Chapter 39: Mirror Flower Water Moon (3)

"But the body is missing." Luo Jian repeatedly counted the corpses in the classroom, plus the teacher's total of only 35, but there are only 35 student seats in the classroom, so where is the other student? ?
Disappeared?
Luo Jian looked around the classroom for a week, and once again focused his eyes on the teacher's body. From the appearance, the teacher died very badly, and his head was struck by an iron pointer. He went in from the temple on the left and from the right. Came out of his ears, causing a large crack in the skull. The pointer as a weapon is not completely sharp, but a smooth arc. But judging from the death of the teacher, it is likely that someone was forced to poke in with a pointer, and the pain at the time was conceivable.
After the teacher died, he was hung on the ceiling with a rope. After Luo Jian lifted up the corpse's clothes, he noticed that there were also many cracks in the teacher's hands, bones and bones. He died of inhuman torture.
"There can be so many injuries that kill him. More than one person is most likely ..." Luo Jian looked at the corpses of students sitting underneath, and looked back at the corpse of the poor teacher. With a sigh of regret, I don't know what the teacher hated during his lifetime. He can be tortured to death.
It seems that the killer is very obvious. It is the students in this group, or it may be only a part of this group of students, but in any case, I can watch the teacher tortured to death, and the body is still hung on the podium in the classroom. Did all the students participate? The crime of conspiracy is substantiated.
Luo Jian can't deny the domestic education system, but this kind of education is indeed full of loopholes and it is horrible to teach people. It is also possible to teach several perverted murderers. Luo Jian remembered the reports that many roommates in the same room killed each other in the past few years, and only fully proved that there is nothing in this world that humans can't do.
Luo Jian flipped through the teacher's pocket, pulled out a wallet, a bunch of keys, and a mirror fragment.
"What's the use of a mirror?" Luo Jian touched the mirror fragment. The fragment was relatively small, and the fragmented part was sharp. Luo Jian turned over the fragments that had been retrieved from the female corpse. I couldn't reach it, so I sighed and took it back.
Except for the mirror fragments, other things seem to be of little value. Wang Teng is written on the ID card in the wallet, and there are several hundred-dollar bills, Grandpa Mao. Unfortunately, life does not bring death, and he does not take them. Luo Jian couldn't take anything out.
So Luo Jian lost his wallet and stared at the bunch of keys. Although the common room wouldn't let him find the key to open the door so easily, but there are so many keys here, I really don't want to try them all. Can not do it.
Luo Jian insisted on not letting go of any chance, and immediately took the key to make various gestures on that mahogany door, but they were not able to match the model. Luo Jian was somewhat disappointed and threw the key on the desk, but then he seemed to What thought again, took the keychain and put it in his pocket.
After inspecting the teacher's body, Luo Jian then focused his attention on the blackboard behind the body. The blackboard wrote a poem with white chalk. The chalk was crooked. At first glance, it seemed like a schoolboy wrote it. Words, but the content of this poem really makes Luo Jian a bit incomprehensible:
Under the eaves of darkness, in the black background of the white letters, pieces were fragmented, and Qian Kunding was in his hands.
One side is one side, the other side is the other side. Change your left hand to your right hand, your face is my face.
Luo Jianping was stimulated by this poem for no reason, and some cold hairs stood upside down. Under the eaves of the eaves, in the white and black background, these two sentences are understandable. The ceiling of this classroom was originally white, but due to its age and looks like some leaks, a dark layer of light appeared on the ceiling. Mildew, large tracts spread all over the ceiling, the light is not so strong, it looks like black.
White letters on a black background are obviously referring to the blackboard. But what does fragmentation mean?
Luo Jian took a step forward and approached the blackboard, but as soon as he took a step, he felt something under the feet seemed to step on, squeaked, Luo Jian bowed his head, a little surprised, and there was a mirror fragment under his feet.
In some horror novels or horror movies, the mirror always shows the unknown existence, such as the flashing black shadow in the mirror, the blood face reflected, or the blood written on the mirror like a prank, let the blood drip People are creepy.
There is also a broken mirror, which usually indicates that the protagonist's end will be broken into pieces like it.
"I can understand it in pieces, but what does Qian Kunding mean in his hands?" Luo Jian picked up the mirror. He now got a total of three mirror fragments. He felt like he was collecting quest items. He looked away. Freezing on these mirrors, the broken pieces can only reflect a part of Luo Jian's face, it feels as if Luo Jian's face is torn apart.
On one side and on the other side, Luo Jian was completely incomprehensible in the second half of the poem. He could only guess that this might also be related to the mirror. After all, the reflection in the mirror is exactly the opposite, and the left hand can become the right hand.
Moreover, the background of this secret room is the mirror blooming water moon, which has forced Luo Jian to make a lot of guesses, but what exactly does a mirror mean? Is it possible to find all the mirror fragments and go out?
Luo Jian no longer tangled in the mirror, he turned around on the podium and found nothing special, so he moved to the student seat below and began to search for a corpse. Physically exhausting, it ’s okay to rotten with only bones. If there are still a few strings of rotten meat hanging on the corpse, or there are maggots crawling on it, it ’s really disgusting, Luo Jian walked to Twelve minutes of courage must be gathered in front of each body, and more than thirty bodies are waiting for his search.
It only took Luo Jian an hour to search each corpse, and one-third of the three hours passed. Luo Jian was very careful during the search and tried to keep the integrity and shape of each corpse. Most of the dead capitals are sitting in their own chairs. One or two of them are lying on their desks. Among them, a female corpse died particularly badly, which is a bit worse than the teacher hanging on the podium. Although Luo Jian is not a professional forensic doctor, he still sees the obvious method of death-this female corpse was killed by / rape.
The cervical vertebrae of the neck were severed, the legs were opened in a twisted position, the clothes on the body were torn, the leg bones were broken, the whole person was paralyzed hanging on the chair, and his head was twitching. Luo Jian stared at the corpse for a long time, and finally had to sigh, tearing down the curtains in the classroom and covering the female corpse.
This seemingly tragic death was a key figure, and he also got two mirror fragments from this female corpse. After searching all the corpses, he got a total of seven mirror fragments. Immediately he lay on the podium table and started to fight the mirror. The mirror was the size of a boxy slap, which is the kind of schoolgirl who usually packs in a bag. Here is a small mirror that is taken when necessary, but no matter how Luo Jian fights, the mirror seems to be missing one piece, and the middle one is always empty.
Except for the mirror, Luo Jian could not get anything valuable from other corpses. It was nothing more than books and pens and examination papers commonly owned by students, or some martial arts fantasy novels, some expired snacks and garbage bags. He also Found a small game console, that old game console, but it seems to be broken.
In addition to these, the most valuable should belong to the small notes collected by Luo Jian.
The message note is the kind of paper that is torn from the notebook during class. Write the words you want to say on it, and fold them into squares or simply knead them. Let the students next to you want to convey them one by one. In the hands of that person.
Luo Jian found a total of five such notes. When expanded, you can see that the various handwritings above wrote different dialogues, and they were all gossip or boring conversations, but Luo Jian noticed that the contents of these notes were inconsistent. Mentions someone and something, and when it comes to this person, they all use a kind of pronoun, for example one of them is written like this:
[How did this guy stay in the class when he committed this kind of thing]
[It's Wang who helped her open the back door]
[Really shameless, has been smashed! 】
[I saw her go to the hotel with a man last time]
[So much like being fucked, she'll just kill her]
The conversation is now over, but Luo Jian sees a lot of information from it, such as the female corpse who was killed by / rape, I am afraid that it is the 'her' referred to in these notes, and the so-called 'king bitch', It is the teacher Wang Teng hanging on the podium.
There is an extraordinary relationship between the teacher and the female student, and the female student is isolated by most of the students in the class and thinks that her behavior is out of order, but it is still very strange ... Luo Jian frowned, even if the girl is really Misbehaving or colluding with someone outside, at most, it was at the school's rumors that finally reached the senior principal's side, and then was dropped out of the school, not to be killed so seriously.
What is the reason that can make this group of students go crazy to this point, at the expense of killing the teacher and / violent female classmates, and even collectively died in this classroom.
Luo Jian looked at all the notes again, and still couldn't see any more valuable things. The past things have long been worthless. People are dead. Luo Jian didn't want to delve into the various reasons. His headache was that he always had one less mirror in his collection, and he didn't see more in every corner of the classroom.
The author has something to say: The person who I painted myself sets xd
Luo Jian and the hunter meow, meow in the back room ~
Begging a girl with love to make me a cover ~
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