Vol 2 Chapter 83: Nightmares and warnings

Sean Banner Schmidt-Bayer had a nightmare.
The weather in the dream was gloomy, the sky was lightly raining, and there was a muddy dirt road with no end in sight.
In a dream, he became a blue giant, with only a dirty rag tied to his upper body and his lower body. Without shoes, his bare feet can clearly feel the slippery mud flowing, deforming, and painful under the action of gravity. Groaning.
"Pangji, Pangji!"
"Huh, Huh!"
The sound of heavy breathing mixed with the sound of footsteps.
He turned his face and was surprised to find a familiar figure.
"Red face? What are you doing?" Xin exclaimed, looking around: "Where are we now!"
The gray mist flowed silently and twisted around the two of them, blocking his vision.
Zhang Jixin lowered his head, leaning forward hard, a black rope tied to his spine, extending into the hazy mist behind him.
"Slim." The red-faced boy replied weakly, raising his head, his eyes blank: "Don't you know what you are doing?"
This sturdy boy was so haggard, his original bright red face seemed to have been quenched by ice water and turned into grayish white.
Xin lowered his head in horror, only to realize that there was a shabby rope hanging on his shoulder.
"Why should I pull the fiber!" he yelled, pulling the rope on his shoulder, trying to get rid of this restraint.
However, a biting pain came from the depths of his soul, and he couldn't help howling.
"Pay off the debt!" Zhang Jixin finally had a hint of vitality in his tone. He glared at Fatty Xin angrily and roared: "If you hadn't bet with me, how could I sign that kind of contract to sell my body! If the eldest brother knew," It will definitely break my leg!"
The cold rain fell on the top of Fatty Xin's head, flowing along the hair, and converging into drops at the tips of the hair.
The heavy raindrops were dragged by gravity, hit his shoulders, and rolled down his bare body.
Shin Banner shuddered.
He vaguely recalled the peach charm, flying centipede, and a piece of parchment that flashed through the fire.
"No!" he exclaimed, shaking his head vigorously: "This must be a nightmare!"
"My two horses, work hard!" An excited voice sounded not far behind them, together with the sound of a crisp whip.
"Slap! Slap!"
Xin looked back in horror.
The fog parted at the right time, revealing a small boat with two people standing on the bow.
One is Zheng Qing, wearing a bright red cloak, wearing leather boots, and wearing dragon leather gloves, with a wicked smiling fox on his shoulders, waving a whistling whip in his hand.
He held a large oiled paper umbrella over his head, shielding the precarious wind and rain out of the boat.
The short man standing next to Zheng Qing is Xiao Xiao. He lowered his head, holding a notebook, and the brush in his hand was spinning like flying.
As if perceiving the gaze in front of him, Xiao Xiao raised his head and pushed his glasses, a little light flashed on the lenses.
"There are still three hundred and sixty-four days." The cold voice sounded clearly in the ears of the two slaves even after a long distance: "If you don't work hard, in this year, even if you are killed by your boss, the Supreme Court The people have nothing to say."
"Pap!" The sound of the whip cutting through the air sounded again.
The two strong men bowed their heads and began to pull the rope desperately.
"You are lazy," arrogant laughter sounded from behind the two of them: "If you can't beat you, I will lose!"
"Count you lose!"
"Count me lose!"
"lose!"
"lose!"
The sound like a curse reverberated in Sim Banner's ears endlessly.
"Devil." He murmured, slipping on his feet and planting heavily.
The feeling of weightlessness and the bubbling mud pounced towards you.
Fatty Xin's eyes went dark, and he woke up from his dream.
"Only a monster can do such a cruel thing!" Duan Xiaojian's affirmative voice echoed in the spacious classroom.
"Yes, demon." Shin Banner was depressed for a while, then eased from the nightmare, and began to adapt to the harsh light in the classroom. .
He had never thought the curse classroom so cute.
"Right!" The recognition of others made Duan Xiaojian's tone even more proud, and even his hunchback was slightly straightened. He patted Fatty Xin on the shoulder and asked excitedly: "You have many Europa monsters, Xin, what do you think this cruel monster would be? Could it be Horus!"
"Zheng Qing." Fatty Xin rubbed his eyes, saw a figure in front of him vaguely, and muttered: "Satan."
"What?" Zheng Qing drew his ears, feeling that he hadn't heard clearly.
Several classmates around also showed surprised eyes.
"I'm going to cut off my ties with you!" Fatty Xin quickly woke up, with an expression of grief and anger on his face: "How can you take advantage of others!"
Zheng Qing blinked, her face blank.
"I think he was talking about the contract." Xiao Xiao's low laughter came from behind.
Zheng Qing suddenly.
"Don't don't don't," he said with a smiley face: "Everyone buys clothes for money. They are all brothers. It is not worth cutting off for this."
Fatty Xin tried to squeeze out an angry expression, but with little success.
His expression looked more like a crying face.
"Don't you want to be a man who eats the world? There are also men who want to break the shackles." Xiao Xiao's cold and quiet voice came from behind.
Fatty Xin turned his head, and happened to see Xiao Xiao lifting his head from his notebook and holding his glasses.
He couldn't help but shudder.
"That's right," Zheng Qing seemed to think of something, and tried to recall: "Also, the blood is boiling all over, for..."
"Going to work for the employer!" Zhang Jixin's red face was already darkened. He quickly wiped the clean stool with the corner of his robe, helped Zheng Qing sit down, and looked at Fatty Xin righteously: "It's a man, One spit and one nail, speak for nothing!"
"That's it!" Fatty Xin's face was pale and uncertain, his fat lips were shaking, and his face was crying: "Without a word, it's hard to chase a horse."
Other people around saw it inexplicably.
"Old Yao is here again! Old Yao is here again!"
The bald boy behind the door screamed.
The originally chaotic classroom quickly quieted down.
With a yellow face, black robe, and sparse and shiny hair, Professor Yao strode into the classroom, stood on the podium, and coughed slightly.
There was no sound in the classroom, and everyone was sitting upright in their seats.
The professor nodded in satisfaction.
Zheng Qing noticed that his usual pipe was tucked in his chest pocket, but instead grabbed a newspaper in his hand.
"I'm going to talk about a few things." He went straight ahead, with a serious tone: "The first one is the wandering thing yesterday. I have heard about it. Several classmates handled it well."
His small dark eyes fell on Zheng Qing: "Let us applaud for Zheng Qing."
There was warm applause in the classroom.
Fatty Xin also slapped his hands weakly.
"Because it is not an event on campus, the school will not award it directly." The professor raised his hand and slightly pressed the button to signal everyone to be quiet: "But as a counselor, I will reward him with five credits. Everyone Are there any objections?"
Zheng Qing looked at the podium in surprise, and Yao nodded to him encouragingly.
The envy of congratulations from the students around him kept flowing.
"In addition." Professor Yao interrupted the noisy atmosphere in the classroom, raising his voice and said, "Recently, there has been some restlessness inside and outside the school. I guess you all feel it."
As he said, he waved a newspaper he was holding, and there was a sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "Some big demon broke into the school's special plane, some black prison riots, all messy rumors."
"Especially last night, there was a terrible second-degree murder in the school, and there are rumors that the school had a Horus."
The classroom was completely quiet, everyone closed their mouths and looked nervously at the podium.
"I don't want to hear these shadowy rumors in the college."
As he said, Old Yao glanced slightly in the classroom, and emphasized: "I don't want to hear at all!"
I don't know if it is an illusion, Zheng Qing felt that those eyes seemed to pause in the boys circle.
"If you don't know, don't guess at random! If you know any clues, report it to the school, and no one will deduct your reward." Old Yao slammed the newspaper in his hand on the desk hard: "You are all freshmen who have just entered school. I only emphasize one point."
Must love small animals? Not allowed to discuss details about the murder in private? Or, take care of your little pet?
Various thoughts were tumbling quickly in Zheng Qing's mind.
Professor Yao glanced at the classroom with a serious expression for a week:
"Don't be self-righteous!"
"You haven't even recorded a complete spell in your book."
"Don't be a hero~EbookFREE.me~ to fight the murderer."
"If there are any clues, tell seniors as soon as possible."
"Senior seniors, school staff, teaching assistants, professors, and even your old guardian Ni can do it."
"Only one point."
"Don't make your own claims, take risks without authorization."
"To be able to do such a frenzied thing in the core area of ​​the Wizarding University, No. 1 University, no matter whether the murderer is a monster or a beast, it is not something you young people can handle."
"Any unauthorized actions must be prepared for expulsion from the school!"
There was an uproar in the classroom.
Several boys around smashed their heads on the table in frustration.
Their ambitious hunting plan has not yet begun, it is over.