Hunting College

Most of the time, fireworks appear in the night sky as a kind of festive decorations.

People use those swaying fire lights and brilliant colors to express their inner joy and joy.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, this kind of fireworks released for celebration will not only be a lonely one. On the contrary, for the sake of excitement and celebration, fireworks blooming all over the sky are the right footnote.

But now, there is only one firework hanging in the distant night sky.

The same is fireworks, with a different charm.

The beauty of the most instant, separated by Linzhong Lake, and the bright moon gradually sinking to the west complement each other.

"boom!"

A dull voice echoed over the lake.

Woke up many dreaming creatures.

The tree sperm stared in confusion and squeaked in dissatisfaction. For them, Linzhong Lake tonight is a bit too noisy.

The kappa showed a lot of peace. They grabbed the fat bug, bit their heads off, and while sucking the last few mouthfuls of dessert before dawn, they murmured and communicated with their partners.

The old murloc who had just returned to the bottom of the lake stared with muddy eyes, looking at the red firework hanging in the air across the muddy lake, and shook his head to stop the tribe’s urge to inquire, but only ordered the tribe to help push the lake surface Those small boats move faster.

More than a dozen boats glided across the water and went straight to the place where the incident occurred.

They originally belonged to the third patrol team tonight, mainly responsible for patrols from 4 am to 6 am.

Now because of the call of this firework, he has entered the working state ahead of time.

When the old man Verne brought Zheng Qing and Ling Guo to the fireworks, there were already many figures in black and gray robes.

"Why are you warning!" The old man leaned on the wooden staff, strode to the meteor, his voice was very serious.

May's low bark sounded in the crowd.

The onlookers quietly separated a road and let the old man pass.

Zheng Qing dragged Lin Guo to follow.

In the crowd, he saw many familiar faces.

Professor Yi in the divination class, Hilda assistant in the practice class, and his own interviewer Thomas, as well as some other guards who have appeared in the special plane, and many gray-robed school workers who are often encountered on campus.

Everyone was silent, with serious expressions on their faces, as if the monster army would rush into the campus in the next moment.

This makes the young public-funded students a little uneasy.

"It's not the same as last week." Professor Yi's voice slowly lowered and became inaudible, but his lips were still squirming quickly, obviously saying something.

Zheng Qing didn't bother to speculate on the professor's lips.

He is very self-aware. Since these adults don't want you to know anything, it's difficult for you to know something under their noses.

Squeezing through the crowd, there are a few busy figures sitting on the ground with their backs to him.

Zheng Qing stood on tiptoe and crossed these wide spine. The sight in front of him made his stomach churn.

Then he immediately stretched out his hand to cover the eyes of the little wizard beside him.

"Don't stop, I'm not a kid!" Ling Guo struggled in a dull voice.

Zheng Qing hesitated and saw Professor Yi nodded not far away before letting go of the hand blocking Lin Guo's eyes and letting the little wizard squeeze forward.

"Wow." Linguo didn't show a trace of fear, but made a sound similar to the joy of hunting.

This makes Zheng Qing a little bit ashamed.

He just saw the scene in the crowd for the first time and almost vomited.

...

A thin figure stretched out his arms, lying on the lawn, dying.

This is a kappa.

To be precise, this is a dry kappa.

Its skin seemed to have been dried in the desert for thousands of years, shriveled and tight, without a trace of moisture.

The essence of the jade dish on its head was almost exhausted, only because tonight's moonlight was so abundant that the dish would not completely dry up. This is the only reason it is still lingering.

But the most shocking thing is that the kappa below the chest and abdomen seems to have been eaten by something. There is no skin or flesh, only a pile of white bones and the black and discolored internal organs.

"I heard that this is the missing kappa..."

"Fortunately, he hasn't died. The school has hundreds of ways to find the murderer."

"Unfortunately, I encountered this kind of thing when patrolling, and I must hand in a patrol report of 3000 words next week!"

Several patrol students bit their ears and sighed.

Zheng Qing pricked his ears, while searching for information around him, suppressing his inner discomfort, and carefully looking at the dry kappa. He always felt that the kappa's clean bones were a bit familiar.

"Is it made of magic?" Old Verne asked in a low voice.

"If it's a special ceremony, the technique shouldn't be so rough." Professor Yi shook his head, poked the kappa's dry body with tweezers, and whispered, "Do you have any ideas?"

"The bone surface is smooth, without a trace of tissue, very clean and tidy... Osteoporosis, this should belong to the bones of an old kappa who is dying... Very strange." The rough fingers of the old man Verne slid across the kappa. Thigh bones, murmured: "But judging from the face, this is clearly a little guy under ten years old."

The dying kappa let out a low moan, and the dark night was especially infiltrating.

"Is there any difference in the magical glass?" Zheng Qing poked Thomas next to him, and asked humbly.

Thomas turned his head and glanced at him, blinking, as if thinking about how to answer this question.

"As my good student, shouldn't you consult your teacher first when you encounter problems?" Hilda emerged from behind them, put her arms on the shoulders of Zheng Qing and Thomas, and said in a low voice: "Turn around."

Zheng Qing obediently turned his head to the other side, and was shocked immediately, almost screaming.

Hilda hung a small inconspicuous pendant in his hand on his shoulder.

Surprisingly it is a withered head.

"This is the corpse made by magic...part of the corpse." Hilda's slick voice rang in his ears, as if the devil whispered, it was creepy: "Exquisite, small~www.wuxiaspot.com~no The slightest **** feeling, but full of artistic atmosphere and foreign culture... The little kappa lying on the grass is more like a poor ghost who has been eaten by a group of piranhas."

"The bones of piranhas will not be so smooth after gnawing." Thomas said in a low voice: "Besides, I have never heard of piranhas attacking kappa."

Zheng Qing did not listen to Thomas.

All his attention was focused on the right shoulder, the magically nitrated head in Hilda's hand.

Perhaps because of magical refining, this head has shrunk to the size of a walnut, and its purple skin is wrinkled, almost completely concealing its facial features.

The long gray hair was combed neatly and tightly bound with a silver bar.

The end of her long hair was buckled and hung on Hilda's wrist.

Face to face, eye to eye, forehead to forehead.

This dry head stared at Zheng Qing stunnedly, causing the young public servant to burst into a cold sweat.