Monster Hunting High School

It's two thirty in the morning.

There are still nearly two hours left until tonight's patrol mission ends.

"Snapped!"

Zheng Qing closed the pocket watch cover in his hand, supported his body with the patrol stick, and continued to move forward.

When the burning anger quietly subsides, what remains in the embers is the result of careful consideration.

Mike King Soprano left quietly after a brief exchange with Zheng Qing. Although he implicitly expressed some threats at the end of the conversation, the offer he made was something Zheng Qing could not refuse.

According to Soprano, Zheng Qing only needs to participate in the school hunting party in a month, win the first place in the newcomer competition, and help the vice president of the Alpha College Student Union make a huge fortune in the gambling game between the two. A write-off.

It must be admitted that Soprano's requirements are very high.

Although Zheng Qing still knows nothing about the school hunting party, freshman competition and other information, it does not prevent him from understanding the meaning between the lines. It must be very difficult to stand out among the thousands of freshmen at First University.

But it has to be said that if Serprano really keeps his promise, then this favorable and free condition is worth Zheng Qing's efforts.

In any case, the pig demon on the bluestone road in Damingfang was finally brought to justice, and it is inseparable from Zheng Qing after all.

Every time he thinks about a living life sinking into the darkness, which is very likely to encounter a tragic future, and that he has played some role in it, Zheng Qing always has a knot in his heart. 【】

This matter was fermenting in his heart, and it always made him uneasy every time he thought about it.

Because when he thinks about this, he always recalls a story from his childhood.

At that time, Zheng Qing had just entered junior high school and had been thinking about getting a little pet. One day, his classmate called him and said that he had a kitten that he wanted to foster for a few days.

"This little guy has been living on the lawn downstairs for several days. It rained last night. When I took a look this morning, hey, he was shaking so hard in the grass nest... He looked really pitiful. I know. You liked it, so I brought it to you.”

Seemingly seeing Zheng Qing's struggling eyes, his classmate quickly added: "I will keep him with you for a week. I will find a new owner and send him back later."

In the end, Zheng Qing kept the kitten.

Also left behind were a black pet bag and several packages of fish-flavored cat food that the classmate had just bought.

It was a gray-white pastoral cat.

Zheng Qing could no longer remember the specific appearance of the kitten. The most profound impression left in his mind was that he was thin, timid, and had a pair of big bright eyes.

"This must be a domestic cat, but it was thrown away." His classmate complained angrily afterwards: "According to my uncle, this person is living a very unorthodox life now. He doesn't have the diamond, so he can take it by force. The porcelain work...it's your life, you just lose it."

When Zheng Qing heard this, he could only nod his head.

That kitten does look like a well-educated kitten. It is silent on weekdays and barks to disturb people. It also knows how to go to the bathroom to relieve itself. Every time he finished eating the cat food on the plate, he would hide under the sofa and refuse to come out despite Zheng Qing's teasing.

Once upon a time, Zheng Qing also thought about raising it for the rest of his life.

But every time I think about the various details of raising a cat, such as epidemic prevention, cleaning, hygiene and other miscellaneous matters, I feel discouraged.

So, after the kitten stayed at Zheng Qing's house for ten months, he was finally picked up by that classmate.

As if knowing that it was going to be thrown out of the house again, the kitten acted particularly frightened.

Wailing and hiding, when Zheng Qing fished it out from under the sofa, he could clearly feel its thin body trembling.

That feeling will never be forgotten for the rest of my life.

This is murder, he told himself in his heart, but still hardened his heart and handed the leather cage containing the kitten to his classmate.

The cage was filled with newly bought cat food, and he wanted to use these things to make up for his inner feeling of indebtedness.

Later, Zheng Qing always felt inexplicably ashamed every time he saw the story of Mr. Ye's love for dragons.

Zheng Qing knew the family background of that classmate very well.

Although it's not bad, his family will never allow another kitten to be adopted. The cost of foster care in a pet store is not affordable for two underage students.

Zheng Qing never dared to ask about the kitten's subsequent situation.

Maybe a kind-hearted person really adopted it, or maybe it was really sent to a pet store by one of his classmates. But most likely, this kitten will drag its frail body and wander in the corner of a certain community, quietly watching this dirty world.

It would have been nice if I could have taken more responsibility.

Zheng Qing always sighs secretly in the dead of night, and then tries to forget this unhappy memory.

The pig demon in Damingfang evoked his dusty memories from an unknown corner.

They are all the same innocent lives, all sinking into darkness due to their own participation. Maybe I am not an executioner, but what is the difference between a bloody knife and a taut clean rope?

Just for peace of mind.

With his mind full of random thoughts and his exhausted body, Zheng Qing limped across the bodhi tree and returned to the clearing deep in the woods.

Although the battle with the fishman leader not long ago was short, it was extremely dangerous.

When the hormones secreted by the adrenal glands fade away, muscle aches, fatigue, and listlessness follow.

What's more, his feet were sprained because of the wrong posture when he fell to the ground.

This made Zheng Qing less interested in the patrol mission for the next two hours. The only thing he wanted to do now was to hug his little fox in a comfortable bed and sleep well all day and night.

Oh, the little fox is not allowed to enter the student dormitory.

Oh, tomorrow afternoon, no, today is Sunday, and I have to go to the library to help Elena with her talisman homework this afternoon.

So it was impossible for him to sleep with the little fox for a whole day.

Thinking that such a simple wish could not be realized, Zheng Qing's spirit became even more depressed.

"Brother Qing is back!" Lin Guo's voice came from not far away, looking very cheerful: "You are the only one left...have you caught that big fish monster?"

"The fish-man is not a fish-monster." Old Man Verne snorted: "We are all college students, so we have to speak carefully. If you talk such nonsense in front of the fish-man and are dragged down to Linzhong Lake and drowned half to death, then you will Don’t blame them for not giving face.”

"Almost," Zheng Qing forced a smile and shook his head: "I didn't catch it."

"It doesn't matter, we've already caught a lot of people here anyway." Lin Guo paused, comforted, and made a whining sound as he waved the wooden stick in his hand.

The dim moonlight mixed with the light of the dead wind lantern, illuminating the forest glade very brightly.

The debris that was originally scattered on the ground has been neatly stacked by Lin Guo in the open space, divided into categories, and can be seen clearly at a glance.

Not far from these debris, four fish-men were lying unconscious in the grass, their white belly round scales shining brightly to the wizards who were watching, and they were snoring like thunder.

Old Man Verne stood beside the group of fish-men with a straight face, holding on to his wooden staff.