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Professor Gao really has a lot to offer!

"Don't be in a hurry. Speak slowly."

"There are still five or six hours until dark."

"You have plenty of time."

I drank tea and listened to Gao Wenyuan's explanation.

"Although the teacher adopted my brother and I, we didn't really spend much time together."

"After the first grade of elementary school, my brother and I had separation surgery, and my brother was gone."

"After I recovered, I moved to another private primary school to study boarding. I could only meet with the teacher on weekends."

"Although our relationship is not a true father-son relationship, we will never forget the teacher's kindness to us."

I frowned and interrupted Gao Wenyuan.

"Get straight to the point!"

"Oh, okay." Gao Wenyuan sorted out his thoughts, "Let's talk about horror animation first."

"Actually, I have always had a feeling that after the incident of Miao Xiaohui falling from the building came out, he seemed to be very concerned about it."

"We don't usually communicate much, but that time, he asked us a lot of relevant questions."

"This is unprecedented. He picked us up from school."

"In the past, my brother and I were picked up and dropped off by nannies."

“I felt very honored and happy at the time.”

"So I'm very impressed with this."

I blew out a smoke ring.

"It turns out that Professor Gao started paying attention to that matter so early. It seems that he knew about the Soul Transferring Array at that time."

"Maybe, I haven't thought about it."

Gao Wenyuan was startled.

Then go on.

"The teacher didn't mention it for a long time after that."

"But two years ago, he suddenly asked about Miao Xiaohui again."

"I went to look around the school, but I didn't expect that he and his mother still lived on that street. When I came back, I told the teacher about the situation."

"Two days later, he brought me a disc and said it contained puzzle animations that could help Miao Xiaohui recover."

"Of course I didn't have any doubts and just did it."

I was slightly surprised: "You haven't read the content inside."

"No, I left after teaching them how to play the disc. Suddenly there was an emergency and the training center called me and asked me to go back quickly."

Gao Wenyuan shook his head.

"It seems that this is your teacher's arrangement. He doesn't want you to know the content." I smiled lightly.

"Let's talk about the soul-moving array."

"My brother and I underwent separation surgery. My brother died, but I survived. I was very sad at the time and had thoughts of committing suicide."

After many years, Gao Wenyuan still feels sad when he talks about this.

"It was the teacher who told me that my brother has not left. In fact, he has always been with me."

"Then he gave me a picture folder."

"Inside is a single portrait of my brother."

"The teacher said that my brother's soul is inside, and if the opportunity is right, he can be resurrected."

"I was still young at that time, and I never thought about whether there were ghosts in the world. As long as my brother was here, I would be fine."

"I put the picture folder on the bedside every night before I can fall asleep. I often dream about my brother."

"Dreaming about us playing in the park together."

"So, even if I grow up and receive a materialistic education, I still believe that my brother will come back one day."

"Over the years, I have worked hard to save money, just hoping that when my brother comes back, he can live a better life."

"I have enjoyed this life on earth for so many years, and it's his turn."

At this point, Gao Wenyuan stopped and took a breath.

"Finally, the day has come."

"The teacher asked me to return to Park Road Primary School with a picture folder."

"Then he told me how to transfer the soul."

"But I didn't expect that so many people would go back to school that day."

"The soul transfer was not successful either."

"On the contrary, my brother will never come back."

Gao Wenyuan lowered his head sadly.

"I don't know what the meaning of living is."

"Teacher, you are my only support."

"I want to take good care of the teacher until the day he leaves."

“In the end, I couldn’t even do this well.”

After listening to Gao Wenyuan's inner words, I didn't know how to comfort him.

Now it is certain that Professor Gao is deeply involved with Xiangongtang, and may even be a member of Xiangongtang.

To the outside world, Professor Gao may be a villain.

But for Gao Wenyuan, Professor Gao was an adoptive father who was kind to him.

This kind of kindness makes him never give up on the other party no matter what.

I put out the cigarette butt with a serious expression.

"Teacher Gao, you must be mentally prepared."

"Professor Gao is in deep water. I'm afraid I can't believe everything he said before."

"Whether he is really crazy or pretending to be crazy now is open to question."

Gao Wenyuan raised his head, looked at me blankly, and smiled bitterly.

"I hope it's fake madness, at least I don't have to worry so much."

I glanced at the second floor: "Whether it's true or false, there will always be a result."

I chatted with Gao Wenyuan in the living room all afternoon.

Time passed quickly.

Dusk falls.

Professor Gao was still sleeping deeply, with no sign of waking up.

Gao Wenyuan hoped that he would rest more, so of course he would not wake him up midway.

The nanny made dinner, and after we ate, she stayed outside the bedroom.

I suddenly discovered a very interesting phenomenon.

Professor Gao only painted Xuanwu paintings in the studio, and the other rooms in the villa were kept clean and tidy.

Does the studio have any special meaning to him?

"Teacher Gao, I suddenly remembered something. I'll go to the studio to have a look."

"Okay, if you find anything, you must tell me as soon as possible."

"rest assured."

I hurried to the studio and turned on the light.

The floor-to-ceiling windows, which originally provided good light and visibility, were filled with strange Xuanwu pictures.

Blocking the outside scenery, the room that should have been spacious seemed dark and depressing.

The Xuanwu pictures are densely layered and lifelike.

Countless pairs of bald eyes seemed to be looking at me indifferently.

"What do you stand for?"

I wandered around the studio, trying to avoid the bald face with my feet.

Not out of fear, but out of fear.

Although this bald head looks beautiful, it gives people an inexplicable cold feeling.

Is he a man or a woman? Does he represent one person or many people?

Or something else.

None of it is known.

Perhaps Professor Gao opened the gap to the truth.

Instead, I hope to see what he calls the arrival of Xuanwu.

then.

I should not recite the mantra in my heart and open my heavenly eyes.

Look around the entire studio.

I couldn't help but feel shocked.

No matter on the floor, walls, or windows, every Xuanwu picture is filled with thick black air.

"There is indeed a problem!"

I squinted my eyes and leaned closer to a Xuanwu picture.

I haven’t seen it too clearly yet.

A cold voice came from behind.

"Li Yunfeng, you are finally here!"

I looked back.

Professor Gao, in disheveled clothes, stood barefoot at the door.

A pair of red bloodshot eyes were looking at me coldly through the gray hair.