The chemistry classroom was filled with smoke after the explosion.
The teaching building seemed to be on fire.
Ian saw a scene of two people arguing fiercely at the classroom window. He was very curious. Is there anyone else who could see those invisible Reaper like him?
I'm afraid my adoptive father also has an adopted daughter!
When I think of this.
Ian I suddenly became energetic.
This big fight is getting more and more interesting!
"Don't move around here, I'll bring you some oranges later." Ian turned to Madison, who had already taken out his cell phone and was taking pictures, trying to get a big wave of traffic on social media, and then immediately ran towards the teaching building, fearing that he would miss the most exciting part if he ran too slowly.
"I don't want oranges! Bring me back some of Mr. White's morphine!" Madison shouted at Ian's back. The bad girl's attention has been on the video shooting. Poor academic performance does not mean that she is not a smart girl, so she not only knows that Ian wants to watch the show up close, but also knows what is most valuable in the chemistry teacher's classroom.
Madison doesn't need those contraband items, but those contraband items can make her stand out in front of her friends.
"No problem!"
Even when money was not mentioned, Ian was still willing to help his friend. The acrid smoke mixed with the burnt smell hit his face, and he ran towards the chemistry classroom in the teaching building against the flow of screaming people.
A teacher passed by.
I didn't even ask him what he was going to do.
It's too late for them to escape, so how can they possibly care about other students. America's national conditions are like this, so Hollywood movies will praise those sporadic moral brilliance. Helping others? In some places, people will find it easy, and in other places, they can already be called heroes.
Outside the classroom where smoke billows.
Ian poked his head inside a little.
He saw two women.
One is a female Reaper wearing a black uniform, her face is very unfamiliar, not an old acquaintance Tessa, and the other is a blue-haired girl, her hair is still shining under the sunlight outside the window.
She has a delicate face with a strange tattoo on her forehead, pale skin, and dark purple clothes that make her look even colder. Ian searched his memory but found no information about this girl.
"Maybe it's a less popular character?"
Ian thought in his mind.
In the classroom.
The ground is full of debris after the explosion, and some chemical substances are still flowing slowly on the ground. They seem to be slowly gathering together to outline some pattern.
It's just that no one noticed.
"This man made a deal with Trigon, and I need to know the reason from him." The girl stared at the female Reaper expressionlessly, with a transparent soul curled up in the corner of her finger.
Yes.
Ian can also see this soul.
It was his unlucky chemistry teacher Walter·Mr. White.
"Trigon would not look down on such an ordinary person." The blue-haired girl's tone was somewhat firm and concise. She obviously felt that there was some conspiracy behind this matter.
"I'm not ordinary!"
Mr. White defended himself in the corner.
"The drug lord who is terminally ill, made a deal with Demons, and gained a new life - this is as ordinary as the planets in the universe." The girl said in a calm tone.
"..."
Mr. White was stunned and speechless.
"I'm a good person... I do it all for my family, and I want to leave some money to my family..." Mr. White stammered, trying to defend the ownership of his soul.
"Only those who don't sign a contract with Demons are called good people, like me." The blue-haired girl paused, "No, neither am I. My father is Demons."
This dry humor has a slightly self-deprecating tone.
But Mr. White couldn't feel the drama.
"Special girl, I sympathize with your experience, but this soul has been marked and I must take it away." The brown-haired female Reaper also had a firm attitude.
"You are making decisions that are harmful to the world, and you are more stupid than me." The blue-haired girl's tone was also calm, and she expressed her opinions on the female Reaper without hesitation.
"Reaper never needs to care about Lord Hell's problems." Female Reaper smiled softly, stepped forward, and was about to take Mr. White away. When she saw the blue-haired girl making a move, she raised her hand for the first time.
"What did you do to me?"
The blue-haired girl suddenly realized that she couldn't move and frowned slightly.
"I'm doing my duty."
The female Reaper responded and moved her hands towards Mr. White - however, Mr. White did not feel this kindness, and he hesitated and did not respond to Reaper.
"Come on, don't be afraid, death is just a new beginning."
Female Reaper spoke softly to comfort her.
Their profession also has rules that need to be followed, that is, the person they want to take away must be willing, so that they can take away the soul that should no longer be left in the world.
"I need to achieve my goal, even if I have to bear some charges." The immobilized blue-haired girl's forehead lit up with red light, and her eyes turned red in an instant.
The atmosphere was tense.
Reaper feels like facing a powerful enemy.
The temperature in the air began to drop sharply.
And at this time.
"Wow, your forehead is so bright." A hand suddenly stretched out and clasped the blue-haired girl's forehead, as if to pull off the "jewel" that lit up her forehead.
[Darkness Erosion]
[Berserker Experience+3]
A voice sounded in Ian's ears.
Ian got the "offense" reward he wanted.
"Sorry, I didn't wake up. I thought I found my lost big gem..." He looked at the Sanwu girl whose eyes were extinguished and staring at him expressionlessly with a sneer.
"Who are you? Your hand is worse than mine?"
A trace of confusion flashed in the girl's eyes.
"A passerby who didn't want to mention his name." Ian grinned. He turned to look at the chemistry teacher in the corner and waved hello to Mr. White.
"Hi, Mr. White, you look good!"
A warm greeting.
All he got was Mr. White's reaction of curling up in the corner even more - he knew Ian was not normal, but he didn't expect it to be abnormal to such a weird and weird level.
If you become a ghost, can the other party still see you?
"Are you Reaper too?" In fact, the blue-haired girl cannot understand the situation of Ian. People who have been eroded by her power are ridiculous and will not be so brilliant.
Questions for girls.
"I'm not."
Ian shook his head.
"I can see that you can't reach the hair-pulling stage. You are no match for her. This is normal. Reaper are all Men in Black. Now it is the Black Lives Matter version."
"Black clothes are also black."
He reached into the girl's pocket.
"What do you do?"
The girl who was still not completely free from the restraints frowned. She watched her wallet being taken out by Ian, and then watched Ian open her wallet and walk towards the female Reaper.
"I'm actually quite curious about what happened to Trigon she mentioned." Ian counted out two hundred dollars, pocketed one hundred for himself, and then handed another hundred to Reaper.
"Have some tea without delay."
Ian could see that the girl was not his adopted sister, but this did not prevent him from showing his warm-heartedness - well, he was greedy for the magic power on the girl's forehead that came from the boss-level Demons.
So.
Face-Face Fruit!
Start!