Hunting College

In the end, the head made by magic did not spit out a dark tongue at Zheng Qing.

The attention of the young public student was quickly attracted by Thomas and Hilda's whispered conversation.

"...It's unlucky for me to say it. Who arranged the watch? This month, when things are going to happen every three days, there will be no time for stability..." Hilda has been complaining ever since.

Listen to what he said, because I was on duty this month, a lot of extra writing work was added.

"Write a report at most, it's not that troublesome." Thomas comforted in a harmonious voice, while instructing Zheng Qing to select the appropriate tweezers and pass it to him.

"Write something? An attendance report, a feedback, an opinion, at least five or six thousand words, can you tell me a little?" Hilda said, shaking her body vigorously, pretending to shudder, The copper ring and iron nails hit together under his sudden shaking, making a harsh sound.

An old wizard gave him a dissatisfied look.

Hilda closed her mouth immediately and laughed cautiously.

As a person dealing with injured kappa, his job now is much easier than that of his colleagues.

The old school workers are surrounded by the school professors in a small seminar; other teaching assistants in black robes are instructing the young patrols to conduct a dragnet-style search centered on the spot where the kappa is found.

According to the old man Verne, even if it is a case done by a big monster, it is impossible that there is no trace.

The clean white light insects flew out of the bamboo basket in groups, hung in groups, and hung on the surrounding branches, brightening the light from this open space; Hilda's improved insects sensitive to evil spirits also vibrated. Flying around with wings, trying to capture the aura of abnormality remaining in the air.

Patrol students in various robes followed behind the teaching assistants, holding books of the Fa and chanting different spells.

Some say'birds sing, beg their friends', and ask the awakened birds on the branches to see if they have noticed the abnormal situation nearby; some say'there are four directions, it's very clear'. Trying to use the school’s ability to guard the big array to search for any small fluctuations that have occurred around; some simply pray directly to the ghosts and gods, “the sky will fall, and the protection will be good”. Seek law to catch the murderer.

These spells made Zheng Qing dizzy and opened his eyes.

Maybe the ghosts and gods really responded to the prayers of these students, maybe the school's big array did find a clue.

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

"Here!"

"There are many bugs here!"

"White bug."

Several frizzy students rushed to report their findings to the professors, and one of them even boldly caught a bug with his hand.

Zheng Qing was squeezed in the crowd, looking at the faint phosphorescent beetle, he always felt very familiar.

"Ouch!" The student who caught the bug suddenly exclaimed, shaking his hand, and threw the white bug out.

The bug slid a beautiful arc in the air and landed in Thomas's wide-mouth bottle.

"This worm is poisonous!" The student's voice was full of panic: "My hand, my hand doesn't feel anymore!"

With the white light sprinkled by the light worms overhead, everyone could clearly see that the student's hand that caught the worm grew black and swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His fingers are like a pickled cucumber, and the sauce-black color is covered with wrinkled bumps and patterns.

"Use kerosene!" Zheng Qing called out almost without thinking, "Who brought kerosene? Wipe his hands, quickly!"

The other students looked at him with surprise, and even the teaching assistants showed some level of doubt.

Only the old school worker and a few professors showed approving smiles on their faces.

"Why use kerosene?" Assistant Hilda quickly raised questions that everyone cares about.

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

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

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

"I have seen this kind of insects in a research institute. Their outer skin is actually black and gray, but there are many small white hairs on it. Because they eat carrion all year round, they bring out phosphorescence."

There was an uneasy commotion from the crowd.

For people living in schools, such weird bugs in the depths of the Silent Forest have always been rare. No one expected to see them in the depths of the campus.

The old man Verne nodded slightly.

Thomas lowered his head, gave Zheng Qing a surprised look, then raised his head and laughed at Hilda: "The student's reaction turned out to be faster than the teacher... I wonder if someone feels ashamed."

Hilda was stunned and laughed happily: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves forward, and the students are always blue."

While they were talking, several students turned on the wind lanterns, poured a bowl of black kerosene from it, and wiped the hands of the injured student.

The blackened and swollen hand returned to normal again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Okay." The panic on the boy's face hadn't completely faded, and his tone was very excited: "I am able to move... I have a touch again."

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

"I see!" He exclaimed happily, "That kappa was eaten by these corpse beetles... "If you want to use a smooth bone surface in the experiment, this is an ideal tool." "

He recalled what a doctor said to him and retelled them to the people in front of him.

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

He cleared his throat so that everyone could hear his voice.

"Put on your deerskin gloves, bring tweezers here from Assistant Thomas, and then go to the grass to catch these corpse beetles and put them in this jar."

Thomas raised his hand to indicate his position.

He was carrying a sheepskin bag full of tools in one hand; he held a huge jar in the other hand. Now there is only a lone beetle in the bottle spinning along the bottle's foot.

"If you don't want your hands to look like that classmate just now," Professor Yi's words paused here, and his stern eyes swept over the young faces around him, raising his voice: "Then you must wear them well. Own deerskin gloves!"

The surrounding patrol team issued a neat and loud response, and awakened the tree sperms who had just squinted.

With the goal ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and good execution, soon the jar was filled with those gray-white corpse beetles.

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

Because of the long distance, Zheng Qing did not hear what they were talking about. But he could see the expression of Old Man Verne was not very happy.

When everything was over, Professor Yi unified the calibre for tonight’s actions:

"Remember, this is just an accident caused by some corpse beetles that leaked into the campus...Because the kappa is still alive, you don't need to write additional patrol reports."

This wise decision caused cheers from the audience.

No one cares about the slight anomalies that may still exist in this matter.

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

By the lake, the patrol team members who had not yet completed their mission looked at the old school worker eagerly, expecting him to show mercy and let everyone get back to the bed earlier.