Seeing that the caller ID was Mo Anran, Du Lin answered the call and Mo Anran's anxious voice came out of the phone.

"Doctor Du, please come back quickly. This female student is going crazy and is running out as hard as she can. Gu Amei and I can't hold him back anymore."

Du Lin said hurriedly: "Go find a rope and tie her up. I'll ask Professor Wang to come over and help you."

After putting down the phone, Du Lin explained the situation to Professor Wang and asked him to quickly return to the 4th floor of the red building to help control the female student.

The female student has already begun to want to jump off the building. In other words, if a ghost is controlling her, then this ghost should also become active now.

Du Lin found an excuse, walked out of the room, avoided Li Xian's sight, lit a soul-searching talisman with a lighter, and opened his eyes first. Then he returned to the specimen room and glanced around.

Circle, and sure enough, I found a dark figure in a corner, drawing something on the wall.

Du Lin walked towards the corner, and Li Xian followed him and asked in a low voice,

"Lao Du, what did you find?"

In Li Xian's eyes, there was nothing in that corner, and the wall was also empty.

The dark figure in the corner moved, but did not look back, probably because he thought no one could see him.

Du Lin signaled Li Xian not to speak, and then said to the black shadow in the corner: "What are you writing on the wall?"

The black figure turned back sharply and asked in surprise, "Can you see me?"

Dulin nodded.

"Are you a psychic?"

Du Lin shook his head, "I'm not."

"Then why can you see me?"

Dulin said, "I have a special method."

Not only could he see the ghost, but under the eyes of Soul Searcher, the numbers on the wall had been covered up by the white dust that was later painted on them, but Du Lin could still see them.

"What do you want to do?" the black shadow asked.

"Did you control those students and make them commit suicide by jumping off the building?"

The black shadow said: "Yes, and no, you can think of this as a curse I placed on this school."

The black shadow smiled ferociously, pointed to some mathematical symbols on the wall and said, "Look, I curse this school: counting from the day I die, one person will die in 7 to the 5th power of days."

, after the number of days of 7 raised to the power of 4, another person will die...and so on, until 7 raised to the power of one, and then it will be 7 raised to the second power, that is, another person will die after 2.645 days, and then it will be 7 raised to the third power.

, it is raised to the 4th power, and the resentment accumulates layer by layer, until it is raised to the 5th power, this curse is not over."

Du Lin followed his finger and looked at the wall. He saw a series of 9 numbers with symbols written on the wall, all related to "7", and the way "7" was written was very special, like a greater than sign.

.

Du Lin frowned and asked, "What grievances do you have? Why do you want to impose such a curse?"

Li Xian looked anxious next to him, because he could only hear Du Lin talking, but the ghost could neither see nor hear his voice, "Old Du, what are you two talking about?"

"Stop talking yet!" Du Lin yelled at Li Xian angrily, "Now go back to the red 4th floor and replace Gu Amei. You can help An Ran and Professor Wang control the female student. If it doesn't work, just

Handcuff him." Du Lin now needs the Soul Gathering Umbrella in Gu Amei's hand.

"Hehehe, it's useless." The black figure smiled darkly, "The person who is cursed by me will become extremely strong. Even if you handcuff him, it will be useless. Even if you break his own hand,

If she breaks a bone, she will break free from the handcuffs, run to the top of the building, and jump off to complete the curse."

Du Lin thought for a while, "Lao Li, you go back later and wrap the female student layer by layer with the quilts in the dormitory, then tie her up with ropes outside, and tie her into a big cotton bag.

She can't even get out of the door, let's see how she can run out."

The dark figure was stunned for a moment, then immediately laughed, "You can save her for a while, but you can't tie her up like this for the rest of his life."

Du Lin said: "Shut up! If it doesn't work, I'll beat you to death. This will finally resolve the issue."

The black shadow said: "It seems that you don't know anything about curses. I use Tyrande's curses. The biggest difference from Chinese ghost arts is that once the curses take effect, they cannot be broken or stopped, even if

It’s useless even if you kill the caster or beat the ghost of the caster to pieces.”

Du Lin thought to himself that if it was really like what this shadow said, it would be really troublesome, and he didn't know anything about this kind of foreign magic.

Even after researching how to crack it, I can’t find a way to start.

Thinking of this, Du Lin suddenly remembered: I don't understand, but someone does.

So he took out the special mobile phone given to him by Ling Xie from his pocket. There were only two numbers in the phone's address book, one was Yu Kunlun and the other was Zhu Can.

Du Lin's fingers lingered on Yu Kunlun's name for two seconds, and finally he called Zhu Can.

The call was quickly connected, and Zhu Can's triumphant voice came from the receiver: "Hey, Great Doctor Du, why did you think of calling me when you had time today? What kind of problem are you encountering? Do you need my help?"

Dulin said: "This is a matter of life and death. Joking aside, tell me quickly, how to break Tyrande's curse?"

When Zhu Can heard that it was about human lives, he stopped teasing, "What? Why did you provoke Tyrande's psychic? These people are not easy to mess with. As long as the curse they cast is formed, it will

It is difficult to break, what kind of spell you have encountered."

Du Lin described it to Zhu Can on the phone, and Zhu Can sighed, "This is terrible. This kind of blood curse that uses the caster's own life as a sacrifice is made with the blood that contains a lot of resentment before death.

It is basically impossible to break it."

Du Lin said anxiously: "If I had known there was nothing you could do, I should have called Yu Kunlun directly, wasting time."

Zhu Can said quickly: "No, no, no, don't go to Mr. Yu. He is busy for a few days, and he may not be able to do anything about it. Well, if you can find a way to resolve the resentment in the heart of the spell caster, let him volunteer

It might be effective to remove the spell."

Du Lin hung up the phone, put on a harmless smile on his face, turned around and said to the black figure: "We have been chatting for so long, and I still don't know what to call him."

Just now, he was shouting to fight and kill, and was clamoring to beat himself to death. After making a phone call, he became friendly again. This contrast made the black figure amused: "Well, you don't want to use my spell anyway."

Otherwise, let’s chat for a while.”

After saying that, he transformed into a human form, which is what he looked like in life - a handsome man in his thirties wearing black-rimmed glasses and a white shirt.
Chapter completed!