Magic!

Duncan said angrily:

"In the next school year that is about to begin, Clown will have to be an academy student for another year before leaving! His reason is that he wants to participate in the Academy Star Competition. And he is also very interested in winning the championship!"

"What? 004 also wants to participate? That's weird." Subway rubbed his chin.

"That's not the most outrageous thing. Do you know who the two teammates he found are?" Duncan crossed his arms and puffed up.

"Who?" Russell asked.

"Brothers Bluebeard and Greenbeard!" Duncan said angrily, "Russell, I told you before, although they did not study in the academy, the academy awarded them the status of honorary graduates. I even went to check it out. After checking the rules, there is really no prohibition for honor graduates to compete as teammates of fourth-year students!”

"How's it going? Don't you think it's too much? The Supreme Council just finished fighting us, and they still want to come and participate in the college competition!" Duncan was very unhappy and asked several people at the table.

"But Mr. Principal, you also want to participate, right? I think this is quite strange." Russell originally wanted to say this, but he took it back.

"All in all, we must not let Joker's team win the championship! The prize is the championship team's right to ask me to do one thing!" Duncan slammed the table with his little hand and looked at Russell, Subway and Clara opposite. :

"Classmate Clara, you have just been suddenly promoted to the fourth grade. You are going to apply for a student loan to jump to the fourth grade. Are you going to take your two friends to compete?"

Clara tapped the tentacle at the top: "Yes, Mr. Principal."

"Then you have to perform well!" Mr. Principal encouraged the students who were about to compete.

"Then Mr. Principal, who do you want to team up with to participate in the Academy Star Competition?" Russell asked weakly.

This sentence sounds so strange... He secretly cursed.

The two teachers next to them who dared not speak for a long time heard that the principal was also going to participate in the Academy Star Competition. The corners of their mouths twitched violently, not knowing how to express their stance.

"I will find my teammates myself, you don't have to worry." Duncan waved his hand.

After seeing what was happening in front of him, Russell started talking about the next topic:

“The next problem is the followers of the Old Ones lurking in the academy.

"Klara was suddenly promoted just now because she felt the power of faith coming to her!"

Duncan looked at Clara:

"Can you feel where the power of faith coming toward you is coming from? This may be where the cultists are within the academy."

Clara shook the top tentacle:

"I can't feel the specific direction."

But she quickly added:

"But when I received the power of faith just now, I could vaguely see a little picture, which may help you locate those cultists... Well, although I call them cultists, they don't seem to be big bad guys. If you catch them If so, it’s best to be nice to them.”

As she spoke, Clara shook the colored crystal in her hand and used illusion magic to project several blurry images she saw when she received the power of faith.

Duncan and the two teachers looked at one blurry scene after another with solemn expressions.

"It turns out those cultists are hiding here." Duncan, who recognized one of the pictures, nodded slightly, immediately jumped up from the sofa and walked towards the door of the principal's office:

"Let's go there now!"

"Wait a minute, Mr. Principal, I have a question." One of the teachers who had been listening silently since just now raised his hand:

"Now that the school has discovered the location of the cultists of the Old Order, does it need to notify Greenbeard and his dozen or so elite investigators from the World Occult Congress?"

The principal stopped immediately, feeling embarrassed.

In name, the World Supernatural Council's investigative team came here mainly to investigate the old-time cultists' infiltration into the academy. The school had relevant clues and was obliged to inform them.

But now at this juncture, the relationship between both parties is very awkward.

"Actually, I think, compared to the Supreme Council, Clara's fans are much cuter." Russell commented based on his likes and dislikes.

Duncan circled around a few times, and after thinking for a while, he finally decided:

"We will conduct a preliminary investigation first, and then decide whether to notify them and what information to disclose based on the situation!"

Didi, beep, beep.

The phone on Duncan's desk rang.

"It's Greenbeard's call."

Duncan, who had seen the fragments of the future with his extrasensory perception in advance, changed his expression slightly, picked up the phone, and communicated with the captain of the investigation committee appointed by the World Supernatural Congress.

"What? Are you coming to the principal's office? Want to get information from Clara? Wait, wait, why do you suspect that Clara is connected to the Old Order? Oh, your brother Bluebeard is in the institute Did the hall tell you what he saw and heard?"

Duncan hung up the phone and spread his hands:

"There's no other way, let's reveal the news to them. Green Beard will come immediately with the investigating officer.

"Oh, yes, I want to become old as soon as possible."

…

In the residential areas of colleges and universities, many villas and gardens are vacant. This is because the number of students in the colleges and universities is not fixed at that time, and a certain share must be reserved.

Greenbeard led a dozen men and women in suits, together with Duncan, who had temporarily turned back into a gray-haired old man, Russell and Subway, and walked towards a villa on the edge of the accommodation area.

Most of the other investigators were guarding the garden outside the villa. Greenbeard took the most trusted members and followed the old principal Russell and Subway into the villa.

“According to the information provided by Clara, the cultists of the Old Order should have prayed to Clara here.

"If my guess is correct, the Old Day believers may have used this vacant villa as a temporary base to gather here. They usually disguise themselves as students or faculty members, and basically stay in the junior college, and then come to the higher college when needed. Party—after all, the High School is closer to Clara.”

Duncan speculated.

Since the college entered a state of alert and both the College of Higher Education and the Junior College were surrounded by protective barriers, the college specially built a large space tunnel to connect the two colleges. Any student can enter the space tunnel and quickly reach the other side.

This is also to encourage more exchanges between the two colleges, so that students in the junior college can learn from those super geniuses who stand at the top of the entire extraordinary world.

Considering that the junior college is much larger than the higher college, for students who usually move near the space tunnel, going to the higher college may take less time than going to the cafeteria or teaching building.

During this period, the Higher Court and the Junior Court often visited each other. This mechanism may have been exploited by the cultists.

"In this case, find them out quickly, Mr. Principal." The green beard next to him urged.

The old principal recited a few spells in a low voice, with a little starlight twinkling in his old but still bright eyes.

Astrology and numerology spells, scene retrieval!

In the originally empty living room, one blurry picture emerged one after another, and figures flashed past one after another, like a fast-playing movie, accompanied by many fragmentary fuzzy sounds.

This is a recreation of a scene from the past!

"The things have arrived!" The phantom of a girl wearing a cloak could not stop being ecstatic, looking at things not shown on the screen in her hand.

"Praise our God!" Several hazy figures knelt down to something that looked like a statue or an altar outside the screen, making kneeling movements one after another.

"Come on, I will definitely be able to draw the image of God today." In front of the table, a phantom was drawing on the paper on the table, with fanaticism written on his face.

"Our beliefs may not be understood by outsiders, but we still have each other!" Two vague voices hugged each other tightly.

"For our faith!" A male phantom, suspected of being a cultist, put his hand on his chest and made strange gestures.

"At 3 o'clock in the morning on July 13th, we will have another party here." A phantom stood in the center of the living room and announced loudly.

In addition, there are many phantoms holding vague objects that resemble idols in their hands, and holding objects similar to idols high above their heads.

There are also vague paintings posted on the wall by the phantom, which are probably paintings with religious significance. You can't see it now, but he must have been taken away by the cultists at the end of the party.

Many of the phantoms were dressed very strangely. Although it was difficult to see clearly due to the blurry image quality, their clothes clearly showed abnormally rich colors, and many of them covered their faces with masks or the like.

Some phantoms were distributing items that seemed to be badges to other phantoms.

After seeing these reenactments, Greenbeard was very excited:

"It seems they are indeed cultists. It just so happens that they will have another gathering in a few days!"

Altars, statues of gods, religious paintings, prayers and worship, fanatical gestures and movements, masks with insignias, what is this but a cultist?

With that said, Green Beard turned to the white-haired but energetic old principal:

"Mr. Principal, please cooperate with us and arrest the cultists on the 13th!"

The old principal waved his hand impatiently:

"Okay, okay, okay, it's all up to you."

Russell and Subway, who followed behind without speaking, looked at each other and narrowed their eyes at the same time.

"Speaking of which, Russell, I think those who meet the characteristics just mentioned are not necessarily cultists." Subway rubbed his chin and thought.

"I feel the same way." Russell also shrugged.

"By the way, Mr. Principal, is your retrospective projection not good enough? Why is the projection image so blurry?" Subway looked at the old principal again.

The old principal snorted angrily and glared at Subway:

"That's because they were partying at night and didn't turn on the lights!"

…

July 13th.

At close to 3 o'clock in the morning, some students from the Junior College walked out of the dormitory one after another, sneaking through the space tunnel leading to the Higher School and arriving at the Higher School.

Most of these clandestine officers were dressed in strange clothes, marched in the dark, and arrived at the vacant villa that had been inspected by the principal.

In the corner of the dark night, Greenbeard and the old principal had already lurked with their own men.

They seemed to have completely blended into the shadows and could not be discovered, watching one after another suspected cult members entering the vacant villa.

When no one came, a smile appeared on Greenbeard's face and he waved to the subordinates around him:

"Start arresting!"

Greenbeard and his subordinates joined forces to set up a restriction that surrounded the nearby area and prevented teleportation from leaving, and then quietly approached the villa.

On the other side, the old principal looked at Russell and Subway behind him: "Let's wait for the investigators from the World Supernatural Council to go in first."

"So why should we participate in this kind of thing? Catching cultists is not our job, right? We were not promised any rewards for the task." Russell asked doubtfully.

"Well, I asked to join in the fun. By the way, I invited you along." Subway explained.

Bang!

The door to the villa was violently kicked open.

The harsh light of flashlights and illumination spells illuminated the living room.

"All the cultists inside are not allowed to move!"

shouted the green-bearded man holding a bright flashlight.

The next moment, Green Beard's eyes froze.

I saw a large group of strangely dressed teenagers and girls in the living room of the villa.

Some of them were wearing cosplay costumes and colorful wigs; some were playing with the standing signs and badges in their hands. The patterns on the standing signs and badges seemed to be cartoon two-dimensional villains; some were holding glow sticks in their hands. ; Anime figures are placed on the table and floor.

There are many posters posted in the living room. The characters on each poster are different, but they are all cute characters in a two-dimensional style.

"ah?"

Green Beard was stunned for a moment, the scene in front of him was beyond his expectation!

Seeing a large group of people in suits and ties breaking into the house, all the boys and girls cast surprised and confused glances at the door.

"Excuse me, uncles and aunties, what can I do for you?"

One of the girls raised her hand and asked.

Greenbeard rubbed his eyes, and after repeatedly confirming that he had read correctly, he frowned and asked:

"Who are you? What do you want to do in this secret gathering?"

This large group of boys and girls looked at each other with confusion written on their faces.

After a few seconds, a boy answered:

"We are from an animation club in the college."

Another girl added:

"That's right, we heard that there was a vacant villa in the high school, so we used this place to have a party."

There was also a tall boy who apologized sincerely:

"Sorry, sorry, we used the vacant villa in the High Court without declaring it in advance. It's our fault!"

The corners of Green Beard's mouth twitched crazily, almost causing facial convulsions.

The expressions of the investigators he brought were equally wonderful.

"What the hell is going on here?" Green Beard was furious. Suddenly he remembered something and grabbed the tall boy's shirt:

"Stop pretending, I've seen your abnormal behavior during previous gatherings - such as showing a fanatical expression while saying 'things have arrived'!"

A girl attending the party next to her brought out a cardboard box:

"This should mean that the grain I bought has arrived. Uh, I mean the badges, standing plaques, cards and other things I customized have arrived."

As she spoke, the girl opened the cardboard box and found various cartoon-style badges, stand-ups and cards in the cardboard box.

"But didn't you also say, 'Praise our God'? You also worshiped the statue." Greenbeard didn't believe that he had made a mistake, and kept chasing after him.

A blush appeared on the other boy's face, and he rubbed his hands shyly:

"Well, this may not be easy to explain. As someone who is deeply two-dimensional, they sometimes worship me as a god. The statues of gods you are talking about should be the figures on the table, right?"

What do I recommend? What is the second dimension? What is a figure? Greenbeard wanted to ask this, but he could vaguely understand what the other party meant.

Greenbeard still didn't believe in evil, so he suddenly took away a girl's mobile phone and checked the content he was editing.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, you must not look at those things!" The girl yelled at Green Beard, about to snatch the phone from Green Beard's hand.

Green Beard was half a fourth grader, and he reacted very quickly. He easily dodged the girl who jumped at him.

snort! Is there really something wrong with this group of people? Seeing the girl's abnormal behavior, Green Beard secretly laughed in his heart, ordered a few of his men to stop the impulsive cultist, and quickly browsed the half-edited text on his phone.

As he watched, the smile on Green Beard's face solidified again.

It’s over, it’s over, all the drawings of my dream girl novel and contract have been read! The girl who just had her phone taken away was on the verge of crying.

After confirming that he could not understand the horrific content on the phone, but it seemed to have nothing to do with the cult, Greenbeard, who was greatly stimulated, threw the phone back to the girl.

"Mr. Captain, do we need to check the contents of their laptops?" Several investigators took away the laptops originally placed on the floor and table and asked Green Beard for instructions.

"Check it out." Green Beard said.

"No, no!" The living room was filled with screams.

Several boys and girls shed tears, hugged each other tightly, or beat the floor in the corner.

The investigators read out the contents of the files while looking at various files that were being opened or were being edited in the middle. The more they read, the stranger the expressions on their faces became.

After reciting 4 fanfics, amid the cries of many teenagers and girls, amid a large number of lamentations similar to "How could such a public execution be carried out?", amid the laughter of more teenagers and girls gloating over the misfortune, the chief With Greenbeard's trembling command of "Forget it, don't read it," the investigators handed the laptops back to the animation club members attending the party.

The faces of the investigators were also very blue, but they tried hard to keep their expressions straight out of professional necessity. They thought that they should ask their superiors for a salary increase or mental compensation when they went back. However, there were a few investigators who looked particularly excited. , there is a smile that cannot be concealed in his eyes.

"Mr. Captain, we may have made a mistake. They are really just a group of two-dimensional people." An investigator said to Green Beard.

Greenbeard waved:

"Okay, okay, we made a mistake this time, let's withdraw."

Green Beard left the villa with his subordinates. As he walked, he used the intercom to inform his friends, principal and others outside:

"It's a mistake, it's a mistake, it's just a group of two-dimensional people."

There was a brief silence in the room.

After a while, after confirming that the footsteps were completely gone and there seemed to be no one monitoring the area near the villa, cheers erupted in the living room.

"Great, those idiots in the World Supernatural Council didn't realize at all that we are the old believers who believe in Miss Clara!"