The lights in the gymnasium went out again, and the background music slowly rang. The students were a little puzzled - because I had agreed earlier that all the girls went up to make the background wall together, and everyone was wearing uniform clothes for a long time to rehearse. Why didn't they use it this time?

Liu Meng and Chen Xi ran out to the publication in embarrassment, "Let's enjoy the stage play."

The students were waiting in confusion, and then they heard the background music becoming clearer. It was the strange howling wind and the gentle sound of the bell, which seemed very depressing.

The sound of the bell seems to have a certain sense of rhythm, similar to the bell ringing of an old-fashioned church.

Everyone was slightly stunned. Many students lived locally and lived here for quite some time, so they always felt that the bell sounded familiar.

At this time, the chase light fell, and there was already someone standing there on the dark stage.

After everyone saw it clearly, many girls covered their mouths and held back their screams. However, the whispering sounded still... Even many boys praised that the person on the stage was so beautiful.

At this time, there was only a light blue chasing light on the stage and an iron lamppost. Zhan Zhao was wearing a close-fitting black suit, which looked very slender. He leaned on the lamppost casually, with his hands in his pockets, which was very casual. Zhan Zhao himself had a gentle spirit, and he controlled the black formal attire best, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

In the audience, Bai Chi opened his eyes wide and looked at him. Ma Xin excitedly grabbed his arm and swayed, "So handsome, so handsome!"

In a corner not far away, Bai Jintang, who had sneaked in at some time, raised his legs and asked Gongsun, who was watching with relish, with some confusion, "What kind of drama is this?"

But Gongsun didn't think about this. He was not watching Zhan Zhao on the stage, but instead raised his face, tilted his head slightly, frowned and thought.

"What's wrong?" Bai Jintang looked at him.

"Well... I think the bell is so familiar." Gongsun frowned, "Where did I hear it?"

Bai Jintang suddenly laughed softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Gongsun looked at him in confusion.

Bai Jintang reached out and took out a lighter in his pocket and showed it to Gongsun.

Gongsun frowned, not understanding what he wanted to explain.

Bai Jintang stretched out a finger, gently flicked the metal surface of the lighter with his fingernail, and made a slight "clang".

Gongsun blinked and continued to not understand what he was going to explain.

Bai Jintang put away the lighter, only his fingers stayed in the air, and made the action of firing the lighter just now, looking at Gongsun, "What did you hear?"

Gongsun knew that he hadn't heard anything, but he also understood what Bai Jintang wanted to express - the so-called learning from one example. Although Gongsun usually doesn't like to show off his high IQ, he will not remember the basic dictionary in one breath like Bai Chi, but if he doesn't do it, it doesn't mean he can't do it. Gongsun, the three monsters in the police station, is famous.

It only took about three seconds to connect. Gongsun looked up at Bai Jintang, "Has Zhao Jue hinted to us before?"

Bai Jintang raised the corner of his mouth, reached out and gently supported Gongsun's head, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, and said in a low voice, "You are even sexy in your brain cells!"

Gongsun smiled but said nothing. He understood the mystery of the bell. He believed that Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang must have understood it too, so Zhan Zhao appeared on the stage in such a style. He was cooperating with Zhao Jue to sing this play.

Under the stage, Zhao Jue narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sly light appeared in his eyes.

Beside him, Bai Yutang walked over with his cloak and stood beside him, ready to go on stage at any time. Unlike all the previous rehearsals, he did not come from the backstage, but from the side directly.

Zhao Jue held his chin with one hand, stared at Zhan Zhao on the stage with his eyes intently, and whispered to Bai Yutang beside him, "Have you ever planted flowers?"

Bai Yutang didn't make any noise.

"The most wonderful thing in this world is to watch a small sapling that I have cultivated with my own hands to grow into a towering tree."

Bai Yutang laughed dryly.

"Do you have any objections?" Zhao Jue turned his face to look at him.

"The saplings will also grow into towering trees without cultivating them." Bai Yutang looked as usual and looked at Zhao Jue, "The variety of the tree itself is more important. What you are really proud of is that the tree grows faster and better than you imagined."

Zhao Jue lay on the stage and smiled dullly, pointing his finger at Bai Yutang's cheek, "It seems like it!"

Bai Yutang shook his head and avoided his fingers, and looked at the dense stands in the dark... Is this what Bai Ye said, bloodline? At this time, he became extremely sensitive, and could even hear different breathing sounds. The direction of danger lurking is like opening up the five senses again. Is it from this magical hint?

Upstairs, Ma Han turned off the lights, leaned against the back of the billboard to wipe his sweat, looked at the ceiling, and gently adjusted his breathing.

Zhao Hu was also very nervous, thinking that Ma Han was more tiring to shoot a flashlight than shooting.

Bai Ye sat behind the billboard, dismantling his own □□ and reorganizing it with the melodious sound of bells.

Ma Han suddenly lowered his head, looked at the gun in his hand, and asked calmly, "You want to kill someone?"

"To be precise, I want to arrest people, of course, I will kill people when necessary." Bai Ye took a deep breath, "The smell of tobacco."

Zhao Hu frowned and sniffed, "Does it smell?"

Bai Ye just smiled, the kind of smile between Bai Jintang and Bai Yutang, and also brought some vicissitudes of life that neither of them had.

"Some..." Ma Han nodded, "and the sound of the lighter and the color of the flame."

Zhao Hu was confused when he heard this, thinking that Brother Ma was too nervous and had hallucinations or something?

Bai Ye looked at Ma Han, "You are really talented, no wonder Eleven said you are the successor."

Ma Han frowned, "I don't care."

Bai Ye smiled and leaned over and asked, "But, you still have shortcomings."

Ma Han looked at him.

"It's not enough to see the color." Bai Ye said a strange thing, pointing to his nose, "and you have to ask about the smell, which can tell the corruption of the corpse and the exciting murderous aura."

...

In the audience, Bai Chi watched Zhan Zhao raise his hand gently and took out a bullet from his pocket. The surface of the copper shell was extremely smooth, and spots were reflected under strong light.

Bai Chi inexplicably smelled a scent of gunpowder, scratched his head... and his hand was gently pressed.

Bai Chi looked up and Zhao Zhen, who had suddenly disappeared just now, came back.

"Where have you been?" Bai Chi asked him.

"I made a human background." Zhao Zhen smiled slightly, and when he saw Bai Chi frowning, he asked, "What? I feel uncomfortable?"

"No." Bai Chi pointed to his nose, "I smelled a strange smell, like gunpowder."

Zhao Zhen gave him a mint candy, "Be careful, Zhan Zhao's magic has become no worse than mine. Your surname is Bai, and it has some influence."

"Ha?" Bai Chi blinked.

"What's more, there is Zhao Jue." Zhao Zhen pointed to his eyes helplessly, "If I can confuse people's eyes, then they can confuse people's hearts, especially those of people with the surname Bai.

Bai Chi frowned, and the strong stimulating smell of peppermint dispelled the smell of gunpowder. Could it be... it was some hint?

At this time, he also noticed that the people around him suddenly became quiet, and the auditorium was silent, leaving only the buzzing sound of wind and familiar bells.

Gongsun reached out, gently stroked Bai Jintang's neck, pulled him over and leaned against his shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Don't feel comfortable?"

Bai Jintang smiled faintly, "I feel a little disgusting."

"Is there?" Gongsun teased him, "How many months have you been?"

Bai Jintang laughed and suppressed the disgusting smell - the odor of corrupt corpse and the exciting murderous intent. Today, the auditorium was full of demons dancing around, which was really uncomfortable.

On the stage, Zhan Zhao gently fiddled with the bullet in his hand and slowly spoke, "This is a story about bullets."

Everyone stared at Zhan Zhao on the stage intently, as if waiting for him to tell this story.

Zhan Zhao suddenly stretched out his hands slowly. In the audience, Bai Chi heard Zhao Zhen snap his fingers gently... With a snap, a huge, radiant cross appeared on the background board of the stage.

The sudden brightness in the darkness, golden color, like the brilliance of the sun, and the shape of the cross has an indescribable sense of sacredness. The light is similar to the moving sunlight, extending obliquely until a golden cross reflection appears in the entire audience.

The students could not understand how the cross background was formed, so three-dimensional and real, just like the stage background was suddenly opened so many holes, and the sunlight shone in... However, everyone knew that this was impossible because it was night.

Bai Chi asked Zhao Zhen in a low voice, "What did you do? It seems to be a 3D effect."

Zhao Zhen slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "Zhao Jue ordered that if you need sunlight, I will give it to him."

Bai Chi looked at him with admiration, "So amazing!"

Zhao Zhen was very helpful and rubbed his hair and couldn't let go of it. By the way, he stuffed a peppermint candy into his mouth to avoid any discomfort.

Zhan Zhao walked to the cross with his hands behind his back and asked, "What do you think of when you see the cross?"

Zhan Zhao is not nervous about the crowd. He has been a lecturer in college and is at ease with thousands of top psychology experts in the world, let alone such a few students.

"God."

"Hospital."

"Red Cross."

"Xuefulai."

...

The answers were varied, and the students were also very excited, and their emotions seemed to be mobilized by Zhan Zhao.

"I want me to say it's a grave." Zhan Zhao smiled. His skin was already very white. Under the golden sunlight, the outline of his face became extremely soft, with only bright eyes and slightly curved corners of his mouth, which stunningly stunning.

"Wow..." Ma Xin asked Luo Tian with her heart, "Dr. Zhan seems to be about to grow wings."

"Ah?" Luo Tian didn't understand.

"Well... don't you think his facial features are very kind, and he has never hurt anyone before?" Ma Xin didn't know what he was talking about.

Luo Tian did not understand, but his and Zhan Zhao's thinking was extremely unified. As soon as the golden cross appeared, it swept across the audience. The elongated setting sun outlined a beautiful scene but could not make him think of any so-called sacredness. On the contrary, the first thought that flashed through his head was - death, grave!

"This place." Zhan Zhao continued to stretch out his hand, pointed to the ground under his feet, and asked all the students, "Do you know where it is?"

Everyone looked at each other, "It's school."
To be continued...