Twilight Speaker

Chapter 3 A hot potato

"Teacher Lin, my sister has just made great contributions to the college, why are you searching us?"

There was no change in Chen Xin's expression. He had a flattering smile on his face, but his heart was beating wildly.

The middle-aged man in dark clothes raised his eyelids and said impatiently:
"All relevant personnel near the crash site of the hovercraft will be searched, not just you. We will immediately launch a cleanup operation for the entire Eighth Ring Road. Do you think the blocking of the twelve bridges is just to stop those rioters?"

Colossus Academy is a school, but it is also more than just a school.

Even the ruling department of the eighth ring has to look at the face of the academy. A school that masters extraordinary subjects is a behemoth wherever it goes.

Rather than being a school, it is more like a 'mountain gate' from ancient times.

As he spoke, the middle-aged man looked towards the door and frowned slightly.

Chen Xin didn't notice it, he just responded, bending his back a little lower, with despair in his eyes.

How could he have imagined there would be a search?

Who could have imagined it would come so soon?
The wooden box
Just as his heart was pounding, the door opened and his younger brother, carrying a schoolbag, stood there blankly with a clear yet stupid look in his eyes.

"Brother, why are you back again? I was just about to go to the library in Building 9. Who is this?"

Chen Xin's lips turned slightly pale, and he reluctantly introduced:

"This is Master Lin Yulang from the Colossus Academy. I'm here for a routine search."

"Colossus Academy!!"

Chen Xiang's pupils dilated and his mouth slightly opened, as if he had heard something unimaginable. His breathing became noticeably rapid, and his chest rose and fell, as if he was uneasy:
"My name is Chen Xiang, I'm eighteen years old, the third child in my family, and I've met Master Lin!"

He saluted hurriedly, but his eyes were fixed on the sturdy middle-aged man, as if shining and admiring.

The middle-aged man straightened his back, coughed twice, and said reservedly:

"Well, young man, Chen Shaoyan is quite sensible. Is he going to send you here? Well, you don't have the foundation, so you are not suitable to be a student. Come back and be my assistant teacher."

Chen Xin's expression suddenly froze, and he began to stutter:

"Teacher Linlin, didn't we agree to enroll at that time?"

Lin Yulang smiled:
"I don't think it's very suitable, but it's smart. Why, you don't like it?"

Chen Xin's face turned even paler, but Chen Xiang nodded desperately. The light in his eyes became brighter, filled with longing for the future:
"Can I really stay with Master Lin?"

"You are more sensible than your brother in just one sentence." The middle-aged man nodded calmly, glanced at the thick and large schoolbag Chen Xiang was carrying, and was about to speak.
But Chen Xiang suddenly put down his schoolbag, unzipped it, and smiled honestly:

"Routine search. Master Lin, take a look at my bag first!"

As he spoke, he turned the bag upside down and tipped it over. A few books fell out, but more seemed to be stuck and not all fell out.

Lin Yulang casually rummaged through Chen Xiang's schoolbag, and after making sure that there was no problem, he waved his hand and said warmly:

"Okay, go do your own thing. When you get to school, you can say my name, Lin Yulang."

"Yes, Lord Lin!"

Chen Xiang put away the scattered books with ease, bent down and made a simple gesture. His home was on the second floor, and the elevator was at the other end of the living plaza.

It was a bit far to walk there, so he turned directly into the stairwell and walked quickly downstairs, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Xiang did not dare to delay and ran around to the alley on the side of the skyscraper. A dirty little girl about ten years old was standing there obediently, holding a square object covered with black cloth.

A few fat rats that were bigger than vicious cats ran by. She was so scared that she was shaking, but she didn't move and just stood there.

"Prime Minister's big pot." The dirty little girl spoke foolishly with a bright smile on her face.

"It's Chen Xiang."

Chen Xiang emphasized it again helplessly and pulled the little girl deeper into the alley. The two figures had just disappeared when Lin Yulang's head popped out from the window of Chen Xiang's house on the second floor.

After taking two glances, he smiled meaningfully, then retracted his head in disgust.

In a sense, the Eighth Ring Road is the slum of the Great City, and these shabby alleys in the shadow of prosperity are the slums within the slums.

Even the dogs don't go in.

At the same time, deep in the alley, Chen Xiang took the wooden box from Sha Ya's hand, his palms sweating.

"Did you pass it?"

His eyes were extremely deep:
"Did you really pass it again?"

Poor people come from bad places, and naturally there is no lack of intrigue and deception. However, the upper class wears suits, holds champagne, and stabs people in the back during a polite handshake.

As for the inferior people like them, they would bare their teeth, show their fangs, and act viciously, biting off a piece of bloody flesh from the opponent with their yellow teeth.

In terms of meanness, the former may be more despicable, but in terms of cruelty, the latter is more vicious.

The most crucial thing is that the social environment of this world is inherently vicious and extremely dangerous. Those who can "stand out" in such a situation are definitely not simple characters.

So, is Lin Yulang really that easy to fool?

For example, there is no doubt that the elder sister got herself a student admission quota, so why did the other party change it to a so-called "teaching assistant"?
Why bother?
Chen Xiang didn't understand.

He carefully recalled every detail that had just happened, and only after he was sure that he had not revealed any flaws or clues did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Prime Minister's Cauldron!"

The silly nine-year-old girl raised her head and smiled foolishly.

Chen Xiang came back to his senses, stroked the girl's head, and said seriously:
"Silly girl, thank you."

Silly girl just smiled foolishly.

I don’t know what this girl’s name is, and she seems to be born mentally retarded, so I’ve always called her Sha Ya.

One afternoon, Chen Xiang saw the child eating mud in an alley. He gave him a piece of cake, and the two of them became acquainted.

Chen Xiang once again lifted the black cloth and carefully examined the square wooden box, which was about two palms long, wide and high.

There was an image of a giant engraved on the wooden box, as well as some incomprehensible patterns and designs, but the strange thing was that he did not see any cracks on the wooden box, so it seemed impossible to open it?

Chen Xiang held the not-so-heavy wooden box and shook it. There was a crashing sound from inside. It probably contained two or three small objects.
What will it be?
Chen Xiang's breathing became a little faster.

Just by reporting the news about the wooden box, you can get a million-dollar reward!
What will you get if you return the wooden box?
And how precious is the thing in the wooden box?
He tried to open the wooden box but failed. He picked up a large stone from the ground and smashed it several times, causing his hands to hurt, but the wooden box remained intact.

Yes, the hovercraft exploded, but there was no crack on the box.
"Prime Minister's pot!" The silly girl asked innocently: "What are you doing?"

As she spoke, she sniffed her nose:
"Do you want to bleed from the blood box as well?"

"Blood box?"

Chen Xiang was obviously stunned.

"Yes, yes!" The silly girl raised her little head, her dirty face full of confusion: "Just like that big sister that day, bleeding from the blood box!"

Chen Xiang frowned and asked carefully. After listening to the silly girl's stumbling answers, he finally understood.

According to Sha Ya, she once saw an older sister drip blood on a similar wooden box, and then the wooden box opened, so she called the box the blood box.

As for who that "big sister" was and where she met her, Sha Ya couldn't explain it clearly.

According to Sha Ya's description, Chen Xiang carefully examined the wooden box again. The giant engraved on it looked like an old man standing upright, with his hands on his abdomen, forming a round hole.

The place where blood dripped?

Any blood will do, or is it blood recognition?
Chen Xiang looked around for a moment, then pulled Shaya into the deepest part of the alley.

There was no one here all year round. The garbage that had been piled up for who knows how long and the dead bodies of hundreds of rats gave off a strong stench that made him dizzy and almost unable to stand.

On the contrary, Silly Girl was still smiling naively, as if she was not affected at all, but she was still a little timid, afraid of the fat rats that were gnawing and gnawing in the dark.

After studying the wooden box for a while,

Just as Chen Xiang was hesitating whether to drop a drop of blood into it, the cell phone rang urgently.

"Brother, I'm home, where are you now?"

It’s the eldest sister.

(End of this chapter)