Wu Dazhi succinctly told what happened that he could guess. As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Shu seemed to have remembered something, grabbed Wu Dazhi's arm and shook it wildly.
"Hey, brat, stay tuned! I'm driving!" Wu Dazhi said angrily. Even if what he said was a bit strange, as a descendant of an archaeologist, wouldn't Bai Shu's reaction be too big?
"Uncle Dazhi, I know the buried boy you are talking about!" Bai Shu also felt that his reaction just now was too exciting. After calming down, he continued: "Someone in our class has seen the buried boy, just..."
Bai Shu was halfway through his words and stopped talking. Wu Dazhi glanced at him and realized that something was wrong. The location of Bai Shu school was in the center of city C. Even if he tried to break his head, Wu Dazhi couldn't think of anything.
Why are there buried children there?
"Speak quickly!" Wu Dazhi said in a tough tone: "I'm telling you, anyone who sees the buried boy or has contact with the buried boy will die even if he has made a contract with him!"
"Ah!!" Bai Zhu was shocked: "You mean I will die too?!"
Wu Dazhi snorted coldly and said without even looking at Bai Shu: "Then it depends on whether you cooperate with me. If you cooperate with me and find the buried boy and burn it, you and your classmates will be fine!"
Bai Shu was really scared this time, and told what happened in a trembling voice. But when Bai Shu finished speaking, Wu Dazhi was completely dumbfounded.
It turned out that the old man who was the janitor of Baizhu School he met before had died a month ago. Baizhu and his classmates had a very good relationship with the old man and were reluctant to let the old man leave, so they secretly ran to see the old man off.
It was at that time that they met Buried Boy.
But Wu Dazhi then thought about it. If this was just the case, these children would not have provoked the burial children at all. Something else must have happened.
"Baizhu, don't hide it from me, tell the truth!" Wu Dazhi's tone was a little more stern. He was deliberately hiding something because Baizhu was familiar with him.
"Uncle Dazhi, I have told you everything I know. I am really not lying to you!" Bai Shu was so anxious that he almost cried. Wu Dazhi was convinced that this time he was not lying to himself.
If this is the case, what exactly is the problem?
Back at Xiaowei Building, Xie Rusi was responsible for cooking for Bai Shu and tutoring him in his homework. Wu Dazhi called Zhou Zijing and Xiaoyou to his room and told them everything that happened today.
Xiaoyou frowned slightly after hearing this: "Although things like buried children are not powerful spiritual beings, they are more terrifying to children than ghosts. We must find them quickly.
, otherwise when it kills enough children, it may change further, and we won’t be able to control it at that time!”
Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing nodded frequently, and what Xiaoyou said was exactly what they were worried about.
"Fat man, what are the results of your pursuit of the escaped ghost today?" Wu Dazhi is now more worried about the escaped ghost than the buried boy Wang Jing met. It can kill people at any time.
"No, I talked to Da Jinbiao today, and he couldn't find anyone around us with greedy traits!" Zhou Zijing also looked sad, "Dazhi, do you want us to look further ahead? Don't keep staring at us.
The ghosts and grudges around us are also thinking things, so they are so stupid that they really want to get close to us, right?"
Wu Dazhi didn't know what to say. Since he didn't have any clues, he could investigate in any way. So he discussed it with Zhou Zijing, and he went to investigate the ghost grudges, while Wu Dazhi dealt with the matter of Wang Jing's burial as soon as possible.
good.
Late at night, the cold wind outside the window blew through the window. Baizhu, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up and sat up. Wu Dazhi beside him was not fast asleep. Jin Baizhu suddenly sat up, and he also sat up.
"Baizhu, what's wrong with you?" Wu Dazhi asked slightly nervously. He was really afraid that something would happen to Baizhu and he would no longer have to live.
"I had a nightmare!" Bai Zhu was sweating on his forehead and shaking constantly: "Uncle Dazhi, I won't die, right? You said that you won't die just by seeing the buried child...
"
"What happened?" Wu Dazhi held Baizhu in his arms and asked softly: "It's okay, maybe it's just a dream, don't think too much!"
"I dreamed about my grandma!" Baizhu snuggled into Wu Dazhi's arms, his voice choked with sobs: "This is the first time I dreamed about my grandma after she disappeared. Grandma stood in an empty classroom with an expressionless face.
Looking at me, I can’t remember the other details clearly, but I remember that grandma pointed at the empty desk, as if there was something in there..."
After Wu Dazhi listened to Bai Shu's story, he felt an inexplicable impulse in his heart. Maybe it was Bai Shu's grandma who was leading him to find the truth of the matter.
Thinking of this, Wu Dazhi hugged Baizhu tighter, and he said seductively: "Baizhu, have you ever thought that your grandma came to you to tell you the truth?"
"Is that so?" Bai Zhu raised his little face and asked with some uncertainty: "If what you said, Uncle Dazhi, is true, then the key to the matter is in our classroom? Could it be that the buried boy is hiding in the classroom?
"
Having said this, Bai Shu's body trembled. If Burian Tong hid in the classroom, wouldn't he be able to die at any time?
"Don't worry, it won't happen!" Wu Dazhi touched Bai Shu's head: "When you go to school tomorrow, you can go to the desk hall pointed by your grandma and take a look. If you find anything, you must notify us as soon as possible.
I!"
Wu Dazhi wiped off the cold sweat on Baizhu's body, and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was just four o'clock, and there was still some time before school. Wu Dazhi coaxed Baizhu to sleep again, but he fell asleep anyway.
Baizhu's family is really strange, from his grandparents, to his father who is engaged in archeology, and this Baizhu who can see ghosts at will.
When he thought that Bai Shu could see ghosts, Wu Dazhi realized that he had overlooked a big problem. The moment he opened the door of Wang Jing's room yesterday evening, Bai Shu should have seen the existence of the buried boy.
Why didn't he say it? Could it be that there were other secrets hidden in his heart? Wu Dazhi sighed. He was really miserable. Problems were happening one after another. When could he collect all the ghost resentments and live a normal life?
Life.
Early the next morning, Bai Shu came to school and found that everyone had gathered together again and was chatting.
"You know, another person jumped from the roof of his house last night..."
From the noisy discussion, Bai Zhu learned that another similar incident happened again, but this time the child who jumped from the building was a student from another school.
Wu Dazhi sent Baizhu to the school gate and did not leave in a hurry, so he vaguely heard the discussion of the children.