"Is Nishizawa dead? So did Natsuzo last time...... They're in a make-up class with Chester......" Catherine's panicked voice came over.

"Shhh......h It seems that the pressure of the exam is too much. Under such psychological pressure, suicide is contagious!"

"You say it's contagious, suicide," Catherine almost exclaimed.

Cecil sighed: "In the collective unconscious, a lot of emotions are contagious.

Chester had just recovered, and knowing this kind of news, it was very likely that it would hit him psychologically again.

So be sure not to let him know these things!"

"Okay, I got ......"

Chester slowly retreated into the room, closed the door, and fell into deep thought.

His father, Cecil, was an associate professor of psychology at the university, and there was certainly a point in that.

Although it was impossible to infect Chester, in order not to worry his family, he pretended not to know.

Natsuzo and Nishizawa are both Chester's friends, and they both met in the make-up class.

Xia Zuo and Chester were both not admitted to the witcher school for three consecutive years, while Nishizawa was not admitted to the school for two consecutive years.

In fact, such people are not too rare. Not much, though......

After all, many people give up after failing the exam once.

Poor and rich in martial arts, the exercise of physical fitness is extremely expensive.

Not every family can afford to fail exams again and again!

Xia Zuo and Nishizawa are also from middle-class families similar to Chester, and they have almost emptied their families.

Chester remembers that the night before he committed suicide, several people in the make-up class talked about the exam.

I don't know who will talk about it first, what if I fail the exam again, so that I will cry bitterly.

At that time, Chester completely detonated everyone's negative emotions, Chester returned home in despair, and committed suicide by taking sleeping pills that night.

Fortunately, he was rescued!

I didn't expect that Natsuzo and Nishizawa also committed suicide!

Thinking of this, Chester's mood was extremely bad.

"Forget it, don't think about it! I'm still training!"

Chester shook his head, put all the negativity aside, and began to continue training.

He wants to use physical fatigue to drive away these negative emotions!

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

"Chester, come out for a moment. The town hall is coming......" Cecil shouted outside, full of concern.

It seems that these suicides have attracted the attention of the city hall and sent people to find out.

At this time, two men in black suits came over and said directly, "We want to talk to Mr. Chester alone!"

"This ......," Cecil was a little worried and hesitant.

Chester said, "It's nothing, father. Let's talk separately!"

It's also good to talk to these people to reassure your family.

Cecil listened to this, and finally closed the door and withdrew.

"My name is Bolton and his name is Balk. I'm a staff member at the town hall, and this is my ID.

As for Balk, he's not from our town hall. He's actually ......."

Before Bolton could finish speaking, Balk had already said bluntly, "I'm a witcher!"

As he spoke, he also pulled out a badge and a badge.

Chester didn't look at Bolton's papers, but curiously took Balk's papers and badges.

It was a real Witcher badge, exactly like what Chester had seen in the pictures before.

And the document has a photo of Balk, with Balk's name written on it, as well as the title of C-class witcher.

Chester gasped, "You're actually a C-class witcher!"

"Yes!"

Then Chester's face suddenly turned pale.

C-class witchers find themselves...... Surely nothing good!

Balk nodded slightly, it seemed that this kid reacted quite quickly.

Well, the qi and blood are also okay...... It's a good seedling, maybe I can recruit to my own school this time.

Thinking like this, Balk also became a little more relaxed: "Don't be afraid, since I'm here, any trouble can be solved."

You should know about the suicides of Natsuzo, Nishizawa and others, as well as you......

We suspect that your suicide did not happen naturally, but that a demon was involved!"

Chester barely calmed down and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Can the demon still release his fear?"

"Of course, demons are far more powerful than you think. Otherwise, this world wouldn't need us witchers to protect it!" Balk said.

"So what can I do?" Chester slowly calmed down.

Balk looked appreciative: "Several of the others are dead, but you're not dead." I suspect the devil will find you again, so I want you to cooperate with us......"

Before he finished speaking, Chester had already gritted his teeth and said, "Good!"

"Uh......"

Balk thought that this kind of death involved that Chester needed to be convinced, and even threatened and enticed.

I didn't expect this Chester to agree so easily.

A good seedling indeed!

Although the physical fitness is a little lacking, with such a psychological quality, it is enough to make up for it!

......

In the dead of night, Chester lay in bed, seemingly asleep, but he wasn't.

Today, the C-class witcher and what he said during the day were still churning in his mind.

This is a matter of life, and no matter how big Chester's heart is, it is impossible for him to sleep at this time.

It's a middle-class neighborhood on the outskirts of the city, and there's not much noise.

Especially at this time, it is even more silent.

It seems that danger can come at any moment. So much so that Chester's body became tighter and tighter......

"It's not going to work, it's too stressful. When the time comes, the body will stiffen, and the danger will come, and you will not be able to move if you can't move......"

With that in mind, Chester began to breathe slowly following the sleep technique.

He had been practicing this method for more than a week, and he was almost already a beginner.

At this point, the breath gradually becomes even and long, almost inaudible.

Even if you hold a goose feather and put it next to his nostrils, you can see a slight tremor and know that he is still breathing.

However, this means that Chester's breath has not yet reached home.

If you really get home, then between breaths, don't say put a goose feather, even if you put a hair, there will be no trembling.

Chester, that's not even close!

Originally, the spirit turtle still needed to lie on its side, its limbs were coiled, and between breaths, its neck was slightly stretched, like a spirit turtle sleeping deeply.

But when danger was coming, Chester didn't want to fall asleep.

He just wanted to relax so that he wouldn't be too nervous and not be able to react later.