That night, Sherlock put on his coat and raised his lamp and began to take duty around the entire Imperial College.

What needs to be checked is the condition of each area to make sure that the place that should be locked is locked and that what should not have escaped is not coming out.

He first went to the Sky Island through the airflow platform placed by the professors, and began to patrol the area through the winding paths, the jungle between the Sky Islands was silent in the night, and the oil lamp in Sherlock's hand was the only point of light.

It's like a lighthouse on the edge of a cliff in the middle of the sea.

The occasional sound was just the sound of high-altitude currents blowing through the trees, and he knew it well, and he could walk around the floating island with his eyes closed.

Sherlock blew his nose, he had a cold recently, and then hung up the oil lamp and began to tick the written paperwork on duty: "The aquatic area is normal, the forest area is normal, the monster cage is not broken, um.... None of this looks like a problem. ”

Suddenly, as if something had blown on his ears, he turned his head to find that there was nothing but the statue of the sun god on the side of the road.

The statue was quite exquisite, and it could be seen that the carver was very careful, but he couldn't remember when the Imperial College had a new sculpture, maybe it was a Whitsunday decoration, Sherlock thought.

"Maybe it's the Whitsunday ornament that Professor Alice asked for, but I guess I'm not surprised that she's doing anything."

Now that the floating area has been checked, then the following is simple, just walk around the teaching area of the academy and confirm whether the most important monster cultivation laboratory is operating normally.

He slowly ticked the box on the paperwork, and just as he was about to leave the floating area, another gust of wind blew in his ears, and some small but uncomfortable sounds came, and the oil lamps hanging on the branches of the trees shook.

Looking to the side again, the statue seemed to be in a different position than he remembered just now: "Huh? The statue was so close to me just now, alas, it was really dark and I couldn't see it clearly, if only I were extraordinary. ”

Sherlock blames the affected vision at night.

"It's been cold this year."

He hid his face in his cashmere coat and complained about the sharp cold wind, hoping that the winter of the royal city would pass soon.

"When Abel and Margaret are on duty tomorrow, tell them to wear more, this hellish weather."

Sherlock said to himself as he picked up the oil lamp from the branch and began to walk down the forest path in the direction of the teaching area.

This year, the cold snap that evaporated from the cracks in the earth seemed to be much stronger, and Sherlock could feel the cold wind getting stronger, and the entire bush on the floating island swayed back and forth as if it had been grasped by an invisible hand.

His pace was forced to slow down considerably, the wind almost pushed him back, and when he looked up, the wind was already mixed with heavy snow.

The coat was blown through by the cold wind, and it was clear that the cashmere jacket was not a suitable piece of clothing in this year's Intracity City, and Sherlock's whole body vaguely froze.

Because he couldn't open his eyes at all, he didn't see the ice on the path in front of him, and he slipped and fell to the ground, and finally rolled into the snowdrift.

"Uh, I'm freezing to death."

Trembling as he broke free from the snowdrift, he realized that the oil lamp had rolled aside, and Sherlock dragged his legs and groped away.

He can't help but admire Margaret now, such a bad duty environment, he actually agreed to accept the request of others, if others would definitely disagree.

"Oil lamp, oil lamp, sun god, finally found."

With great effort, he finally lifted the oil lamp again, and as soon as he raised it, his eyes were cast in front of him, and another statue of the sun god stood on the side of the path, and that kind and solemn gaze seemed to examine himself.

"Is there so many statues in the academy? Strange, why didn't I see one when I came. ”

"Walk quickly, finish early, rest early."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a noise in the nearby woods—as if something was wandering inside.

Sherlock was alert, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and mustered up the courage to push away the bushes.

It's just a badly injured big crow in Wangcheng, probably with a lost group and wandering here. According to the climate of this year's winter, this crow will definitely not survive, Sherlock is still in the mood to sigh: "Poor fellow, it's a pity that I can't help it, look at me, it's all frozen." ”

As if he understood, the crow suddenly screamed without warning, startling Sherlock unexpectedly.

"Hey, you're still angry, what a grumpy creature."

He spun around and turned around, only to see that the statue of the sun god had 'moved' behind him at some point, and Sherlock became flustered because he was so sure that the statue must have changed position.

"It's supposed to be a prank." He patted his chest to give himself courage, it was unlikely that it was an aberration from the previous academy, because it was obviously not either a humanoid or a demon bird.

It's probably some bad guy who made this toy out of the ordinary, and it's not without precedent that it's almost a tradition every year during the Academy's duties.

Last year it was a snowman who came to life, and earlier it was a scary pumpkin essence, and although the cadets in charge of duty complained many times, the prank was still not stopped.

Sherlock picked up a snowball with his cold, unconscious hand, and threw it on the face of the Sun God statue without any response.

Sure enough, it was a prank.

After only staying for a while, the snow himself was about to bury the statue, and Sherlock relieved himself and picked up the oil lamp again, and walked towards the teaching area against the strong wind.

But the sudden arrival of snow blocked many of the trails, something that had never been seen in previous years. After a few laps of strong walking, he realized a serious problem.

There was no way to walk to the airflow platform, and the wind and snow showed no signs of stopping: "You're not going to freeze to death here, are you?" ”

Sherlock ran out of strength as he searched for an exit, and an hour later he sat down next to a tree in a blizzard.

His strength was exhausted, his legs were completely frozen, and he clutched the oil lamp in his hands to try to get some meager heat.

Stop, this damn blizzard!

Sherlock's mind was weakened by hypothermia, and he looked up to try to cheer himself up, if he had fallen asleep at this time, he might not have to open his eyes again in his life.

The bushes in front of him shook violently, and he thought it was also due to the strong wind, but a two-meter-high demon bird with its neck stretched out came out.

The saliva from the corner of the monster's mouth was frozen into ice, and it looked like it had been ravaged by the blizzard after running out of the academy's cultivation lab.

"It's unlucky, this can also meet me."

Sherlock couldn't get up and run at all, he clumsily pulled out his patrol musket, raised it with one hand, and tried to aim with his arm trembling.

But it seems that the strength to pull the trigger is gone, and the fingers are frozen and completely disobeyed, as if he was born without limbs.

I told my mother a long time ago that Wangcheng is not a good place, and if I have to send myself to this ghost place to practice, I can't go back now.

The fairy bird sensed the presence of a human following Sherlock's oil lamp, and found him slumped at the base of a tree holding up a stick-like object aimed at him.

"Don't the move... I can't get it right. ”

Sherlock cursed the demon bird, blaming the bird for not moving at all because of the shaky arm that couldn't be targeted.

Unexpectedly, the demon bird began to imitate his own voice: "Don't move!" ”

It was starving and hadn't eaten anything since it had escaped the cultivation area, and the demon bird staggered to Sherlock's side after learning a few words according to the hunting skills in his bones.

Sherlock's gaze eventually drifted completely, and his sanity went into shock, and the cold had already defeated him before he could shoot.

Before he was plunged into darkness, he seemed to see some rainbow-like vision, a man in a witch's hat coming out of the forest on the other side.

Walk the marquee, he was shocked and fainted after sighing.

When Sherlock awoke again, he found himself in a room full of squirrels, lying on a soft couch, as if what had just happened was a dream.

He sat up and wondered, "Where is this, heaven?" ”

Alice walked over from the side, drank black tea and explained slowly: "It's not heaven, this is No. 1 Lieyang Street, if you don't remember it, you know that this is Abel's house." How dangerous, but fortunately I was looking for a large pine cone in the wooded area of the floating island, otherwise you would have died. ”

Before she could finish speaking, the big squirrels all over the room began to chirp, making the house noisy.

Alice put down the black teacup irritably, pinched her waist and shouted: "I know that there are still ten big pine cones missing, and I found ten in one night, it's not that I didn't look for them on purpose!" Stop yelling, it's the eve of Whitsundays, be quiet! ”

Sherlock didn't think there were so many big squirrels in Abel's house.

"Because Abel accidentally kicked away their winter food, he stayed here."

Sherlock laughed amused, but then said, "Thank you, Professor Alice, for saving my life." ”

"You're polite, it's just a good help, but don't blame you for getting lost, the heavy snow in Wangcheng this year is really unusual."

"Well, those Sun God statues you placed are not ordinary!"

Alice narrowed her eyes in bewilderment: "What sun god statue?" ”

Sherlock explained the statues he had come across: "Didn't you put them? ”

Alice shook her head: "I did ask for decoration, but the academy didn't agree - I seem to be familiar with this statue you mentioned, can you elaborate on it?" ”

Sherlock reclined back on the soft couch and recalled, "It must have been made of white marble, it was beautiful, and it looked like a lifelike look." ”

Alice suddenly showed an intriguing smile and said softly, "Oh... I know. ”

She realizes that some people are really haunted, but it doesn't matter, Alice herself happens to have a grudge that is not settled.

She smiled and comforted Sherlock, "Don't take those statues to heart, kid, I'll ask who got them." ”