After seeing the small green-yellow flower in Zheng Qing's hand, Professor Li simply explored the place where the incident occurred and quickly made this decision. However, he did not announce the closure of the garden in front of the young wizards.
He decided to just tell everyone that today's punitive work was over, and then kicked everyone out of Baicao Garden.
And the old man Stendhal had no objection to this.
Immediately afterwards, the school working committee dispatched a more professional work team and many wizards in black robes to take over the work of Zheng Qing and others and stationed in the garden. They also opened colorful and layered enchantments to surround the garden.
Completely isolated from the outside world.
This is also one of the main reasons why Zheng Qing judged that Baicao Garden was closed.
With the Baicao Garden closed, the investigation into the mystery of the missing bees naturally came to an end.
As for the green and yellow flower bones, they were immediately taken away by Professor Li Qihuang. Not only that, as a 'flower picker', Zheng Qing also picked up flowers next to the garden under the arrangement and supervision of the professor.
I stayed in the temporary office for a long time and washed my hands with several liquids of different colors.
Zheng Qing felt like he had washed off more than one layer of skin.
Other wizards or school janitors who had worked in Baicao Garden did not have much ease. Although they did not undergo cleaning with magic potions like Zheng Qing, they were repeatedly 'disinfected' before being released.
Zheng Qing was the last student to leave.
It was already afternoon class time, and Zheng Qing's hands were still numb and discolored under the stimulation of the potion. The same feeling of 'numbness' was also felt in his mood.
Young wizards always have the unlucky feeling of being bitten by a werewolf.
When we arrived at class, it was already the second half of the practical class. Assistant teacher Hilda looked at the young wizard with an incomprehensible look and didn't say anything more. She just arranged for him to start doing class exercises.
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Because he was absent from half of the class, Zheng Qing behaved very honestly and actively in the remaining time. It was not until the end of get out of class that he had the opportunity to discuss what happened at noon with his classmates.
"So, you don't know what kind of flower it is, right?" The public-funded student looked away from Dr. Xiao, shook his hand, and said sadly: "The hair on my hands has been washed away.
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After class, he described in detail what he had experienced at noon to the gathered companions. He also focused on the image and color of the flower, hoping that Xiao Xiao could discover something from it.
It's a pity that Dr. Xiao's title of "Doctor" is just a joke among classmates.
"You only told me the color and size of the flower, but you couldn't even describe the shape of the flower. How could I possibly tell what kind of flower it was based on such vague conditions?"
Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and sneered at the remarks of the public-funded students.
"I can only be sure that that flower is not a Penglai banana flower," Zheng Qing thought for a while and added: "And I checked carefully later and found that there was no plant with such a flower inside. It was as if the flower appeared out of thin air.
The same."
"Appeared out of thin air?" Xiao Xiao pressed the notebook in his arms, as if he had fallen into meditation. For a long time, he slowly shook his head, but he still could not find the corresponding answer.
"I can ask my brother," Zhang Jixin pinched his fingers and said, "He is well-informed and may know something."
Hearing this, everyone nodded.
Zhang Jixin's brother Zhang Shuzhi is the vice-captain of the First University hunting team and one of the three most powerful contenders for the next Lei Zhe title. As far as his status is concerned, he does have access to a lot of information that ordinary students cannot.
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"What are you thinking about?" Zheng Qing pushed the fat man who was a little distracted, raised his hands in front of his eyes, and said, "I just asked you if you have any clues... What should I do about this?"
The hands that had been washed by the professor with magic potion were still a little green, and there was no hair on the back of the hands. The fingers looked like pickled cucumbers.
Zheng Qing doubted whether his claws would still be green after he turned into a cat.
"Well, small things, small things." Fatty Xin waved his hand and said perfunctorily: "I have smelled it carefully before. They are some potions that eliminate smells, breaths and traces of magic... they will evaporate after sleeping for a night."
"Then what are you thinking about?" Zhang Jixin also noticed the abnormality of the fat man.
"Well, I think, maybe we should stock up on some herbs in the pedestrian street in advance?"
Fatty Xin pinched his chin, his expression a little hesitant: "According to what Brother Qing said, Baicao Garden is closed, so I can judge that the supply of herbal medicines in the school will be affected in the short term, so I think it is better to collect some herbal medicines in D&K
There should be some profit from selling it... I remember that there is a 'magic potion sales license' on our business license, right?"
Zheng Qing suddenly stood there, stunned for a few seconds, then yelled and ran towards the pedestrian street.
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While the young wizards were thinking about making some of the 'school money that is hard to come by', in the Baicao Garden, Dean Yao, who was in charge of school affairs during this period, was looking at the small patch of mist with a frown on his face, thinking about the problem in front of him.
He chewed on his new smoking pot and squatted on the field ridge, clicking his lips like an old farmer.
Streams of blue-white smoke curled up from the smoke pot, rolling into exquisite smoke rings, one ring after another, looking very rhythmic. His brows were furrowed, and clear traces were outlined.
.The corners of his eyes drooped slightly downward, and he squinted and looked into the distance, as if he was looking, or as if he was asleep.
"Are you still in the mood to smoke?" Professor Li, wearing heavy dragon skin work clothes, walked slowly to Lao Yao, sat down on the field ridge without any image, spread his legs long, and let out a contented sigh.
Sigh: "I'm really exhausted."
"Have you packed it up?" Old Yao clicked his cigarette rod and asked.
"Okay." Professor Li nodded: "The people at the sealing office have confirmed that it was just an accident... That tree is too big, and the environment in Baicao Garden is too suitable for tree growth, and it is too tempting for it, so it
I accidentally poked a hole here. It has been patched in both directions, so nothing will happen... What happened to the flower?"
"What else can we do?" Lao Yao blew out a puff of thick smoke: "Just send it back honestly... There are only a few flowers in total, and they are picked off so easily. There are a few old guys who guard them every day.
I’m almost going crazy. I’m glad I haven’t been taken advantage of by those monsters and monsters outside.”
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, just send it back." Professor Li patted Lao Yao's shoulder comfortingly: "They are not ordinary peaches and plums. Just pick off the flowers and put them back on again. They are not that fragile. Don't worry about it.
I’m worried about this.”
"Am I worried about this?" Old Yao knocked the cigarette pot and said angrily.
"Then why are you?" Professor Li glanced at him blankly.
"I am Chou Zheng Qing." The dean of Jiuyou College blew out two long streams of smoke from his nostrils, like an angry fire dragon: "He is a bomb...it will explode wherever he puts it."