Zhang Ling watched An Guo leave, feeling that he had no clue. At night, he was in a bad mood and thought about An Guo, who was confused. Just as Zhang Ling was thinking about random things, An Guo let the song he listened to float into his ears last night. The song was too sad and too sad. He was eager to hear his song back to his side.

Zhang Ling was surprised: "Why did I hear this song last night, and now I hear this song?" The roommates were chatting, and Zhang Ling asked: "Did you hear someone singing?" A Cheng said angrily: "Zhangling, are you stupid? It's so late, who dares to sing loudly!" Ming Hui looked through Zhang Ling's heart and said confidently: "Zhangling, you couldn't use this trick to deceive people last night, and now you want to do it in the same way, right?" Zhang Ling didn't say anything, and they didn't hear the song, but they listened to it very clearly.

Zhuang Fei poked his head out of the upper bunk and said to Zhangling: "Zhangling, have you really heard someone singing?" Zhangling nodded: "Yes! Zhuang Fei, do you believe me?" Zhuang Fei nodded repeatedly and said: "I believe you!"

Zhang Ling smiled and said, "Thank you!" The song was still floating into Zhang Ling's ears. Zhang Ling stood up and walked towards An Guo who was lying, sat next to An Guo's bed, and said, "You heard that song too? Did you make the song the sound? Is this song the one you made?"

An Guo shook his head repeatedly and said, "I don't have this ability! I don't understand why there is such a sad love song! But the call for "General" in the blood lake is related to me!"

"Uh?" Zhang Ling was stunned. An Guo was indeed related to the Blood Lake. The blood lake was formed by the blood shed by the heroes. In this way, An Guo might be the descendant of the commander who led this army! Because when he was a child, he heard the legend of the Blood Lake that loyal general who served the country had blood. Could An Guo be the descendant of the general? So it is reasonable that he said it was related to the Blood Lake.

The singing was still floating, and it was floating. Suddenly, a "ah" scream cut through the sky. At the same time, An Guo's voice also said: "Not good!"

Zhang Ling couldn't help but look at An Guo and heard the scream. How could An Guo seem to be able to detect it? "What's going on?" Zhang Ling suddenly felt strange. The roommates all jumped up and asked, "What's going on? Why are there screams? Something happened?"

Zhang Ling's eyes fell on An Guo, hoping that An Guo would answer, but An Guo shook his head and said that he had no idea. At this moment, the entire campus seemed to be in an uproar, and many people ran out to see what was going on.

As soon as Zhang Ling left the door of the dormitory, he saw a lot of people standing on the dormitory building. They all wanted to know what the scream was like just now. People were talking about it, and they all had their own opinions, but they couldn't speak the same way.

After a long time, the director of the teaching director held the loudspeaker and shouted: "Dear students, the situation has been found out. A teacher fainted. Nothing is serious! Please go back to the dormitory! Go back! There is nothing wrong!" Since someone from the school said this, people had to go back to their dormitory.

After returning to the dormitory, Zhangling did not forget to ask An Guo: "An Guo, you really don't understand what's going on? A teacher's shrill scream has nothing to do with you?"

An Guo shook his head like a rattle and replied: "It really has nothing to do with me! I only know that this matter should be related to the mirror on the combing table we saw! And the one who screamed might be the teacher who bought the combing table! I don't know what it is! I will just go and check it out after tomorrow, isn't that enough?"

Zhang Ling thought about it and there was no good idea other than that, so he nodded and agreed.

The next day, when Manxiang saw Zhangling, she said, "Zhangling, do you know? A teacher screamed last night and fainted. She is still in the hospital now! It seems that she encountered some supernatural incident! However, people have different opinions, as numerous as messes, and it is difficult to count!" Zhangling said, "I heard it! Let's go and see Jiaming. Jiaming must know the inside story!"

Zhang Ling and Manxiang were waiting, and when Jiaming came back, they asked about the teacher screaming last night. Jiaming knew that the two of them would definitely come to inquire, so they said the truth: "I don't know much, but I heard that the teacher saw something strange on the combing table, and then I was scared! By the way, there seemed to be sad singing in the middle of the night! I also said that the sad singing spread throughout the campus, but many people couldn't hear the singing! It's so strange! Okay! I only know so much!"

"When I saw something strange? The sad song?" Zhang Ling muttered Jiaming's words, and remembered the sad song that An Guo said was related to the combing platform. When he saw the mirror of the combing platform, a beautiful woman with a frown was clearly reflected. I felt pity for the beauty. In this way, it is very likely that the song came from the mouth of this beauty, but why was the teacher scared? Who is the beauty in the mirror? Is it another unjust soul like a red cloud?

When Manxiang saw Zhang Ling silent, she frowned and knew that he must be thinking. Zhang Ling sighed and said, "It seems that we have to go to Anguo! See what he said about this matter!" Zhang Ling made up his mind and went to Anguo and repeated what Jiaming said to Anguo.

An Guo said: "Is that so? Sure enough, the problem lies in the combing platform! What is the reason! We don't know! Unless we are a thief!" Zhang Ling was shocked: "What? A thief?" He didn't understand what An Guo meant. An Guo said as if nothing had happened: "Yes! A thief! Going over the eaves and walls, have you heard of it? If you don't have the ability to be a thief, you will be miserable if you are caught!"

Zhang was energetic: "Hey! An Guo, I'm not kidding you!" An Guo also answered seriously: "I'm not kidding you either! When did you want to be a thief with me, go to the intimidated teacher's dormitory to look at the combing table and look at me! I'm telling you this very seriously!" "Hey! How can this be done?"

Zhang Ling had no choice but to take An Guo and said, "Damn! I knew you were such a person. Don't think I had no choice! Anyway, I can always find a breakthrough with other prescriptions!"

Zhang Ling went to find Jiaming again and said to Jiaming: "Jiaming, I care about this very much. If you know something, can you tell me!" Jiaming blinked and said, "Zhangling, why are you so curious?" "Hehe!" Zhang Ling touched the back of her head, then looked serious and said, "Okay! That's it!" Jiaming had no choice: "Okay! OK!"

A few days later, there was news from Jiaming, so Zhangling went to find Jiaming, but what about Jiaming? He just likes to keep it in hiding Zhangling's appetite and said, "When I went to visit the teacher, I secretly recorded the sound. You must have never imagined it! It must have never imagined it! It's very strange! Could it be that there are ghosts and ghosts again?"

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Chapter completed!