"Kevin is crazy! Kevin is crazy!" the bald teacher immediately began to spread the word when he returned to school. He found Little Spoon first, after all, he also knew that several of them were friends together, and he was the first to inform him of this "sad" news.

The little spoon was taken aback, and naturally couldn't believe it. So the bald teacher described Kevin's symptoms of madness in detail, including what he saw with his own eyes and what the sheriff relayed.

But after listening, the little spoon began to scratch his head: "En, en...... Kindness. ”

"What do you mean?" asked the bald teacher.

"Doesn't it feel too serious?" said the little spoon.

"You may not have seen that scene with your own eyes, this is not the usual state of joking," the bald teacher shook his head, "Even if you make a bad joke, you can see in your eyes that it is a joke, whether it is good or malicious." But this time, it was as if he was really asking me 'why do you have ...... on your head?' or something. ”

"Really?" said the spoon tensed again, "That's serious!"

"Yes, a madman has a set of logic of a madman, and sometimes his logic can be self-consistent, but in any case, there is a huge difference between him and ordinary people," the bald teacher replied categorically, "In short, if he is not crazy, then I must be crazy." ”

"I'll go to Sain right away. Little Spoon hurried to the dormitory. "I'll go too. The bald teacher also hurried to follow.

Sai was still cleaning the toilet at the same time, and while there was no one during the day, he hurried to finish the work. Now Sain didn't know what a shame was, humming a tune, dragging the ground, and looking leisurely.

The little spoon and the bald teacher immediately rushed in: "Something's wrong!

Sain was also surprised: "What's the matter?

"No, Kevin is crazy!" explained Little Spoon.

Sain was even more dazed: "Huh?"

The bald teacher immediately explained it from beginning to end, but Sain just smiled after listening: "Isn't Kevin usually like this? When did you have the illusion that he is usually a normal person?"

"No!" the bald teacher repeated the theory he had just said.

Sain is still disdainful: "Oh, he has the temperament of an artist, and he likes that unfathomable feeling." Maybe...... He's talking in code, and you need to decipher it. ”

The bald teacher was stunned, and couldn't help but seriously recall, but still denied it: "No way, I asked the sheriff carefully afterwards, and he even told me." Kevin also ate. ”

After a moment of silence, Sain finally put away his smile, and the small spoon next to him was also shocked: "So...... Is he really crazy?"

"You may try to visit the prisoner," replied the bald teacher, "but there may not be time, for he will soon be sent to the cathedral for treatment." ”

"Which cathedral?" Sain asked.

"I don't know," replied the bald teacher, "I'm going to see the headmaster now, and I haven't given him a life yet." ”

The bald teacher quickly left, leaving Sain and Little Spoon staring at each other. The two repeatedly opened their mouths to say something, but they couldn't say anything. It's not safe to talk here, but if you set up an enchantment, it's a bit more troublesome.

"So, I'll go see Kevin, and if he's transferred, at least ask where he's going for treatment. Sain finally put down the mop, and suddenly thought of something, and picked it up again. Dip it in some water and put it directly in the space ring.

"What are you doing?" the little spoon alerted.

"I brought the mop over to see if Kevin was really crazy. Sain gave a mischievous laugh, but immediately relented.

"Don't bring it over!" stopped the little spoon solemnly, "Is this fun?"

"Okay. Sain was helpless, and put the mop out again, dispelling this idea.

"You go first, I'll think of a way here. Little Spoon looked melancholy and walked out of the toilet with his head down.

Here, the news that Kevin had gone crazy quickly spread throughout the school. As a librarian, Kevin has been in contact with almost all the teachers and students in the school (except for the Minotaur students, because they don't borrow books), and most people have a good impression of Kevin, whether they know him or not. Now I was surprised to hear that Kevin was crazy.

There's always a reason to go crazy. For a while, all kinds of speculations in the school came one after another, and because everyone's level of knowledge was extremely high, their guessing ability was also extremely extensive and deep. There are even quite a few people who are keen to speculate and reason, and use it to show their talents.

First of all, of course, there must be enough information, as the only bald teacher who witnessed Kevin's madness, he will inevitably be questioned by many parties. The second is naturally Little Spoon and Sain, and the two friends who have been with Kevin are also the objects of inquiry. Again, there are Fran and others, but they are all teachers, and many of them have a high status.

It's easy to ask them the same questions all the time, and in the end they don't bother to answer. The questioner was also embarrassed, so almost everyone turned to the other, the Light Elf student Leyson.

So almost as soon as class ended, someone would come to him and ask him about Kevin. As a student, it was difficult for Leyson to politely refuse. But he really didn't know about the recent events, so he could only answer as if he didn't know.

Soon, people with some background information came to their tentative conclusions. There are no more than three conclusions: crazy, not crazy, and not knowing.

Most people who think that Kevin is crazy or don't say anything are basically not familiar with Kevin, and it is common sense to infer that since they have eaten, they are probably crazy. Moreover, they also investigated that that night, the little tiger was unusual, and the researchers said that it felt an inexplicable mental attack, which seemed to be a long-distance illusion duel. Then it's also possible that Kevin is crazy, maybe under attack.

But the more people who are familiar with Kevin, the more they feel that it is impossible. Even if there is a question about the little tiger, but after repeatedly asking the researchers, the feeling last night is clearly that he has won! Since he has won, how can Kevin be crazy? Of course, there is also the possibility of losing both, but I always feel that the probability is very small.

And if Kevin isn't crazy, then he's obviously pretending to be crazy. So why pretend to be crazy?

If it is forced by the situation, then even if you pretend to be crazy, you should send some information to the outside world. Then the only contact with the bald teacher must be the best opportunity.

So some idlers translated "why does your ass grow on your head" into imperial Chinese, elven language, bull head language, dog head language and other languages, and then studied them softly together.

Someone even went to rummage through the trash can, and actually found the apple core. At that time, Kevin returned the leftover apple cores to the bald teacher and told them that it was wet garbage. It's a pity that after the bald teacher came out, he threw it in the trash.

At this point, I thought, what kind of clue is this? What kind of hint is this? The students ran to rummage through the trash cans, but because there was an interval of more than half a day in between, it was difficult to determine whether it was the bald teacher who threw it.

But the students were still interested, muttering, "Wet garbage, dry garbage?" while writing and drawing on the paper, and from time to time looking at the apple cores on the table in a daze.

The small spoon on the side encouraged them, and specially gave them juice: "Everyone has worked hard, whether you can crack it or not, I will invite you to dinner." ”

"Thank you, Teacher Lin," the students said with great enthusiasm, "this is what we should do." ”

The bald teacher passed by and saw the situation: "Are you crazy?"

"Teacher," said the student, "is it possible to eat an apple, to leave a tooth mark on the apple, and form some kind of password." ”

Another student interface: "But the problem is that with just one Apple core, even if there is a password in it, it is too difficult to decipher. ”

"I think Mr. Kevin must have given us a hint," one student excited, "He said wet garbage! What is the Chinese language of wet garbage? What is the Minotaur language? What are the similarities in pronunciation?"

"Wet garbage...... Dry garbage ...... Recyclable garbage ...... Hazardous garbage ......" the students muttered as they looked at the ceiling.

"You're crazy!" the bald teacher shook his head, "If Kevin isn't crazy, then you must be crazy." ”

"Teacher, doesn't our reasoning make sense?" the students were unconvinced.

"Students don't get involved in these things, the sheriff will investigate, and we'll just wait for the results," the bald teacher waved his hand directly, "Disperse, don't make such useless things." ”

The students were helpless, and the bald teacher was inconvenient to offend because of his high position, so he could only disperse. The small spoon on the side was a little embarrassing, and she was hoping that the student would be able to crack something out.

The bald teacher glanced back at her, and of course he could see what was on her mind. At this time, he also comforted: "Don't worry too much, even if you are crazy, Kevin has the possibility of being cured." ”

"Isn't that pretending to be crazy?" asked the little spoon directly.

"Unlikely," the bald teacher shook his head, "I took Apple to see him, and it was a temporary idea." It only took him a few seconds to get the apple, and in a matter of seconds he could just gnaw out a password? ”

Little Spoon pursed his lips, trying to refute anything, but he still didn't say anything.

On the other side, Sain had already arrived at the sheriff's building, but upon inquiry, he was told that Kevin had been transferred for treatment. And as for where Kevin was transferred?

Of course, Sain knew that they were just trying to show his identity, but he felt that it might not be very useful. If you can't get it and embarrass the Knights, you just don't talk about it.

I hurriedly went back to school, and I had to come forward to think about it. So he directly pulled the small spoon and found the principal together.

In the principal's room, the principal looked at the two of them with a regretful expression: "Kevin is an excellent employee, and we are also surprised that he went crazy this time." I think the sheriffs will be able to find out the cause and give you a satisfactory explanation. ”

"Headmaster," Sain frowned, "you also think Kevin is really crazy?"

"Oh, do you want to measure the tooth marks of the apple core?" the headmaster smiled, "I have a copy of Cryptography here, why don't you study it first?"

Sain did not speak, and temporarily retreated. Little Spoon took a step forward: "Kevin has a lot of experience, he has come over several times on the line of life and death, and his spirit is strong. None of us believed he was going crazy. ”

The headmaster touched his beard: "Then what do you mean by coming to me now?"

Neither of them spoke.

"You want me to come forward?" the headmaster said, "I'm a headmaster, and the sheriff isn't under my control, and the priest isn't under my control. I'm also not a psychiatrist and can't tell if Kevin is really crazy or fake. What's the use of looking for me?"

"But, after all, you're the Archmagus. Sain was in a hurry, and also used "you".

"You two are both Juggernauts' children, do you really need to come to me?" the headmaster looked at them, looking meaningful.

Sain was a little confused, and secretly thought that the Knights of Thunder couldn't manage this place. It seems that only the Assassin Guild can do this. When I turned my head to look, I saw that the small spoon looked very difficult.

"What's wrong?" Sain asked, "Speaking of which, I saw you a little absent-minded some time ago. ”

"No, it's fine. Little Spoon just replied subconsciously.

The headmaster glanced at her, "Just a word of war, you should know what Kevin has been looking for lately." At least it has something to do with the cracking of light spells, and if you go deeper, some things will inevitably be implicated. ”

Little Spoon nodded: "I understand." ”

Sain was still at a loss, but seeing that the little spoon didn't say anything, it was inconvenient to ask more.

In the meantime, Kevin has been transported to a special shelter as a real lunatic. Kevin's identity is special, and because of the high level of attention in this case, everyone is also as cautious as possible. Of course, the address of the shelter is not publicly available.

Kevin himself was tied to a chair and even his mouth gagged. It may be that the madman is too noisy, but the eyes are not covered and the ears are not plugged, or it may be that he thinks that a madman is not worthy of vigilance. Kevin also didn't roll his eyes and look crazy.

"Let the man be left here," said the sheriffs to a priest-like man, "and don't visit anyone for a while, and don't really cure him." Let's let him go crazy for a while. ”

"However, if someone is crazy for a while, he himself will be fine. The pastor replied.

"You watch it and keep him in shape. At least wait until the online heat passes. ”

"What if I die?" asked the pastor.

"If you don't die, don't let him die!" warn the sheriffs, "and if something goes wrong, don't be happy." ”

"Okay, I see, I'll have the final say here. The priest smiled and sent the sheriffs away.

Kevin looked up at the priest carefully, a middle-aged uncle in his 50s, with a fierceness and cruelty in his eyes from time to time. It's like a street hooligan, and you're about to fight with people when you pout. It doesn't match the temperament of a priest at all.

"Boy," the priest smiled, "we've been playing a new game lately. ”

Kevin was gagged, naturally unable to answer. The priest lifted Kevin up, then walked to the edge of a pond at the back of the building, and threw Kevin down with his chair.

Kevin was still tied up at this time, and naturally fell into the water without any struggle, and sank directly to the bottom. The pool was crystal clear, and the two sides could still look at each other from afar, looking at the priest on the shore who had no intention of saving him, as if he were admiring all this.

Dark, cold, unable to breathe, unable to move. At this time, Kevin was extremely sober and understood a truth in an instant. The desire to survive is the most intense and ultimate extreme, and it goes far beyond the indescribable movements.