman didn't know at all. There was a small cage covered with a black cloth.

Mu Qingyang walked to Brotherhood Street. In addition to the "House of the Stars", the houses there all have a well-known name. These houses, like the rest of the school's buildings, are dilapidated and poorly maintained. Mu Qingyang turned onto a concrete trail, and the cracks of the trail were full of dead dandelions and other weeds. To his left was a large wooden pillar 15 feet high. The people of the city saw it as a totem pole based on the heads and symbols carved on the pillars. Of course, it is not a totem pole, because the tribe that owns it is not native or Indian. There used to be hundreds of such pillars, but now only two remain, and the other is kept in the school's museum.

When Mu Qingyang passed in front of the pillar, he placed the base of the thumb of his left hand under his nose and the tip of his index finger on his forehead, expressing the so-called ritual of respect, according to some classmates, if he did not follow this custom, he was likely to encounter misfortune. He felt a little stupid when he did this, but he knew that there was no harm in doing it.

The unpainted wooden staircase creaked up the staircase. The porch is huge; The screens were rusty, and there were so many holes that they couldn't keep the small insects outside. The front door is open; There was a loud rock sound, a lot of people talking loudly, and a pungent smell of marijuana.

Mu Qingyang almost turned around and went back.

He was afraid to go to crowded places, and he felt embarrassed at the thought of his age. But Tripan was standing in the hallway, and he was held by a pair of large hands. (To be continued.) )