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The faint cold light of the computer screen shone on Ding Yuan's face, and several investigators in the principal's office moved forward to separate Ding Yuan from his assistant.

Without any communication, with just a glance from Li Xiu, the former comrade silently touched the knife hidden under his clothes. Everything was planned in advance.

The sharp knife was slowly raised in the darkness. Li Xiu raised the corners of his mouth and stared at Ding Yuan's most vulnerable neck: "Old Ding, you should change your temper."

"Bang!"

Before the blade fell, the door to the principal's office was suddenly thrown open by a force, and a shadow quickly flashed past.

"Someone is outside!" Ding Yuan's assistant shouted loudly. Sensing something was wrong, he pushed aside other investigators, dragged Ding Yuan and ran outside.

"The office building was also invaded by ghosts?"

"Go out and have a look!"

The investigators ran out of the principal's office, and the dark figure stood at the corner of the corridor, as if waiting for them on purpose.

"Chase!"

The investigators wearing teacher's certificates dispersed in the office building. Ding Yuan chased them for a long time, and finally he was the only one left.

Stopping in place, Ding Yuan was experienced. He seemed to have a premonition of something and stopped taking a step forward: "The darkness has changed. Stop hiding. I know you are here."

"You are very sensitive to ghosts, but too careless about people." Gao Ming walked out of the corner behind Ding Yuan. Ding Yuan focused all his attention on the darkness where the big dog was hiding, ignoring his side.

"Student? No..." Ding Yuan gently touched the black ring: "You seem to be a citizen who was accidentally involved in an abnormal incident, but your behavior is completely different from ordinary people."

"Maybe it's because I have strong adaptability." Gao Ming extended his hand to Ding Yuan: "My name is Gao Ming, an intern investigator at the Lishan Investigation Bureau."

After hesitating for a moment, Ding Yuan took Gao Ming's hand and said, "Director of the Eastern District Investigation Bureau's Ring Gate Investigation Department—Ding Yuan."

"Don't you doubt me?" Gao Ming was proficient in facial expression psychology. He could tell that Ding Yuan had no ill intentions towards him, but was just wary and doubtful.

"Just now in the principal's office, I saw Li Xiu's knife, but it was too late by then. I deliberately argued with Situ An to create an opportunity for the assistant to leave. I didn't expect that you saved me and my assistant in the end." Ding I wish to let go of my hand: "I am very sensitive to ghosts, and I am also very sensitive to people. This abnormal incident in the school is twisted from the root. We must escape as soon as possible, convey information to the outside world, seal off the surrounding area, and we must not let the General Administration continue to dispatch Investigators come in!”

"What happened in the school?" Gao Ming had never dealt with Ding Yuan before. He only knew that Ding Yuan was killed by Li Xiu a long time ago.

"There is something wrong with Situ An, the acting director of the Eastern District. This abnormal incident is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster!" Ding Yuan was very sure: "I received the transfer order two days ago and rushed into Hende Private Academy. At that time, there was only one class in the school. Some students had hallucinations, saying that there was a person hanging above every seat in Class 13, and that fifty-one seats corresponded to fifty-one dead people."

"A dead man hanging above every seat?"

"Yes, as the investigation deepened, we found that the files in the school did not match the number of students at school. Deep in the laboratory building, we also found a large number of gray-haired old people. Situ An explained that those were from nursing homes. Old people, come here to experience the life of your youth. This is also a way of treatment. But after comparison, we discovered an amazing fact." Ding Yuan looked serious: "Those old people were students of Hande Private Academy. He is an orphan adopted by Situ An."

"Hunde Private College was established less than 20 years ago. In other words, adolescent students quickly aged into old people in more than ten years." After Gao Ming entered the school, he had not been to the laboratory building.

"Situ An has been conducting some unknown experiment at Hande Private Academy. If it hadn't been for this abnormal incident, his secret would never have been discovered. That guy's disguise was so perfect that the entire Hanhai felt He is a kind man." Ding Yuan wanted to investigate Situ An, which may be the reason why he was killed: "How many investigators are there in your group? Are they all students?"

"I'm the only one." Gao Ming told him about the class reunion. When Ding Yuan heard that it was Zhuo Jun who invited Gao Ming, his expression became even uglier.

"The Queen's Investigation Bureau was completely wiped out some time ago. The new director promoted by Situ An is Zhuo Jun. That kid looks silly and silly, but he is actually very poisonous." Ding Yuan seemed to suddenly think of something: "You said your high school Are you from Class 13?"

"Well, some students in our class have been replaced by ghosts, and the situation is not optimistic now."

"This is not the place to talk. You come with me first." Ding Yuan ran along the corridor of the office building. He led Gao Ming and hid in the office of the third grade group.

Without turning on the lights, Ding Yuan seemed to have memorized the placement of all items, avoiding tables, chairs and benches, and opened the filing cabinet at the back of the office.

He took out the lighter, and the weak flame dispelled the darkness. The filing cabinet was filled with various materials, the most eye-catching of which was a campus map.

There are nine buildings in this school, with the teaching building as the center, like a Bagua upside down on the ground.

Each building is marked with a different color and number, many of which have been modified multiple times.

"Can you understand?" Ding Yuan pointed to the numbers on the campus map.

"The color represents the level of danger? The number is the number of ghosts?"

"Smart, your director has found a treasure." Ding Yuan slid his finger: "As long as a ghost appears, it is a level three abnormal event, but do you know how the level four abnormal events are divided?"

"According to the number of ghosts?" In Gao Ming's memory, a level 4 abnormal event was already considered a regional disaster.

"To be precise, they are distinguished according to the disaster-stricken buildings. The ghosts are concentrated in one room, and the number of ghosts does not exceed three. Such a building is called a resentment house, and the danger level is between level three and level four; independent A house or a unit that is full of ghosts is called a haunted house; if there are several units in a community and the whole building has problems, it is called a haunted house; and the situation we are encountering now..." Ding Yuan will complete the whole building. The film circled the campus: "It's called a place of death."

"Death situation is also called desperate situation. It has its own rules. Only by following its rules can you survive. It is precisely because of this that I followed Situ An's arrangement and led my subordinates to become school teachers. But later I realized that something was wrong. ." A trace of anger flashed in Ding Yuan's eyes: "This death state seems to have been fed alive by Situ An!"

"I don't quite understand what you mean." The last time Gao Ming saw Situ An, he fought with him for the Flesh Fairy in the Surabaya apartment. As the Flesh Fairy was eaten by him, Situ An seemed to have tossed out other things. Even more incredible.

"Situ An seemed to have encountered something a long time ago, and his destiny began to change from that moment on. He helped the unknown thing grow little by little, and spent decades feeding it from unknown to ghost. , and with it as the core, he gradually cultivated the Resentment House into a realm of death!" When Ding Yuan said this, his pupils were beating: "That lunatic is now preparing to merge himself with this realm of death. He wants to He must use us so that he can become the rule maker of the death realm."