In the Guo Laifu serial murder case, Lei Xiurong was the first person to call the police.
half year ago.
Lei Xiurong did not receive a call from Guo Wei. After the child transferred to a new school, he never sent any messages back. A month later, she could not help but find the contact information of the new school.
"The transfer procedure was completed, but the student never showed up, so he was automatically expelled," said a staff member of the school.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed is turned off. Please call again later..." The number Guo Laifu left was never connected.
"That Guo Laifu is a businessman, maybe he lets his kids help him."
The principal of No. 16 Middle School did not take Lei Xiurong's response seriously. They were not a very good school to begin with, and there would always be students who dropped out for various reasons.
"The class you teach will soon be in their third year of high school, so stop doing this. If you keep doing this, if the kids are fine, won't they sue you for harassment?"
Lei Xiurong pursed his lips and uttered four hard words: "I want to call the police."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't do that. Mr. Lei, you are overreacting. He is the legal guardian."
She dreamed that she was standing on the roof of the Bishop's building. In the dream, there were four students in her class besides herself. As usual in nightmares, the scenery around the teaching building was chaotic and distorted.
"Da Guo!" Li Xiaoya raised her voice, "We are in the third year of high school! Did you know?"
"Everyone is here, thank you Sister Xiaohe." Yin Ren said.
"We brothers are different."
He didn't want her to see it.
There was a hint of tears in her voice.
Five familiar figures appeared on the rooftop, the chaotic vortex solidified, and the frantic attack stopped.
What a bright color, but it only woke her up in pain and self-blame.
"Yeah, just say whatever you want to say." Unlike usual, Yin Ren's voice was very gentle, "He can hear everything you say here."
"You're welcome," Lu Xiaohe responded weakly, "Promise me you won't screw it up."
Ignoring Lei Xiurong's obstruction, she ran to the edge of the rooftop.
A tall and thin boy followed Li Xiaoya's footsteps and walked to the edge of the rooftop.
"I'm going to call the police," she said. "I know Guo Wei. He can't possibly give up studying. Something must have happened to him."
"Let's talk about it after we find the person. His father has a criminal record and is not a good person." Lei Xiurong frowned and was as aggressive as ever. "I won't be done with this until this matter is resolved."
Guo Laifu's huge face turned into dark clouds, and the phantom of ecstasy hid in the shadows. The huge swords that were swinging up and down disappeared into thin air, and the dirt on the ground turned gray and white, and the blood-stained school uniform ropes fell loosely to the ground.
The police found Guo Wei in a suitcase.
"I will get into a good university, and I will buy gifts for everyone. Just consider it as receiving gifts in advance!"
"Come here!" Lei Xiurong didn't have time to take a closer look, she instinctively called out to the students, "Come here!"
"Guo Wei really doesn't want to continue his studies. I want to hear it from him in person."
A long-haired man floated in front of them. He turned his head, his face was blurry, and his eyes were as red as coals.
The boy's body was mutilated beyond recognition and mixed with his schoolbag and luggage, sinking to the bottom of the Qingjiang Reservoir. Along with Guo Wei, there were four suitcases of the same style filled with body parts.
"I have completed the nine-year compulsory education. Will anyone care? I just dropped out of school. Mr. Guo has not done anything against the law..."
Li Xiaoya nodded in a daze.
That night, as usual, Lei Xiurong took some sleeping pills.
This has been her new habit for the past six months.
Lei Xiurong said nothing.
"Guo Wei?" Li Xiaoya was the first to react and immediately cried out in shock.
Several students huddled together in confusion.
On the projection screen, Guo Wei almost covered his face instantly.
Just like before, she walked to the podium with her head held high and chest puffed out to give lectures, shaking students' test papers and cursing at people. When it was time to get off work, she rushed home in a rage as usual.
"They are helpful in stabilizing Guo Wei. This is my judgment as the rear-line commander."
Guo Wei didn't say anything. He covered his face tightly, and the deep wounds on his chest and abdomen disappeared.
"… I'll give you that pen. Don't worry about returning it. Do you hear me?"
"It turns out it wasn't a nightmare," she said.
But tonight was different, she had a strange dream.
He lowered his head deeply, and the deep wound on his hand that was visible to the bone quickly closed. But his bloody school badge was exposed and could be seen at a glance.
Different from what Guo Wei remembered, the girl had cut off her long hair, and her face no longer had that carefree innocence, but instead had a bit more bitter calmness.
After the incident, she occasionally had hallucinations. It should have been dark outside the window, but she could always see the sunset of that day. The day Guo Wei left, the afterglow was as red as blood, and it lingered in her dreams.
The case was so brutal that it shocked the whole country. All media outlets responded quickly, and the Internet was flooded with reports. There is no such thing as a wall that is impenetrable. Class 23 of Senior High School… no, Class 33 of Senior High School soon learned the truth.
Without the support of the school, Lei Xiurong went to the police station on his own.
Outside the Bishop's School, all the anomalies suddenly became harmless. The evil spirits and malice that had been surging just now became weaker and were hurriedly hidden.
Guo Wei's roommate's eyes were red, but he tried hard not to cry, with a somewhat forced smile on his face.
"Sister Ya turned her grief into motivation. We went through psychological counseling as a group. See how you hold your place in the hearts of your fathers."
"Why are you covering your face, Lao Si? How can I dislike you?" "Just wait, I will burn the college entrance examination papers for you! We can't be the only ones to suffer—"
"We've asked a store outside to develop the photos, and we'll burn them for you, too."
Three boys gathered not far from Li Xiaoya, their eyes red, smiling and talking at the same time.
The ghost gradually faded, and the dirty underwear and blades on the campus disappeared. The blood-stained school uniforms fell to the ground, and countless twisted phantoms stood silently, their heads rushing towards the direction of the Bishop's School Building.
Small foreign monsters began to be repelled from this place and floated in the air.
The wound on the back of his hand slowly closed, and Guo Wei put down his hands. His blue, intact face was revealed, and the blood stains on his body gradually faded.
He wanted to see them.
Those eyes were turbid with corruption, but the tears were no longer pus and blood. Guo Wei grabbed the red rope on one side of his temple and pulled it out tremblingly.
The evil power in the red rope corroded his hands, but Guo Wei still pulled hard, trying to make himself look more normal.
As the desire for the birth of a fierce ghost, and the deep hatred for his biological father, they were like extracurricular books in a table game, which he carefully pushed into the darkness.
Guo Wei turned his gaze to Lei Xiurong, with a hint of apology and expectation in his eyes.
He wanted to hear her talk.
Lei Xiurong was extremely strict with them and was stubborn. Her voice was high-pitched and she spoke very quickly, which made her sound naturally sarcastic. Once she started to criticize someone, she could talk for a long time without taking a breath.
What will she say in half a year
But all he got in response was silence.
Lei Xiurong was not like her students. At this moment, she did not pretend that nothing had happened. The middle-aged teacher walked step by step to the edge of the rooftop. Her usually carefully groomed curly hair was in a mess, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were much deeper than he remembered.
Time passes by.
Lei Xiurong stared at Guo Wei. She had no expression on her face, but her face was gradually wet with tears. It was the first time for the students to see their head teacher like this. They stood there awkwardly, looking at each other.
After a few minutes, Lei Xiurong finally spoke.
"Good boy," she said, "don't suffer so much in your next life."
On the projection screen, Guo Wei was silent for a long time.
After a while, Guo Wei raised his head completely. He looked directly at the five people on the rooftop and smiled faintly, not very skillfully.
"Okay." Guo Wei answered her.
He clenched his fists and exerted force suddenly, pulling the red rope filled with murderous power out of his head.
Outside the campus, 1:45 AM.
In Guo Laifu's mind, the nearby streets were in a mess. Buildings were leaning to one side and the streets were deserted. A tall building had broken off, and ruins were scattered all over the ground. The whole scene looked like a disaster movie set.
"This is the first time I've seen something this big."
Fu Xingchuan stood on the orange cone-shaped monster, lit a cigarette for himself, and spoke in a tone like he was reviewing seafood in a supermarket.
He was wearing a long red gown that looked like a wedding gown, and one of his red tassel earrings was dangling. He had frighteningly dark circles under his eyes, but he didn't look tired as he wandered around the park.
The cone-shaped monster fell on its side on the street, its body covered with wounds and unconscious, with holes bulging out of its eyes. Around it, tall humanoid monsters were twitching on the ground, and small monsters were crawling aimlessly, gathering in a dazed heap, obviously beaten to a pulp.
"Ghost General" is a higher-level title for ghost masters and corpse servants, and their abilities are completely suppressed here.
But this incident did not seem to bother Minister Fu.
It was "dark night" outside the school. Around the small school, orange-red magic soared into the sky, interweaving into a flaming protective net. Outside the protective net, there were more monsters, they were trying to get closer with their fangs and claws, but they could never break through Fu Xingchuan's defense line.
"We've almost finished cleaning now. Wang Zhou, Bao Linlin, how is the 'artificial gap' doing?"
Fu Xingchuan patted the dirt off his sleeves and blew out a smoke ring. The white smoke did not disperse, but turned into tiny chains that wandered around the cracks in the ghost fetus. The most smoke chains were gathered next to the deformed school gate.
Not far from the school gate, there was a "door" made of runes hanging in the air. Flame-like runes kept flowing along the door frame, and the inside of the door frame was filled with a dark abyss.
The "artificial gap" of Shian.
While the nine groups destroyed the core memory, the ghost fetus was unstable. It was able to connect the two spaces and open a temporary exit.
Bao Linlin was squatting by the door, confirming the location of the spiritual weapons one by one.
"Report, all interference has been eliminated." Bao Linlin said in a clear voice, "The status of the powerful ghost-binding spirit weapon is normal. Group 6 is on standby beside Guo Laifu. No matter where the powerful ghost appears, we have a response."
"Yes." Fu Xingchuan's face did not relax at all. "Xiao Zhao told you, right? There are signs of evil forces in there. Save people first and catch ghosts first. Don't fight to the end."
"Yes!" "Understood!"
With the help of the magic fire cage, Fu Xingchuan added a series of protective magic near the door frame. Seeing that the runes on the door frame were running more and more smoothly, he took a few steps back and looked up and down at the "ghost fetus" in front of him.
"Just now, its appearance changed again." Wang Zhou of the Science Post sketched quickly and wrote down a series of numbers from time to time. "This thing doesn't give people a good feeling."
He stopped writing and flipped the pages of the sketchbook schematically.
The first one was taken yesterday at 7:30am. When they first found it, it was just a tumor sticking out of the street.
The tenth photo was taken around 4pm yesterday. It became more and more twisted, with countless "thin threads" that looked like nerves and blood vessels growing on the surface.
Wang Zhou quickly flipped through dozens of pages, the pages switching rapidly, and the pictures seemed to be moving.
I don’t know which picture it was, but it was just ten minutes ago. The ghost baby in the picture was exactly the same as the one in front of them.
Millions of tiny threads stood straight up, reaching toward the sky and into the deepest part of the giant vortex. They would occasionally jerk and jerk, rapidly absorbing something. At the same time, the entire ghost fetus pulsated weakly, like an ominous heartbeat.
Even though Wang Zhou was a scientist, he could see the fact—
Something is about to be born.
It's not like Wang Zhou had never been to the archives before. He just wore women's clothes in other people's minds, played a palace fight, and finally broke a leg. Compared with the absurd experience of Group 9, their trip to the archives was like a vacation.
"Minister Fu, is everything okay?" Wang Zhou's forehead was covered with sweat.
"It's okay. Take your notebook first. It's almost time."
Fu Xingchuan glanced at the time and saw that there were still two minutes left until two o'clock in the morning.
Bao Linlin stood at the activation point of the spirit weapon, while Wang Zhou put on his protective clothing and waited obediently at the door. Shi'an's first ghost general twisted his neck, bent his fingers for a while, and was about to step forward—
The beating suddenly stopped.
Without warning, thousands of tiny threads quickly withered. The "tumor" filled with campus elements slowly unfolded, revealing some square edges and corners, like a budding flower.
Not far away, the "door" prepared by Shi An was operating normally, with no signs of being rejected. Bao Linlin and Wang Zhou exchanged glances, and both turned to Fu Xingchuan.
They haven't even put any effort into it, but it's already wilted. Could it be that the seven groups have been unlucky all the time, and their good luck has finally come to an end
"What did Group Nine do?" Fu Xingchuan simply connected to Lu Xiaohe.
"Yin Ren recruited five people to 'enter the dream' to stabilize Guo Wei's emotions." Lu Xiaohe reported everything.
"The effect is a bit too good." Fu Xingchuan rubbed his forehead and switched the communication object. "The plan remains unchanged. Yin Ren and Zhong Cheng said, prepare the countdown and be ready to destroy the core memory at the top of the hour. There may be people from the Sunken Society inside, don't waste time..."
Snapped.
Before he could wait for the two people in Group Nine to reply, the signal suddenly stopped completely. It was not a cutoff like blocking or shutting down the communication, but a sudden disappearance of the signal.
"Group Nine, reply!"
"The channel is fluctuating abnormally, something is wrong!" Lu Xiaohe's report rang out almost at the same time.
Bang.
The ghost fetus twitched violently, with more force than ever before. The withered threads quickly surged, and an abnormal silence spread along the street.
Wang Zhou swallowed his saliva: "Talisman Department..."
"Force the door open!" Fu Xingchuan shouted.
Fifteen minutes ago.
Considering the complexity of the situation, Yin Ren did not allow ordinary people to stay for too long.
After a brief exchange, the figures of the teachers and students on the rooftop gradually faded. Guo Wei said goodbye to the most important people in his life through the projection screen.
"Goodbye." His tone was extremely serious, and his eyes were reluctant to leave the ground.
When the five figures completely disappeared, Guo Wei raised his hand. The memory items that Ge Tingting and Zhong Cheng talked about instantly turned into points of light and drilled back into their bodies.
Afterwards, he tightened the red rope in his hand and turned his gaze to Yin Ren.
For the first time, Yin Ren saw clear expectation in those eyes. After a moment's gaze, Guo Wei seemed to have made up his mind. He turned sideways and passed the red rope to the edge of the projection screen.
"Mr. Kong," Guo Wei said softly, "I don't need you to help me increase my hatred."
"I want to terminate our deal, I want to talk to these people first..."
As he was talking, the red rope in his hand suddenly moved like a living thing. It rushed towards Guo Wei's temple again, and then coiled wildly, wrapping Guo Wei's head tightly.
It was just a moment, and Guo Wei didn't even have time to raise his hand to stop it.
The projection screen instantly broke into several pieces, and the illusory radio station was destroyed.
Like egg white leaking out of an eggshell, a handsome and gloomy man "flowed out" from the projection screen. A red rope was wrapped around his right wrist, and without the cover of the owner of the will, the murderous power on the red rope spread rapidly, so obvious that it was hard to ignore.
At the other end of the red rope, Guo Wei's head was completely entangled in the red rope. He was upside down, hanging in the air like a cheap balloon.
The boy's hands and feet were stiffly pressed against his torso, without any reaction.
"Turn off the lights." The man said with a smile, his seven orifices were covered with traces of pus and blood.
The next moment, the entire campus was plunged into lightless darkness.
Before the man finished speaking, Yin Ren had already rushed out. He stretched out his wings again, firmly protecting Zhong Chengshuo and the two hair coffins by his side, and wrapped the four people with layers of protective magic—
Sure enough, the next moment, a dozen small objects hit him.
That's a bullet tied together with a knot.
These knots carry a strong and murderous force with them, and their power is so overwhelming that even protective spells cannot block them all.
In the outside world, this shouldn't be a problem for the external evil power to enter his body. His evil power will automatically devour these "external forces", which will only cause a slight imbalance for a moment.
At this moment, Yin Ren felt like he was hit on the head.
The uncontrollable dizziness did not disappear as it had before.
The vicious power in Yin Ren's body seemed to be awakened, and was colliding violently with the power he used to suppress it - it was boiling, and the difficulty of controlling it had increased a thousand times than before. The vicious dog at one end of the iron chain had become a mad colossus.
The balance is shaky.
[It's different here, don't use your strength carelessly.] Dog had warned him.
I have been very careful, but...
At the same time, anger, sadness, worry, and fear of losing control were multiplied, and something was surging out of his heart uncontrollably. Coupled with the surging waves of the evil power, Yin Ren's consciousness was almost torn apart.
We can’t lose control, we can’t lose control. Fu Xingchuan and his team are nearby, and Guo Wei is here, and the members of the Special Task Force 9 are here. His partner… Zhong Cheng said he is here…
Zhong Chengshuo was still here, so he couldn't, no, definitely couldn't, in front of Zhong Chengshuo...
Yin Ren twitched and tightened his wings, gasping for breath.
"How does it feel? Outside, your emotions are no match for Charon's. But here, I can magnify your negative emotions a hundred times, a thousand times, and make you commit suicide in front of me."
Hearing Yin Ren's unsteady breathing, the man laughed.
"I forgot that with your authority, you two don't have access to this kind of information, right?"
The man's voice was like boiling porridge, mixed with the gurgling vibration. It seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him... No, everything was getting farther and farther away from him.
"… What a pity! If the kid named Guo could become a powerful ghost, it would be a perfect match with my ability. Without consciousness, it is still inconvenient to use…"
"Taking away the best memory... that's a childish trick. Why not see what happens if you add 'realizing the worst memory' and 'emotional amplification'?"
Faint lights began to appear in the surrounding darkness.
Yin Ren half-knelt on the ground, his thoughts seemed to be mixed with magma, his vision began to melt rapidly, and his five senses were confused and crazy.
[Be careful with yourself.]
"Zhong... Cheng said..."
Yin Ren felt for Zhong Chengshuo's arm and spoke with difficulty. His pronunciation was chaotic and made people shudder.
"Escape..."
Yin Ren loosened his hair.
At exactly two o'clock in the morning, he used up his last bit of strength and threw his three companions towards the school gate.
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Xiao Zhong is absolutely awesome and is accumulating strength!
The glorious moment of Science Hill
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