"Your story just now hasn't been finished." Uncle Zhong said.

The old man was a little embarrassed and coughed softly: "Well, don't tell the principal what I said, he will fire me. This is the secret of our school. I just said too much."

Li Damin said, don’t worry, old man, we are all from society, don’t you know about this?

The old man said, "That class of students is almost dead, and a strange thing has come out. I can work here because an old man on duty said he wouldn't do anything. That night he was in school and turned off the electricity, but a class was still on. He went over to check it out. It was okay if he didn't look at it. He was shocked. The class that came out was the class where the lights were dead. The whole class was wet and the whole classroom was filled with fog. He scared him so much that he almost had a heart attack. He quickly ran back to the communication room. The next day he told others that the news spread, and then he was fired by the principal, saying that he was traitorous and confusing the public and he would be held accountable. He said that he just didn't want to do it anymore. Even if the principal carried a sedan chair eight and came to ask him for one million a month, he wouldn't do it, and he wanted to live two more years..."

We looked at each other, but we didn't expect that this school had so many secrets and so many unjust souls.

The three of us came out of the communication room and were about to rest during the break. All the students in the school came out to let the air. We walked on the plastic track, and the pungent smell was so dizzy. The plastic emitted an extremely bad smell in the sun. It can be seen that these children were drooping, and there were few scenes of jokes and joking, and they all looked like wilted chickens.

They are the most lively and active age, but in a severely polluted environment, the vitality of youth seems to be wiped out.

We entered the teaching building and inquired, we arrived at the principal's office on the third floor. When we knocked on the door, the principal was watering flowers in the office. The office was large, with a floor-to-ceiling window with many plants, which looked spacious, bright, bright and charming. However, the office was so large that it was very empty, with only a huge desk in the middle and a few sofas placed against the wall.

Seeing us coming, the principal came over to shake hands. This was a middle-aged man in his early fifties. His hair was waxed and he was tidying up like a dog licking. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and had some literary popularity, but more of a kind of civilian atmosphere.

He looked us up and down, with doubts in his eyes, but there was no shortage of etiquette, so he let us sit on the sofa. He dragged over the chair and sat over, "Three, do you smoke?"

Uncle Zhong crossed his legs, staring at the principal with a trembling gaze.

The principal did not dare to look at him and chuckled: "My surname is Cao, what are the names of three?"

Uncle Zhong said, "My surname is Zhong, and I am the boss of Feng Shui Hall." He handed over the business card, and he didn't even want to introduce me and Li Damin at all, according to his meaning.

"Hello, hello." The principal respectfully said: "What does it mean to come here today?"

"Your school has a big problem," said Uncle Zhong. "Someone mentioned it to me, and I came from the city."

"Oh?" The principal blinked: "Who introduced me?"

"Don't ask whoever you want, someone will come to recognize you in the future." Uncle Zhong went vaguely: "I'm here to rush for favors, otherwise I won't come from the city in hot weather."

Although Principal Cao was very confused, he still chatted with us with the attitude of looking at it again. Uncle Zhong directly entered the topic: "I have seen the Feng Shui status of your school, which is not ideal, and I believe you have met other Feng Shui masters before, but the effect is not good."

Principal Cao sighed and said slowly: "It's not good. I took a lot of measures to listen to their opinions, and I felt it was getting worse and worse. The master named Chen asked me to rebuild the playground and lay a plastic track, saying that it was plastic to absorb yang energy. The playground was also a place for students to engage in activities. Cultivating yang energy can suppress the yin energy. I finally applied for funds from above and asked the construction team to renovate the playground, but you have also seen the effect. The smell of plastic has not dissipated for a long time. Not only the students complained, the teacher was not happy. He dared not open the windows in the summer, which seriously affected the quality of teaching..."

Speaking of this, he looked at us and said tentatively, "You are not sent by the higher authorities, are you?"

Uncle Zhong opened the bag and took out the compass, the talismans, some brushes and bottles: "I am in this business. If I am pretending to be a fake, how could my magic weapon be prepared so well?"

Principal Cao lit a cigarette and squinted at us: "What is your purpose? Let's spend two dollars?"

"We don't need money to come here," said Uncle Zhong: "One is because my friend asks me, and the other is that I have a friend's relative who is from your school. An accident happened, and I came to save her."

Principal Cao's eyes lit up and he put away his negligence.

I observed next to me that Uncle Zhong was very stylish in his words and affairs. He was a senior in the world. He couldn't even catch up with his aura. He just said this with great sincerity, which made Principal Cao feel in his heart.

The principal sighed and snatched the cigarette: "Master, you are a master. To be honest, the teaching building behind us has been abandoned for almost ten years. Because of that incident, the school has been in a state of peace. The school wants to demolish the teaching building, but as long as you do it, no matter whether it is day or night, there will definitely be supernatural phenomena. Once, a strong wind suddenly appeared for no reason, blowing away the iron walls around it, and then the wind stopped. You said it was evil. If the school had not been for the admission rate of the school, it would have been quite good, and I would have been a bare principal."

He smiled bitterly: "Since I came here to be the principal, my career has not been smooth, and my family has not allowed me to feel at ease. It is the unlucky Feng Shui here that makes me so unlucky."

I couldn't help but say, "What the hell is the matter you said? Did the bus from that class fall into the reservoir?"

Principal Cao looked bad: "That's all rumor. Some buses are just a small bun with four or five students on it. When they went out to play, they had a car accident. It was not that evil. These were all rumors made by those foolish people. I was not talking about this incident, it was earlier than this car accident. A big incident happened in the school. From that day on, nothing went smoothly."

Uncle Zhong asked what happened.

Principal Cao said: "Many years ago, a female classmate couldn't stand the criticism and education of the teacher, and then jumped off the building and committed suicide in a red dress."

We looked at each other, and I couldn't control my inner excitement and asked, "Is her name Chen Lun?"

Principal Cao looked bad, and slowly pulled out a cigarette, held it in his mouth for a long time without lit it, and said "Yes": "It should be called this name, you all know?"

Uncle Zhong said: "I came today to save her wronged soul. As long as she is saved, she will be able to leave this school. Once she leaves, you can demolish the old teaching building, open the Feng Shui eye and emit Yin Qi, and all the problems are solved. As for the plastic track, it is even simpler. You can use magic to renovate it with some environmentally friendly materials. All the problems in your school are one by one, and the most fundamental and most source problem is the ritual of the salvation of a girl named Chen Lun."

Principal Cao looked at Uncle Zhong, and Uncle Zhong looked at him, no one spoke for a while, and the silence and depression in the office were dead.

It took about two or three minutes, Principal Cao nodded: "You can be saved, but it must be carried out in secret, so it is not good to spread it."

"No problem." Uncle Zhong said: "Can you bring us to the scene first?"

Principal Cao squatted out the cigarette, "I can't go there anymore, I'll ask the office director to take you there."

He walked to the desk and called. Taking advantage of this time, Li Damin whispered: "Uncle Zhong, this Principal Cao seems to have something to do."

"There is something to do in this," said Uncle Zhong: "No one can escape the cycle of cause and effect."

"Uncle Zhong, when did you become the boss of Feng Shui Hall?" I asked.

Uncle Zhong smiled: "Opening an online store for my daughter is just my superficial work. I am indeed a consultant teacher at the Feng Shui Branch of the Municipal Yijing Research Association. This identity is not fake, so you can ask about it casually."

Li Damin and I looked at each other, and Li Damin said, "We have such an association in Jiangbei City? It is a specialist in studying the I Ching?"

"You two don't know much," Uncle Zhong said lightly: "Young, you still have to broaden your horizons."

At this time, someone knocked on the door in the office, and the principal shouted and came in. A middle-aged man with a white shirt and blue pants walked into the outside. When he saw the principal smiling, he said, "Principal, I'm here."

Principal Cao pointed at us: "Xiao Jin, take these three masters to the old teaching building to see. They are distinguished guests, so you can do whatever you want. Keep it for lunch. Report anything in time." After the explanation, he came over to apologize: "I will have a meeting in the town later, and I will lose my companion."

Uncle Zhong stood up and shook hands with him, staring at him tightly: "Principal, solving that girl's business is actually a solution to yours. I hope you can cooperate well and relieve this heartbreak."

Principal Cao couldn't understand it very much, so he forced a smile, said he could contact him by phone, and left first with his briefcase.

This director named Jin is really born to smile like a leader, and he doesn't smile or speak. He is so cute and cute at such an old age. He smiles very well: "Three, please come with me, I'll take you to see the old teaching building."
Chapter completed!