Chapter 247 Restraint

Less than half a day later, the situation inside the shantytown was the same as before. Because of the previous lesson, no one approached the site of the accident for the time being, leaving a large empty area.

Chen Chuan asked Lao Qi to wait outside and walked in alone. He came to the backyard of the restrained and strange place. The dummy was still holding Xiaoman and lying there quietly.

The ritual pattern painted on the wall has faded a little. The ritual materials that Lao Qi found are still good and should not have been cheated by anyone. Judging from the situation, even if they are left here, they can still last for a few days.

He returned to the front room, found a can, scraped Lang Teng and Bochen's hair and blood into it, burned it, and then mixed it with the remaining materials and expanded the ritual pattern again.

The ritual pattern cannot be repeated, but it can be extended around it, which is equivalent to rearranging it in a circle on the periphery. Of course, the foundation already existed, and not much content was added.

After he finished the last stroke, he threw away the ritual pen and looked back at the dummy. If everything went well, then this strange rumor should be reduced to a minimum.

After waiting for a while, the virtual reaction on the second me began to subside.

With a click, the dummy changed from a half-sitting position to a lying position, and the arms holding Xiaoman loosened.

Chen Chuan waited silently for the result. The signs of blurring were gradually weakening, but after reaching a certain level, they stabilized there and did not change anymore.

This level is actually much stronger than when he first arrived. If there were anyone around, they would all be killed within a few days.

Sure enough, it still can’t be completely solved.

He had considered before that the formation of this strange story might not be entirely due to Xiaoman's obsession, but the dummy itself might have problems.

Although Xiaoman's obsession was the biggest inducement, if he gave up, things would have remained silent and there would have been no more movement. However, Xiaoman's death was like adding fuel to the fire, and things became more complicated.

He walked over and pressed on the chest and abdomen of the dummy. Sure enough, he found a detachable area. He removed an outer panel there, revealing what was inside - a set of assembleable internal organ molds.

This is not a mannequin for displaying clothes, but a prop mannequin used by certain specific groups for training. Judging from the marks on the inner wall of the mannequin, it is possible that real internal organs have even been placed inside.

The source of this kind of thing made him think of those organizations that resell human organs.

Furthermore, in addition to the normal internal organ molds, there were also some things made of thin films and wool. They looked like cushioning fillers, but he knew that they actually represented the fighter's alienated tissue, but there might be more to it than that...

He tried to open the dummy's head, and it looked empty inside. But upon closer inspection, he saw some remaining crystal fiber-like things inside, which looked very beautiful.

He thought about it and felt that this was most likely the remnants of alienated brain tissue. A head had been placed here before, and the one who could form such alienated characteristics was most likely a fighter of the third level.

But how could a fighter of this level possibly have his mind inside of it? The strange story might also be due to this mind having been inside of it.

In order to quickly and completely dispel this strange rumor, we have to find out the cause behind it.

But he didn't have time to do this, so he had to take another approach, which was to completely restrain the ghost and keep it by his side.

Although he had thought about this before, he didn't expect that this opportunity would come to him so soon.

This kind of long-standing and imprisoned strange story can replace drugs to stimulate his alienated tissues, but the esoteric ritual materials used for restraint are indispensable and also cost money.

Of course, compared to medicine, it may be cheaper, and judging from the extent to which Tantric Buddhism is prevalent in the central city, the market for ritual materials is large enough, and ritual materials used simply for restraint are not expensive, and are very common types for Tantric Buddhism.

Moreover, esoteric materials are classified as contraband in the market and will not be sold on the platform. There will also be no records of the transaction process, which is considered friendly to him.

But we can’t just leave something like this here. We have to find a way to move it, otherwise it will break free at any time.

Generally speaking, long-term confinement requires a special esoteric ritual prop. These unique items are often crafted by esoteric cults, and some leftover artifacts from strange stories also have corresponding functions. He might have something that can be used as a substitute, so he could try it out to see if it works.

It seems I need to go back to school first.

After thinking it over, he went to the side and got a shovel, and buried the dummy back in the pit. Xiaoman's body also needed to be dealt with. So after cleaning up the place, he walked out with Xiaoman's body.

After leaving the shantytown and coming to the front of the car, he found Lao Qi asleep in the seat. The latter had been busy all night and drove them back and forth. Since he was not a fighter, he was very tired.

But as soon as he approached, Lao Qi woke up again. He must have set a reminder in advance on the boundary. When he saw Chen Chuan, he sat up and asked, "Brother Chen, how are you?"

Chen Chuan said, "There's still a little issue that needs to be dealt with. I need to go back to school to get some things." He put Xiaoman's body down and said, "Old Qi, please help me take care of it."

When Lao Qi saw Xiaoman's body, he sighed, "This child is so pitiful. Brother Chen, your own affairs are more important. Go ahead and take care of them. Leave this matter to me."

Chen Chuan looked at him and said, "Old Qi, you're tired too. Go back once you're done. I can handle the rest by myself."

Lao Qi said okay.

Chen Chuan handed Xiaoman's body to him and turned away.

After he walked away, Lao Qi seemed to remember something and slapped his head, "No, that money..." Chen Chuan's voice rang out from the world: "Lao Qi, leave the money with you first, we'll talk about it later."

"Oh, okay."

Chen Chuan went outside and took the tram. Soon he returned to school. When he entered the Xuangong Building, Jie Ping was connected with Hong Fu.

"It was detected that the student did not return to the dormitory yesterday. For the sake of the student's safety, the academy recommends that the student implant some small observation implants that do not hinder physical activities.

This implant can monitor the internal workings of the student’s body. If a dangerous situation occurs, it can be transmitted to the academy in real time, so that the academy can understand the situation...”

The benefits of these implants are also listed later, such as being able to record specific data when students fight with others, understand hormone levels in real time, and detect the growth direction of alienated tissue. In this way, combined with the evaluation results, more specific training plans can be given.

After reading it, Chen Chuan refused without thinking.

Putting aside the fact that he wasn't planning on getting an implant, if this kind of thing were transmitted to the platform, not only his whereabouts but also his information would be completely known to others.

It's easier to train, but also easier to target. It's better for him to be an Enlightenment School, or perhaps a Pure School.

Just as he got on the elevator and walked towards the dormitory, he received two messages in succession. These were several photos sent by Tan Zhi. Looking at the photos, this guy was still at the dance party, and in the photos, he was surrounded by young women with bold clothes and enchanting figures.

In one of the photos, Tan Zhi is posing with his body leaning back, one hand on his forehead and the other hand stretched backward as far as possible. His face shows an expression of reaching the peak, while a circle of women surround him. They raise their hands up and their feet are off the ground at the same time, with their skirts flying. The scene is very dynamic.

This classmate Tan Zhi's dancing moves were quite good. He casually clicked on the video that he had already seen it and swiped away.

He then looked at the second message, which was sent to him by one of Wu Yi's teachers on the academy's internal platform. This teacher said that he learned from the platform that the new students were lacking in combat skills, so he was willing to provide guidance. If anyone was interested, they could contact him, and he also posted his past evaluations.

Chen Chuan took a few glances and moved it into the collection to be viewed. The elevator door opened at this time, and he hurried back to the dormitory. He first washed up, changed his clothes, ate a few nutritional pastes, then rummaged through the suitcase, and finally took out a maxillary bone with sharp teeth.

This is what was left behind after solving the mountain ghost story.

He has to keep all the relics of past ghost stories, and this upper jaw bone may be used as an item to restrain the ghost story. He needs to give it a try, because he has never done such a thing before. Just looking at the information given to him by Director Lei, it should be feasible in theory.

Moreover, he does not need to use the ghost story to do anything, just tie it up and keep it beside him, so the difficulty will be very low, and at most only the most basic application will be involved. If it is driven, the complexity may increase exponentially.

Therefore, the person who performed the large-scale esoteric rituals at the time had extremely profound attainments in this area, and it was no wonder that Molan Company invested in him.

After taking this thing, he also took the information book with him, put it in a sturdy bag, and left the school again, taking the tram back to the shantytown.

Lao Qi's car is not there. It seems he went to deal with Xiaoman's affairs after his death.

He returned to Xiaoman's backyard alone, buried the upper jawbone, and placed it on the dummy's chest.

Then he spread out the book in front of him, turned to a certain page, took out the last bit of ritual materials, and began to outline it stroke by stroke according to the page.

Because the ritual pattern was quite complicated, he had to copy it.

After working for most of the day, I had almost used up all the ritual materials before I finally completed the ritual pattern. Fortunately, there were no mistakes.

He took a few steps back. Whether he would succeed or not, he just had to wait for the result.

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(End of this chapter)