Chapter 123

"Why have you two come only now?"

Zheng Fang, carrying bags and parcels, complained to Tan Yunlong and Tan Wenbin.

The long-distance bus she had taken had arrived at the station long ago, and she had been waiting here for quite a while, annoyed by the unlicensed taxi drivers who kept coming up to solicit passengers.

Tan Yunlong: "I arrived at your son's dormitory building at noon."

Zheng Fang: "Was our son not in the dormitory?"

"He was, and I happened to see him come out."

"Then you..."

"After he came out, he went to eat and take a walk with a girl, so I waited for him to return."

"Then you... were indeed right to wait."

Zheng Fang patted Tan Wenbin, who was loading her luggage into the car, and asked: "Son, what kind of girl is she? Tell Mom about her."

"Mom, it's not what you think. We're just friends."

"Aren't couples just friends whose relationship has deteriorated?"

"Mom, the way you put it—can't there be pure friendship between a boy and a girl?"

"Is that girl very ugly?"

"Mom, there's really nothing to it. The things are packed, let's go. Dad, hurry up and drive. Let's take Comrade Zheng Fang to a restaurant for a good meal to welcome her!"

"What restaurant? Haven't you already eaten? Let's go back to the place your dad was assigned first. I need to tidy up for him; living alone, who knows what kind of pigsty he's made."

"Exactly, exactly." Tan Wenbin immediately chimed in, "Mom, you don't know how sloppy Dad is. It's not cold yet, but if it were winter, he could wear his stinky socks like police batons."

Tan Yunlong, who was driving, glared at his son through the rearview mirror and then said:

"I can't live without your mom in this life. I have your mom to take care of me, but what about you?"

"Exactly. Son, where is that girl from?"

"Mom..."

Tan Yunlong: "She's also from Nantong."

Zheng Fang clapped her hands: "That's great! In the future, you can travel home together during holidays. Whether you stay in Jin Ling or go back to Nantong to develop after graduation, it's all convenient."

Tan Wenbin leaned his forehead against the car window, feeling somewhat helpless.

Zheng Fang continued to ask: "Where in Nantong? Is it the city, Tongzhou, Rugao, or Haian?"

Tan Yunlong: "Shigang."

"Ha!" Zheng Fang laughed out loud, "Not bad, son. Work hard to win her over..."

At this point, Zheng Fang stopped and looked at her husband driving in front, asking: "Zhou Yunyun?"

Tan Yunlong rolled down the car window, preparing to light a cigarette to refresh himself. He had stayed up late last night finishing his work to free up today for his day off to pick up his wife.

He took out his cigarette case, but it was empty.

Tan Wenbin leaned forward and placed a cigarette into his father's mouth, then put the rest of the mostly full pack into his father's breast pocket.

Tan Yunlong looked at his son with some surprise and silently lit the cigarette.

"Is it Zhou Yunyun? Is it?" Zheng Fang lightly patted her husband's seat back.

Tan Yunlong exhaled the smoke out the window and said nothing more.

Tan Wenbin could only answer: "Yes, it's Zhou Yunyun. We had an old classmates' gathering today; it was just normal fellow townsfolk sitting together for a meal."

"Fellow townsfolk eating, and the girl comes to your school specifically? And waits for you downstairs at your dormitory? Son, your mom hasn't been young for nothing."

"Mom, why did you bring so many things?"

"This time, Zhou Yunyun's mother entrusted me to bring her some clothes and food, and I added some things myself. I originally planned to find time to send them to her school, but this works out perfectly. Son, you go and deliver them to her."

During their senior year of high school, Zheng Fang had overheard a conversation between father and son and learned that her son and their class monitor had an unusual relationship, so she found a way to get to know Zhou Yunyun's mother.

Shigang is just a town; at the end of the day, it's only that big a place, so it wasn't difficult to specifically get to know someone.

Zhou Yunyun is an only child, and her parents both work at a town textile mill; they are very honest people.

Once they got to know each other, when Zheng Fang mentioned that her son and their daughter were in the same class, the couple immediately showed resistance and distance.

Rural girls generally marry early, but they were hoping their daughter would get into university and have a good future and career, so they didn't pick up on that thread.

Zheng Fang was just not busy at work and too idle, and later, because her son mostly lived at Old Man Li's place, she put the matter aside. Later, it became a habit of sending gifts to each other during festivals, neither quite relatives nor quite friends.

After both children got into university, the attitude of Zhou Yunyun's parents changed immediately, becoming proactive and enthusiastic.

Many parents in the country are strictly on guard against puppy love before the college entrance exam, but once the exam is over, they start urging marriage.

Previously, their daughter's male high school classmate was called a hateful "yellow-haired brat," but now the male high school classmate is called a "childhood sweetheart."

The Tan family's situation in town is considered quite decent. If the two children could get together, it would be considered knowing each other's roots and foundations, and even from their own perspective, it would be beneficial for their future retirement life.

"That suitcase, the one with the handle and wheels—your mom chose it personally at the city department store, and I even stuck some cartoons on it. You take it to Zhou Yunyun when the time comes."

"Mom, what about my suitcase?"

"What suitcase do you need? Work hard and strive to put them together when you go home, so the two of you can push one suitcase back."

Tan Yunlong: "Alright, the children have their own considerations."

"Shut your mouth. If our son had your drive back then, would I need to worry about not winning over Zhou Yunyun as my daughter-in-law?"

Tan Yunlong honked the horn twice and overtook the tractor in front.

Arriving at Tan Yunlong's unit housing, the area wasn't large, but it had three bedrooms and a living room, which was considered quite good.

Originally, as an outsider and because Tan Yunlong was too lazy to pull strings, this apartment wouldn't have been assigned so quickly, but he couldn't help that he had made too many meritorious contributions recently, receiving commendations every few days, and the leaders had repeatedly expressed concern about his living security.

Entering the house, Zheng Fang was somewhat surprised: "I didn't expect it to be quite clean."

Tan Wenbin glanced at the living room and said: "My dad has never lived here at all."

Zheng Fang immediately looked at Tan Yunlong: "Do you usually just sleep in the office to muddle through?"

Tan Yunlong smiled: "This house is too big. Without you at home, I'm too lazy to come back."

Zheng Fang reached out and punched her husband.

Tan Wenbin rolled his eyes.

Sometimes he admired his father's methods; he was often away from home when busy with cases, and his work had been transferred from the city to a town police station. Even so, he could still maintain a good marital relationship with Comrade Zheng Fang. In other families, the house would have exploded long ago.

There was indeed no one living in the house, and there were no vegetables, so Zheng Fang took out the fried dough twists she had brought from home.

She broke them into three bowls, boiled water, and added brown sugar to soak them.

The family of three sat at the table and had a simple meal.

Next was a thorough house cleaning. Tan Wenbin also helped, and his nimble way of working really shocked his parents.

Zheng Fang couldn't help but tease: "Tan Yunlong, look at how clumsy you are with these chores, and then look at your son's nimbleness. Son, when did you learn to do this?"

Tan Wenbin answered while washing the rag: "I didn't learn; I just have an eye for work."

Over the past year, Old Man Li had been raising two mules at home.

One was named Runsheng, and the other was named Zhuangzhuang.

Tan Yunlong nodded and said: "That's good. This way you can also take better care of Xiao Yuan. Your son has benefited from Xiao Yuan's light; the two of them live in a large dormitory, and it's very spacious inside."

"Xiao Yuan Ge doesn't need me to take care of him; we take turns cleaning."

After the house was cleaned, Tan Wenbin went to buy groceries with Zheng Fang. By the time dinner was ready, it was completely dark, and the family of three officially had their first reunion dinner in Jin Ling.

After dinner, it was too late, so Tan Wenbin didn't return to school and took a shower and went to bed at home.

At dawn, both father and son woke up early.

They heated up the leftovers from last night in the pot and paired them with some pickles brought from their hometown for breakfast.

"Let's go. I'll drop you off at school before I go to the bureau."

After getting into the car, Tan Wenbin patted the seat and asked: "Captain Tan, does this count as using a public vehicle for private purposes?"

"I paid for the gas myself."

During the drive, Tan Yunlong lit a cigarette and said: "Whatever your mom says is her business, but your affairs must be decided by you. As parents, we can at most provide a safety net, but we won't interfere with your life."

"Understood."

The car stopped at the school gate, and Tan Wenbin got out.

Tan Yunlong: "The suitcase."

Tan Wenbin: "Aha, I deliberately didn't bring it down from the house."

Tan Yunlong: "Well, I deliberately brought it down from the house and put it in the trunk."

"Dad, is this what you call 'my affairs must be decided by me'?"

"Parents say some nice words, and you actually believe them?"

"Fine, drive slowly."

Tan Wenbin dragged a suitcase covered in cartoon patterns as he walked through the campus. Although it was the weekend, there were many people, attracting quite a few gazes.

During this time, he encountered a group of men wearing white shirts and ties, deliberately pulling their collars open to reveal large patches of skin below their necks.

When they walked, they put their hands in their pockets, leaned forward, walked on their tiptoes, shook their heads every few steps, and then lowered their heads to lightly pat their bangs.

These five people—if he had encountered them in broad daylight at school, Tan Wenbin would only suspect they were possessed by evil spirits if he had seen them at night in Min'an Town.

Nowadays, there are two mainstream avant-garde styles: one is colorful hair, leather jackets and pants, tattoos and piercings, middle fingers raised, eyes wide, and shouting at the top of their lungs: "Rock and roll never dies!"

The other is long hair, constantly covering one eye, walking as if they have no bones in their bodies, and even when rushing to the bathroom, they don't forget to perform what it means to be melancholic.

Clearly, these five belonged to the latter school.

As he passed by them, Tan Wenbin heard them cursing:

"This kid actually turned into a coward; he's really spineless!"

"Don't worry, A-Can, this kind of wimp won't be liked by girls; you'll definitely win over him."

"Exactly. Anyway, the morning class isn't important, so let's skip it. After breakfast, I don't believe he won't come out by noon."

"Wait until he's alone. We'll guard outside the dormitory building. The people in their class are quite united, damn it."

"Let's go, I'll treat you to breakfast."

The five were led by the one called A-Can, whose clothes were brighter, wearing a necklace and a watch on his wrist.

"Pfft, this suitcase—what kind of fetish is that?"

"Hahaha!"

One of them pointed at Tan Wenbin's suitcase and mocked, causing the others to laugh out loud.

Tan Wenbin ignored them and continued on his way.

Entering the dormitory courtyard and reaching the first floor, he ran into two male classmates from his class while going up the stairs. The two saw Tan Wenbin and immediately came over, saying:

"Class monitor, a group of people from another school just came looking for you."

"Yes, they said you were a toad lusting after swan meat and wanted to teach you a lesson."

"Huh?"

Tan Wenbin was somewhat puzzled; he really couldn't understand why he would encounter such a thing. It sounded childish and brainless.

"Class monitor, didn't you leave with the class monitor from the opposite class at the mixer yesterday? Could it be because of her?"

"Yes, yes, yes, the group that just came seems to be from her school, though not the same department."

Because of Zhou Yunyun?

Tan Wenbin couldn't help but laugh. It seems their old class monitor is very popular at her school.

Actually, when he said "you've become prettier" during their meeting yesterday, it really wasn't empty flattery.

She already had a good foundation, and after learning to dress up in university, she was like a night-shining pearl out of its shell, radiant and eye-catching.

Tan Wenbin: "I think I just ran into them, but they didn't recognize me."

"Class monitor, why don't you shout again? Let's call everyone from our class in the dormitory and go teach them a lesson together?"

"Yes, when they came to ask for your room number earlier and intended to knock on your door, we all came out together to confront them and asked what kind of fart they wanted to let out."

"If it weren't for Lin Shu You persuading us, we would have started fighting in the hallway at that time!"

"Hahaha, thank you everyone. I owe you a favor, but next time you encounter such a thing, call the security department. Let the security department deal with them.

We are still students; if we fight and someone gets hurt, it's easy to delay everyone's future."

"Class monitor, just say the word, and we'll do it!"

"Yes, we're not afraid of them!"

After Tan Wenbin pacified them, he went to the third floor. Most of the boys' dorms in their class were there. Along the way, he met many classmates who mentioned the earlier incident, all suggesting he call people to grab brooms and dustpans to go out and fight.

Tan Wenbin was actually a very incompetent class monitor; he didn't participate much in military training and asked for leave after school started.

But he had a police station commendation posted throughout the school, and he was generous, often treating the whole class to drinks and snacks, so the class really trusted him. They could truly follow him to fight in a group fight with dozens of boys shouting.

Returning to his dormitory, he put the suitcase inside.

Tan Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Xiao Yuan Ge went to Grandma Liu's house to find A-Li every morning, so that group didn't disturb Yuanzi Ge when they came.

He was the one shouting at the bow of the Dragon King's boat; his duty was to help the Dragon King handle external matters cleanly. If he brought such trouble upon himself, it would be his serious dereliction of duty.

Most importantly... do you five little idiots know the consequences of angering my Yuanzi Ge!

Those five guys hadn't left the school yet; it looked like they were still planning to block him.

Tan Wenbin left the dormitory, intending to find the school security department.

Currently, the security departments of various units have great power, not even inferior to local police stations.

Just as he was about to go out, Tan Wenbin looked at his desk, where there were paper, pens, an answer sheet, and a huge water cup that was clearly not his.

"Huh, where's A-You?"

Under the bicycle shed.

Five people each found a bicycle to sit on, holding breakfast, sharing cigarettes and drinks, and cursing while talking.

When female students and teachers passed by, the five would turn their profiles to let their bangs find the wind direction.

They were more cultured than hooligans, yet softer than hooligans.

Preparing to block someone, yet they hadn't even figured out what the person looked like.

However, their mouths didn't stop. The four were surrounding A-Can, who had the most money, flattering him while helping A-Can imagine a beautiful future with Zhou Yunyun.

Above the shed.

Lin Shu You held the paint palette in his left hand and the brush in his right, applying his face makeup.

Earlier in the dormitory, a conflict had almost broken out.

The reason it didn't was, first, the other side was a bit cowardly when they saw there were many people here, and second, Lin Shu You's persuasion.

However, Lin Shu You's purpose in persuading them wasn't to resolve the conflict, but to resolve it in his own way.

Because, although Xiao Yuan Ge wasn't in the dormitory at the time, he was.

He was sitting at Brother Bin's desk, starting the torment of solving problems for the day. He had just gotten a clue and seemed to have found a feeling, when shouting and kicking at the door came from outside.

Li Zhuiyuan giving Lin Shu You problems was to get him into a state of contemplation, to slowly train him, and then through him, execute experiments on a series of Yin gods like the Bai He Master Master Tongzi.

It could be said that no matter whether Lin Shu You could solve the problems or not, it wouldn't change Li Zhuiyuan's plan; he only needed Lin Shu You's attitude, which was considered warming him up.

But in Lin Shu You's eyes, this was a test given to him by the Dragon King!

Only by passing the test could he gain Xiao Yuan Ge's recognition and obtain further opportunities.

Therefore, these five people who came to find trouble and interrupt his state of thinking were, in Lin Shu You's eyes, enemies of the development plan of all the officials in the temples of his hometown!

Then, let them bear the wrath of the officials.

Face makeup complete.

Lin Shu You's eyes turned gloomy.

His figure descended and landed under the shed.

The five people who were still chatting were immediately startled.

"What the hell is this!"

"An opera singer?"

"Scaring people in broad daylight!"

"Let me see what the hell he is—is he a man or a woman?"

One of them walked toward Lin Shu You proactively, with a mocking smile, wanting to touch his face makeup.

Lin Shu You grabbed his wrist.

"Huh?" The man exerted force, but not only did he not break free, he didn't even cause the slightest sway, as if fixed by pliers.

"Crack!"

The arm broke.

"Ah!!!"

The man knelt on the ground, screaming.

"Bang!"

Lin Shu You kneed him in the face, his face instantly collapsed, and he fell backward to the ground.

Under the three-step praise, Lin Shu You came to another person. The opponent was sitting on a bicycle, and Lin Shu You kicked over.

"Crack!"

The lower leg broke.

"Ah!!!"

Then, pushing the bicycle, the bicycle quickly tipped over, and the other three were also dragged down to the ground.

Lin Shu You walked over one by one, either hands or feet, randomly breaking the limbs except for the neck.

After breaking the limbs, only A-Can remained.

"You... you you... don't come over... don't come over!"

Those who are truly blooded in society won't become bullies who gang up to bully others.

As for the hooligans in school, because the people they bully are more obedient and weaker, they are even less presentable.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Ah ah ah!!!"

Lin Shu You crippled A-Can's right arm and left leg.

Turning around, he planned to start the second round.

The two with broken feet were still crawling on the ground.

And the two with only broken hands had already stood up, crying and shouting to escape.

The corners of the face makeup curved into an arc.

The Yin god was originally a ghost king of the past, not a benevolent good man or woman. Lin Shu You, influenced by the Yin god's personality, now only felt a heartfelt joy in his heart.

It seemed that some kind of taboo constraint was being broken step by step.

He longed for more screams and wails.

Under the three-step praise, his figure flashed, and like an eagle, he pinched the back of the necks of the two fleeing people. "Bang!"

The two were pressed to the ground by him, their faces having an intimate contact with the cement floor.

Lin Shu You moved his arms, letting the faces and blood of the two draw on the ground.

He only applied face makeup, didn't start the spirit possession.

But even if it was just him with face makeup, he possessed the skill to dodge bullets.

Dealing with these five "melancholic" boys was effortless.

"Master Master Tongzi, stop!"

Outside the wall where the shed was located, Tan Wenbin's shouting came.

He didn't show his face, nor did he shout "A-You."

As the son of a criminal police officer, he had this bit of family heritage.

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Lin Shu You paused, then continued to exert force with both hands.

"Master Master Tongzi, I told you to stop!"

Tan Wenbin increased his volume, and his voice was deeper and more serious.

Lin Shu You's eyes revealed unwillingness and anger.

Just as he was about to continue exerting force with both hands, his left hand suddenly lost control and slashed at his own face. The face makeup he had just drawn revealed a flaw.

Lin Shu You's eyes returned to clarity.

He stood up, kicked the two people under him away with two feet, then pressed his center of gravity down, preparing to jump onto the shed.

Tan Wenbin outside the wall said: "Jump to the building opposite."

Lin Shu You immediately changed his position. In front was a five-story staff dormitory building. He jumped up, then used both hands and feet, under the gaze of the five people on the ground below, passed through the outer wall at a very fast speed, reached the roof, and then disappeared.

Tan Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief. In this way, when those five little idiots give their statements, they will describe to the police:

A person in black with face makeup descended from the sky, beat them up, and then "whoosh" flew onto the wall top and disappeared.

In this way, the statement would be polluted beyond recognition.

Ignoring the groans and cries for help from across the wall, Tan Wenbin walked back to the dormitory, went upstairs, and pushed open the dormitory door.

Lin Shu You was sitting at the desk, holding a pen in his right hand, gnawing on his left fingernails.

His face was wet, and traces of paint remained on the corners of his face.

Tan Wenbin pulled out his towel and threw it on his face.

"Wipe it clean."

"Okay." Lin Shu You immediately started wiping.

"Have the people in your dormitory seen your opera costume?"

"No."

"Next time you encounter such a thing, you must get my consent before you take action, understand?"

"Yes."

Lin Shu You nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Tan Wenbin took a breath and suggested: "Why don't you just draw the face makeup on again? It's more convenient for us to communicate."

Lin Shu You immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum.

Tan Wenbin picked up a banana, peeled it, and took three consecutive bites.

"Brother Bin, these problems are so hard. How do you do them on weekdays?"

"That's how I do them."

"Huh? Brother Bin, you're really amazing; you can understand such complex things."

"It doesn't matter if I don't understand; Xiao Yuan Ge will tailor secret methods for me."

Lin Shu You: "..."

Tan Wenbin glanced at the suitcase: "You continue doing the problems. If Xiao Yuan Ge comes back, just say my mom brought some things for Zhou Yunyun's family, and I went to deliver them."

"Okay, Brother Bin, good luck."

"Good luck your head."

"Sister-in-law is a very good person, very gentle."

"Huh, I felt something was wrong yesterday. Have you communicated with her?"

"No, no, how is that possible!"

"Why are you so nervous?"

"No, not nervous~"

"I haven't reached that stage with her."

Before finishing the river journey with Xiao Yuan Ge and avenging Zheng Haiyang, he didn't want to consider these things.

But he couldn't use this as an excuse, or simply make up a reason to let her wait for him.

"By the way, when Xiao Yuan Ge comes back later, you should proactively confess your crimes."

"Crimes?"

"Acting without orders is a team taboo."

"Can I... can I join the team?"

"You can dream on."

Tan Wenbin rubbed Lin Shu You's hair hard until he rubbed it into a chicken nest, then pointed to the answer sheet:

"Don't think about writing the perfect answer; you don't have that level. Write as much as you can think of. Xiao Yuan Ge doesn't want your answer; he wants your attitude."

Lin Shu You suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment.

Tan Wenbin pushed the suitcase and left the dormitory, came to the shop, and picked up the phone.

Runsheng was squatting behind the counter, fiddling with a color TV and a VCR, with a stack of videotapes placed beside him, all gangster movies.

Tan Wenbin: "Yo, you've been holding back for a long time, haha, now you have something to watch."

Runsheng smiled. He had indeed wanted to watch movies for a long time, but he still said: "They are all second-hand."

Tan Wenbin: "Why not buy new ones? It's not like you can't afford them."

Runsheng shook his head: "I have to save money to buy a pickup truck."

"When are you buying it?"

"Soon. Mengmeng is preparing to sign up for a driving school. Which one did you sign up for?"

"The one next to the school. Students have a promotional price, and you can get priority for driving practice and exams."

"Is it hard to get a driver's license?"

"Not hard, just spend some time practicing." Tan Wenbin took out his wallet, pulled out the note, and prepared to dial the number.

Runsheng pointed outside and said: "Just now, people from the security department and the infirmary came and carried away the few with broken hands and feet."

"Yes, Lin Shu You did it. They came to the dormitory to find me."

"Xiao Yuan..."

"Xiao Yuan Ge is not in the dormitory."

"You should have cleaned it up more cleanly." Runsheng picked up a rag and wiped his hands, "Will they come again?"

"They're in such a state, how would they dare? Students from another school came to our school to find trouble; do you think the security department is just eating for free?"

Runsheng didn't say anything more and continued to fiddle with his VCR.

Tan Wenbin dialed the phone, and the dormitory aunt answered on the other end.

It is said that some schools with very good conditions will install a phone in every dormitory, but that is a very small minority. After all, the price of installing a phone is very expensive nowadays.

After reporting the dormitory number and name of the person he was looking for, Tan Wenbin originally thought there would be a waiting period, but the dormitory aunt on the other end said directly:

"Zhou Yunyun? Zhou Yunyun was just sent to the hospital."

Tan Wenbin's heart "thumped" immediately, and he asked hurriedly: "What happened to her?"

The other end hesitated for a moment and said:

"Anyway, she went to the hospital; as for the rest, I don't know either."

"Which hospital?"

"The Sixth Hospital."

Tan Wenbin hung up the phone, his expression grave.

"Something happened?" Runsheng looked back at Tan Wenbin.

"Runsheng, help me make a call, Dormitory 519, look for Xiao Wang. You are a colleague of her father."

Runsheng picked up the phone, dialed while asking: "Who is Xiao Wang?"

"There's a high probability there's someone surnamed Wang in their dormitory."

The call went through, and Runsheng repeated Tan Wenbin's previous words.

Afterward, Runsheng moved the receiver away: "There really is someone surnamed Wang. She went to the dormitory to call someone to answer the phone."

Tan Wenbin took the receiver, waited for a while, and a girl's voice came from the other end, seemingly with a crying tone:

"Hello, may I ask which uncle is this?"

"Hello classmate, I'm a friend of Zhou Yunyun. Did something happen to her?"

"Yunyun she, Yunyun she... Wu Wu Wu Wu..."

Tan Wenbin took a deep breath and bit his lip.

"Please tell me, what happened to Zhou Yunyun, okay? You can cry later."

"Yunyun she wasn't feeling well this morning, and just now she acted like she had gone crazy, shouting not to tear her skin, not allowing anyone to get close to her, and drove all the rest of us out of the dormitory. Just now, the counselor and the school infirmary doctor broke down the door and forcibly took her away and sent her to the hospital, Wu Wu Wu Wu..."

"The Sixth Hospital, right?"

"Yes."

The Sixth Hospital mainly treats mental illnesses.

From a realistic perspective, a university student being sent to this kind of hospital, if not handled properly, could have a serious impact on her future.

From a non-realistic perspective, this symptom... clearly carries something strange, as if influenced by dirty things.

The dormitory aunt's hesitation earlier clearly also thought so.

Is a new wave coming?

Impossible. According to Xiao Yuan Ge's theory, it couldn't be this fast.

So that is to say, Zhou Yunyun simply encountered some dirty things as an individual case?

But no matter what, he couldn't ignore it.

"Runsheng, Zhou Yunyun had an accident, the non-normal kind."

Runsheng heard this, bent down, took out a bulging mountaineering bag from under the counter, and carried it directly on his back.

"Let's go, let's go ask Xiao Yuan, and we'll go together."

Li Zhuiyuan returned to the dormitory, glanced at Lin Shu You's answer sheet, saw that he had already written quite a few things, and nodded.

Then he poured himself a glass of water, and just as he was about to sit back at his desk, Lin Shu You turned around to face him and said very formally:

"Xiao Yuan Ge, I have sinned."

Li Zhuiyuan finished listening to Lin Shu You's narration.

He asked:

"Is the person dead?"

"No, not dead, just broken hands and feet."

"Oh."

Li Zhuiyuan responded, took a sip of water, and sat back at his desk.

Lin Shu You blinked. He felt Xiao Yuan Ge's reaction was a bit too flat, as if he didn't care at all.

Scratching his head, Lin Shu You suddenly realized that he should have belonged to the "completely indifferent sequence" before.

Now, he should have progressed to caring a little bit? Even if... just a tiny bit?

Li Zhuiyuan opened the "Zhuiyuan Secret Scroll."

Yesterday he only recorded the big fish incident, ignoring the extensions and reflections.

Normal summary and conclusion are simple, but the problem now is, through the white glove conjecture, he feels he should prepare something in advance.

If one doesn't have long-term concerns, one will have immediate worries. If one only knows how to answer questions, it would be too mechanical and dogmatic.

He needs more substitution of the question-setter's thinking.

Is blindly pursuing absolute perfection really a good thing?

What will be the consequences of solving events cleanly every time?

Will it secretly calculate his performance score very high and then include it in the hidden difficulty of the next wave?

And is it possible that overly excellent performance every time will trigger the weakening of the white glove in advance?

Li Zhuiyuan's eyes revealed contemplation.

He is considering one thing:

Score control.

Perhaps, when the next wave comes, he can try to operate it.

If he can explore the rules and succeed, then his future self will not only be able to choose the question type independently but also regulate the difficulty of that question type.

This is definitely a path that no previous river-walking person has ever imagined.

Moreover, if this step is achieved, there are higher layers upon layers above it.

Until the final one, which is what Li Zhuiyuan himself truly wants to pursue:

I will set the questions for myself and test myself.

But these are still too far away.

The first wave was solved in advance, and the second wave was solved even earlier. Theoretically, as long as he doesn't actively trigger it, there is still a long time before the third wave arrives.

During this period, he plans to do two things.

First, initially tune the Bai He Master Master Tongzi and design a basic ghost-controlling technique for Zhuangzhuang.

Second, complete a new round of iteration for team equipment.

Actually, everyone having a mountaineering bag and a set of supplies and equipment is already much more standardized than before, but it's not enough.

It's not necessary for everyone to carry the same set of things, but on the basis of retaining the basic quota, everyone can carry out targeted equipment according to their own needs.

For example, Runsheng's Yellow River shovel can be remade into a new one, stronger, more durable, and more suitable for the exertion of his characteristics.

Yin Meng's exorcism whip can be customized to facilitate her poisoning, and some wild cooking utensils can also be carried by her to facilitate poison making.

Tan Wenbin... a container for ghosts should be obtained.

In addition, should a set of clothing and boots more suitable for field operations be customized? Unify the dressing style?

Actually, there is one more thing Li Zhuiyuan needs to do. Yu Xuzi left so many array fragments that need to be completed by him using the "Evil Book."

Yu Xuzi's attainments in high-level large arrays are average; what he is good at is creating many mysteries in small arrays, which is just suitable for Li Zhuiyuan's actual use.

Because in most cases, if you want to set up a high-level large array, a few people are far from enough; you need at least a construction team.

New equipment and clothing designs can be asked of A-Li to help. Now A-Li is drawing the big fish and Yu Xuzi. After she finishes drawing, there will be things to do again.

You can't play chess all day, and A-Li is not suitable for going to crowded places, so Li Zhuiyuan likes the feeling of working with A-Li. The two cooperate and complete things one by one, which is really satisfying.

Li Zhuiyuan took out a notebook and started listing materials.

Just after writing, the dormitory door was pushed open, and Tan Wenbin and Runsheng walked in, Tan Wenbin still panting.

"Xiao Yuan Ge, Zhou Yunyun had an accident."

"What happened?"

Tan Wenbin quickly said the news he learned on the phone.

"Oh."

Li Zhuiyuan responded, handed the notebook to Runsheng: "Runsheng Ge, go and prepare the materials above. Also notify Mengmeng, let her make a separate list of the medicinal properties and storage conditions of some commonly used poisons for me."

"Okay." Runsheng took the notebook and then naturally took off the mountaineering bag.

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at Lin Shu You.

Runsheng handed the mountaineering bag to Lin Shu You.

Lin Shu You felt that happiness came too suddenly, and hurriedly took the bag and carried it on his back.

"Brother Binbin, let's go, let's go to the Sixth Hospital."

When the three went downstairs together and walked toward the school gate, Tan Wenbin asked somewhat worriedly: "Xiao Yuan Ge, could this be the third wave?"

"No." Li Zhuiyuan shook his head, "That would be too fast; it doesn't fit its aesthetics."

The question-setter has his own restraint.

He can set traps in the questions, be ingenious, and twist and turn, but he will never use high-frequency question sea tactics to crush you.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Brother Binbin, you don't have to blame yourself for thinking you implicated her. It should be that her own luck was bad, she encountered dirty things, and fortunately, she met you and just happened to meet you again. You are her lucky star."

After saying these words, Li Zhuiyuan exhaled lightly. Clearly, he had said these words with great difficulty, pain, and even disgust.

However, he finally forced himself to say them.

Hearing this, Tan Wenbin nodded, and the expression on his face suddenly relaxed.

Ever since he received the call, he had been absent-minded, worried that Zhou Yunyun had encountered misfortune because she had gotten closer to him.

Lin Shu You, carrying the mountaineering bag, tilted his head in the back. He envied Xiao Yuan Ge's gentleness toward Brother Bin.

Since it had been determined to be an isolated accidental event, there was no need for everyone to move out.

And for that kind of evil spirit that can possess and might be invisible, Runsheng's role is not as good as Lin Shu You, who can open vertical pupils. At least, Lin Shu You can be used as a radar.

In addition, it was also because he was worried that if Runsheng was there, Lin Shu You wouldn't have a chance to perform, which would be detrimental to his acquisition of experimental data and would affect the progress of the secret method he designed for Binbin.

Zhuangzhuang's role is irreplaceable, but the lack of Zhuangzhuang's basic strength is undoubtedly a short board of the team at the moment, which must be made up for him.

Therefore, from the perspective of the reasonable development of the whole team, some risks must be taken.

The three got into a taxi and rushed directly to the Sixth Hospital.

Although the Sixth Hospital mainly treats mental illnesses, it is also a general hospital, not as strict and isolated from outsiders as a traditional psychiatric hospital.

Just as the three entered the hospital gate and hadn't walked into the hospital building, many exclamations came from around, and many figures appeared on the roof.

Look up.

A girl in a hospital gown stepped barefoot onto the edge of the roof.

Her shoulder-length hair was blown messily by the wind, and the girl's face was full of tear stains, like a frightened little deer, her body swaying back and forth, as if she could jump down at any time.

She looked back at the medical staff running up behind her from time to time, but she probably wasn't looking at them, because every time she looked back, her body would tremble, as if she had seen some kind of horror.

"Zhou Yunyun?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 124 =====