"I think the pumpkin monster who suddenly appeared on the stage is very suspicious." Ling Fan said sharply.
Xiao Yu nodded: "But we turned the entire stage over, but we couldn't find the person who played the pumpkin monster. He disappeared like air. It was really scary."
Ling Fan frowned and said, "Either he disappeared, I think he either ran away or was hiding among the students from the drama club. And based on my sixth sense, I think the latter is more likely."
When he got here, Ling Fan paused. He thought of Xu Shaojun: "Is Xu Shaojun still in the isolation ward?"
Hong Feng nodded and said: "Yes, he is still there, and I sent two police officers to guard the ward and not let anyone pick him up, but even so, some people still came to visit him."
"Oh? Who is that?" Ling Fan asked.
Hong Feng took out a notebook from his pocket and opened a few pages: "His name is Liang Jun, and he is Xu Shaojun's roommate. He said that Xu Shaojun has been missing for two days and has not returned to the dormitory for two days, so he came to see Xu Shaojun."
"Senior Brother Hong, do you have that Liang Jun's mobile phone number?" Ling Fan's keen sense of touch caught this clue tightly.
"Oh, yes, what do you want this for?" With that, Hong Feng found the phone number and sent it to Ling Fan's mobile phone.
Ling Fan did not answer Hong Feng, but dialed Liang Jun's mobile phone directly. After a burst of cheerful music, a young man's slightly hoarse voice came from the other end of his hand: "Hello, hello, I am Liang Jun."
Ling Fan said: "My name is Ling Fan, I am a Hong Kong policeman. I want to ask you out to talk about something. I don't know if it is possible."
Liang Jun seemed not to have expected that the police would come to him, but his tone was very calm and he said: "Okay, let's make an appointment at the 'Sixian Pavilion' in Bauhinia Garden."
Sixian Pavilion is located in the eastern corner of Bauhinia Garden. It is an ancient Chinese red-tiled pavilion. The pavilion is supported by four red pillars. In the center is a stone Eight Immortals table with Go chess crisscross patterns carved on it. The small stone bench is also exquisite.
Placed on the ground around the Eight Immortals table, it looks ancient and pure.
The name Sixian Pavilion is named Sixian. As the name suggests, it is to encourage students not to forget their origins, their own identity, and those great Chinese philosophers. In a word, this is a place that only belongs to Chinese culture. The surroundings of Sixian Pavilion are
Full of green grass, tall trees planted crisscrossed together, and the crisp sounds of birds chirping one after another, it is a good place to play chess and read.
Just like this, it didn't take long for Ling Fan to find Sixian Pavilion. Even the foreign student with yellow hair and green eyes knew the name of Sixian Pavilion and enthusiastically pointed out the specific location of Sixian Pavilion to Ling Fan.
‘The trees are lush and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.’ These are the eight words that Ling Fan first thought of when he saw Sixian Pavilion. Compared with the terrifying clouds shrouding the Bauhinia Garden, Sixian Pavilion is an isolated paradise.
Approaching Sixian Pavilion, a young man had been waiting there for a long time. Although he only saw his back, this man's back gave him a unique and indescribable feeling. Maybe this young man was that Liang Jun.
If he really is, then he must not be a simple person.
"Hello, are you Liang Jun?" Ling Tong stepped forward and smiled.
The young man slowly raised his head and looked at Ling Fan. Although it was just a simple look, this look frightened Ling Fan. These eyes were too deep, and there was a hint of arrogance in them, as if
No one can enter his eyes.
Liang Jun looked at Ling Fan, paused, and asked, "Are you that policeman Ling Fan?!"
Ling Fan smiled and nodded: "Yes, I was the one who called you to invite you here."
Liang Jun smiled and said: "You asked me out because you wanted to know something about Shaojun."
So dealing with smart people will save you a lot of worry. Ling Fan nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I want to know why Xu Shaojun became like this and what kind of things did he encounter?"
Liang Jun looked at Ling Fan with some embarrassment: "Actually, I don't know why. I only know that two days ago, Xu Shaojun and a good friend went to the restaurant to drink. They drank until very late. I even opened the door to the dormitory with him.
And called him to come back quickly. He said he would be back soon, but I didn’t see him come back until I woke up the next day. Then I never saw him again until I heard from my classmates that Xu Shaojun was sent to prison.
He entered the school infirmary, so I went to see him."
"Then who is his friend and where is he now?" Ling Fan felt that things were getting more and more strange.
Sure enough, as Ling Fan expected, Liang Jun said that Xu Shaojun's friend was named Chen Cong, but like Xu Shaojun, he disappeared inexplicably. Even now, his classmates are still looking for him, and they have also made phone calls.
, but his mobile phone showed that it was not in the service area.
"Not in the service area?!" Although Ling Fan had already expected that things would progress like this, he still retained a glimmer of hope. However, Ling Fan's hope was dashed by the sentence "not in the service area." Ling Fan kept saying
While reciting these words, he suddenly asked: "Jun Liang, do you know if there are any places in the Bauhinia Garden that mobile phones cannot reach?"
Liang Jun was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were full of joy. It seemed that he understood what Ling Fan meant, and said hurriedly: "Yes, I know a place where there is no mobile phone signal no matter what."
"Where is that?" Ling Fan's face was also full of surprise.
However, Liang Jun's face darkened and he said, "It's the cadaver specimen room of the Bauhinia Garden Department of Medicine."
Bauhinia Garden is a comprehensive university. Each department has teachers with rich experience in saving students. There are even some well-known scholars who are active in international academic forums who often teach in Bauhinia Garden. Because compared with other majors in medicine,
The medical department of Zijingyuan University is also not inferior. Even the medical students who graduated from here have their qualifications recognized internationally. Compared with this, the situation of some domestic medical schools seems a bit embarrassing, because some
Medical students are not recognized abroad, so they can only live in China. Therefore, the medical threshold of Bauhinia Garden is also quite high.
However, like the cadaver specimen room of all medical schools, the cadaver specimen room of the Bauhinia Garden Department of Medicine is also located in a remote and dark corner of the campus. It is surrounded by tall woods, making the originally dark corner even darker.
, just like dusk, even if you don't know that this is the corpse specimen room, you can still feel a cold feeling in the surrounding air, which makes the hairs on people's bodies stand up.
In front of Ling Fan was the corpse specimen room. It had no windows. It was just a cement house covering an area about half the size of a playground. It was covered with unknown green plants. The sky above the cement house was covered with many thick green branches and leaves.
Covered by the wind, occasionally a gust of wind blows, and a thin line of light is exposed in the gap between the branches and leaves. The bright light is transmitted through, the wind stops, the light seems to be cut off and disappears again, making people feel as if they have fallen into an abyss.
"Is it really possible that Chen Cong is here?" Liang Jun covered his nose and frowned. To be honest, the smell here was really bad. There was an unclear smell of decaying animals or plants in the air.
Ling Fan didn't know why he came here. He looked at Liang Jun and said, "Have you come here to find Chen Cong before?"
Liang Jun pointed to the sign on the cement house, smiled bitterly, and said, "We are looking for living people, not dead bodies. Why are we here looking for them..." But before he finished speaking, his expression changed.
He looked at the cement house again and suddenly said in shock: "Do you mean Chen Cong..."
An extremely solemn look appeared on Ling Fan's face. The last thing he expected was this situation, but if there was really a place in Bauhinia Garden where mobile phone signals could not reach, it would be only here.
"But we don't have the key, how can we open the door?" Ling Fan looked at the big rusty lock on the corpse specimen room.
Liang Jundao: "If you say what is the most expensive thing now, I dare say that counting corpses is the most expensive. One of them can be sold for a sky-high price. Of course, the school will not easily hand over the key to others for such a precious resource, so I think even if we look for it,
Even if the dean of the Department of Medicine asks for the key, he may not give it to us."
"Then what should we do? Otherwise, how can we open the door?" Ling Fan shrugged.
"It may not be possible for others, but to me, this is just a small plate of tea." Liang Jun chuckled, then he took off a brooch from his clothes, straightened the thin tip, and then walked to the big rusty brooch.
He started tinkering with the lock and said while doing it: "My grandfather used to be a lock picker. No matter what kind of lock he was, he could open it. But later on, this profession was lost to my father. He always thought that lock picking was not a good thing."
I didn’t want to inherit my grandfather’s craftsmanship at all. I only played with my grandfather because it was fun, but I didn’t expect that my grandfather would shed tears of joy. In order not to make my grandfather sad, I gritted my teeth and insisted on learning from my grandfather.
The fun mentality at the beginning passed quickly, and then came the structural analysis of the lock, which made my childhood miserable."
Although Liang Jun talked about hard work, there was a touch of excitement on his face. It seemed that he could make grandpa die in peace, and he was also quite happy. As he was talking, there were two clicks and a big rusty lock.
It was opened, and then Liang Jun gently pushed the big iron door open.
I can’t tell what kind of sound it was. Anyway, it was due to the rust of the door shaft. There was an unbearable harsh sound of opening the door. As the door crack was pushed open, a cold air with white mist spurted out from inside.
Fan and Liang Jun couldn't help but shudder. Behind the crack in the door was a terrifying darkness, like a black hole. An abnormal feeling followed the mist and surged towards Ling Fan. The feeling followed him on the stage.
He felt the same as when someone was staring. He could even feel a pair of terrifying eyes staring at him from behind the tiny crack in the door.