Chapter 22 Clear Mist

"Woo-woo--" The whimpering voice was filled with clear sadness and despair, as if a pitiful girl was suffering inhuman torture in public.

Listening to the sound without looking at the picture will definitely make people think crooked.

Just dislocated, this guy was in the process of twitching and breathing violently, and the two ham sausages sandwiched between the bread slices were stuck in his throat, and the pink neck in the white was bulging.

She seemed to want to break off the food in her mouth, but when she accidentally touched her chin, she shrank back in pain like lightning.

A group of people next to him was stunned.

They had never seen such an outrageous death scene. They stood there like wooden people, staring blankly at Miss Byson's companion stomping her feet and bursting into tears, watching Miss Byson on the verge of choking to death.

Mark rolled his eyes, he couldn't stand it any longer, and rushed forward.

"let me."

The white fingers like a musician nimbly took out from her mouth lettuce with ketchup, half a fried egg, and four and a half ham sausages, and finally took off the two pieces of bread that had a crescent-shaped tooth mark.

Miss Byson survived the choking crisis, but when she saw that the hero who rescued her from her predicament was actually Mark, who she never dreamed of getting, she burst into tears.

She had just started to cry for a while, but her chin stopped abruptly because of the pain in her jaw.

Perhaps this is social death.

"Don't talk, rinse your mouth first." Mark picked up a glass of water and poured it into Miss Byson's mouth.

"Wow!" She felt nauseous before she poured in much, and spit out the water subconsciously with her tongue.

This is enough.

Mark held the back of her small head with one hand and her dislocated lower jaw with the other, and moved it up quickly.

After the almost inaudible "click", Miss Byson was surprised to find that her jaw was no longer sore, and she was able to move again.

There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and the edges of her mouth were a mess. Miss Baison, who had become a colorful cat, didn't need to look in the mirror to know how much she affected the city's appearance at the moment.

She forced a smile as if she was crying: "Thank... Thank you, Senior Destiny."

She bowed hard, and then she couldn't control her emotions any longer, and she burst into tears with "woo woo woo" covering her face.

Forget about social death, but also to die in front of the male god he cared about the most, even Mark wanted to help her write the word "miserable" on his body.

Her female companion was stupid for a second, afraid that she would do something stupid, and after bowing to Mark, hurriedly dropped the tableware and followed.

The uproar is over, and the aftermath is still spreading.

After everyone reacted, a colorful, double-digit handkerchief appeared in front of Mark.

"Senior Destiny, use my handkerchief."

"Use mine."

"Use mine!"

Mark embarrassedly took a handkerchief and wiped his ketchup-covered hands, washed it in the sink next to the dining hall, and then returned it to a blushing girl.

"thanks."

"Senior, how did you use the technique of dislocating joints?"

"This...a little bit of understanding."

"Senior, you are great."

Why do you understand?

Mark can't tell!

Do you want him to tell me that he once had a funny big fat cat in his house, and that stupid cat jumped up and bit a big salted fish, but he was too heavy, and he bit it. Call?

Mark used the fat cat as a bone-setting test, and was the bone-setting holy hand that he developed.

The only thing I didn't expect was that one day I would use this trick on the stupid girl just now.

With the halo of the Son of Heaven, Mark had a very tormented meal. On this table of six, he squeezed five new noble daughters.

But for the sake of manners and grace, he couldn't eat too fast.

Every time I have to swallow my food and wipe my mouth, I can only reply a sentence or two.

This is painful.

Mark swore that he would never marry any noble daughter.

That is to find guilt for yourself!

After finally eating half full, Mark didn't mind continuing to play social games with these good-looking daughters.

The point is that he sees someone disappear again.

This time it was a boy, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed a struggling expression, but it was his own hands that grabbed his throat.

In the dining hall, there were more than 300 people eating. Except for Mark, no one saw the boy struggling in the middle of the hall for more than ten seconds. In the end, his figure quickly faded and disappeared into the air.

There was even another boy who "discovered" the vacant seat and sat in the seat of the boy just now.

This is a very strange and frightening scene.

It seems that Mark's whole person is not well.

He left as if he was fleeing, under the pretext that he was going to see a certain professor. This is no reason to give the female companions around.

Hiding in the bathroom and washing his face, as the big bell of the clock tower above the college atrium rang twice, and just turned off the brass faucet that shines like gold, Mark immediately realized that something was wrong.

Fog in the public bathroom.

"Um!?"

The icy clear mist overflowed to knee-high in seconds.

What followed was silence.

This is absolutely not normal!

In the last quarter of an hour, there were still nearly hundreds of people in the entire academy, all kinds of walking and noise resounded in the atrium of the academy.

In the next quarter of an hour, only the sound of birds chirping from time to time shattered the pale loneliness. To make matters worse, it always felt like a sharp eagle would peck open the glass on the window at any time and peck it from an unexpected angle.

The noise just now and the dead silence at the moment formed an extremely strong contrast.

The wrong signal stimulated Mark's nerves frantically.

With a sudden bang, the door of the bathroom beside him slammed to the ground.

Mark's pupils shrank for a moment.

The door is wrong!

When he came in, he clearly remembered that the door of the bathroom was just blocking the sight of adults, only half of the copper hinged door.

The fallen one was a whole wooden door. The door panel was not only rotten, but also covered with unknown dead vines.

Looking around, after the clear fog lifted, all the furnishings in the bathroom became outdated, as if they had been abandoned for a century.

Gently moving the footsteps, the boots pressed on the ground, and immediately there were fine pieces of iron filings and blades floating in the air.

In the raised crumbs, Mark felt that even if he stepped on casually, the strange earth beneath his feet could let out an overwhelmed groan.

With a frown, he silently took out the... revolver that he had hidden in his backpack.

There is no tradition of searching students' backpacks on campus, and there may be no school shootings in this world.

It's just that what happened at the moment, Mark felt a hundred times worse than that.

A real giant [abnormal] actually burst out in the center of the mysterious academy. Wouldn't the professors' faces be disgraced if they said it?

Ridiculous and absurd, but a real fact.

【Minnie? 】Mark called out to his trump card lady in his heart.

[I am...but this is...a very powerful...abnormal...strength...suppressing...] Minnie's intermittent reply made Mark's heart hang high, and he let go half of it.

Mistry University was nominally the Imperial State University, but in fact it was backed by the major orthodox churches. This is where churches filter and cultivate extraordinary people.

What happened here is to slap all the orthodox churches in the face.

Mark believed that if this was a conspiracy, it would probably only take a little while before powerful professors came to town.

On the other hand, he has to prepare for the worst...

Stepping out of the bathroom carefully, Mark looked around. First of all, he was surprised to find that it was night at two o'clock in the afternoon. Second, it was still the Mystery Department of Mistry University.

It's just that this dilapidated scene is easily reminiscent of another world.

Even with the bright moonlight, because there were no lights and the feet were covered in fog, it was difficult for Mark to see the road ahead five meters away, so he could only grope his way based on the memory of the terrain this morning.

Returning to the dining hall I had just visited, it was dark inside, except for the rusted iron fence at the gate. It seems that the people who just ate with him were just ghosts full of ghosts, and they had left here long ago.

There was only darkness in the depths of the dining room, and even the moonlight could not enter.

Normal people wouldn't go in, but Mark did.

[Why enter...here...] Minnie asked.

Mark pouted: "If the enemy boss is hiding in the cafeteria, it would be too lack of style."

Not knowing where Mark's confidence came from, Miss Doll fell silent.

Mark went in for a walk, but found nothing useful. He opened the pot and found that there was only spider silk in it.

He had just come out of the dining hall when he suddenly heard a shrill scream in the distance.

"what--"

There was also a vague and shredding sound, but soon everything was dormant in the darkness again.

This scream made Mark's scalp tingle.

"If I remember correctly, it should be the herbarium where strange specimens are stored, right?"

No matter what horror story, isn't the stuff in the taxidermy better than your dining room?

Just as someone was on the verge of panic, a "puff" sound of birds flapping their wings made Mark so frightened that his heart almost flew out of his chest.

It's a raven flying!

After thinking about the night watchman from the raven, Mark felt distressed.

He actually got three different churches' gods of Rio, but only when he killed Galian. Because Galian's soul collapsed from the order camp to the chaos side, the entire soul was Cthulhu. However, from Galian, he did not get the Divine Power Slate rubbing of the night line.

If there is the power of the night line, at least in this environment, there is no need to be so passive.

Just when Mark was thinking wildly, a slight sobbing sound came from not far away.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

This was obviously a female cry, and it scared Mark almost to the point of being blown away.