The man who was built in the wall had an old style and dusty shirt on his upper body, black trousers on his lower body, and glasses on his nose.

Due to the lack of air moisture in the walls, his face did not completely rot, but was somewhat shriveled and full of wrinkles like shriveled fruit.

"A lot of cement and skin are glued together, and judging from the style of the clothes worn by the corpse and the state of the corpse, it seems that it was buried in the wall during the construction of this club activity building decades ago."

Li Ang analyzed calmly and used a steel rod to knock off the gravel around the dead body.

"Recently, it seems that it was because the club activity building was disrepaired, the roof leaked, and the rainwater penetrated into the wall, which made the body rot again, and green water oozed out on the wall."

As the upper body was completely digging out of the cement, the semi-dry body began to tremble slightly.

Li Ang took a step back without any haste and skillfully took out the Soviet-style mould bottle from his backpack.

Holding a mobilizer in the left hand and a steel stick in the right hand, pressing against the head of the mummy,

As long as the other party showed a little bit of aggressiveness, he would destroy the mummy on the spot without hesitation.

“…”

The mummy, whose lower body was still buried in the cement, shook more and more, and kept trembling like a sieve.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his turbid eyes and took a deep breath "hiss" as if he was about to suck the air of the whole world into his lungs.

Li Ang looked at the mummy coldly from the side, and attacked rashly when the opponent's strength was unknown. This is not a good option.

Attacks are not convenient for attacks, but asking is still OK.

Li Ang used a steel stick to pestle the mummy's neck and asked calmly: "Name, age, cause of death."

The other party lowered his head and stared blankly at the steel stick pressing against his neck, his eyes full of confusion.

Li Ang raised his voice and repeated another way.

At this moment, the mummy finally reacted. He raised his head in a daze, shook his head, and shook off the dust on his head, "Who are you? Why am I here?"

Li Ang frowned, looked at the mummy lowered his head, and found himself in horror that he was built in concrete, with his limbs and torso dry like firewood.

"Calm down, you need to calm down."

Li Ang made a random [Scattering of Broken Objects], slapped the resurrection corpse, slapped the other party a little confused, "Tell me your name, age, and cause of death."

"Cause of death? I, am I dead?"

The stunned zombie was stunned for several seconds, and finally began to introduce his life experience in Li Ang's kind eyes.

His name is Haruto Mizuhara, and he is a teacher at Ibaraki Middle School.

Twenty years ago, he discovered that there was inside information about the funding problems in the entire school. A leader of Ibaraki Middle School, together with his relatives as an engineering contractor, embezzled a large amount of money.

After a fierce psychological struggle, Mizuhara Haruto finally chose to report and disclose the matter.

However, the anonymous letter he sent to the newspaper was Ishi Shen Dahai, and the report phone number he used to call Ibaraki to the official local government in public telephone booth was not followed.

Instead, he was also found the real identity of the whistleblower by a very large interest group in the network through various means, tied him to Ibaraki Middle School, which was still under renovation and construction, and beaten to a coma.

Mizuhara Haruto thought that those people could give him a hard lesson at most, but when he woke up again, he was in the reinforced concrete wall.

"I've been dead... for so many years..."

Mizuhara Haruto looked at the modern buildings around him, covered his head, and collapsed, "Dad, Mom, Yumi, Rina..."

Obviously, the gap of twenty years is just a blink of an eye for this man.

But for those who live in the real world, these twenty years have been real years of suffering.

God knows how many tears they shed for the "missed person" of Mihun Haruto, how many miles they have walked, and how much hardship they have suffered.

Li Ang glanced at the painful and regretful expression on his face, raised the iron bar, "Hold on, I'm in a hurry."

“…”

Mizuhara Haruto looked at Li Ang, who was fully armed, and his expression changed several times on his shriveled face. In the end, he lowered his head and muttered to himself as if he had accepted his fate.

"Yes, what kind of face do monsters like me have to meet them? It's better to become a Buddha as soon as possible."

In Hijima culture, becoming a Buddha does not mean "becoming a Buddha or being a ancestor", but refers to letting go of all the troubles during life after death and being reborn in the Pure Land.

"Who said he wanted to send you to become a Buddha?"

Li Ang was a little surprised. While waving his iron stick and digging out Mizuhara Haruto completely, he quickly said: "You actually want to take revenge, right?

Take revenge against the villains who killed you and kept your family in pain."

“…”

Mizuhara Haruto was stunned for a moment and nodded hesitantly.

"Very good." Li Ang knocked the other party's shoulder with a steel stick, and it felt like he was hitting a piece of steel. "Your body can resist the small-caliber bullet shooting, lurking, and raising revenge on several ordinary people is easy,

After the grudge is over, it has nothing to do with me whether you want to break yourself up or hide in secret to protect your family."

Mizuhara Haruto asked silently, "But I look like this..."

"Modern plastic surgery is very developed. Inject some preservative hyaluronic acid into the muscles and apply a layer of pigment to the skin. Aren't you a normal person?"

Li Ang waved his hand and signaled Mizuhara Haruto to leave, "There are heads and debts, and there are grievances to repay grievances, and there are grievances to take revenge.

Get out quickly, I have limited time.”

I don’t know what to say about something good, Mizuhara Haruto hesitated for a moment, but turned around and left.

Standing there, Li Ang put away the flask and steel rod, took out the assault rifle carrying the grenade launcher, and pointed the muzzle at the back of the mummy.

[Task Objective: Solve seven supernatural events, currently completed 6/7]

Even though the task prompt sounded, Li Ang still did not put down his gun, but took out the walkie-talkie and contacted the epidemic doctor, and met the code, "Have you solved it?"

"not yet."

The epidemic doctor replied with some difficulty: "I have figured out a way to climb up the wall of the building, and now I am with the black Trojan horse,

There are many statues here, and they must be looked directly through their eyes to prevent their number from continuing to increase."

He paused and said with a wry smile: "It seems that someone must be trapped here to complete the task."

Li Ang was silent for a moment. The reason why he wanted to contact the epidemic doctor was to ask about the situation there.

The second is to confirm that the task prompt sound just now was completed by yourself rather than by the black Trojan.

To prevent the situation of Mizuhara Haruto lied to him.

After confirmation, only the last supernatural incident in the Black Trojan horse has not been resolved yet.

Li Ang was about to say that he arrived soon, but he found that the surrounding scene suddenly darkened, and the sky and the earth seemed to be covered with a thick shadow.

The sound of the wind that was originally howling and hunting suddenly calmed down quietly.

In Ibaraki Middle School, there is only absolute silence left, so quiet that you can hear your heartbeat.
Chapter completed!