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What a supreme honor to participate in such a great experiment!

The dean clearly treats each of you as his own children. Are you worthy of the dean?

As expected, only I can understand the greatness of the dean. Those stupid people say that the dean is a devil, so stupid! The dean is the kindest person in the world! Everything he does is to save the world.

Save everyone!

It is impossible for humans to overcome strangeness. If you want to save humans, you can only transform humans into strangeness. The other side is the ultimate destination of humans.

Use human hearts to control the strange body! We will usher in the era of strangeness in the whole nation and let everyone join this glorious evolution. The dean's ideals are exciting and trembling whenever he thinks of it.

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I took a photo with the dean today! Ahhhhh!!! I was so happy that I almost fainted!

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Another page turned and a yellowed photo fell from the diary.

Fang Xiu grabbed the photo and picked it up and looked at it.

In the picture, there is a young woman in a white coat, happily holding a man in a white coat.

The woman is not tall and petite. Her white coat looks a little bloated and pure and cute. She is very excited, her cheeks are red, and she is holding her scissors hands.

The man was about thirty years old, wearing a white coat, black-framed glasses on his face, a gentle smile, elegant temperament, and squinted eyes, giving people the feeling of a kind elder.

Fang Xiu stared at the man in the photo.

President of Qingshan Mental Hospital, Zhou Qingfeng!

From the photos alone, it is impossible to tell that this is a person who has created so many cruel and weird things. He gives people the feeling of being a more elegant scholar.

Just when Fang Xiu wanted to put away the photos, something strange happened.

Zhou Qingfeng in the photo actually became blurred, and the portrait was constantly fading, as if there was some mysterious force to erase it.

Fang Xiu frowned slightly, and instantly took out his cell phone and took a photo.

After the photo was taken, Zhou Qingfeng in the photo completely disappeared, leaving only a woman in a white coat.

Fang Xiu looked at the album of mobile phones, but there was no Zhou Qingfeng on it.

It's as if this person does not exist in the world at all.

What's going on?

Erased your own existence?

He opened the diary again, and as expected, all the fonts on it disappeared out of thin air.

This method made Fang Xiu instantly think of the blood words on his ceiling. Never let them know that you can see it!

The same is true for the word "blood". After seeing it, it disappeared bizarrely, as if it was erased by some kind of force.

Could it be...

The blood word left by Zhou Qingfeng?

The so-called gift for destiny may not refer to Yang Ming, but himself?

At this moment, Fang Xiu suddenly felt that he might be trapped in a huge conspiracy, and there was a mastermind behind the scenes controlling everything.

Why did Qingshan Mental Hospital appear where I used to work, not elsewhere?

Coincidence? Or careful arrangement?

Fang Xiu frowned, but after a moment he felt something was wrong, because the order AK of Spades was obviously to ensure that Yang Ming received a gift, not himself.

Moreover, if Dean Zhou Qingfeng was really behind the scenes, his strength would have long reached an unimaginable level.

Time travel and death retracement, these two things alone have already surpassed the scope of human power. This is not something that the spirit master can do, this is the realm of God.

If Zhou Qingfeng had the strength comparable to God, then his ideal would have been achieved long ago and the whole people would have become strange. Why should he be so mysterious and do experiments?

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu had already made a judgment. The existence that left the blood word should not be Zhou Qingfeng. If the other party was really so powerful, he would have long been able to push the whole world.

Who will leave the bloody words?

No matter who it is, such an existence is definitely far beyond imagination.

Sometimes Fang Xiu even wonders, is there a possibility that this blood word is left by his future self?

The ability of death backward is obviously time backward, and it has touched the realm of time.

If one day as one's strength becomes stronger, one day in the future, that is, time retracement, can one leave a prompt for one's past self?

After a while, Fang Xiu stopped thinking about it because it was useless to think about it, and without strength, everything was empty talk.

When one day stands above the peak, all mysteries will be solved, and there will be no secrets in this world to him.

He put down his diary and left the office, and turned around and followed him step by step, feeling cold like a shadow.

Of course, it is worth mentioning that Fang Xiu walked out of the office upside down to prevent him from turning back and twisting his neck.

As long as you don’t make a turn, you can change the direction when you move, such as to the front right and the front left. If you want to turn, it’s OK, but the amplitude cannot be too large. Move your body a little bit, don’t make a mistake in turning around.

Just an illusion.

In addition, it doesn’t matter if you have a weird person hanging on your body. You don’t have to turn on the air conditioner in summer.

Fang Xiu continued to move forward, and soon there was a dense sound of footsteps not far behind him.

Then there is Yang Ming's voice.

"Damn it! Another weird one!"

It turned out that Yang Ming and others got rid of their weird hands and followed.

Because he turned around and was tall and followed Fang Xiu, Fang Xiu's body was blocked.

So much so that Yang Ming and others only saw the strange look back.

"Don't worry about this trick, keep moving forward." Fang Xiu's voice rang out from the point of turning back.

Yang Ming: "Damn it! This trick tells us not to worry about it!"

"Idiot!" Bai Qi gave him a disdainful look and then walked back and turned around.

As the distance moved in, he soon saw Fang Xiu standing in front of the back.

Even though Bai Qi had experienced many strange events, he was stunned when he saw this scene. He stood closely together, and was unexpectedly harmonious with each other.

The others also came over and were secretly surprised when they saw this scene.

"Brother Xiu, what's going on with you? Are you a newly hired bodyguard?"

Fang Xiu looked at the few people and found that Huitiao did not appear behind them. He understood in his heart that Huitiao only killed one person at a time, and only after killing one person would he choose the next target.

"Let's go."

Fang Xiu walked straight ahead without explanation.

Although the others were curious, they didn't ask much and followed them.

At this time, Ma Xingbang suddenly stopped.

"Wait, there is an office here. What if there are clues about mental hospitals, don't you go in and take a look?"

Yang Ming and others looked at Fang Xiu, as if they were waiting for his opinion.
Chapter completed!