"Very vomit...cough cough..."

Dr. Kyujo lay next to the washbasin in the anatomy room, vomiting continuously, and his stomach felt like he was burning.

The white light lifting hanger in my hand is dim and can no longer be used within three days.

Her doll of letters is dead.

The Frankenstein doll is like a remote control car. If you want to recycle it, you have to come back to the user on a physical level.

Forced separation can only be achieved through death.

...

Oda didn't know what crazy he was going crazy. He probably summoned a terrifying and weird thing like those believers in the textile factory.

Dr. Kujo was trying her best to escape, but she couldn't escape. In just a blink of an eye, she was twisted by the crying angel statue.

Although he died once, Doctor Kujo vaguely noticed some of the movements of the crying angel through a brief escape.

When you look at it yourself, it won't move.

It will move only when you don't look at it.

She had tried to rely on this rule to deal with it, but in the end she was caught in the dark theater where the switch was pulled.

The cell phone she took the photo also fell into the tram theater and couldn't take it out as the doll died.

...

Fortunately, it was a doll.

If it were her, her life would be gone.

Praise the Lord of God, praise the great existence of the deep sea, praise Mr. Truth...

Doctor Kujo put on a small ceremony and whispered praise and prayed.

This is a daily habit of maintaining relationships with mystery.

Su Qi could vaguely sense it. Although he could not know the specific content, he could sense the call.

The ritual formation was designed by him, which was equivalent to a radio frequency, and he could receive signals of the corresponding frequency.

However, the ceremony cannot be like a shrine, and can clearly listen to the prayer's requests.

...

Doctor Kujo has no puppet available for three days now, and her phone cannot be retrieved, and she will not take risks.

She would never approach the tram theater, where there was a monster who liked to twist people's necks.

The question is, will this thing come out?

Who should I ask for to solve it?

Call the police? Is this considered a violation of the secret exchange rules with Mr. Truth?

Will anyone believe it if you say it?

Or pretend not to know? Then...

The uninformed person entered the tram theater without any warning, and his neck was broken, and he might even let the crying angel run out.

Doctor Jiujo thought for a moment, picked up a pen and wrote a letter and took it with him, got up and came out of the anatomy classroom.

...

late at night.

In the dark tram theater, a rat-headed student who appeared from nowhere met the crying angel.

After a moment of confrontation, he disappeared.

Unable to observe, the angel returned to wander.

At the same time, a little mouse carrying a white light hanger quickly ran out of the theater.

...

the next day.

Su Qi was woken up by Andersen's phone call in the morning.

"Did you check the tram theater files?"

Tram Theater?

Su Qi was stunned.

"What? What happened?"

"Have you read yesterday's news? News about the death of the actor who played the King."

"That Macbeth's curse? I saw it."

"What happened again today."

"What happened again?"

Su Qi searched the Internet for news.

"I didn't find the news."

"The police received a letter from a mysterious man and acted in advance to block the scene."

Su Qi thought for a moment and asked:

"Which one is the key, the mysterious man? Or the tram theater?"

“Both are the key points.”

"You come to Black Gate Club in the afternoon, and I will tell you in detail."

"OK."

Su Qi agreed, but at the same time he was confused.

He had visited Macbeth's ghosts and gods, but it was still early to float up.

Jiutou and White Rat, two mysterious sects who are infiltrated... No, one person and one rat, how come it makes so many noises?

After the Mysterious Hall gathered last week, accidents began to happen this week.

...

During the day, Su Qi also tried to find news about tram theaters online, wanting to know what happened.

But there was no result, and it seemed that the news was blocked very closely.

At noon, the little white mouse that had not been seen for a few days appeared in the shrine, and I don’t know where it went a few days ago.

"cottage cheese……"

Still a familiar simple appeal.

...

In the afternoon, school is approaching.

The teacher in this hall knocked on the blackboard and said:

"Next week's midterm test, remember to review well when you go back. Students who fail the exam will not be allowed to participate in this year's cultural festival."

"On Tang San, so harsh..."

"You have to call this teacher."

"Teacher, you won't like us."

"So you have to work hard, and this teacher is looking forward to you."

The teacher in this hall spread his hands, leaving the poor students in the field of mourning.

Su Qi was not worried about the exam. Originally, Su Qi's grades were always very good, and he did not slacken after traveling through time.

However, Su Qi remembers that he seemed to have to...

"Qijun, let's hold a study meeting this week!"

After class, Sayah ran over, pressed his hand on his homework book, and said with great enthusiasm.

That's right, Sayya, a childhood sweetheart who grew up with her childhood, is not good at studying. For several years, he has to ask him to take tutoring before every exam and go to his home for a study meeting.

The problem is so big... Su Qi felt guilty.

If this was given to ordinary cute girls so free, he would never have hesitated in the past.

The problem is, in Su Qi's eyes, he is a ghost who turns around every day!

What to do, what to do... Can you refuse?

Su Qi was struggling inside, and he was lucky.

However, before he could answer, another voice inserted in.
To be continued...