1623: C1623 Past Information

C1623 Past Information

Of course, normal people had no way to investigate this matter clearly, so they immediately reported it after calling the police.

Although it was a small case of Jiang City, after Ju Zhong received the message, he decided to come over personally.

Therefore, the moment Zhou Yi saw Ju Zhong on campus, he was very surprised.

"I didn't expect you to come personally." Zhou Yi asked.

Ju Zhong grinned and laughed, "I thought it was Jiang City, so I came over. I didn't expect to meet you, Zhou!"

But then his face turned serious. "What's the situation here?"

Zhou Yi shook his head, "Three students died. Yesterday, when I was here, a student jumped down from the clock tower. Also, when I came here, I felt some residual energy. I think it was man-made. But the specific reason is unclear."

"Manmade? "Could it be that Demonic Cultivator is committing evil again? What on earth are they trying to do?" Ju Zhong frowned.

"It's hard to say who exactly it is, but we can try to understand the legends on the campus first."

Saying that, Zhou Yi brought Ju Zhong along to the principal's office.

When he left, Huang Lin was staring at the paper on the table with a frown.

However, when she raised her head and saw Zhou Yi, she instantly put on a smiling face, "Mr. Zhou, you came. Please take a seat."

Zhou Yi introduced him to Huang Lin, "He is Bureau Chief Ju, the person in charge of solving the case this time."

"This is the principal, Madam Huang Linhuang."

They shook hands and sat down.

Huang Lin was the first to speak, "Mr. Zhou, look at this. I really hope you can solve this case as soon as possible. Otherwise, I really don't have any way to explain this to these parents."

Zhou Yi took the item that she handed over into his hand. It turned out to be an indictment.

It turned out that the parents were working together to sue the school. After all, the children were involved in school problems.

If they solved the case and confirmed the cause of death, the school would probably be responsible for most of it.

Zhou Yi nodded, "Don't worry, we will sort out this case as soon as possible. But now, we want to come over and ask you about it. What was that legend you told me about before? "

Hearing this question, Huang Lin was stunned for a moment.

She smiled bitterly and said, "Originally, this matter really shouldn't be said by me. However, now that things have come to this point, I don't think there is a need to keep these details to myself."

With that, she stood up and gestured Zhou Yi to enter. Then, she said, "Please follow me to the archive. I can give you some materials."

Zhou Yi nodded.

Afterwards, Huang Lin brought Zhou Yi and Ju Zhong to their school's underground archives.

After all, this place was over a hundred years old, and the files here were neatly stacked with dozens of shelves.

"Look, this is the long-established history and culture of our school." Huang Lin joked.

Although this place was underground, the things stored here didn't have any strange smell. One could even smell a faint scent of ink.

Zhou Yi couldn't help but nod, "Indeed, this is also a part of the school's wealth."

Huang Lin smiled as she brought Zhou Yi and Ju Zhong to the fifth row of shelves.

Then, he skillfully pulled out a few documents from the shelf.

Two of the documents were in wire. They looked like they had been made years ago.

"This thing has been here for so long, is it okay?" Ju Zhong couldn't help but ask.

"This is not the original. The original is already waiting for us to find a place to store it. This is the handwritten version." Huang Lin explained.

A few of them came to a table nearby and Huang Lin spread out the documents on the table.

"Take a look. This is our school record, but it's also a wild history!" Huang Lin passed one of the books to Zhou Yi, "Mr. Zhou can take a look at this."

Zhou Yi took the book and slowly opened the first page.

In the spring of 1878,

Zhou Yi raised his head after reading the beginning.

Huang Lin saw Zhou Yi's surprised gaze and couldn't help but laugh, "Mr. Zhou, don't be surprised. The materials I gave you today started 100 years ago and were recorded in our school..."

At this point, she paused for a moment, and the smile on her face clearly lessened. "This account describes the many accidents that happened before our school."

Zhou Yi nodded and then turned his gaze back.

The thing in his hand looked more like a man's diary.

However, this person would usually casually memorize a few things. Some people would be in the mood, while others would be in the scenery.

However, from one day to the next, the information he recorded suddenly became rather bloody, and could even be regarded as terrifying.

"… …"

In the winter of 1879, the first heavy snow fell today.

The scenery in the snow was not bad. It was a vast expanse of whiteness, as if this was the only color left in this world.

But within that pure white, there were countless plum blossoms.

The plum blossoms were spilt from a person's body.

But when I first saw the man lying in the snow, there was something else in my mind.

I saw him rise from the snow and walk slowly in a certain direction.

I followed him to the stream at the school.

He then watched helplessly as he fell from the shore into the river.

He stopped struggling and allowed the river water to carry him into the distance.

I was panicked and scared and I wanted to pull him out of the river, but I couldn't do it.

His eyes, which were originally closed, suddenly opened. "Leave this place and never come back."

Then he gave me a big push and I backed out of the river and onto the bank.

When the snowflakes landed on my face, I snapped out of my daze and realised that I was still standing at my original spot.

At this moment, other students came to class. They also found the corpse and ran away screaming.

I told my teachers and classmates about my findings, but no one believed me. They thought I must have been scared silly.1

So I went to the creek to look for clues, but I couldn't find them for a long time.

Zhou Yi stopped reading immediately.

Then he turned to the next page.

Seeing what he had written on the next page, he felt that it must have been a few days or more later.

Today, another student had died. He had jumped down from upstairs and died.

However, there was no snow today. The blood that flowed from his body was still as eye-catching as ever.

I saw him go into the river again.

I followed him, watching him jump down without a trace, and I really asked him why he did it.

However, I was unable to make a sound, so I could only desperately use my hands to pull him back.

However, just like the previous student, he reached out his hand to push me back,

When I came back to my senses, I was still standing under the teaching building...

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