On December 7, 2006, the case file of Zhang Rou's suicide case was obtained, and it was confirmed that the cause of her death was abnormal. Vertex Fastest update attached: photocopy of the case file.

On December 8, 2006, Tong Shuai was contacted. Audio files.

"What are you going to do? I've done as you say, destroying those things! ”

"What did you do, Mr. Tong?"

"What did you do? Don't go too far! Don't take an inch! I've done what you said, what else do you want from me? ”

"Looks like we made a mistake in our judgment."

"What the hell are you going to do? Belch! Yes! Ahhhh

"Chen Yiqian and Zhang Rou, two lives. You're good enough. Was it interesting to study those curses? Who else do you want to use those curses against? ”

"No...... Ho ho ...... No...... Yes...... Ahhhhh!!h ”

……

Tong Shuai's death was confirmed.

On 9 December 2006, the investigation was terminated.

I was in a trance, and there seemed to be Tong Shuai's screams still in my head.

I really didn't expect this incident to end in such a way.

When I came back to my senses, I found that I had already sent a message to Wu Ling, saying that I had finished reading the file.

Nothing else.

I can't put into words that way.

It's like ......

The phone vibrated for a moment, and it was Wu Ling who sent a reply, a voice message.

"The file of the key pendant? That time we were rash. A person's fall is no slower than that of a demon. ”

I was shocked.

Wu Ling's second message came soon.

"When we first met Tong Shuai, we didn't see anything special. He had the aura of that curse on him, but he didn't mean to hurt anyone. He should be curious about things like curses, and try it, at most as a long-term experiment. ”

"But we approached him and told him that his curse had taken effect, killed people, and after the continued divergence, he got to his heart."

"It's ridiculous."

"It's also a little naïve."

I felt the weight of my phone.

In Wu Ling's calm voice, I felt that my heart had fallen into place.

Yes, what Wu Ling said is what I felt before.

In the first audio of Tong Shuai, his dazedness, impatience, and somewhat absurd questioning tone are obvious. He didn't fully believe that his curse would work. He may still have some shame about it.

In the age of science, superstition was never a good word.

But by the time the second audio was made, Tong Shuai was already in a bad mood. He was still a little arrogant, as if he was sure that he could deal with Wu Ling and them, and that he had mastered an incredible power.

He didn't know how people who really had it looked at the power itself.

As Wu Ling said, "ridiculous" and "naïve".

"This kind of person is the most troublesome. No one knows what they're going to do. Wu Ling sent another message.

It's like a carnival on the Internet before. It's terrifying that so many people are happy to see the supernatural phenomena that appear in this world.

How many people will try it because of this?

I shook my head, trying to shake the thought out of my head.

More people should not be able to find a way. They don't know where to start. At most, it's a pen fairy and a disc fairy.

Thinking so, I looked at my phone and asked Wu Ling, "How did he get that curse method?" ”

"According to him, it's some history books, some wild histories, and stories from ancient books. Probably, it is those monsters and knights that have been handed down to the present, and some of the content is mentioned in it. He tinkered with it himself for a while and tried many things. Some blind cats come across dead mice. It's also a bit ......."

This is the end of Wu Ling's news.

I thought she hadn't sent all the messages, waiting for her follow-up, but the phone screen was black, and there was no new news.

I sent a questioning emoji over.

"That's my speculation. It is possible that because the world is deteriorating, some of the requirements have been lowered. ”

When I heard this, my whole body froze, and I only felt a shiver jump from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

"Some spells and spells that used to be strict are now less demanding. Getting some syllables wrong, getting the details wrong, substituting some materials for others, all worked. That's probably the case. Wu Ling sighed a little.

This is definitely not good news.

But we can't do anything about it.

I had to change the subject and ask about Ruan Yuxia.

"Didn't find it. For so many years, no clues have been found. But now, there may be a chance. You saw Ruan Yuxia, right? Wu Ling said.

I was stunned and realized a possibility, "You mean, I might dream about ......"

"If you dream about it, remember to tell me who it is. The notebook is still in the office. I'll give it back to its owner when the time comes. Wu Ling said.

I promised to come down.

Thinking about this, my mood improved slightly.

When I went to bed tonight, I was looking forward to it.

So, the dream that had not appeared for a long time appeared on this night.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell into a vague and hazy consciousness.

I heard the girl's voice, my fingers touching the cold, soft surface.

The vision lit up, and I saw a black hardcover copy with a small piece of paper pasted on it, with the words "Advanced Mathematics" written on it.

"Whose notebook?" A girl next to me asked.

"I don't know. Probably someone stayed from the previous class. "I heard an unfamiliar female voice coming from where I was.

Moved his body slightly and sat down in the empty seat next to him. I looked sideways and saw Ruan Yuxia.

She flipped through her notebook, looked at the blank pages in the hard copy, and flipped through a few more pages.

"I didn't write my name or class." Ruan Yuxia said.

Her voice was crisp, very different from the husky voice in the video.

"Let's put it over here. I guess someone will come looking for it. The girl sitting next to Ruan Yuxia said.

Ruan Yuxia put the notebook into the desk.

This class is a bit boring and talks about chemistry.

I'm a liberal arts major, and I'm sitting in this classroom as if I'm listening to a book from heaven.

I'm not alone, though.

Ruan Yuxia and her classmates next to her also looked drowsy. At the front table, someone is memorizing words with their heads down, and someone in the back is doing advanced math problems. There are also people with large volumes of professional books who are studying by heart. Of course, there are also tomes.

No cell phone.

This atmosphere makes me feel unfamiliar.

Ruan Yuxia held her hands, squinted her eyes, and after her head rushed twice, she changed her position and leaned back in the chair. As soon as she looked at it, she saw the notebook inside the desk.

She took out her notebook and flipped through a few pages.

In addition to the neat and dense notes, there are some scribbles in the blank space of the printing.

This habit has probably not been broken by several generations of students.

A smile appeared on Ruan Yuxia's face.