High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2707: Chapter 928: Good and Bad

More than half an hour later.

Thomas, carrying a small wooden box, leisurely left his office, wearing a wide cloak with a mask resting on his forehead, ready to be pulled down at any moment.

The guards outside the office building immediately noticed his movements.

”Report from position two, Thomas has left his office with his spatial box.” The short and chubby wizard sighed, stuffing his half-eaten hotdog back into his pocket, while the dog at his feet continued to chomp on its dinner without looking up.

”What about the target?”

”Report from position three, the target seems to have not left together and is still in Thomas’s office...”

”Seems to?”

”...Wait, just received a message from Thomas—the target is still in the office. He thinks Thomas’s office is very quiet, perfect for doing homework, so he plans to rest in the office tonight.”

”The kid does have quite a lot of homework... Seventeen or eighteen classes a week, just thinking about it is despairing.”

”And compared to his dorm, the office building is indeed quieter and better for doing homework... That Blue Fatty in his dorm is really too noisy.”

Qian Doudou listened to the unprofessional comments from his two companions with annoyance and interrupted, ”Can you confirm the target is still in the office? Are you going to include the word ’seems’ in the report?”

There was silence for a few seconds.

”Position two confirmed through the Protect Legal Formation, the target is in the office doing homework... The target’s breath and magic fluctuations match the recorded data.”

”Position three confirmed from a distance, the target is inside the office, the facial features match, and there are normal activity signs... Hmm, he seems to be stealing Thomas’s snacks?”

”Why did Thomas leave the dorm?” Qian Doudou frowned instinctively as he watched the figure carrying the box walking slowly out of the office building.

”He said he was going to deliver materials to a professor... Didn’t specify which professor.” The witch quickly confirmed the recent communication records.

The tall and skinny warlock was silent for a few seconds.

”Remind Thomas not to forget the shift change time tomorrow morning.” He finally moved his gaze from the departing figure back to the real target of the guard squad.

”Received!”

”Already notified.”

Not far away.

Having already emerged from the shadow of the office building, Thomas didn’t look back, just raised his hand and waved, as if answering that he wouldn’t forget something so important.

Everything seemed quite normal.

Yet, for some reason, Qian Doudou felt a slight unease.

...

...

As Thomas’s figure slowly disappeared into the night.

Su Shijun had already returned to Greenhill Mansion, starting to check the homework of Poseidon and Zheng Su 123.

Professor Montreya had just finished a meeting with Korma and was patiently reviewing the progress report of a special project at the Edge Academy. Doctor Duzem was chattering in his ear about budget shortages.

Professor Emma stared blankly at the Luan Bird ornament on her desk.

Dean Yao was patiently tearing off twisted strands of tobacco and stuffing them bit by bit into a pipe.

Elder Ruoyu, leaning on his silver wolf-headed cane, sat silently in the deepest part of the vice principal’s office, like a statue engulfed by shadow.

And in the San You Bookstore.

The Yellow Flowered Cat once again dipped its paw into the gentleman’s teacup.

After dipping its front paws, it still wasn’t satisfied.

It stuffed its hind leg inside and stirred it a few times.

The gentleman, seemingly oblivious to this, had his face covered with ”Many Heart Sutras,” his gentle snoring peaceful and long.

...

...

Zheng Qing, covering his eyes, sat up and shook his head.

He felt a bit dazed.

The light wasn’t strong, yet still hurt his eyes.

His memory halted at following Thomas into the small box, then seeing a heavy black coffin, its lid open with only a pillow inside—he couldn’t recall anything after that.

Supporting himself with his hands, he tried to escape the slightly cramped space around him, his tight vest squeezing his shoulders, restricting his movements. The next second, he froze.

Although the light was dim, it didn’t impede basic vision. He easily determined that he had just been lying in a coffin and was still sitting in one. Beneath him was the pillow he had seen in Thomas’s box, meaning the coffin beneath him was indeed the same.

Zheng Qing wasn’t Dylan, with no Blood Race or Zombie Clan lineage, naturally not having the habit of sleeping in coffins.

In his view, only the dead slept in coffins.

The good news was, he was still alive.

The bad news was, he didn’t know where he was alive.

The coffin he was in was in a corner, next to a tall bookshelf, almost reaching the ceiling. The shelves were filled with thick magic books, emanating a rich bookish scent. Bright light shone through the gaps in the books and wooden frame, casting clear stripes of light on the coffin, some of which fell on Zheng Qing’s face, causing the eye discomfort.

There wasn’t this much space in the basement of Thomas’s small box.

Zheng Qing felt his mind was clearer than ever—behind the bookshelf, he could faintly hear two whispering voices, not male, and he could smell the coldness belonging to the Magic Laboratory. Coupled with his inexplicable slumber, his mind was instantly filled with some unpleasant conjectures.

Instinctively, he reached for the Grey Cloth Bag and Law Book hanging from his belt, only to find them gone. The Wool Dragon Bracelet and Haha Beads on his wrist were also missing. Trying to manipulate the Hand Jue, his body felt empty, devoid of any magic power.

In this panic.

A small black head poked out from his sleeve, cautiously peeking at him. It opened its mouth, mouthed a silent ’meow.’ It was his Black Gem Cat.

Perhaps the little thing had sensed some risk earlier and had hidden away, now becoming Zheng Qing’s only available helper.

Flap, flap!

The sound of chaotic wings flapping could be heard, and the Black Gem Cat quickly tucked its head back into Zheng Qing’s sleeve. The young man looked up just in time to see a crow perched on the edge of the bookshelf, its sharp claws gripping tightly onto the wooden rafters, tilting its body and head, staring at him with crimson eyes.

Zheng Qing swallowed.

”Crow.”

He murmured the word lightly.

The crow seemed to blink, tilting its head in another direction.

The young man was silent for a few seconds.

”Where’s Thomas?” he asked softly.

Perhaps hearing his voice, the whispers behind the bookshelf stopped abruptly.

The crow remained silent, not even blinking, as if nailed to the bookshelf. If not for it previously tilting its head twice, one might think it was a statue.

”Awake?”

A familiar voice sounded from another corner of the room, light and brisk: ”If you’re awake, get up and lend a hand... We’re running a bit tight on time.”