dead child, ghost carrying coffin

A few people randomly found a place nearby to rest for the night, and a visitor suddenly came to visit at noon the next day.

Wang Shushan opened his mouth to explain.

"It's the principal of that school last night."

"In order to avoid people not believing our identities, I asked the capital to notify us on my behalf."

In such an official occasion, Hua Jiunan naturally wouldn't say much, everything was centered on Wang Shushan.

Hearing that the feng shui of his school had been vandalized, the grizzled headmaster was beyond shocked.

"This...how did this happen?!"

"In order to provide students with a better learning environment, I did accept investment and transformation from the Japanese side, but I really don't know that they have another purpose!"

Having said that, the old principal's face was full of remorse.

"'Nothing to be courteous is either rape or stealing', how could such a simple truth be forgotten...it's all my fault!"

"I'll go back and admit my mistakes to the organization, and I'm willing to take all the responsibilities...but I must expose the evil intentions of the pirates!"

Looking at the old principal's back full of vicissitudes, Wang Shushan and Hua Jiunan couldn't bear it.

But making a mistake is making a mistake, no matter whether it is intentional or unintentional, the ending can no longer be changed...

Even so, Wang Shushan hesitated for a moment and chased after him.

Put your mobile phone number in the hands of the old principal.

"Old sir, if you need to call me, I can prove that you were just deceived. It was not intentional."

The old principal was obviously immersed in remorse, and he didn't think about making excuses or finding reasons to evade responsibility.

He just mechanically took the note with the number on it, and didn't say a word.

The more he behaved like this, the more people in Huajiu Nan hated Dongying: the endless heads of thieves!

After a moment of silence, the restless Chen Dage said to Wang Shushan.

"Brother Shan, it turns out that you can also use a mobile phone."

Wang Shushan, who was "deeply trapped" in the hatred of the country and the family, was taken aback, and answered subconsciously.

"Yes, how could it not be."

"It's just that the signal is not good often, and you have to fly to a high place to answer the phone..."

While talking, Wang Shushan's phone rang suddenly, it was an unfamiliar local number.

"Hey, who are you? Can you hear me clearly?!"

"What? Can't hear you?!"

Then, Wang Shushan subconsciously used the secret flying technique unique to Confucianism: Shushan has a way.

The whole person floated into the air little by little.

In the blink of an eye, it was like a balloon that was not pulled, and it was tightly attached to the roof...

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Chen Daji muttered to himself.

"It turns out that gods call like this..."

After answering the call, Wang Shushan drifted back to his seat subconsciously.

"Junior Brother Jiu Nan, it's the old gentleman's call just now."

"But I'm not asking for my brother to testify for him to reduce the responsibility, but to tell me that in the village behind the school mountain, strange things have happened frequently recently, and many people have died."

"Please let's go and see if it has something to do with Dongying."

Hearing that the Japanese pirates were harming people again, Chen Daji immediately flew into a rage.

"Damn it, bully our family for not having any money?! Go, go and have a look now!"

"Catch one and let Xin take one away with his big head. Let's see if those stupid ones dare to come in the future!"

Hua Jiunan is cautious in handling things.

If they went there as ordinary people, many things would be inconvenient to investigate. The people of China are still very wary of outsiders.

It is best to go to the police station in the jurisdiction first to see the general process of the matter.

Wang Shushan is not only the honorary vice president of the Confucius Institute, but also works in special departments in China.

After contacting the local public security department, a response was quickly received.

About half an hour later, I heard sirens from downstairs.

This scene shocked some people who lived in the hotel together:

Chen Daji, who was lying by the window, saw a lot of disheveled men and women leaving in a hurry.

"Hahaha! Eighth Master, Eighth Master, look quickly, these coins must be made of broken shoes!"

The honest and friendly Da Chang Chong is not as gossipy as Mr. Chen, and he is not interested in the little things between men and women.

Just hearing the word "broken shoes" can't help but think of "little broken shoes"...embroidered shoes...little white shoes.

The nostalgic Chang Baye murmured subconsciously.

"I don't know what happened to Tengu God and Xiaobai..."

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

The three policemen arrived at the door of Hua Jiunan and the others' room with briefcases in their hands.

Outside the book: It will be adapted into a comic of the same name soon, please support us a lot.

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In addition, the author really did not expect that the book he wrote would be so popular. The original purpose was just to talk about what he knew.

Thank you all for your continued support.

This sentence is not empty. When I read everyone’s messages every day, I feel like old friends are chatting.

In fact, I thought about ending it when it was 150 million words, but I really couldn't bear it later.

Needless to say, my word count is out of the text.

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