I Wish Mo All the Best

Qianmo pushed Ma Jingtian, and Ma Jingtian also saw it. He immediately cheered up and said something in a lower voice.

"Attention all groups, the target appears at point A!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flew out of the window!

fly! ! ! !

Qianmo saw a humanoid object "flying" down from the window. Even though she had guessed what was going on yesterday, she was still shocked when she saw it with her own eyes.

This is why police academy students have such courage. If other college students saw this scene, they might roll their eyes and faint.

"Junior sister, don't be afraid. We must be firm Marxist atheists and we must not believe in these feudal superstitions!" Ma Jingtian suppressed the fear in his heart, clenched the baton in his hand, and looked back -

The junior sister was as calm as ever and even tried to persuade him in turn.

"Senior brother, it would be better if your voice didn't tremble when you shouted slogans. Of course, considering your age, it would be good if you don't faint."

When Qianmo said this, he had already stood up, lowered his body and followed quickly.

Ma Jingtian was ashamed. It was a bit embarrassing to find out that he was afraid in front of girls.

In other words, is he timid, or is his junior sister too timid?

Being so calm, it would be a pity not to study forensic medicine.

Although Qianmo wanted to go over and see what kind of mechanism this "flight" scene had, she didn't have time to look at it right now. She followed Ma Jingtian with a baton, and Ma Jingtian moved forward in an S shape. Qianmo imitated his behavior. Followed by.

I saw that ghost figure flying out of the teaching building and then "flying" over the courtyard wall. This was very powerful. It was two meters and four meters high and it almost jumped over.

It's exactly the same as what Luo Duoduo said yesterday.

When Qianmo and Ma Jingtian chased after them, everyone passed by.

Ma Jingtian glanced at this height. He didn't believe it was haunted just now, but now he, a staunch supporter of materialism and atheism, was trembling a little.

This height is not too difficult for combat students like Ma Jingtian, but it also requires cooperation. Usually the tactical action is that one person holds it with his hands, and then another person steps over and stands on the wall to pull the person below. The two cooperate.

But that one just now...

Nima flew over! ! ! !

fly! ! ! !

Superman, Batman, are you on the wrong set?

"Junior sister, why don't you go back and I'll chase after you myself. If I... are unfortunate enough to be glorious, remember to tell my mother..." Ma Jingtian felt that this matter might be more complicated than everyone thought before.

"What are you thinking about? Ask me to come over quickly. If it's too late, you won't be able to catch up." Qianmo's psychological quality at this time was even stronger than Ma Jingtian's.

The two of them climbed over the wall together and tracked the "ghost" as quickly as possible. Since the other three groups of people were distributed in different directions, it would take some time to catch up.

Just like yesterday, the ghost left the school and went straight to the back mountain. Ma Jingtian and Qianmo were really strong, and they didn't appear like Luo Duoduo pretending to be sick yesterday. They chased into the mountain together.

The mountain wind blew the branches and swayed, which really made it feel a little bit swishing.

The mountain is neither high nor steep. There are no places of interest or specialties. There are few tourists and no tickets are required. Students from the police academy usually come here for training. It is said that Kongte comes here occasionally, but no one can see them. People will become invisible.

The police academy's heavy-duty cross-country and field survival classes were all completed in this mountain.

Ma Jingtian has also had the experience of training in the mountains at night, but at that time many classmates were together. It was the first time for him to take freshmen into the mountains. It was impossible to say that he was not nervous.

However, considering the courage and IQ of the girl he brought, Ma Jingtian suppressed his instinctive fear and rushed in.

Therefore, when you are with excellent people, you can only become better and better. Ma Jingtian broke through the psychological barrier and led Qianmo into the mountains.

Soon after, the school’s instructors discovered an interesting phenomenon. The overall performance of the team with the presence of the goddess of silence would be greatly improved. From the day when they went into the mountains alone to catch ghosts, the legend of the female war goddess destined to become a myth was about to be written from now on. ,This is something.

The two of them walked along the prescribed route. Suddenly, Qianmo felt a strange frizzy feeling. When she turned around, there was nothing.

Qianmo calmed down. For some reason, she always felt like there was someone behind her.

She felt this way yesterday.

After walking a little further, the frizzy feeling came out again, and Qianmo looked back again.

The two people's feet made a slight sound on the mountain road. In the forest at night, fear would be magnified many times.

There are no tracking ghosts yet. Ma Jingtian clenched his baton and kept swallowing his saliva. An instinctive fear spread in his heart. There were always strange bird calls all around, like a curse from the messenger of hell...

Seeing Qianmo keep turning around, Ma Jingtian thought Qianmo was scared.

In addition to strict training, the police academy also specializes in straight men. In order to appease his junior sisters, Ma Jingtian suddenly thought of a joke that could ease the fearful atmosphere at this time.

"Junior sister, are you scared? Don't be scared. I'll tell you a fun legend. People in my hometown say that when people walk at night, there will be two lamps on their shoulders. If you turn your head to the left, one of them will be extinguished. Lamp, you turn back to the right and turn off another lamp... When both lamps appear, the ghost will take away your soul."

Qianmo's attention was focused on the frizzy feeling behind her. Just when Ma Jingtian said this, she changed the direction and looked back.

"The two lights on your shoulders have gone out." The straight man said stupidly.

If Qianmo was given the choice, next time she would rather clear the dungeon by herself rather than team up with a straight man.

This is probably what the so-called pig teammate means. Not only does it not alleviate the fear, but it is stabbed in the back. Fortunately, Qianmo is mature and mature. If it were another girl, she might just kick this guy to the bottom of the mountain, which is really embarrassing.

The cold wind blew by, and Ma Jingtian probably realized that he had made a mistake, so he laughed twice.

"Junior sister, don't take it seriously. These are feudal superstitions and are not reliable at all. You are just joking."

"It doesn't matter. Senior brother, I also want to think about something. Some time ago in my hometown, there was a rumor that a mysterious old lady appeared late at night..."

Ma Jingtian was looking for clues while listening to Qianmo's talk. Although Qianmo studied science, his writing skills were not weak. He talked about things vividly, with details and content, making it easy for people to listen.

"The old lady always walks on the dark road and quietly asks passers-by, what color do you think my hands are? When passers-by take a closer look, they see ten purple fingers, which is eerie and scary."

Ma Jingtian felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard it. This story is so... so exciting.

A characteristic of horror stories is that they make people want to continue listening even though they are scared. When Qianmo stopped talking at the critical moment, Ma Jingtian stopped and looked at her, wanting to ask why she stopped talking.

Suddenly Qianmo quickly stretched out her hand and put it in front of his eyes, and suddenly raised her voice.

"Look at the color of my hands!"

Today’s excellent update is just like this, and tomorrow it will still be a domineering 8,000-word update. With such an awesome update, I can finally be invincible and confidently ask for praise!