Monster Hunting High School

"Insects?" The knife in Zheng Qing's hand paused for a moment. He raised his head and looked at his roommate with a confused tone: "We ruled out this possibility yesterday? There is no corpse-eating beetle that specifically helps animals dehydrate. kind of."

Having said this, he couldn't help but smile, thinking that he had told a very interesting joke.

But no one reacted positively to it.

Zheng Qing had no choice but to cough dryly and added: "I know that the corpse-eating beetles chewed up half of the poor kappa's body, but what I want to know is that before these beetles sucked up the essence of the jade plate on the kappa's head, Who is the murderer who made it dry?"

"Insects." Xiao Xiao repeated his answer.

He propped his two elbows on the table, stacked his hands, and supported his chin with the back of his hand. He looked at the fresh sunflower newly placed on the table without focus. He spoke decisively and quickly: "You are on patrol. You once met a crying kappa, right? What did the kappa say? "

"Squeak...ouch...yah...bah!" Fatty Xin suddenly stood up and imitated the voice of a kappa in a high-pitched voice.

The fat cat, who was resting comfortably on the desk, was frightened by the howling like a ghost. His head suddenly raised, his two green eyes were round and he looked around for the source of the abnormal sound.

The elves cheered and hid behind Zheng Qing.

Although it sounded horrifying, Zheng Qing unexpectedly discovered that Xin's ghostly screams were very similar to the kappa's speech.

But he still couldn't understand what the fat man was talking about.

"It's quite similar to that." Zheng Qing clicked his tongue and commented: "I must admit that you have a high talent in non-human languages."

"Where is it?" Fatty Xin waved his hand modestly: "My Kappa language has only passed the basic level two, and I only know some simple greetings."

Zheng Qing opened his mouth blankly, unable to say a word.

The wizarding world is such a fucked up world, and it’s not a pleasant place to complain about at all.

"You just mentioned," Xiao Xiao cleared his throat and brought the topic back up: "The crying kappa told the old school worker that its companions were dragged away by a group of insects."

His articulation is very clear and his expressions are very accurate.

Zheng Qing nodded quickly, while spooning onion soup and sipping it slowly.

"So, since there are witnesses, the murderer can only be those insects." Fatty Xin hurriedly gave the final conclusion.

Zheng Qing frowned, his cheeks moved slowly, and he chewed the dry bread in his mouth.

Although there is no logical problem with this guess, in the magical world, the most unreliable thing is logic.

"According to you, the murderer is another group of insects?" Zheng Qing swallowed the food in his mouth and said slowly.

Xiao Xiao still looked at Sunflower with his chin clenched and did not say anything immediately.

Fatty Xin responded quickly.

"Then, here's the problem." Zheng Qing slammed the table hard, startling the fat cat who had just squinted back to sleep.

Tuantuan looked angrily at the few ungrateful young students at the desk, shook his beard, stretched, and finally ran out of the balcony to find some peace outside the window.

"If the murderer is an insect, it's impossible for Old Man Verne to be unaware." Zheng Qing snapped his fingers and said quickly: "Then why did he lay so many traps by the lake? Don't tell me that he was really catching rabbits. ...He also said that what he wanted to catch was a water ghost or a fish woman. I always felt that the fish woman was very suspicious."

"Perhaps Uncle Verne is not sure what the creature is that hurts the kappa." Xiao Xiao was silent for a moment and analyzed: "That's why he laid so many traps on the shores of Linzhong Lake."

"The fish woman is a very rare creature." Fatty Xin was obviously very interested in the other creature in the conversation: "Their blood can prepare more than a hundred antidotes for wading spells... very, very rare."

The three freshmen discussed it at the desk for more than half an hour, but in the end they still came up with nothing.

"There are still too few clues." Fatty Xin stretched out, stood up, and finally decided to end the seminar.

"Your time is up." Xiao Xiao looked at the time and reminded: "It's already past one o'clock."

"No hurry, no hurry, it only takes five minutes at most from the dormitory to the library." Zheng Qing waved his hands, as if remembering something, he looked up and looked around.

"Where is Dylan?" He finally asked a question that had been depressing him for several days: "I wanted to ask him something these past few days, but I couldn't see him anywhere."

"What's the date today?" Xiao Xiao buried his head in his notebook and asked without raising his head: "Lunar calendar."

"August 15th." Zheng Qing suddenly realized.

"As a roommate with werewolf blood, staying away from you around the full moon is a responsible attitude for your life." Fatty Xin patted the young public-funded student on the shoulder and sighed.

Zheng Qing smacked his lips, suddenly becoming very interested in werewolf transformation.

Of course, in the end, he did not act on impulse to observe the difference between the werewolves on August 15th and the past.

There are more important things to do today.

Yesterday morning, he received a paper crane letter from Elena and agreed on a tutoring time.

Now, he needs to tidy up his makeup and try to leave a good impression in front of the goddess.

…

The First University is a wizarding university.

Students here come from all corners of the world.

Therefore, the campus on weekends is filled with different styles and styles of clothing.

For example, the underskirts from the East, the sari from India, the clothing from Yingzhou, the Himachalana from Athens, the togas and palas from Rome, even the grass skirts of the South African natives, and the fur jackets of the Arctic Inuit. As far as you can see, there are so many different things that are dazzling.

Zheng Qing was wearing a bright red robe and stood out among these figures.

"I thought you would change into something more comfortable today." Elena looked at Zheng Qing with a smile. The sun fell on her white chin, which looked particularly dazzling.

She was wearing a rust-colored bohemian dress today, and the slender pleats at the waist did not affect the texture of the gauze at all. Big red waves draped over her shoulders, and she wore a white soft hat with a wide brim. A delicate rose blooms diagonally on the front of the hat.

"I thought everyone wore robes in school." Zheng Qing looked around awkwardly, his face flushed.

"The sun is too strong today." Elena suppressed her smile, lightly covering up Zheng Qing's embarrassment, grabbing her hat and fanning herself casually.

A strong fragrance hit his face, making Zheng Qing feel suffocated.

"Yes, yes." He replied dazedly, not knowing what to say at all.

This state of obsession reached its peak after helping Elena with her talisman lessons for a while.

Shushanguan East Area.

In front of the desk near the third floor-to-ceiling window.

A pair of young male and female students sat opposite each other.

The afternoon sun was particularly warm, falling on my body as warmly as if I was soaking in a bathtub.

Zheng Qing's head struggled to maintain a stable state with the support of his arms.

However, the Earth's gravity is too strong.

His head slipped off his palm little by little and fell toward the table.

Then, suddenly he woke up.

The gypsy witch opposite looked at him with a playful face.

"Sorry, I haven't slept well at night recently. I always have nightmares." Zheng Qing's face felt a little hot.

He rubbed his sore eyelids and wiped his cheeks, and the steaming shame on his face slowly dropped a lot.

"It doesn't matter." Elena shook her head unconcernedly and said slightly apologetically: "I didn't know you still needed to patrol last night..."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Zheng Qing expressed his attitude first: "It is my honor to help you with your talisman learning."

The young gypsy witch bit her lip and lowered her head.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, regained his energy, and looked through the "Principles of Rune Construction" by Mankiw in hand, thinking about the next step of intensive learning.

Then, a slender white hand stretched out in front of his eyes.

A tarot card between her fingers.

Zheng Qing curiously took the cards and turned over the suits.

Knight of Wands.

Even in a dim interior, the inlaid crystal gems on this card shine brightly.

Zheng Qing raised his head.

"It's for you," Elena looked at him with big eyes, and added: "This card is also a talisman... As long as you pray devoutly for a few minutes before going to bed every day, this talisman can protect you from nightmares. . This is a method my teacher taught me when I was a child, and it is very effective.”

Zheng Qing had a happy smile on his face, but he still shook his head reluctantly.

"No." His tone was not so decisive: "Since it has been with you for so long, it must be very precious to you...and a deck of cards will be incomplete without one card."

"There is one less card in the deck, and there are still seventy-seven." Elena interrupted Zheng Qing, and waved her white hands in front of his eyes: "This is just for you to help me with my tutoring... If If you refuse, then I will definitely be embarrassed to continue to trouble you.”

When Zheng Qing heard this, he immediately grabbed the tarot card.

At worst, I'll buy her a gift later, the young public-funded student felt the warmth on the amulet and thought happily.