Chapter 74 Taking Orders
[I have collected 10G of real test questions, but I can’t do them anymore, really I can’t do any of them. All 10G of materials are stored in my network disk, and I share the account with everyone as a public account. If you need it, just log in. Account: KFCcrazyThursday, password: Vme50]
On Thursday night, Yu Zhenzhen sent a message in the class group, and then regretfully discovered that no one responded to her after ten minutes!
No way, is it possible that everyone is reading the book and I am the only one forwarding stupid jokes?
Yu Zhenzhen suddenly became frightened and quickly opened the test paper to do the questions. Just as she was lost in deep thought, her cell phone vibrated.
She clicked on it and was shocked to see it was Kong Xuan! Kong Xuan replied and tagged her.
Kong Xuan: [@Zhencaishixue Why can't I log in? Is the password wrong? ]
Kong Xuan: [@Zhencaishixue is not a Baidu disk? Which one is it? ]
Kong Xuan: [@Zhencai Practical Science Class Leader, hurry up. ]
Yu Zhenzhen: …………
Shocked me for a hundred years!
The phone kept vibrating and Yu Zhenzhen didn't know what to say. There were just too many things to complain about!
Kong Xuan joined the class group late, and he never spoke or posted to Moments after joining. This was his first time speaking in the group. And, as everyone knew, this was Kong Xuan, who was usually forced by Tan Xiao to give lectures.
Classmate A: […I’ve never seen such a thing before.]
Student B: [! ! ! ! ]
Classmate C: [@潇潇雨Are you logging into Kong Xuan's account to scare us? ]
Classmate D: [Lin Yang's shocked expression.jpg]
Lin Yang: [???]
A row of replies quickly obliterated Kong Xuan's words. Yu Zhenzhen was furious. Great, so you are all online!
Tan Xiao: [@孔宣班长 posted a joke, the password sounds like Crazy Thursday, V her fifty. ]
Kong Xuan: [V can only ask questions when you are fifty? @仰天大笑 you lend me fifty. ]
Lin Yang: [……]
Classmates ABCDE: […………]
Now it can be confirmed that Kong Xuan was probably joking. But everyone didn't know why he was in such a good mood, joking in the group, and no longer maintaining his aloof personality?
Yu Zhenzhen scratched her head frantically, because she and Kong Xuan were sitting relatively close, so unlike the others, she felt that Kong Xuan wasn't joking at all.
It seems that after Teacher Duanwu Ji talked with everyone, Kong Xuan became particularly focused and proactive in his studies. Although he studied before, he always had a feeling of completing a task, and even needed Tan Xiao to urge him.
But in the past few days, Yu Zhenzhen saw that Kong Xuan was very proactive. Not only that, he would even listen when others talked about applying to schools and methods.
Wow, there really is such a thing as sudden enlightenment. Kong Xuan must have found some spiritual support.
For Zhenzhen, she feels that her spiritual support is that after she goes to college, she will have her own camera and freedom, and she can do whatever she wants.
I don't know why Kong Xuan always gives people the feeling that he is superior and doesn't care about worldly affairs. It's really curious.
Just as she was thinking about it, a voice call popped up, blocking the dialog box. Yu Zhenzhen looked at the caller and saw that it was her friend from another school, Chen Yinghe.
Yu Zhenzhen first met Chen Yinghe on the Internet, because they were both from southern Chu, of similar age, and played tarot cards together. In addition, Yu Zhenzhen liked photography, while Chen Yinghe was an art student, and the two arts were inseparable, so they often discussed these common points together. Chen Yinghe would draw a portrait for Yu Zhenzhen, and Yu Zhenzhen would take photos of her.
It was just that Chen Yinghe rarely called, and it was a little late, so Yu Zhenzhen picked up the phone curiously: "Xiaohe?"
…
It was past ten o'clock, but Chen Yinghe hadn't left the studio yet. She wanted to finish the last bit of the painting. This painting was a still life in color, but the hateful thing was that someone had eaten one of the still lifes.
Still life, still life, why does it always move?
As high school seniors, art students may feel pressure earlier because they have to deal with the joint entrance examination at the end of the year. These days, everyone is discussing where to go to paint during the summer vacation.
Chen Yinghe was a little tired from painting. He looked up and saw his own painting on the wall, with admiration in his eyes: Wow, I paint so well!
This painting was a portrait assignment from the last studio session. Her work won first place and was hung on the wall by the teacher as an excellent work.
“Gah—”
Chen Yinghe couldn't help but frown when she heard the harsh sound of the easel being moved behind her. It really disturbed her mood.
But she didn't want to look back. She just lowered her eyes and continued painting.
“Gah— ”
Another sound.
Chen Yinghe was getting a little impatient now, "Da Zhuang, can't you just carry it? Do you have to drag it?"
She was talking about another classmate in the studio. Usually, they were the ones who stayed in the studio the longest. Today, everyone went back one after another. I guess besides her, the only one left was Da Zhuang.
Da Zhuang didn't reply.
Oh, am I too irritable? Chen Yinghe turned around guiltily, "Am I too irritable to you..."
There was no one behind her. Chen Yinghe paused. Was it the drawing board that was blocking her view? She looked down and saw no legs or shoes between the irregular legs of the drawing board. It was empty. She was the only one left in the studio.
"No way?" Chen Yinghe first thought it was funny. A rat was making trouble in a shabby studio, right? Oh no, she remembered what the old people at home said, don't dare to call it a rat. Rats are such spiritual animals that they are respectfully called gray fairies in the north and "Gao Ke" in the south.
Well, so the missing fruit in the still life may not have been eaten by a classmate. It could have been a mouse. No wonder no one admitted it.
Chen Yinghe lowered her head and fumbled for her phone, opening the studio group. She just happened to see Da Zhuang's previous comments, in which he mentioned that he was lured by the barbecue on the way home and had indeed gone back.
Just as he lowered his head, there was another "click" sound. Chen Yinghe quickly raised his head, but still nothing.
I suddenly realized that a chill was rising from my back and my whole body felt cold.
This time she turned back immediately. Even if it was a mouse, it couldn't run so fast. Its shadow disappeared. And this time, Chen Yinghe even figured out which drawing board was moved.
Chen Yinghe sat in the frontmost position, with the drawing boards behind him scattered around. At this moment, there was an obvious gap, which was caused by several easels and drawing boards being moved away.
From Chen Yinghe's perspective, that gap was like... like...
How to describe it?
It suddenly occurred to her that something was pushing away the easel blocking her and trying to get closer to her!
Chen Yinghe wanted to stand up, but her heart was beating too fast, the blood was rushing up, and her legs seemed to be stuck in mud, unable to move. She kept turning around, not even daring to turn back, for fear that if she turned around or moved, that "thing" would push all the easels away in an instant.
Not to mention moving, she didn't even dare to blink. She kept her eyes wide open and stared at everything in front of her to see if anything would change.
Although the studio was brightly lit, Chen Yinghe felt that the light was hurting her eyes, or perhaps it was because she had not blinked.
There was no sound outside. All the other students had left at this time. Normally, she would complain about the noise from the traffic and the night snack stalls outside, but now she was shouting in her heart, where have you all gone?
Even a little sound would make her less scared.
Chen Yinghe felt her heart still beating wildly in her throat, which was very uncomfortable, but her courage gradually recovered a little, and she felt like she was confronting something invisible. She held the utility knife in one hand and swiped WeChat with the other, clicked on the recent contact, and made a call.
"Xiao He?"
Chen Yinghe felt better after hearing her friend's voice. "Zhenzhen, let me tell you, I'm in the studio right now, and I suspect..."
She paused here, a little afraid to speak directly, and said suggestively: "I may have encountered the same thing you encountered during the Chinese New Year."
Yu Zhenzhen reacted quickly: "Oh my god, are you alone? Then don't hang up, turn on the video and get out of there quickly."
Chen Yinghe turned on the camera and took a look around the studio. "Do you feel anything is wrong?"
"How can I feel it?" Yu Zhenzhen was stunned. "Hey, bring your knife with you. It's not that knives are more dangerous, they can ward off evil spirits."
"Really? Is there any other way?" Chen Yinghe's bag was still at the back of the studio, but she didn't dare to get it. Accompanied by her sister on the other end of the video, she walked out of the classroom with a utility knife.
Just as he turned around, the easel behind him moved again. Chen Yinghe's face turned pale. He didn't dare to look back again. He quickened his pace and almost rushed out.
“You…” Yu Zhenzhen herself had no experience in exorcism, but she thought of the talisman that Tan Xiao had drawn for Lin Yang, so she said, “Try to recite the peacock here!”
At this moment, Chen Yinghe didn't care about so many things, such as why it was a peacock, how the peacock could ward off evil spirits, she rushed out while chanting: "Peacock here, peacock here, peacock here!"
One of the easels behind him seemed to have fallen over, but Chen Yinghe had already rushed out of the studio. After going down two floors, he could see the lights of the night snack stall not far away and even smell some oil smoke.
"Huh!" Chen Yinghe looked back and saw that the lights in the studio were still on and her bag was not taken, but she really didn't dare to go back.
"Xiao He, how are you?" Yu Zhenzhen asked.
"It's okay, I feel much better now." Chen Yinghe wiped the cold sweat from his back, "Your spell is weird, but it seems to be somewhat useful. At least I didn't follow him out."
"This is what my classmate taught me. He said that the peacock is the son of the phoenix, and shouting this can ward off evil spirits." Yu Zhenzhen saw that she looked much more relaxed, so she dared to ask, "Did you see any spirit just now?"
"I didn't see the entity, but the easel in our studio kept moving by itself. It can't be that someone is playing a prank on me. Oh my god, I never eat still life, why are they playing a prank on me? " Chen Yinghe thought that even if it was a prank, it was time to reveal it now.
Yu Zhenzhen had a similar experience - although some people said that she was just having a nightmare, she could empathize with Chen Yinghe's current situation. "Then you should go back and have a good rest. I will ask my classmates for you and see if they have any explanation."
"Okay, the classmate you're talking about, isn't it your wizard classmate? The one who's the physics class representative?" Chen Yinghe realized belatedly that Yu Zhenzhen had always mentioned her wizard classmate as a joke before. "By the way, do you have any tarot cards on hand? I left mine in my bag. How about you help me draw a card now? What did I encounter just now?"
"My calculations are not accurate..." Yu Zhenzhen said, but she still couldn't help but shuffle the stack of tarot cards next to her. A card fell out during the shuffling process, and Yu Zhenzhen picked it up.
"It's a chariot. It feels like it's saying that the spirit is a male who is more oppressive." Yu Zhenzhen didn't know if her interpretation was correct or not, as she had the experience of helping Tan Xiao to see ghosts before.
"It's not that I feel oppressed. Every time I move, I get more nervous. My face is numb just now." Chen Yinghe recovered quite quickly after leaving the previous environment. After all, there were more people around. "Thank you, Zhenzhen."
"Yeah, it's okay." Yu Zhenzhen said goodbye to her, and became even more curious. What Chen Yinghe encountered was more exaggerated than her nightmare. Could it be that there was really something in their studio?
…
"My mother will probably be back soon. How about I make you some wontons?" Tan Xiao looked at the refrigerator, stuck his head out of the area covered by the refrigerator door, and asked Kong Xuan.
Who taught him to look at people with his head tilted like that!
Kong Xuan said calmly: "No, I'm not very hungry."
It's strange, why would Kong Xuan not want to eat? Tan Xiao looked at him in surprise, "Are you angry?" What is he angry about? Is he angry that the squad leader lied to him?
Kong Xuan: “…”
Kong Xuan was not angry at all. His studies were getting more and more demanding. If Tan Xiao came back and needed to cook for him... although this was his responsibility as a spiritual witch...
Moreover, whenever I say this reason, I always feel that Tan Xiao will laugh at me, or like what happened just now, he will question me whether I am being sarcastic or weird.
Tan Xiao continued to ask: "What did my mother eat secretly?"
Kong Xuan stood up: "You, teach me how to cook wontons!"
"...Oh, sure." Tan Xiao took out the wontons from the freezer. He didn't know why Kong Xuan suddenly had the idea to cook. He counted the wontons and planned to cook according to Kong Xuan's usual appetite.
Kong Xuan suddenly asked: "How many do you want to eat?"
It took Tan Xiao two seconds to realize what he meant. "Cook it for me?"
Kong Xuan stared at Wonton without saying anything. How could he admit this? It seemed as if he was trying to please him deliberately.
Tan Xiao figured it out after a while and divided it into two bowls. "Thank you for taking the trouble, Master. You can boil some water."
Kong Xuan breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Tan Xiao did not question him. He walked to the stove with his head held high, put one hand on the sleeve of the other, picked up the small pot and slowly filled it with water. After that, he pinched the lid of the pot with his fingers and put it back. He held it with one hand and placed it on the stove easily. He snapped his fingers, and the fire started.
Tan Xiao looked at Kong Xuan in surprise. Wow, he could boil water so elegantly?
Kong Xuan tried his best not to look to the side, but he already noticed that Tan Xiao was looking at him, hahahahahaha!!
Kong Xuan folded his arms and stared at the fire, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
After all, seeing Tan Xiao cooking a lot, when the water boiled, Kong Xuan very skillfully lifted the lid of the pot and put the wontons into the pot, one, two, three... Tsk, the last one went in a little too fast!
But Tan Xiao probably didn't notice.
"It's delicious. The wontons are worthy of being cooked by the great god himself." Tan Xiao said with a smile. He saw that Kong Xuan's hand, which had been playing with the spoon non-stop, finally started to scoop up food.
"Xiaobao ah——" Tan Chunying's voice came from outside.
Kong Xuan's face darkened a little, but he quickly thought of something. After all, she was Tan Xiao's mother. Alas, blood and blood were the bond between them. Even though she was usually unruly...
Kong Xuan asked, "Do you want to share some with Auntie?"
Tan Xiao: "Auntie who?"
Kong Xuan: “…”
Tan Xiao almost burst out laughing: "You mean my mom? Why would you want to give her food?"
What kind of tone is that? Kong Xuan glared at him and said slowly, "I have always been very respectful to my aunt."
Tan Xiao: “…………”
Who are you trying to make fun of? Tan Xiao picked up the bowl and said, "Oh no, we still have to go to class. Eat it all by yourself."
Don't blame me then. Kong Xuan proudly followed and held the bowl, watching Tan Xiao finish the whole bowl.
…
On Friday, as soon as Tan Xiao arrived at school, Yu Zhenzhen pulled him aside to consult about spirits and told him about what happened to the sisters. After all, Tan Xiao was a little more professional than them. At least he must have heard more supernatural stories than her, and his connections were in the funeral industry. Moreover, Tan Xiao often refuted rumors, so maybe he had another scientific perspective.
"Tan Xiao, this is it. She said that the curse you told Lin Yang before really worked. Do you think there is really something unclean?"
Lin Yang also heard it and immediately said, "It must be dirty. The place next to your sisters' studio used to be the Nanchu shooting range. Didn't you know that?"
"What?!" Yu Zhenzhen often stayed in other provinces when she was a child, so how could she know such old news that happened before she was born.
"My mom said that it used to be the place where death row prisoners were executed. My mom and her family went to watch the public trial. Later, it was demolished to build a shopping mall. But the mall owner kept getting into trouble. Some ran away without money and got injured. There were several new owners. A master suggested that we open a police station or a bank there. So after the bank was opened, the problem was solved. But the locals still dislike this place." Lin Yang thought for a while, "You said that your friend works in a studio and there are many plaster statues in the studio. Could it be that there are ghosts possessing them? Isn't it said that objects like dolls are easily possessed?"
Yu Zhenzhen hugged herself and chanted: "The peacock is here, the peacock is here..."
"Here we are." Tan Xiao thought for a moment and said, "There are many snakes and insects around the Dragon Boat Festival. Didn't she suspect mice at first? Why didn't she suspect other animals? And since your friend said that she was fine after reciting the spell, there's no need to worry. Sometimes belief is more important."
He glanced at Kong Xuan.
Kong Xuan recited the text even louder.
Oh my god, my ears hurt so much, but Yu Zhenzhen didn't dare to cover them. "...Yeah, I'll ask her to chant more spells."
I feel that what Tan Xiao said makes some sense. If there really is a spirit, then chanting the mantra will work. If not, it will also have a psychological effect. Anyway, you won't suffer any loss.
Yu Zhenzhen was always forced to work and had no time for the day, so she just told Chen Yinghe to chant the mantra often. After the afternoon classes, they had to go to evening self-study, but Chen Yinghe didn't have to, and the evening was their time to paint.
Chen Yinghe didn't go to the studio immediately, but sneaked into No. 1 Middle School.
When the teaching assistant went to the studio today, he found that all the fruits in the still life had been eaten and the easels had been moved. Moreover, as soon as he tidied up, he would leave for a while and it would become messy again.
The teaching assistant thought someone was playing a prank while he was away and sent a message to the WeChat group to condemn it.
After seeing this, Chen Yinghe began to sweat again. After thinking it over, he ran to No. 1 Middle School to seek advice in person.
Yu Zhenzhen called Tan Xiao out and introduced her to him as the sister she had mentioned. "It seems that the incident in their studio was also very strange today. She is still very scared. Can you tell her about it in person?"
"Master!" Chen Yinghe felt that Tan Xiao was somewhat reliable because chanting incantations worked. He knew more than she did anyway. Seeing that he had a talisman on him, he was even more reliable. "Would it be convenient for you to sell me a talisman... Ah, it would be best if you could perform a ritual to purify it for me. Zhenzhen's card said that it was a male ghost!"
Tan Xiao: "..."
In fact, Tan Xiao has already helped report this matter to the 404 office, and they said they would send a grid worker to check if there is any problem.
Moreover, classmates usually treat Tan Xiao as a charlatan, but he would joke about the way without restraint, and even teach Teacher Zhu's family to call the soul. But if Chen Yinghe really came to the school to ask him about this, he would not admit it. He would be interviewed by the teacher later. It was just like when Lin Yang saw a ghost in school before, he did not say it directly.
"I can give you the talisman, but I can't guarantee its effectiveness. It's right next to our home." Tan Xiao thought, it's better to fool him first. There's a fine line between inheriting folk customs and spreading superstition on campus. "Don't worry, maybe it's just an accident and it will be resolved soon." As far as he knew, the 404 Office would focus on investigating and handling matters involving minors.
Chen Yinghe had no idea about Tan Xiao's struggles. She only knew that the spell cast by Tan Xiao was effective. Why was she so humble? "I heard from Zhenzhen that there used to be an execution ground next to our studio!" How could this not be a ghost?
"The mountain behind our school used to be a cemetery. Your studio has been built for so long, if something was going to happen, it would have happened a long time ago." Tan Xiao pointed behind. This was also old news and he usually didn't like to talk about it unless it was necessary.
Chen Yinghe and Yu Zhenzhen's expressions suddenly cracked. Chen Yinghe even looked at Yu Zhenzhen and said, "You guys are more powerful."
"..." Yu Zhenzhen said, "No, can you tell me more about the cemetery?"
" The land in the cemetery is cheap, so what's the big deal?" Tan Xiao took a piece of talisman from his string and handed it to Chen Yinghe, "Here you go. If you're scared, just recite a few more words."
"Thank you, but our studio is also having problems right now. That is to say, can we just do an exorcism and purification ceremony directly? I can pay you." Chen Yinghe thought of other classmates and teachers in the studio. She could go to other places to paint, but what about the studio?
Tan Xiao looked at the classmates and teachers who were walking around nearby: "...I don't know the rituals, and it's not easy for me to take orders privately."
Chen Yinghe whispered: "Didn't Zhenzhen say that you learned it? So can you take the order?" Or should he ask the elders in his family for help?
Tan Xiao corrected him righteously: "Yes, I have learned it, but what I learned is not called a ceremony, but a program, the kind that I have participated in many art performances in and outside the province."
Chen Yinghe: “…”
