Chapter 61

Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, blessings are always there, and another year begins with drums and gongs.

The Supernatural Society had a great time celebrating the New Year in Lin Ling. It was their first time celebrating the New Year away from home, but it was more lively than if everyone was alone at home.

Do winter vacation homework, catch up on study progress, practice supernatural physical skills, go to the Tree God Tribe to visit the folk exhibition for a few days, and fight with the cats and dogs in the village... Well, the last one refers specifically to Chu Zhongyuan.

While rushing to finish his winter vacation homework, Zheng Qiuji couldn't help but sigh: "What does it mean to take a break from your busy schedule to save the world?"

The days passed by in the fulfilling and touching shouts. The winter vacation was short in the students' memories, and the race between life and death was selectively blurred, leaving only laughter and joy.

Before leaving Linling, they received a letter.

A letter from Heshu Town.

Looking at the old-fashioned paper and the seal script, Zheng Qiuji felt his eyes hurt.

"Has He Bo lived from the Qin Dynasty to the present? He actually still uses this kind of font..."

"Who says he isn't? I can testify that he is my colleague in Pit 3."

Chu Zhongyuan complained as he pulled out the entire letter. At the bottom of the envelope, there was a heavy object that supported the weight of the entire envelope.

"What is that?"

Gu Qingming turned the envelope over, and a crystal clear translucent bead fell out of it, with an equally crystal clear liquid flashing inside.

Gu Qingming swore that when the bead fell into his palm, he definitely heard the sound of rippling water.

"It seems to be... a mysterious item?"

Gu Qingming said somewhat uncertainly.

"Mysterious items... also known as supernatural items, refer to items that have special abilities due to the accumulation of mysterious factors..."

Luo Dong reflexively memorized the definition of the mysterious object. He put the bead under the sunlight and saw the water inside rippling with a rugged, fish-scale-like light.

"Let's translate these small seal characters first... He Bo is only 200 years old, why is he still using small seal characters..."

Chu Zhongyuan muttered to himself, took out his mobile phone, opened the automatic translation software, and began to translate common words one by one.

"Exactly four sections, one for each person."

Gu Qingming sighed, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, as if doing so could relieve the fatigue of his eyes.

The Habaek Letter, which took a huge amount of work to translate, is a lyrical letter expressing gratitude and greetings.

He Bo first used a lot of words to describe his longing for several people, and then said that under Chu Zhongyuan Ji's words, his body that was polluted by the vengeful spirits has completely recovered. The He Bo Temple will reopen its doors to welcome incense soon, and people can come and visit when they have time.

Finally, He Bo explained the origin of the bead.

Before opening the temple, he and his believers searched the abandoned Hebo Temple and found the water-fixing bead he made before he was infected by the vengeful spirit in the pile of old things. As a condensation of the power of the fifth-level mysterious power at its peak, this mysterious item has a certain range of containment effect on any abnormal fluctuations in any water system, such as rivers, lakes and seas.

Gu Qingming and others have become official CPAs, and the complex situations they will encounter in the future will only become more and more. Ding Shuizhu can be of some help in some circumstances.

He Bo thought about it, and finally chose to give his "relics" to these friends who had fought with him, which was also likely to maximize its value.

"I don't know where you are carrying out your mission now... I can only send the letter to Cao Sheng and ask him to forward it. I wish you all the best. After this journey, the road ahead will be full of clouds and mist."

This letter ends.

"I didn't expect... this is actually a mysterious item."

Chu Zhongyuan also picked up the bead and examined it carefully, feeling a little emotional.

"I didn't expect that Habaek would invite us so enthusiastically. Now we can't not go."

"Maybe we can mobilize some more people when we fight with Ceobe in a team battle in the future."

Gu Qingming used a serious tone to outline a future that no one dared to imagine.

“That’s really cool.”

When Luo Dong thought of the feeling of "an arrow piercing the clouds in front of the battle formation, thousands of troops rush to meet it", his blood began to boil.

"By the way, I'm going to the train station soon, and my Polaroid camera has just arrived. Come on, come and try it out with me!"

Luo Dong put away the photo paper, pulled his three companions to stand in a row, and he set up the camera at the front, counting down from three, two, one.

“Click—”

At the moment the photo is frozen, the photographic paper also begins to be imprinted. The smiling faces of the young people are filled with the audacity of youth, which is the absolute courage of being fearless and moving forward.

The old green train passed through the snowy forest where the snow had not yet melted. Birch trees stood along the tracks like silent guards.

The Tree God Tribe, Laoshugou Village, the stars and the moon were all left behind. The short period of just over ten days was like a dream, thrilling and slightly heavy.

Two trains heading in opposite directions passed each other on two closely spaced tracks. Granny Shen took the gifts from her children and stubbornly chose to take the train back to Laoshugou Village alone.

After she put her things in the yard, she rushed to the yard of Chu Zhongyuan's house next door and opened the door with her key. She saw three pots of pansies growing lushly in the window behind the house.

Pansies generally only have a lifespan of one or two years, but the one in Chu Donghai's home has been blooming ever since the death of Doctor Lin Ling, like a symbol of commemoration.

Granny Shen looked through the window and saw the moist soil in the pots of flowers. It seemed that the students had watered them thoroughly before they left, and they didn't need to be watered for the next two or three days.

Granny Shen rushed back to her house and put her things away. Then the pastoral dog that was fostered next door rushed over barking.

The black pastoral dog looked up and pointed at the basket on the courtyard wall and barked twice. The witch rummaged through the basket and took out a stack of cash wrapped in paper with words written fluently in Eastern C language on it.

"For the room fee, thank you, mother-in-law. I paid in cash because it was inconvenient to pay online."

Granny Shen smiled and shook her head. She pushed open the door, and the furnishings in the house were still very clean, looking just like they were before she left.

She had just settled her dog and luggage when someone knocked on the door again in the snow.

Granny Shen opened the door, and two CPA specialists in police uniforms looked serious: "Hello, you are the owner of this yard, right? We have some questions about your tenants and would like to know more from you."

Lantai City, the Lantern Festival.

Gu Qingming was boredly flipping through his phone in the living room. In the group of the Supernatural Society, Luo Dong was frantically posting photos of Lin Ling. The last photo was obviously exactly the same as the one pinned to the top of the circle of friends:

Luo Dong carefully selected several photos taken in Linling and pasted them on his newly made photo wall. He couldn't help showing off his awesomeness.

"Little Qingming——"

Lu Ze's long-drawn voice came from the kitchen, "Do you eat coriander?"

"I'm fine with either. I'm not picky, Uncle Lu Ze!"

Gu Qingming reflexively threw down his phone and answered seriously. The next second he began to laugh at himself for such a big reaction. Lu Ze stretched out his hand from the kitchen and made an OK gesture. The notification sound of a new message came, and Gu Qingming sat down quickly, only to see a bright red dot appear in the class group.

Class teacher Wang Yun: Lantai No. 1 Middle School has announced the start of school. Are you ready for these must-have items? ! (Forwarded from Director Zhang Yiwei - Lantai No. 1 Middle School Teacher Notice Group.)

Class teacher Wang Yun: Lantai No. 1 Middle School opening process.docx

Li Zhiwei’s father: Received

A lot of messages came pouring in, so Gu Qingming quickly turned off the group message reminder and forwarded the school opening notice document to the supernatural community.

He successfully received a lot of wailing.

Ghost Festival Guard: No, school will start right after the Lantern Festival? Didn’t Zhang Yiwei say before the holiday that school would start two days after the Lantern Festival? ? ?

【Confucius said: No conscience】: Maybe Emperor Zhang likes to surprise people, why doesn't he have a word spirit saying: Confucius said: "School won't start tomorrow?"

Zhongyuan Festival Guard: This requires you to use your subjective idealism

Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem: Now something has happened, I haven't packed anything yet! Tomorrow morning, boarding students have to arrive an hour early! Arrive at school at 5:30?!

Ghost Festival Guard: Transfer to another school! He must be transferred. Don’t spoil him!

The three talkative people inside chattered over a hundred messages. Gu Qingming rubbed his forehead, wondering where they got all the inspiration for their dirty talk. Lu Ze poked his head in the kitchen: "It's time to eat, Xiao Qingming!"

"Here we come! Uncle Lu Ze!"

Gu Qingming quickly charged his mobile phone and quickly ran to the table in the restaurant and sat down.

The lean meatball soup sprinkled with chopped green onions and coriander is sweet and fresh. A steaming bowl of it makes you feel as if your body is warmed up. The beautifully fried shredded pork with fish flavor is slightly spicy, sweet and sour. The cabbage, tofu and vermicelli are stewed together, and served with two sweet and sour poached eggs and crystal clear rice. It is so delicious that Gu Qingming could almost swallow his tongue.

Fortunately, with Uncle Lu Ze and Chu Zhongyuan, two great chefs, by his side, Gu Qingming suddenly felt that no danger was a big deal.

"Is it delicious, Xiao Qingming?"

Lu Ze took off his apron, wiped his hands, and asked with a smile.

"Uncle Lu Ze's cooking, of course it's delicious."

Gu Qingming usually doesn't use sweet words, his words are always straightforward, but the sincerity contained in his words makes everyone doubly happy.

This is probably the offensive power of a straight ball, right?

Lu Ze thought that his mood, which had been messed up by Ceope, suddenly became much better.

"You guys did a great job on Lin Ling's behalf."

Lu Ze sighed as he served himself a bowl of lean meatball soup.

The Linling incident was an extremely vicious incident in reality, and the threat level was even higher than that of low-level secret realm incidents.

When Cao Sheng chose to recruit these three high school students as formal members of CPA, the association was still somewhat dissatisfied, believing that every underage person joining the association would need to undergo several years of assessment. Unexpectedly, these little guys solved a secret incident in a blink of an eye, leaving the opposition speechless.

Now the vicious incident of Lin Ling has been directly resolved. It is hard to imagine how many lives would have been ruthlessly taken away if these high school students had not delayed time and allowed the middleman to succeed.

"The points will be distributed in the next few days. When you log in to the official website in a few days, you may find that you have become the youngest C-level specialist."

Lu Ze said with a smile.

The CPA Association's psychics are divided into five levels from top to bottom, namely monarch level, level A, level B, level C, and level D, based on their abilities and contributions. The existing underage psychics are basically level D, and Gu Qingming and three others, because of their accumulated contributions, have become the youngest level C psychics as underage high school students. In recent days, they have become household names in the association.

"Really?"

Gu Qingming's eyes suddenly lit up, and after his calmness broke, he revealed the excitement that belonged to his age.

"Of course it's true, but it also means that you may have to face more dangerous tasks in the future."

Lu Ze sighed. He couldn't help but start to worry whether it was too early to let these high school students come into contact with such a mysterious level, but Cao Sheng's words "Don't underestimate any CPA because of their age" were still echoing in his ears.

Cao Sheng, who had just dealt with the Lin Ling incident, shook his head, revealing an expression of emotion that Lu Ze could not understand: "Don't underestimate them, Lu Ze."

Yes, don't underestimate any CPA. Moreover, maybe the boys will bring more surprises to the current deadlock between CPA and the evil spirits of the underworld.

After all, these young people have a tacit understanding that is enough to bring about miracles, and they completely trust each other.

This world always gives some preferential treatment to young people who are fearless.

"jingle!"

There was no time for him to continue worrying. As soon as Lu Ze finished speaking, the doorbell rang suddenly. He stood up, motioned for him to go and take a look, and then left the restaurant.