The head made of magic nitrate did not spit out its pitch-black tongue at Zheng Qing in the end. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The young student's attention was quickly drawn to Thomas' whispered conversation with Hilda.

“...... If you want me to say, it's also unlucky. Who arranged the duty schedule? There is no time for stability when things are done at two ends for three days a month......" Hilda has been complaining non-stop since just now.

Listen to what he means, because he was assigned to be on duty this month, and a lot of extra writing work has been added.

"At most, write a report, it's not that much trouble. Thomas comforted in a harmonious voice as he instructed Zheng Qing to pick the right tweezers and hand them to him.

"Write a point, an attendance report, a feedback, an opinion, at least five or six thousand words, can you tell me a little?" said Hilda, shaking her body vigorously and pretending to shiver, the brass rings and iron nails on her face crashing together under his sudden shaking, making a screeching sound.

An old wizard gave him a disapprenant look.

Hilda immediately closed her mouth and smiled cautiously.

As the person handling injured kappa, his job is now much easier than that of his colleagues.

The old school workers were holding small seminars with the school's professors, while other black-robed teaching assistants were directing the young patrolmen to conduct dragnets centered on the spot where the kappa had been found.

According to the old man Verne, even if it is a case made by a big demon, it is impossible not to have the slightest trace.

Swarms of white lantern worms flew out of the bamboo baskets, huddled in clusters, and hung from the branches of the surrounding trees, illuminating the clearing, and Hilda's demonic modified insects flapped their wings and flew around, trying to catch the few anomalous breaths left in the air.

Patrol students dressed in various college robes followed behind the teaching assistants, holding Dharma books and chanting different incantations.

Some chanted 'Birds chirp, beg for their friends' and asked the awakened birds on the branches to see if they had noticed any abnormalities in the vicinity; some chanted 'There are four directions, and some tried to use the school's ability to guard the large array to search for any small fluctuations that had occurred in the surroundings; while others simply prayed to the ghosts and gods, 'Heaven descends, Wei Qi You', 'Heaven has descended, Wei Qi You', 'Heaven has descended, Wei Qi Qi' and 'Heaven has fallen to Wei Qiqi', and asked for a legal net to catch the murderer.

These spells made Zheng Qing's eyes dizzy and eye-opening.

Perhaps the spirits did answer the prayers of these students, and perhaps the school array did find clues.

Soon, under an old locust tree deep in the woods, exciting news came.

"Here!"

"There's a lot of bugs here!"

"White bugs. ”

Several frizzy students scrambled to report their findings to the professors, and one of them even had the audacity to catch a bug with his hand.

Zheng Qing huddled in the crowd, looking at the beetle that emitted a faint phosphorescence, he always felt very familiar.

"Oops!" the student who caught the bug suddenly screamed, shook his hand, and threw the white bug out.

The bug slid in a graceful arc through the air and landed in Thomas's open jar.

"This bug is poisonous!" the student's voice was full of panic: "My hands, my hands don't feel anymore!"

Through the white glow of the overhead lamps, everyone could clearly see that the student's insect catching hand was blackening and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His fingers resembled a pickled cucumber, and the black color was covered with crumpled bumps and patterns.

"Use kerosene!" Zheng Qing called out almost without thinking: "Who brought kerosene? wipe his hands, quick!"

The other students looked at him in amazement, and even the teaching assistants showed some level of confusion.

Only the old school workers and a few professors had an approving smile on their faces.

"Why kerosene?" said Assistant Hilda, quickly throwing out the question that everyone was concerned about.

"This is a corpse beetle!" Zheng Qing gasped, his face flushed slightly.

He has never been good at expressing himself in plain sight, and he is not used to being watched by so many scrutinizing eyes.

But looking at the frightened eyes of the injured student, he couldn't silence himself.

"I've seen this bug at a research institute. Their outer shell is actually black-gray, but it has many tiny white hairs on it. Because it eats carrion all year round, it brings out the phosphorescence. ”

There was an uneasy commotion from the crowd.

For those who live in schools, this strange bug located in the depths of the silent forest has always been rare. No one expected to see them in the depths of the campus.

The old man of Verne bowed slightly.

Thomas lowered his head, glanced at Zheng Qing in surprise, then raised his head and sneered at Hilda: "The student's reaction is even faster than the teacher's...... I wonder if someone will feel ashamed. ”

Hilda was stunned and laughed happily: "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the students are always blue." ”

As he spoke, several students had already turned on the vent of the wind lamp, poured out a bowl of black kerosene from it, and wiped the injured student's hands.

The blackened, swollen hand was once again back to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Alright. The horror on the boy's face had not completely faded, and his tone was very excited: "I can move...... It's tactile again. ”

Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, his spirit suddenly relaxed a lot, and his brain instantly brightened.

"I see!" he exclaimed happily, "the kappa had been gnawed by these corpse beetles...... 'If you want to use a smooth bone surface in your experiments, this is an ideal tool'. ”

He recounted what a certain doctor had said to him, repeating them to the people in front of him.

"Very good. Professor Yi suddenly interrupted Zheng Qing's explanation, clapped his hands, and attracted everyone's attention: "Everyone, attention, everyone's attention." ”

He cleared his throat so that everyone could hear him.

"Put on your deerskin gloves, pick up tweezers from Assistant Coach Thomas, and go out into the grass to catch these ghoul beetles and put them in this jar. ”

Thomas raised his hand to indicate his position.

He carried a sheepskin bag full of tools in one hand, and a large jar in the other. Now there was only a lone beetle in the bottle spinning around the foot of the bottle.

"If you don't want your hands to look like the classmate just now," Professor Yi's words paused here, his stern gaze swept over the green faces around him, and raised his voice: "Then you must wear your own deerskin gloves!"

The surrounding patrols responded with a loud and orderly response, waking up the tree spirits that had just squinted their eyes.

With a goal, and good execution, soon the jar was filled with those gray-white ghoul beetles.

While the patrol was catching bugs, the old school worker and several professors were still arguing fiercely about something.

Because of the distance, Zheng Qing didn't hear what they were talking about. But he could see that the old man Verne was not very happy.

When it was all over, Professor Yi unified the tone for tonight's action:

"Remember, this was just an accident caused by some ghoul beetle that slipped into the school...... Since the kappa was still alive, there was no need to write additional patrol reports. ”

This wise decision sparked cheers from the audience.

No one cared about the slightest anomaly that might exist.

Soon, Professor Yi put away the injured kappa and disappeared into the dark night with the teaching assistants.

On the shore of the lake, the patrolmen who had not yet completed their tasks looked at the old school worker, hoping that he would be merciful and let everyone roll back to bed early.