Start a Dome

Gollum.

I don't know who swallowed hard, the scene in front of me is simply a replica of the god of death.

Reaching out to wipe the blood off his face, Xia Mo took a deep breath.

The moment the ceiling fan fell, he blocked the ceiling fan with his dead air, so it was impossible for Mr. Tsuruta to die.

However, he still died.

Half of his face was cut off, and most of the blood was sprayed on his body, as if trying to disgust him on purpose.

Xia Mo admitted that he was indeed disgusted, that such a thing happened on the first day of school, the woman Yuan Qiye was really upset and kind.

The strange thing is that none of these students wanted to escape from the classroom even though such a horrible thing had happened.

They trembled, buried their heads on the table, and stared at the textbooks on the table.

Puzzled, he frowned, just as Xia Mo pushed away the corpse that was pressing on him, and was about to go out to wash off the blood on his body.

"You'd better not go out."

The girl's voice sounded, but when Xia Mo looked over, everyone lowered their heads.

"why?"

He said in a puzzled way.

However, no one came to answer his doubts.

Simply, the movement here was still discovered.

It was the teacher in the next class. After hearing the noise, he immediately ran out to check the situation, and then saw such a bloody scene.

Soon, Chunchuan Yingjiu arrived.

Chapter 120 - The Fujiwara Family

Standing at the door of the classroom, looking at Xia Mo covered in blood, Chunchuan Yingjiu frowned.

"What the hell is going on?"

Xia Mohan asked with a straight face. Although the rancid smell on his body was negligible, two people died when he first came to school, which made him feel like he was being calculated.

Without answering Xia Mo's question, Chunchuan Yingjiu turned around and said, "Maji, before the forensic doctor comes, check the wounds of these two people first."

A girl came out from behind Chunchuan Yingjiu. The girl stepped into the door of Class [-] classroom without hesitation, and then squatted halfway beside the boy's body.

Soon, she got up and came to the podium to check the body of the dead man.

"The cause of death for both of them was the ceiling fan. One was directly cut off by the ceiling fan, and the other was pierced between the eyebrows by the screw that popped out of the ceiling fan when it was spinning at high speed."

Raising her head, the girl with full bangs, ponytails and a tear mole on her face looked at Chunchuan Yingjiu expressionlessly: "I told you a long time ago that I want you to change classrooms, but you didn't listen."

Smiling awkwardly, Chunchuan Yingjiu blinked at Xia Mo, signaling Xia Mo to come out first.

Walking out of the classroom with the girl, Xia Mo was just about to say something, but Chunchuan Yingjiu said, "Maji, how about a more detailed analysis?"

Frowning, the girl called Mo Ji said: "Teacher Tsuruta's death time is preliminarily speculated to be two o'clock in the morning yesterday. The body showed obvious rigor, with strangle marks on the neck. The earliest cause of death was asphyxiation."

"The time of death...was yesterday?"

A little dumbfounded, Chunchuan Yingjiu felt goosebumps behind her when she thought that she had just talked with Tsuruta.

"Where's the other body?"

"The corpse in front of the classroom guessed that the time should be a few minutes ago, but it's a little strange..."

"The muscles of his whole body were completely shattered, as if he had swung a punch comparable to a boxer with the body of a child."

"Because he didn't get effective exercise, coupled with the difference in physical fitness, after he threw this punch, his body completely collapsed."

The girl tilted her head and looked at Xia Mo: "Before he died, was he planning to run out of the classroom?"

Being watched by the girl like this, Xia Mo nodded.

"While running, his muscles reached the limit of what he could bear, and finally collapsed completely."

"Thankfully, if it wasn't for the screw, his head would have exploded like a broken watermelon."

Chunchuan Yingjiu's face twitched: "Then don't you have to thank that screw?"

If it wasn't for that deadly screw, the boy's head would explode like a watermelon, and Xia Mo's face would be splashed with brains and the like.

He frowned, wondering if it was his illusion, he always felt that the other party was deliberately disgusting him.

The police were very fast. They surrounded the classrooms of the second and third groups, preventing any teachers and students from approaching.

The bell rang for the end of class, and all the other students in get out of class three were called to the empty classroom by Chunchuan Yingjiu alone, and a specialized psychologist was counseling them.

However, everyone's face was numb, and they seemed to have seen ghosts.

What made Xia Mo a little concerned was that among the group of policemen, he actually felt the fluctuation of spiritual power.

The fluctuation of spiritual power emanated from a white-haired girl with a ball head. The girl was wearing a school uniform, but she was able to enter and leave the classroom of Class [-] at will without hindrance.

"It's a girl from the Fujiwara family."

"The Fujiwara family?"

Leaning against the wall, watching the police put the bodies of the two on the shelf after collecting evidence, Chun Chuan Yingjiu said: "That is a family of Yin and Yang comparable to the Yuan family, and that little girl is the young man of the Fujiwara family. Forever."

Stretching out her hand, she touched the black blood on the ground, and the pupils of the girl with the ball head shone with a light blue light.

She turned her head subconsciously and looked at the empty seat in the middle where no one was sitting.

That empty space, like a vortex, has endless attraction.

Subconsciously, she had an urge to sit on that empty seat.

Shaking her head vigorously, suppressing this weird thought, the girl with the ball head got up and walked towards Xia Mo and Chunchuan Yingjiu.

"How about it?"

Chunchuan Yingjiu asked anxiously.

"Ms. Tsuruta...his wife just called and surrendered."

"Surrender?"

"Well, it seems that because of some conflicts last night, his wife killed him by mistake."

"In order to dispose of the corpse, she cut her husband's corpse into pieces and threw them to stray cats and dogs on the side of the road."

"However, to her horror, in the morning, her husband, who had been dismembered by her, greeted her as if nothing happened."

Taking out a handkerchief and wiping off the blood on her fingertips, the girl with white hair tied into a ball said, "It's not an evil spirit or a monster, even I didn't see a single bit of blood left on the two corpses." Spiritual power and resentment."

"So, maybe it's a youkai that can manipulate time?"

"This can explain why there is no remaining spiritual power, right? Because he died last night, the spiritual power has long since dissipated."

The ball-headed girl shook her head: "It is impossible to have that kind of monster. Manipulating time requires a huge price. Even the legendary Onmyoji is incapable of manipulating time."

"Is it......"

Just when Chunchuan Yingjiu was having a headache, Chunchuan Moji walked over with a clean school uniform.

"Come."

The girl handed Xia Mo a clean suit jacket.

At this moment, Chunchuan Yingjiu gently pressed her hand on Xia Mo's shoulder.

"Xia Mo, do you want to try to sit on that empty seat later?"

Frowning, Xia Mo patted Chunchuan Yingjiu's hand on his shoulder: "Before I agree, you have to answer my question first."

"Principal Yingjiu, what is going on with that empty seat?"

......

Because someone died in class three, the students in class three were in another classroom in the afternoon.

It was a very spacious and large classroom that could accommodate fifty or sixty people.

The seats are spread out, and the students seem to avoid that empty seat on purpose, staying far away from that seat.

"That empty seat... I think it's in the middle?"

Most of the seats in the middle were vacant, only a few students sat there.

Putting the schoolbag on the empty seat in the middle, Xia Mo sat down.

According to Chunchuan Yingjiu, that vacant seat was tied to the entire third class.

Therefore, no matter how they change classrooms, the vacancy still exists. Only when they graduate from this school can they completely escape the curse of vacancy.

Sitting on the chair, Xia Mo looked around, but didn't feel anything special.

At this moment, his shoulder was patted lightly.

Chapter 120 - The Pure White Man

"You don't want to die, you dare to sit in this position?!"

The owner of the hand looked at Xia Mo in horror, as if she had seen something incredible.

"Didn't you also sit next to this empty seat?"

It's not just the girls, the four students around the vacant seat didn't stay away from the vacant seat like everyone else.

The girl shook her head and sighed: "Even if you stay away from it, it's useless."

"Because according to the rules, the people sitting in the front, back, left, and right sides of this empty seat are the safest."

"After all, rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests."