Just when Wan Qi and Ma Xiaoling walked to the gate, Wan Qi's cell phone suddenly rang.
After picking up the phone, Wan Qi heard Uncle Ying's voice coming from inside, and Wan Qi listened silently.
Ma Xiaoling saw Wan Qi's brows begin to frown more and more tightly, although he only heard Wan Qi's mouth keep making "um uh ah ah" sounds.
But Ma Xiaoling could guess from Wan Qi's increasingly depressed replies that something must have happened to He Ling.
"What's wrong, team leader?"
Seeing Wan Qi put down her phone, Ma Xiaoling asked.
Wan Qi's answer indeed confirmed Ma Xiaoling's guess at this time.
"Something happened to He Ling! Uncle Ying said that He Ling found a red hijab somewhere and put it on his head, and then ran towards the art laboratory that day.
The key is that Uncle Ying didn't find anything approaching He Ling before!
He said he was following! He would contact me again if he found anything wrong!"
Wan Qi's words made Ma Xiaoling frown. What happened to He Ling was something Ma Xiaoling expected.
But something unexpected happened, which was beyond Ma Xiaolin's expectation.
"How could something happen out of nowhere? Could it be that He Ling was hypnotized?"
Looking at Wan Qi, Ma Xiaoling asked curiously.
"I don't know! If someone really hypnotized He Ling, Uncle Ying shouldn't have noticed it!"
Wan Qi shook his head and led Ma Xiaoling directly out of the door of the Investigation Bureau.
Soon the two of them arrived at the door of the teaching building, and Uncle Ying walked out slowly from behind the shadow of a tree.
"What's going on?"
As soon as Wan Qi saw Uncle Ying, he immediately asked.
"I don't know! The girl's scent disappeared after I chased her here!
So I didn’t chase him in, I have been waiting here for the young master, waiting for your decision!”
Uncle Ying shook his head and briefly explained the current situation.
Uncle Ying's words made Wan Qi and Ma Xiaoling look at each other. They naturally understood what Uncle Ying meant when he said there was no breath.
In the entire investigation bureau, Uncle Ying is the most sensitive to identifying scents.
He said there was no breath, which meant that He Ling also disappeared into that classroom like the two girls before.
"It seems there is something really weird in that classroom! Come on, let's go take a look!"
As he spoke, Wan Qi waved his hand, and a thin curtain enveloped the three of them.
"Team leader! This is the art of concealment! You don't even need to read the formula or hand seals!
When can you teach me!"
Looking at the thin curtain around her, Ma Xiaoling's eyes were full of little stars and she said to Wan Qi.
For people like Ma Xiaoling who regard themselves as mage, being able to use spells directly without reciting incantations and hand seals is definitely as attractive to them as a hungry wolf seeing a sheep.
"Haha! Let's wait and see when you have 60 years of cultivation!
Without a certain amount of cultivation and magic power, there is no way you can even think of doing this!"
Looking at Ma Xiaoling's greedy eyes, Wan Qi flatly refused and gave Ma Xiaoling a condition that made her feel desperate.
"Work hard, girl! The young master knows a lot of things! As long as you practice hard, you will learn it sooner or later!"
Uncle Ying patted Ma Xiaoling's head and comforted her, then followed Wan Qi into the teaching building.
Although she was comforted by Uncle Ying, Ma Xiaoling still looked depressed. She naturally knew that what Wan Qi said was definitely correct.
If you want to learn this method of instantly casting spells, deep cultivation is definitely the most important foundation.
However, during her time as an intern, Ma Xiaoling felt more and more that her strength was too weak. She really wanted to quickly improve her strength.
However, seeing that Wan Qi and Uncle Ying had already entered the teaching building, Ma Xiaoling could only abandon these distracting thoughts and quickly followed them in.
The reason why Wan Qi wanted to use the concealment technique was actually more to take care of Ma Xiaoling.
He and Uncle Ying naturally had ways to avoid the installed surveillance cameras. Only Ma Xiaoling did not have this ability.
This time when he came to the school, Wan Qi did not notify anyone at the school. In order not to cause any trouble or misunderstanding, Ma Xiaoling must not appear in the surveillance video.
I gently opened the classroom door again, and it was no different from when I came during the day.
From a supernatural level, the entire classroom was extremely clean, without a hint of coldness.
After all, the three of them were not ordinary people, and Wan Qi did not turn on the chandelier switch on the wall.
This ability of night vision was a piece of cake for Wan Qi and Uncle Ying. Only Ma Xiaoling cast an eye-opening spell on herself.
"Uncle Ying, can you feel He Ling's aura here?"
After entering the classroom, Wan Qi asked Uncle Ying softly.
In the dark night, Uncle Ying's eyes glowed with a faint red light, making people feel strange and cold.
"Yeah! I can feel it a little bit! But it's very light! It's like that girl came here a few days ago!"
Uncle Ying nodded lightly, answered Wan Qi's question, and walked forward towards the classroom without stopping.
"What? Uncle Ying, did you find anything?"
Seeing Uncle Ying walking straight towards the classroom, Ma Xiaoling asked curiously.
Uncle Ying ignored Ma Xiaoling's inquiry and just walked forward silently.
Until he stopped, Wan Qi and Ma Xiaoling saw that in front of Uncle Ying was an oil painting half a man's height.
And this oil painting is exactly the vermilion door that Wanjie pays special attention to during the day.
"Uncle Ying, do you think there is something wrong with this painting?"
This time it was Wan Qi who asked. The reason why he paid attention during the day was just because the paint on the painting reminded him of the past.
"Yes, Master! I feel that there is a very faint scent of He Ling in this painting!
And there seems to be something wrong with the paint on this painting! I can’t tell you exactly!
It tastes different from normal oil paint anyway!”
Uncle Ying looked at the oil painting silently, and after pondering for a while, he answered Wan Qi's question.
Then, Uncle Ying's hand unconsciously and gently touched the oil painting, just as the oil painting that Uncle Ying touched closed the door.
A magical scene appeared. The door on the painting opened by itself, as if it had been pushed open by Uncle Ying.
Uncle Ying's whole body fell directly into the door because of the sudden opening of the door on the painting.