The Phantom of High School: A Different Kind of Gifted Student

Chapter 198 Recording Box

Xiao Yao smiled, straightened her clothes and strode up the road covered with dead leaves.Qian Xiaotong walked beside her, suppressing his uneasiness in his heart.

Dim lights are rare at first, and only illuminate a short section of the road.The farther you go, the farther the light is, but there is an invisible black in front of you.Qian Xiaotong took out a strong flashlight from his bag, and the darkness in front of him dissipated a lot.

"Where did you get this flashlight? It's very penetrating."

"At least I'm a member of the detective agency. Although Henan Great God is hateful, I can still learn something from him."

"Humph."

Holding a flashlight in her left hand and an electric shock baton in her right, Xiao Yao walked cautiously into the unknown darkness.

She seems to have not walked this road for five years...

Rows of withered sycamore trees lined the roadside, with ferocious and sharp branches pointing in all directions.The few long bushes still remain evergreen all year round, as green as dark ink.The air is cool and clear, bitingly cold, every breath can be sublimated in the white light of the flashlight, and the sprayed water vapor will then dissipate in the dark night.

With dead branches and rotten leaves under their feet, the two girls moved away from the range protected by the street lights step by step.

Xiao Yao raised the flashlight and scanned it privately, the white beam of light skipped over the branches, bushes, concrete floor, and weeds, startling the sparrow bird that was perched there.Qian Xiaotong approached Xiao Yao, not daring to look around, staring at the bright and safe place swept out by the flashlight.

The two walked a certain distance, Xiao Yao swept the roads on both sides, but she didn't see anything unusual, so she couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

"What's going on, are the pretenders scared? If you don't come out, how can I arrest you? How can I join the detective agency?" Xiao Yao said angrily, stomping on the dead branches and leaves under her feet, and the dead branches and leaves issued A sharp and shattering scream.

Qian Xiaotong swallowed his saliva, why did he feel that Xiao Yao had the urge to not give up on Huang He, and seemed to have some deep hatred with that ghost.You don't have to use this method to join a detective agency.

After Xiao Yao finished speaking, a continuous scream broke through the air.

Qian Xiaotong was so frightened that she almost trembled and couldn't hold on to the bright flashlight in her hand. This cry——the nightmare that had tortured her for several days came to her heart again——it was the cry of a child.Exactly the same as that night.

Xiao Yao was startled by the sudden crying, and after two seconds of sluggishness, she instantly regained her composure.It's just a child screaming, what's so scary, the big deal is that a timer recorder is placed here to scare people.

"It's a child crying again," Qian Xiaotong trembled, his face pale, "Zheng Kai said that this is a recording with a frequency of six seconds."

"Since it's a recording, there's nothing to be afraid of." Xiao Yao calmly said, the beam of the flashlight landed on the bushes on the right, and stepped over in two steps.While rustling, Qian Xiaotong saw a small black box thrown over by her, and after a closer look, it turned out to be a small recording box.

The box was not far from Qian Xiaotong's feet, and the clear crying of the baby came from there.

Xiao Yao walked back with a sneer, and stomped hard when she raised her foot.The recording box was unbearable to violence, it crunched and shattered into several pieces, and the baby's crying stopped abruptly.

Qian Xiaotong was dumbfounded, he didn't expect... He didn't expect Xiao Yao to have such courage.

"Just a recording box scares you like this. I really don't know what Zheng Kai looks like." Xiao Yao sarcastically kicked the broken recording box away, and the fragments hit the concrete guardrail by the roadside, making a crisp shattering sound.

　The children of the journalism department are waiting for the Spring Festival Gala, Yang Yang hehehe

　　
　
(End of this chapter)