Invincible little uncle

Chapter 451 19. Red 4
In Xiaoxue, there were noises from the fencing hall from time to time. Xia Guang hurriedly found the security guard of the school and explained the discovery of blood in the snow by the lake.

The security guard hurriedly followed Xia Guang to the lake to check with a flashlight, but there was nothing in the snow, no blood, and nothing abnormal.

The security guards looked at the student who came to report strangely, and asked with an unkind expression, "Are you playing a prank?"

Xia Guang shook his head subconsciously: "No, there was blood here just now, maybe it was disposed of?"

"Huh, if you dispose of it, it will leave traces, but there are no traces at all here. Look for yourself, the snow is still fluffy, it's all fresh snow, and there are no traces of being touched at all."

"You should still be a freshman. Do this kind of meaningless report next time. It will waste our time and make you look good!"

"Go away!"

The security guards with flashlights left one after another, and Xia Guang was not discouraged. The straight black umbrella in his hand made a half arc, and then plunged into the snow. He squinted his eyes.

No class the next morning.

Xia Guang looked at the time, it was seven in the morning.

I took the train, got off at Sihai Hospital Station, bought a bag of thick and long bananas, and walked in.

He once glanced at the name of the red-clothed senior that day, and it was Zhao Yingling.

So, he went directly to the inpatient department, and asked in a well-behaved student's manner, "Which ward does senior sister Zhao Yingling live in, and I'll visit her."

"Zhao Yingling?"

The little nurse at the front desk of the inpatient department began to rummage through the records.

Xia Guang said again: "The cherry blossoms are the cherry blossoms, and the bells are the bells."

"Well, I'll keep watching"

The little nurse looked intently.

At this time, there was a voice calling for help from one of the wards, and the little nurse shouted "here" and ran away in a hurry.

Seeing her walk away, Xia Guang leaned forward almost at the same time, grabbed the hospital record book directly, read twenty lines at a glance, and flipped through it very quickly.

Suddenly, his hands stopped because he saw the name Zhao Yingling, which said Room 102 on the ninth floor.

At this moment, hurried footsteps came from the alleyway, Xia Guang hurriedly put the hospital record book back, pretending to be waiting quietly.

The little nurse was busy, so she returned at this time, and then continued to look through the record book.

Xia Guang pretended to look her in the eyes casually.

She should have turned to the page of the record, but her expression froze, then she shook her head and said, "Student, there is no such person as Zhao Yingling."

Xia Guang showed disappointment, and asked again: "Is there really no?"

The little nurse confirmed: "Really not."

"Well, thank you."

Xia Guang turned and left.

The nurse clearly saw Room 102 on the ninth floor, but she didn't tell herself that there was something wrong with the ninth floor.

He stood in the elevator and thought about it, and ordered the ninth floor.

The elevator went up, I don't know if it was an illusion, Xia Guang felt that the air became colder as it went up.

When we reached the ninth floor, there was darkness outside the crack of the door.

Snapped.
The elevator opened, and Xia Guang took a look inside. It was a normal floor, where the nurses were busy, but the exit was a bit dim.

He naturally went out, wanting to go in and have a look.

Just as he walked to the entrance of the aisle, a sword wind pierced towards him.

Xia Guang subconsciously lifted the bag of bananas.

The fruit bag was smashed, and the person who came was a man with long and narrow cheeks and a long sword in his hand.

"Killed people!"

Xia Guang had already thought of a routine.

The man was stunned when he saw that he was a student, "Who are you?"

"Isn't this the eighth floor? I'm a student of Changfeng College, and I'm here to visit patients."

Xia Guang said while showing his student ID card.

"Who are you looking for on the eighth floor?"

"Zhao Yingling in Room 102, I am her relative."

The man pondered for a while, and he probably knew what was going on in his heart.

The little nurse on the ground floor must have made a mistake, seeing the ninth floor as the eighth floor.

However, the ninth floor and the eighth floor are completely different.

"You are looking for the wrong one. This is the ninth floor, and there is no such person as Zhao Yingling in our hospital."

Xia Guang glanced at the entrance from the corner of his eye. It stands to reason that room 102 is right at the door. If you are lucky, you might be able to see the red-clothed senior directly.

But luck can't be so good.

Seeing that the long-faced man's expression became more and more impatient, he chose to leave.

After leaving Sihai Hospital, he kept thinking.

Many pictures converge into one possibility.

The fire, jumping off the building, crying in the corridor, the red dress in the elevator, the red cat in the snow, and the frightened senior sister in red, calling for help in the infirmary, and the students will isolate themselves, just like the ninth floor of the inpatient department that does not exist.

These people seem to be hiding something.

And what is hidden in the concealed black cloth must be something abnormal.

Should I check it out myself?
But it seems that there is no capital to investigate, it is better to be a normal student.

Xia Guang has already walked out of the inpatient department.

In the hazy snowflakes, he stopped suddenly, turned around, and saw a certain curtain on the ninth floor moved suddenly.

Xia Guang squinted his eyes
He ate a small fried pork bowl with rice near Sihai Hospital. It was extremely spicy, and he was sweating a little. When the scheduled train arrived, he got on the train directly.

The afternoon class is Traceology.

Most of the magic weapons are discovered from the relics, and every student of the magic weapon appreciation department must learn the study of relics. Knowing the origin of the magic weapons is of great benefit to students' further understanding of the magic weapons.

Holding the affirmation, Xia Guang watched the teacher on the stage holding the pointer read out the text. He yawned and casually flipped over the "Traceology" in front of him. There were only eleven lines in the table of contents.

The preface occupies one line, and the next ten lines are the name of the ruins.

From top to bottom, it is: Gupo City, Linxia, ​​Houziyuan, Jiuwang Peak, Shanfa Salt Land, Heming City, Daocheng, Beitong City, Lishi Island, Paradise Lake.

Turning to each page carefully, I found that there were some colorful illustrations, accompanied by some long paragraphs of text, the text was obscure, but after reading it carefully, I found that there was no nonsense.

Xia Guang managed to read a few pages, feeling sleepy.

At least he is still reading, and the classmates around him are secretly communicating.

"Hey, the club has a meeting to recruit people. It is said that at noon tomorrow, the 24 clubs will set up positions on the long road of the college to recruit new people."

"I've inquired about it, and each session is the student union, the swordsmanship research society, and the mangrove society with the largest number of people. If you want to join these three clubs, you have to go through a lot of trials. You don't just have to sign up."

A student instinctively asked, "What would a mangrove be?"

His problems are everyone's problems.

But the student who claimed to have inquired about it obviously didn't know, so he just pretended to be profound and said: "Go and see for yourself tomorrow and you will know."

For a while, Xia Guang's interest was also aroused.

red?
In the past few days of entering the school, it seems that everything has something to do with Hong.

The red fire, the senior in red, the red cat.
Now, add the Mangrove Club.

Is this a coincidence?
(End of this chapter)