Hunting High School

In the end, the magic tanned head did not spit out a black tongue at Zheng Qing.

The young payer's attention was quickly drawn to the whispered conversation between Thomas and Hilda.

"... If you want me to say, it's unlucky. Who arranged the duty schedule? This month, there will be no peace and stability..." Hilda has been complaining since just now.

Hearing what he meant, because he was assigned to be on duty this month, he added a lot of writing work.

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

"Write something? An attendance report, a feedback, an opinion, at least five or six thousand words, tell me something?" Hilda said, shaking her body vigorously, pretending to shudder, her face The brass rings and iron nails on his body collided together under his sudden shaking, making a harsh sound.

An old wizard gave him a dissatisfied look.

Hilda immediately shut her mouth and smiled carefully.

As a person handling the injured Kappa, his job is now much easier than that of his colleagues.

The old janitors were gathering with the school's professors to conduct small seminars; other teaching assistants in black robes directed the young patrol members to conduct a dragnet search centering on the spot where the Kappa was found.

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

Clean white lantern bugs flew out of the bamboo baskets in groups, huddled together, and hung on the surrounding branches, brightly illuminating the open space; Hilda's modified bugs that were sensitive to Monster Qi were also excited. Wings, flying around, trying to catch the few traces of abnormal breath left in the air.

Patrolling students in various robes followed behind the teaching assistants, holding Dharma books and chanting different incantations.

Some read 'Birds are chirping, begging for the sound of their friends', asking the awakened birds on the branches to see if they have noticed any abnormalities nearby; Trying to use the school's ability to guard the formation to search for any small fluctuations that have occurred around; some simply prayed to ghosts and gods directly, "When the sky falls, it will be better", Ask the French Open to catch the murderer.

These incantations dazzled Zheng and opened his eyes.

Perhaps the ghosts and gods really answered the prayers of these students, and perhaps the school's formation did find some clues.

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

"here!"

"There are a lot of bugs here!"

"White worms."

Several frizzy students scrambled to report their own discovery to the professors, and one of them even dared to catch a bug with his hand.

Zheng Qing huddled in the crowd, looking at the beetle emitting a faint phosphorescence, he always felt very familiar.

"Ouch!" The student catching the bug suddenly screamed, shaking his hand, and threw the white bug out.

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The worm slid a graceful arc through the air and landed in Thomas's open jar.

"This bug is poisonous!" The student's voice was full of panic: "My hand, I can't feel my hand!"

With the help of the white radiance cast by the fireflies above their heads, everyone could clearly see that the student's hand catching the bugs turned black and swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His finger was like a pickled cucumber, with crumpled bumps and patterns on the black sauce.

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

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

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

"Why use kerosene?" Assistant teacher Hilda quickly asked the question that everyone cared about.

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

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

But looking at the terrified eyes of the injured student, he couldn't keep himself silent.

"I've seen this kind of bugs in a research institute. Their outer shells are actually black-gray, but there are many small white fluffs growing on them. Because they eat carrion all year round, they emit phosphorescence."

There was an uneasy commotion from the crowd.

For people in Life's school, this kind of weird bug in the depths of the silent forest has always been rare. No one expected to see them in the depths of the campus.

Elder Verne nodded slightly.

Thomas lowered his head, glanced at Zheng Qing in surprise, then raised his head, and laughed at Hilda: "The student's reaction is faster than the teacher's... I wonder if someone will feel ashamed."

Hilda was stunned for a moment, and then laughed cheerfully: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, students are always better than blue."

While speaking, several students had already turned on the gas port of the wind lamp, poured out a bowl of black kerosene from it, and wiped the injured student's hands.

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

"Okay." The panic on the boy's face has not completely faded, and his tone is very excited: "I can move... I can feel the touch again."

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

"I know!" He exclaimed happily: "That kappa was eaten by these corpse beetles...'If you want to use smooth bone surfaces in experiments, this is an ideal tool'. "

He recalled what a certain doctor had said to him, and repeated them to these people in front of him.

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

He cleared his throat so everyone could hear him.

"Put on your buckskin gloves, get tweezers from Assistant Professor Thomas, and then go to the grass to catch these carnivorous beetles and put them in this jar."

Thomas raised his hand for own position.

In one hand he carried a sheepskin bag full of tools; in the other he held a huge jar. Now there is only one solitary beetle in the bottle, spinning along the bottle's foot.

"If you don't want your own hands to look like that classmate just now," Professor Yi's words paused here, his stern gaze swept over the young faces around him, and he raised his voice: "Then you must wear your own hands properly." Buckskin gloves!"

The surrounding patrol members responded neatly and loudly, waking up the tree sperm who had just squinted their eyes.

With a goal and good execution, the jar was soon filled with those gray-white corpse beetles.

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

Because of the distance, Zheng Qing couldn't hear what they were saying. But he could see that the old man Verne's expression was not very happy.

When it was all over, Professor Yi unified his voice for tonight's action:

"Remember, this was just an accident caused by some corpse-eating beetles that slipped into the campus... Since the kappa is still alive, there is no need to write additional patrol reports."

This wise decision sparked cheers from the audience.

No one cares about some minor anomalies that may still exist in this matter.

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

By the lakeside, the patrol members who hadn't finished their tasks looked at the old school worker eagerly, hoping that he would show mercy and let everyone go back to bed earlier.