Chapter 207 My Name Is Zhou Qingfeng

Why is it the tomb of Zhou Qingfeng? !

Is Zhou Qingfeng dead?

Fang Xiu suddenly thought of the information revealed by AK of Spades before, that is, Zhou Qingfeng was missing, and they didn't know where the dean was.

So...he's dead?

Fang Xiu vaguely felt that it was impossible. How could a mysterious dean who dared to calculate destiny, an idealist who wholeheartedly served weirdness, and a being who could control even S-level weirdness at will, die here?

Is it the same name?

When everyone saw that Fang Xiu was ignoring him, they couldn't help but become curious. They followed his gaze and their expressions suddenly changed.

"Zhou Qingfeng's tomb!? Zhou Qingfeng is dead?" Yang Ming looked shocked.

Even though his face was paralyzed, Bai Qi was equally shocked.

After experiencing the trip to Qingshan Mental Hospital, no one knew the terror of Director Zhou Qingfeng better than them. They saw two S-class weirdos in the mental hospital alone, not to mention many other weird ones that they had not encountered.

This kind of existence that can create S-level weirdness died here quietly?

Hei Jiji looked at everyone curiously, then looked at Zhou Qingfeng's tomb, and couldn't help but ask: "Who is Zhou Qingfeng? Is he your friend? Why are you so surprised to see this tomb?"

Yang Ming took a deep breath and explained: "Although we have never seen the real Zhou Qingfeng, we have seen the S-level weirdness he created."

"What!?" Hei Jiji was instantly shocked and his mouth opened slightly: "Create S-level weirdness? Did I hear you right? Can S-level weirdness be artificially created? Are you kidding me?"

However, no one smiled, some were solemn.

Seeing this, Hei Jiji couldn't help but feel a little bit in her heart. She really couldn't imagine that there were people in this world who could create S-level weirdness. Are they still human?

That was an S-level weirdness, the highest level of weirdness in the world. Without any restrictions, one weird thing could destroy an entire country.

"Could it be the same name?" Bai Qi asked solemnly.

"Whether it is yes or not, you will know after digging it out and taking a look." Fang Xiu replied, and then started digging the grave.

He wanted to dig Zhou Qingfeng's grave.

Hei Jiji was a little worried. After all, this cemetery was so scary. Digging graves hastily might lead to some bad consequences.

However, she thought of everyone's trust in Fang Xiu before, and finally did not stop him.

Maybe he has already seen the future?

Countless silver hairs grew and gathered together, like drills, constantly digging into the grave. Soon, a big hole was dug out of the grave.

Inside the cave was a coffin, a very ordinary wooden coffin.

It's so ordinary that it doesn't feel like it can hold the corpse of a big boss.

But when he saw the coffin, for some reason, Fang Xiu had a vague feeling in his heart. He felt that it was Zhou Qingfeng inside, and this feeling became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu stretched out his hand and gently grasped one side of the coffin.

Yang Ming and others watched his movements nervously, and they were all very curious as to whether the person inside was actually Zhou Qingfeng.

The next second, the mystery was revealed.

boom!

Fang Xiu opened the coffin and immediately revealed the scene inside.

I saw a person lying quietly inside, a corpse to be precise. The corpse was very fresh, as if it had been preserved. It was impossible to tell that it was a dead person, as if it was asleep.

Seeing the person in the coffin, everyone was instantly shocked.

Because the person inside is clearly Zhou Qingfeng!

He was wearing a decent retro suit, a gentleman's hat, and a pair of very old-fashioned glasses. He seemed to be asleep and very peaceful.

Dressed like someone from the last century.

"It's really Zhou Qingfeng!?" Yang Ming stared at Zhou Qingfeng's body.

He had never seen this face change before, and he would definitely remember this mysterious existence unmistakably.

Fang Xiu stared at Zhou Qingfeng's body for a long time, looking at every detail, and found that it was exactly the same as the real Zhou Qingfeng.

Could it be that... Zhou Qingfeng is really dead?

Walking around this station, there are traces of a hundred years ago everywhere, and Zhou Qingfeng's clothes are also in the style of a hundred years ago. Could it be that... he died a hundred years ago?

After a hundred years of death, the body has not changed?

No, that's not right!

He thought of the information he had received from the AK of Spades before. Although he had obtained it indirectly, it was not difficult to hear from their tone that although Zhou Qingfeng had disappeared, he had not disappeared for a hundred years.

If he disappeared for a hundred years, wouldn't that mean that AK of Spades is already a hundred years old? This is unrealistic, AK of Spades is obviously modern.

Moreover, although the facilities in Qingshan Mental Hospital are old, at least they have plasma TVs. This was not a product of a hundred years ago, but decades ago.

Fang Xiu thought of two possibilities. One was that this corpse was not Zhou Qingfeng, maybe it was just a stand-in. In this strange world, spiritual masters have all kinds of strange abilities, so it is not too incredible to create an identical self. things.

Another possibility is that the person in the coffin is the real Zhou Qingfeng, and the director of Qingshan Mental Hospital is not Zhou Qingfeng. He just took Zhou Qingfeng's identity for some reason.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu took out a scalpel and stabbed Zhou Qingfeng's neck.

Everyone was startled by his sudden action.

Looking at the scalpel entering his neck, Fang Xiu frowned.

Because he had already used the power of pain, but Zhou Qingfeng showed no reaction, and no blood even flowed from his neck.

It seems that the other party is really dead. This is indeed a corpse.

So Fang Xiu took the scalpel and began to search the corpse, trying to find some relevant clues.

Finally, he found a piece of parchment in Zhou Qingfeng's shirt pocket.

The moment he touched the parchment, Fang Xiu was sure that it was the same material as the parchment in Qingshan Mental Hospital.

Even after Yang Ming saw the parchment again, he confirmed on the spot: "He must be Zhou Qingfeng. This guy is an old riddler and likes to leave parchments for people."

In fact, Yang Ming blamed Zhou Qingfeng wrongly. After all, he didn't have a riddler. It's just that many things were intercepted by Fang Xiu, resulting in incomplete information obtained by Yang Ming, so he was naturally confused.

Fang Xiu ignored Yang Ming and threw himself on the parchment.

If there is anyone in the world who knows the weird best, it is naturally Zhou Qingfeng.

An existence that can freely travel between the present world and the other side, an existence that can create S-level weirdness, if anyone can know all the truths of the world, then Zhou Qingfeng must be one of them.

These truths are what Fang Xiu wants to know.

So, he slowly opened the parchment, and saw that it said: "My name is Zhou Qingfeng, when you see this sentence, I am already dead."