Chapter 114 New supernatural events are happening (13)

Of course there will be many students in the junior high school teaching building in the morning.

However, the approaching school time will tie them to the classroom, allowing the black-haired horse girl who doesn't like to be watched to 'work' normally.

Dispelling rumors of hauntings - this is tailor-made for top students in the spirit-spelling department.

However, the premise of ‘destruction’ must be that it has never happened.

"There are signs of spiritual activity... traces of spiritual beings."

The man with a deep voice looked at the scene in the corridor, his dark golden eyes surrounding him with a radiant light.

Anyone who sees her appearance at this moment will feel a "weird" and inhuman feeling. Her hazy temperament, which is clearly standing here but seems to be gone with the wind at any time, also makes her look like a ghost at this moment.

When top students in séance communicate with souls, they will inevitably bring some of the characteristics of the soul. This relatively common sense of weirdness is also one of the manifestations of this system.

But this is not a problem for the well-informed Li Dongliu leader.

All she cares about is the meaning of the other person's words.

"Does that mean it's really haunted?"

Although there is little research on the soul in "Spirit Son Traces", the concept of "spirit son" can be regarded as a common sense term in enlightenment readings.

The basic concepts that make up the soul, its traces are to the soul like the fingerprints left by a prisoner.

But after she asked this question, she heard a slightly uncertain response from the seance school girl: "I... still need to confirm..."

"Okay." The dormitory leader nodded.

Mancheng Tea House is a student of Miura House, and Lidong House Director Fuji Kiseki is not familiar with him. However, after listening to Ryo Amazon's firmness in recommending him, she was willing to trust her colleagues, so she was patient.

But there's really nothing to confirm.

For students of séance, identifying the distribution of strange spirits in the air is the basis of the basics. Manchester Tea House is absolutely convinced that there have been spiritual activities here recently, but when she began to identify the spirits more carefully,

Trajectory, when trying to recreate the scene at that time...

——She discovered that the traces of the spirit child were actually very familiar.

It was so familiar that she glanced at her side subconsciously.

——There is nothing there.

But this is also reasonable.

Whoever the 'friend' wants to see can see her, but if she doesn't intend to show up, even the teahouse itself won't be able to detect her presence.

Manchester City Tea House has never understood this ‘friend’ who appeared next to him during the first seance ceremony in his life.

I just know that she is very kind to me, cares about me, and looks very similar to me.

But there is a saying in the professional knowledge she learned in class, that is: the image of the spirit summoned by the ritual will change within a certain range according to the type of spirit.

Assume that what was summoned was just a low-level wild spirit wandering on the spiritual land. This level of spirit is just the remnants of emotion and will, which are aggregated into a spiritual body by the magic power of the spiritual land.

Without its own personality, its image comes either from imitation or representation.

The ritual itself will give them abilities that low-level spirits should not have, but it will not improve their intelligence, let alone make their fragmented consciousness clear.

‘Friends’ are definitely not low-level spirits.

She should be a higher-level being, similar to an 'evil spirit, elf, heroic spirit or even a god'.

It is not surprising that such a being manifests a highly consistent appearance with the ritual architect.

Therefore, Manchester City Teahouse did not pay attention to the fact that the other party's appearance was highly similar to his own.

To her, a 'friend' is a friend, her best 'friend' who can share all her stories and moods, chat with her, comfort herself and protect her.

But 'friends' would occasionally disappear and do something she didn't know about.

In those times, it will be like now.

She used the method of communicating with spirits and tried to ask her 'friend' what she thought, but found that there was no feedback as expected from the catalyst connection.

'Friend'...isn't here.

"Azaza-san? Azaza-san? Azaza-san, are you okay?"

During the opening ceremony of the Manchester City Teahouse, from the perspective of others, it looked like she was in a daze. After Fujikishi waited for a while, he still couldn't help but wake her up.

When the latter came back to his senses and looked at her, she asked: "Is there any result? Is the ghost still there?"

Although he doesn't care much about ghosts or anything like that, the dormitory leader still wants to resolve this rumor as soon as possible that can easily affect the students' psychology.

"No...just some remnants of the spirit from the past," the Manchester Tea House shook her head. She was already a bit taciturn and would be surprisingly persuasive as long as she kept calm when it came to lying. "Perhaps you need to go to other places to look."

"okay."

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At the same time, in the empty classroom on the third floor of the high school teaching building, Omo, who was supposed to be taking a break, heard the conversation in the corridor with his keen hearing.

"Is that a classmate from Manchester City Tea House? I've seen him in the corridor of the junior high school before. He can actually catch up with me when I step on the spot and run at full speed. It's really amazing!"

"Manchester Tea House? I always feel that something is different..."

"It's quite strange. When I greeted her, she just smiled and nodded. Although Teaza-san doesn't talk much, it's not that bad, right?"

"Perhaps it's because I drank some kind of Eri Souko medicine that I can't speak easily. I heard that Miura Bourbon was like that because of Eri Soko."

"What kind of rumor is this? Miura Bourbon has been like this before, right?"

The girl who sounded like she had been in contact with Bourbon briefly refuted the rumor, and then created a new rumor: "But the medicine that can't be said is indeed possible. I heard that Arisuko will also find inspiration from legends."

"Haha, mermaid story, are you saying, okay, class is really about to start, we have to go faster!"

The sound followed the footsteps from near to far, allowing Omer to further confirm that Treson's teaching building did not pursue sound insulation.

I don’t know how many horse girls can concentrate on something with their sensitive hearing.

Probably his self-regulation ability is really good. I remember that Omer mentioned this in an interview in a magazine. It's like he himself knows how to adjust his hearing freely. He can listen to all directions when he needs it, but he still tries his best when he doesn't.

Passivate some.

To avoid having a mental breakdown due to the noise while rushing to a discount supermarket with a group of people.

But even if he usually chooses to be more passive, he can still hear footsteps approaching at this moment.

The shoes were consistent with the Teresin school uniform. Judging from the stride length, he should be a girl about 1.5 meters tall and weighing about 15. Omer thought of the words of the girls just now and relaxed slightly when he heard the knock on the door.

"Cazao-san? Please come in."

Raising his head slightly from the recliner, Omer looked at the black-haired girl who pushed in the door. The smile on his face suddenly turned into surprise, and his eyes, which were beginning to be stained with blood, narrowed slightly.

"Do you still have this side?"

The girl who turned around and closed the classroom door after entering the classroom, whether from the front or the back, looks like she is from the Manchester Tea House - provided that you don't pay attention to the more cheerful demeanor of the other party, and pay attention to her

The slower rhythm makes the door closing action more rapid, and the way the other person looks at him when he turns around.

That serious and scrutinizing look was hard to see in the eyes of the well-behaved but somewhat dull Manchester City Teahouse. Instead, it reminded him of another existence he had just come into contact with last night.

Quiet Sunday.

At this moment, her figure has grown a little, and the solid-colored black hair on her forehead has begun to show white marks, which is consistent with her appearance yesterday.

Even the slightly unkind tone was the same.

"Aren't you the same? You're lying here so sickly that you can't even get in, right?"

Worri, despite the severe epidemic situation in Chengdu, a marathon with tens of thousands of people was held... That’s it. I am no longer in a hurry to move. I will postpone it for a month, otherwise it will be inconvenient to go out.
Chapter completed!