In the morning in the middle school teaching building, it is natural that there will be a lot of students.

However, the approaching class time will tie them to the class, and also allow the black-haired horse lady who doesn't like to be watched to 'work' normally.

Dispel the rumors of hauntings - this is tailor-made for the top students of the séance department.

It's just that the premise of 'breaking' must have never happened.

"Spirit-active ...... Traces of the Reiko. ”

The City Tea House with a deep voice stared at the scene in the hallway, its dark golden eyes surrounded by a striking light.

Anyone who sees her appearance at the moment will feel a kind of 'weird' inhuman feeling, and the hazy temperament of standing here clearly but as if she will go with the wind at any time also makes her look like a ghost at the moment.

When the top students of séance communicate with the soul, they will inevitably bring some soul characteristics, and this relatively common sense of grotesqueness is also one of the manifestations of this department.

But this is not a problem for the well-informed Li Dongliao.

All she cared about was the meaning of the other person's words.

"So it's really haunted?"

Although there is little research on the soul of Lingzi, the concept of 'Lingzi' is also a common-sense term in enlightenment reading.

The basic concept that constitutes the soul is like a prisoner's fingerprint.

But after she asked, she heard the séance girl respond with some uncertainty: "I... I have to confirm it again......"

"Okay." The Liao chief nodded.

Manchester City Café is a student of Meipu Liao, and Fuji Kishi, the head of Lidong Liao, is not familiar with it, but she is willing to trust her colleagues when she listens to Ling Amazon's vow when recommending the other party.

But that's really nothing to confirm.

For students of séance, discerning the distribution of abnormal spirits in the air is the foundation of the foundation. The Manchester City Café was completely sure that there had been spirit activity here recently, but when she began to identify the trajectory of the spirit child in more detail, trying to recreate the scene at that time......

- She found that the traces of the spirit child were actually very familiar.

It was so familiar that she subconsciously glanced at her side.

- There was nothing there.

But it's also reasonable.

The 'friend' wants whoever sees him to see her, but if she doesn't show up, even the café itself won't be able to detect her presence.

As for this 'friend' who appeared by his side during the first séance ceremony in his life, Manchester City Tea House has never known much.

It's just that she knows that she is very good to herself, cares about her, and looks a lot like herself.

But there is a theory about the professional knowledge she learned in class, and that is that the image of the spirit that is brought by the ritual will change within a certain range according to the type of spirit.

It is assumed that only low-level wild spirits wandering above the spiritual land are summoned, and this level of spirit is only the remnant of emotion and will, which is aggregated into a spirit body by the magic of the spiritual land.

Without a personality of its own, its image derives either from imitation or from reproduction.

The ritual itself will give them abilities that the lower spirits should not have, but it will not increase their intelligence, nor will it make their fragmented consciousness clear.

'Friends' are definitely not lower spirits.

She should be a more high-ranking being, something like 'evil spirits, elves, heroic spirits, and even gods'.

It is not surprising that such a presence is highly consistent with the appearance of the ritual architects.

Therefore, Manchester City Tea House did not care about the problem that the other party's appearance was highly similar to its own.

For her, a 'friend' is a friend, her best 'friend', who can share all her stories, her feelings, chat with herself, comfort herself, and protect her friends.

But occasionally the 'friend' would disappear and do something she didn't know about.

In those times, it will be like now.

She used a way to communicate with spirits, trying to ask her 'friends' what they were thinking, only to find that there was no feedback from the catalyst connection.

'Friend'... Not here.

"Tea house classmates? Tea house classmates? Are you okay? ”

When the opening ceremony of the Manchester City Tea House was held, it looked like she was in a daze from the perspective of others, and Fuji Qishi waited for a while, but she still couldn't help but wake her up.

When the latter came back to her senses and looked at herself, she asked, "Is there a result?" The ghost is not there? ”

Although he doesn't care much about ghosts or anything, the head of the dormitory still wants to solve this rumor as soon as possible, which is easy to affect the psychology of students.

"No...... It's just some remnants of the past," the City Tea House shook her head, she was already a bit taciturn, and she would be surprisingly persuasive when it came to lying, "maybe we need to look elsewhere." ”

"Oh, good."

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At the same time, in the empty classroom on the third floor of the high school teaching building, Omer, who was supposed to rest, heard the conversation in the corridor with his keen hearing.

"That's a Manchester City café classmate, right? I've seen it in the corridor of junior high school before, and it's amazing that I can catch up with the speed of running with all my might! ”

"Manchester City Café? I always feel that there is a difference......"

"It's quite strange, I greeted her and she just smiled and nodded, although the café classmates didn't talk much, but it didn't come to this point, right?"

"Maybe it's because I've drunk some medicine from Elie Suzi and it's inconvenient to speak, I heard that the Meipu Bourbon was turned into like that by Elie Suzi."

"What kind of serial rumor is this, Meipu Bourbon was like this before, right?"

It sounds like the girl who has been in contact with Bourbon to refute the rumors a little, and then create a new rumor: "But it is indeed possible to say that the medicine that cannot be said is also possible, and I heard that Elie Suko will also find inspiration from the legend." ”

"Haha, mermaid story, are you talking, okay, it's really going to class, we have to go faster!"

The sound goes from near to far along with the footsteps, allowing Ormer to reaffirm that Traison's school building is not intended to be soundproofed.

I don't know how most of the sensitive hearings of the imas are able to concentrate.

Probably the ability to self-regulate is really good, and Omer remembers mentioning this in an interview in the magazine, just like he himself knows how to adjust his sense of hearing, and he can listen to all directions when he needs to, and try to blunt it when he doesn't.

So as not to be bombarded with a group of people into a nervous breakdown when you storm the discount supermarket.

But even if he chooses to be more blunted in the normal way, he can hear footsteps approaching at this moment.

The shoes are consistent with Treson's school uniform, and the stride length should be about one and a half meters, and the weight is about the same. Omer thought of the words of the girls just now, and slightly relaxed when he heard a knock at the door.

"Tea house classmates? Come in. ”

Tilting his head slightly from the chaise longue, Omer looked at the black-haired girl who pushed the door in, the smile on his face suddenly turned into surprise, and his eyes that began to be infected with blood narrowed slightly.

"You still have such a side?"

The girl who closes the door when she enters the classroom looks like the Man City Café in front of her face and behind her – provided you don't pay attention to the more cheerful demeanor of the other person, the way she closes the door more quickly than the slower pace of the Man City Café, and the way she looks at you when she turns around.

The scrutinizing gaze that had become serious was difficult to appear in the eyes of the well-behaved but somewhat wooden Manchester City Tea House, but it could remember another existence that he had only come into contact with last night.

Quiet on Sunday.

At this moment, her figure has grown slightly, and the black hair on her forehead, which was originally a solid color, has also begun to show white marks, which is consistent with yesterday's image.

Even the slightly unkind tone was the same.

"Aren't you too? Lying here sickly, you don't even have the ability to enter the door, right? ”

In Wori, Chengdu also held a marathon of 10,000 people under the severe epidemic situation... It's okay, the author is not in a hurry to move, first push it for a month, otherwise it will be inconvenient to go out.

(End of chapter)