The two were walking and chatting when they suddenly found a large group of people gathered in the same direction not far away, and there seemed to be a small forest of the Academy of Social Sciences.

There were constant comments such as "dead", "hanging", and "Juliet" in my ears.

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The two looked at each other in surprise, speeded up, and rushed over side by side in tacit understanding.

"A Fei, Dingdang." A familiar greeting suddenly sounded behind him. When he turned around, he found that he was a classmate from the drama club.

When the female classmate ran closer, Ma Dingdang asked, "A Hui, what happened?"

A Hui's eyes were still filled with fear and said, "They said Xiaoyun had committed suicide by hanging himself."

Ma Dingdang said in surprise: "Little Cloud who plays Juliet?"

Xiaoyun, whom they mentioned, is a student in the Department of Politics and International Relations of the Academy of Social Sciences, and is also a member of the drama club.

Recently, the drama club is performing Romeo and Juliet's drama, and Xiaoyun is the one who plays Juliet.

With the conditions of Yang Yifei and Ma Dingdang, this drama was not originally a turn, but the main characters of the two are Hamlet and Ophelia, so they gave up the roles of Romeo and Juliet to others.

After all, there is not only the two of them in the drama club, and they cannot all the plays belong to them, so no one is willing to play with them.

Ah Hui's face was a little pale and said, "Yes! Dingdang, is it true that the legend that Juliet will die as long as she plays it? It's so terrible."

Ma Dingdang frowned slightly, looked at Yang Yifei, and said, "I don't know, let's go and see the situation first."

But Yang Yifei's heart moved. This scene... Did the General Secretary finally appear?

The three of them walked quickly towards the woods behind the Academy of Social Sciences. When they arrived at the place, many people had gathered here. Sure enough, they saw a slender figure hanging on a bare trunk.

Ma Dingdang and Ah Hui squeezed into the crowd, but Yang Yifei didn't go in. He turned around and looked around. Sure enough, on a long chair less than 30 meters away from the tree, he saw a man wearing a gray tweed jacket, a pair of jeans on his lower body, and a black sports hat on his head.

He was crossing his legs, putting a drawing board on his legs, and was drawing sketches.

Yang Yifei's eyes flashed and he walked straight towards him. At this time, his sketch was about to be completed, and he was drawing a scene of Xiaoyun hanging on his back.

Yang Yifei stood beside him and did not disturb him. He drew very seriously and did not care about the number of people around him.

When he finished his pen, Yang Yifei said, "It's a good painting."

The man looked up at him, smiled and said, "Thank you."

The standard face with a national character does not belong to the handsome and handsome fresh meat type, but it is indeed the very attractive bacon type. It is hard to tell from the appearance that his age is in his twenties and thirties.

His eyes and expression on his face gave people a feeling of extreme indifference, indifferent to almost simple.

Yang Yifei continued: "It will take about three hours to complete this sketch. Have you been sitting here for a long time?"

The man nodded and said, "Yes! I'll be here in the morning."

Yang Yifei said: "So, this girl has been hanging for a while."

The man said, "I guess she hanged her last night."

"You discovered her in the morning, why didn't you call the police, but instead draw a sketch here?" Yang Yifei's tone was very casual and did not show the meaning of questioning. This is a question.

The man said for granted: "Because I know that even if I don't call the police, others will report it."

Yang Yifei said: "But the longer the time passes, some possible evidence will likely disappear, so you must call the police as soon as you discover a murder."

A sudden look appeared in the man's eyes and nodded, "So that's it. I've learned a little more. If I encounter such a thing again next time, I will definitely call the police as soon as possible, thank you."

This is not a reaction that a normal person should have, nor is it something that a normal person would say. If a normal person hears this sentence, he will definitely feel very strange.

But the person who says this is not a normal person, and the person who listens to this is not a normal person.

Yang Yifei smiled and stretched out his right hand at him, saying, "Yang Yifei, Department of Chinese Language and Literature, School of Literature."

The man stood up, reached out and shook his hand, and said, "Department of History, Academy of Social Sciences, Jiang Zhenzu."

Zhengzu Jiang, the true ancestor of the zombie, and the general minister.

"A Fei." The police had arrived and began to deal with the scene. The students dispersed one after another. Ma Dingdang walked over here, "Who is this?"

Yang Yifei introduced: "The friend I just met is named Jiang Zhenzu."

After saying that, he looked at Jiangchen again and said with a smile: "This is my classmate, and also my fiancée, Ma Dingdang."

"Hello, Mr. Jiang." Ma Dingdang nodded to Jiangchen and greeted him.

The general smiled at her and nodded, "Hello, Miss Ma."

Just now when Yang Yifei called him a "friend", his eyes lit up. Yang Yifei was the first person to take the initiative to talk to him and call him a friend.

He has been in Baptist University for three months and will transfer one subject every month. In another week, he will transfer from the Department of History to the Department of Sociology.

He rarely goes to classes and always reads and studies alone, not to mention friends, not even a single person he knows.

First, he didn't know how to deal with people, second, he had been immersed in his own world, so he naturally had no chance to meet anyone.

Ma Dingdang said to Jiangchen: "Mr. Jiang, I have something to do with A Fei, let's talk about it next time! Bye."

The general nodded and said, "Okay, beg."

Yang Yifei also nodded to the general and turned around and walked away with Ma Dingdang.

"How is it? Is it a resentful spirit that is causing trouble?" Yang Yifei asked casually.

Ma Dingdang said solemnly: "I'm afraid yes, Xiaoyun was plagued by a strong resentment and had been dead for more than 10 hours but had not yet dispersed."

Yang Yifei said strangely: "This legend has existed before we entered the school. Why hasn't this happened in the past few years?"

Ma Dingdang was helpless and a little indignant, "I asked Ah Hui. Before we entered the school, because there had been several such incidents, the drama club has never played Romeo and Juliet again since then."

"It's bad that Father Zhang, who just came to school this year, said that he couldn't surrender to the devil, and that the students must act in this play, and said that the devil dared to come out and he just happened to destroy it."

"Hmph, I will swear. If he had that ability, Xiaoyun would not die. He would be responsible for this matter."

Baptist University is a church school, so there is also a church in the school where priests reside.

The priests in this world are not only able to preside over the mass, do worship, or something, but are truly clergy with the power of subduing demons.

But this so-called Father Zhang Yang Yifei has also seen it. There is only a tiny little light power in his body, and any entry-level paladin can beat him.

It's okay to deal with the little light power of dealing with the lonely ghost, but the evil spirits of the level of resentful spirit can easily kill more than ten or twenty of him. Father Zhang is purely the kind of person who has no mentality.

The resentful spirit lost to the love rival when he was fighting with Juliet, and hanged himself to death with resentment.

The most important thing is that when she hangs, she is still wearing a red Juliet costume. She is so-called fierce in red clothes, smiling at the face of a corpse, and laughing at ghosts is better than crying when ghosts cry.

In this way, she is not only a resentful spirit, but also a fierce spirit. With Father Zhang's tiny ability, let alone purifying the evil spirit, the only effect may be to anger the evil spirit and make herself die a little more miserable.

Yang Yifei said helplessly: "Forget it! What can he bear? The priest has a high status in the school and can't rectify him by normal means. We should solve this problem ourselves."

Ma Dingdang spread his hands and said, "How to solve it? The school and the surrounding area are so large, who knows where the fierce spirit is hiding? Could it be that I will play Juliet and lure her out?"

Yang Yifei looked at her with a smile. Ma Dingdang pointed at himself and said, "You don't really plan to let me play Juliet, are you? I'm not that one either! I can't help but let me play Ophelia's crazy, I can't control Juliet's silly and sweetness."

Yang Yifei was about to speak, but suddenly his heart moved, his eyes turned, and he had a new idea, and said, "Okay then! I'll try to find someone else to act, but we have to keep an eye on it so that there will be no problems."

Ma Dingdang asked curiously: "Who are you going to find?"

Yang Yifei's mouth curled up a little curve and said, "Keep it confidential for the time being. If it doesn't work, it may still fall on you in the end."

...

Third floor of Baptist University Library.

The president of the drama club, Romeo's actor, Peter, who has a good relationship with Yang Yifei, frowned and asked Yang Yifei: "What you said is true?"

Yang Yifei said seriously: "You know what Dingdang and I do. Will I make jokes about this?"

Pitt is a second-generation official, and his father is an official of the Hong Kong Education Department, so he roughly knows a little about Yang Yifei, an invisible rich man.

When he was a freshman, he had a little intention of making friends with Yang Yifei, but through contact, Yang Yifei found that although this person was a little proud, he did not have the aura of an ordinary second-generation.

He himself did not plan to go into politics because he liked children more, so his ideal was to be the principal of an elementary school. This made Yang Yifei feel good about him, so he acquiesced to him and enter his own circle.

Therefore, they had a lot of contact with each other. After a few years, they naturally knew the identity of him and Ma Dingdang's exorcist.

After hearing Yang Yifei's words, Peter hesitated: "Even if there is really a fierce spirit, she shouldn't have much harm to me when she attacks Juliet's actor, right?"

Yang Yifei spread his hands and said, "Who knows? Maybe she wants to take a Romeo down to accompany her? Who can tell the thoughts of the resentful ghost and evil spirits?"

When Peter heard this, he trembled all over and raised his hand and said, "Don't say anything, I promise you, but we can agree that you have to let me act in Hamlet next semester."

Yang Yifei patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "No problem, I will let you choose a role first in all activities in the drama club in the future."

"Okay, then we'll decide."

By making this choice, Pitt's fate was completely changed. In the original play, because he blocked the way of being a human being, he was tragically pulled out of his soul and sealed it into the mirror, becoming a spirit in the mirror. Naturally, he never had this opportunity again.

After discussing this with Peter, Yang Yi flew downstairs. As soon as he walked to the second floor, a "rake" sound of flipping books came into his ears.

Yang Yifei raised his eyebrows and looked for it in the sound. Sure enough, Jiang Chen was standing in the world history area and took down history books from the bookshelf. He was like flipping through the game, and he instantly flipped from beginning to end. Each book was finished in just a few seconds.

When Jiang Chen heard the footsteps, he turned around and saw that it was Yang Yifei, and smiled and said, "It's you!"

Yang Yifei nodded, walked to him, pointed to the book in his hand and smiled: "There are only two types of people who can read books like this. One is that they don't like reading at all, they just flip through and play with it."

"The other is the genius whose mental power is particularly strong. The moment the pages are turned, the content is recorded in the mind. Which one are you?"

Jiangchen thought about it and asked back, "How do you know the second type?"
To be continued...