Snap—
The gravity of the palm rubs against the cheek, making a crisp sound.
Everyone in the class was speechless and looked at He Jiajun in surprise.
You know, He Jiajun and Cheng Le have a close relationship. They skip classes, fight, smoke, they do it together. The situation like today where one of them smokes the other is something that no one has ever seen or heard of.
Looking at Cheng Le's face that was slapped to the side, many people were nervous and expectant, and couldn't wait to see whether the two good brothers would fight each other next.
However, they were disappointed.
Cheng Le did not wake up from the slap.
His dazed eyes remained clear for only a moment before he once again showed unprecedented panic.
"Get out of here!" Cheng Le seemed to have forgotten the pain on his face. He raised his legs and jumped from the ground to the stool, his hands constantly fiddling in the air.
"He...what happened..." Chen Ling heard He Wanwan, who was standing beside him, ask in a low voice.
Before she opened her mouth, she heard her say, "Is Zhou Yuanxin pestering him? Is Zhou Yuanxin looking for him?"
Chen Ling then turned his head to look over. The girl's lips were trembling and her hands were tightly grasping her arms. This was a defensive posture of self-protection. Her heart was filled with too much fear and terror at the moment.
"Why do you say it was Zhou Yuanxin?" Chen Ling asked, "Do you believe in ghosts and gods?"
"Letter..." He Wanwan spoke as if unconsciously, her voice was light and weak, her eyes were empty.
Chen Ling stared at her for a while, then suddenly reached out and put his hand on her shoulder.
The temperature of the palm gave He Wanwan a burning sensation. She suddenly came back to her senses from her panic and looked at Chen Ling.
Chen Ling took his hand back and asked, "Why do you say it was Zhou Yuanxin? Maybe Cheng Le just had a nightmare?"
Cheng Le on the other end was still screaming like crazy. As if to avoid something, he raised his legs again and jumped onto the desk.
"Because... because Cheng Le..." He Wanwan choked up, unable to make any sound in her throat, her mind in a mess.
She closed her eyes and calmed herself down, pinching her palms hard. "Cheng Le once played a game where he asked Zhou Yuanxin to stand on a stool and threw chalk at him. If Zhou Yuanxin dodged, or squatted down because of pain like he did just now, he would be trapped in the bathroom afterwards..."
He Wanwan didn't say the rest, but Chen Ling could guess that being blocked in the bathroom was definitely not as simple and easy as peeing.
"So you think Cheng Le encountered a ghost in the classroom in broad daylight?" Chen Ling said in a slow and steady tone, with a hint of sarcasm hidden in his voice that only he knew.
Even if Zhou Yuanxin's soul was really hidden, he would be able to sense it as long as he showed up. But the classroom was clean and there was nothing there.
The idea of ghosts taking revenge is nothing but the imagination of a guilty thief.
He Wanwan was now at a loss. She nodded, raised her hands to hug her arms again, and took a step back, trying to stay as far away from Cheng Le as possible.
Chen Ling narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly walked behind He Jiajun, "He is troubled by a nightmare, give him another slap."
He Jiajun's eyes flashed with ferocity, "You lied to me."
"What good will it do me if I lie to you?" Chen Ling said, "When I was a kid, I had a neighbor who had this kind of situation. If one slap wasn't enough, he would slap me twice. If two slaps weren't enough, he would continue to slap me until I was completely sober."
He raised his head and said, "If you don't believe me, you can try it."
He Jiajun hesitated, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare.
Cheng Le had a hot temper. What if Cheng Le woke up and fought with him because of this? He Jiajun thought he was not a fool and he would not bring trouble upon himself.
So he turned around and looked at the little follower next to him: "Did you hear that? You go."
The little follower shrank back, "Brother Jun, if I slap him like this, Brother Cheng will definitely beat me up when he wakes up."
"Just go if I tell you to!" He Jiajun was a little anxious. Looking at the new wounds on Cheng Le's legs caused by scratches by fingernails, he felt inexplicably irritated and anxious.
The little follower swallowed and had no choice but to move forward.
He raised one hand, closed his eyes, and brought it down heavily.
The crisp sound rang out again.
Cheng Le's footing was already unstable, and now attacked by external force, his body tilted to the right uncontrollably and he fell directly off the desk.
His head hit the blackboard on the back wall with a thud.
The follower didn't expect that he would beat someone like this and retreated in a hurry.
He Jiajun glanced at him, then walked over to Cheng Le and squatted down.
Cheng Le was completely awake, but he felt a more real pain. He held his head, which was about to split, and sat up, looking at He Jiajun, "What's wrong with me?"
"You're haunted by a nightmare." After saying that, He Jiajun turned around and glanced at Chen Ling. "That classmate said that a slap in the face would wake you up."
The people surrounding him instantly focused their attention on Chen Ling.
Chen Ling pursed his lips and met Cheng Le's gaze: "The first slap was given by He Jiajun, but you were not conscious. Look at your legs, you just scratched them. Then I said to try again. But I didn't know your buddy's hand was so heavy that he slapped you to the ground."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Le actually looked at his legs.
The calves were covered with scratches, some of which had broken the skin, some were raised red marks, and some were bleeding.
He was in no mood to settle the score now. Aside from He Jiajun, Chen Ling and the younger brother who was slapped were given a warning glare.
"Jiajun, give me a hand and take me to the infirmary." Cheng Le felt dizzy because he was hit hard just now.
He Jiajun reached out to help, "Do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up?"
"No need." Cheng Le walked out step by step. As soon as he walked out of the classroom, the bell for class rang.
The teacher in the corridor was shocked when he saw the two people supporting each other and hurriedly took a few quick steps forward.
"What are you doing..." He took a breath and was startled by the scratches on Cheng Le's legs.
Cheng Le: "I'm going to ask for leave to go to the infirmary."
The teacher hurriedly said, "Go ahead."
Cheng Le casually said thank you and motioned He Jiajun to walk faster.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the pain in his leg, which had felt nothing just now, suddenly became more intense and unbearable.
The teacher turned around and looked at the person who was being supported. His eyes moved from Cheng Le's calf to his heel.
The walking posture of those feet was so strange. He was clearly limping due to the injury, but he insisted on walking on tiptoe.
There was no one in the infirmary and no one knew where the teacher had gone.
After settling Cheng Le down, He Jiajun said, "Please sit down for a while. I'll go find the teacher to take a look."
"Go ahead, and buy me a bottle of water from the supermarket. I'm fucking thirsty." Cheng Le moved his body towards the bed, and only moved his legs up after he was firmly seated.
He looked at his calves.
After leaving the classroom, the wounds opened up so badly that even the ones that hadn't bled before started bleeding.
He reached out and touched it, gasping in pain, feeling even more irritated and upset.
After He Jiajun left, there was only one person left in the infirmary. Cheng Le looked up at the infirmary, which was very large. There were eight beds in total, and a blue curtain stood between the beds.
At this time, the wind blew in.
The curtains began to flutter, occasionally making a rustling sound.
Cheng Le gradually became a little scared. To be exact, he had been immersed in fear ever since he lost the poker bridge game.
His eyes uncontrollably rested on one of the curtains.
The curtain fluttered faster than the others, as if an invisible hand was pulling it. He swallowed nervously and shrank towards the head of the bed.
The sound of the wind rang in my ears, and then suddenly stopped.
The curtains that were flickering a second ago suddenly stopped, like a movie scene that was suddenly paused.
Cheng Le saw that there was a figure behind the curtain that he had been staring at.
The figure sat on the bed like him, motionless.
The cold air rushed up along his heels, and Cheng Le's teeth began to become uncontrollable, colliding up and down, making a rattling sound.
Immediately afterwards, a sound came from the figure.
Tap, tap, tap, tap... It was like the sound of water dripping on the bed, or like the protest of joints that had not moved for a long time during exercise.
"Who..." He pinched his thigh hard, trying to find some courage, "Who is there!"
The tapping sound continued, and the black figure stood up from behind the curtain.
"Ah!" Cheng Le was startled by the other party's sudden action. He gritted his teeth and supported himself against the wall behind him to stand up. His height suddenly exceeded the horizontal pole on which the curtain was hung.
He clearly saw that there was no one behind the curtain where the shadow appeared.
In an instant, Cheng Le broke out in a cold sweat, his legs became weak, and the pain became more intense.
He gritted his teeth, jumped out of bed, and rushed to the door.
It seemed as if that door was never reachable; no matter how fast he ran, he was always one step away from the door handle.
Cheng Le was shaking all over and yelled loudly: "Someone, help me! Teacher, help me! He Jiajun, save me!"
The clicking sound was heard again.
So close.
Cheng Le stood frozen in place, his heart beating, his skin tense, and the blood in his body frozen by an unknown chill.
He wanted to scream, but no word came out.
The tapping sound was just to his right, but he didn't have the courage to turn around and investigate.
But the opposite happened. A huge force pressed on the back of his head, forcing him to turn around.
Is a woman.
To be precise, it was a woman with an intact face and pale skin. She was wearing a bright red dress and had a smile on her lips.
That smile was gentle and peaceful, but for some reason, it always made Cheng Le feel gloomy.
Bloody tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, falling one by one on the ground, and one of the exploded tears even stuck to the tip of his shoe.
That needle-tip-sized dot, like a blooming flower, gradually grew larger and spread, wrapping his entire shoe, then spreading from the shoe opening to his calf and drilling into his broken wounds.
"Does it hurt?" A terrifying voice came from the front.
Cheng Le looked up suddenly and saw a frighteningly familiar person standing at the door of the infirmary.
The man's face was very pale with a bluish tint, and there was a circle of blackened marks on his neck.
The other person just looked at him quietly, as if he was looking at a dying animal in a cage.
"Zhou... Zhou... Zhou Yuan..."
His tongue was tied, his mouth was filled with a fishy-sweet taste, and his chest was heaving uncontrollably.
A sharp pain came over him, and Cheng Le lowered his head again. He saw many small lumps on his legs, which were moving under his skin.
I caught a glimpse of a red shadow from the corner of my eye, and then the woman on the right disappeared.
Cheng Le did not feel that the crisis was over. His intuition about death told him that things were far from over.
Gradually, he felt his back becoming heavier and heavier, a cold breath sprayed on the side of his neck, and the slippery touch rubbed against his skin, bringing up goose bumps.
A pair of slender, cold arms wrapped around his neck.
Only then did he feel that there was something cold hanging on his back.
It was the woman who was crying blood just now.
"You're going to die."
Zhou Yuanxin's voice suddenly became closer, and Cheng Le looked up and met his eyes, while his neck was completely exposed and could be easily broken.
Cheng Le found it increasingly difficult to breathe, so he opened his mouth and tried desperately to take in oxygen.
To no avail.
His vision began to blur, there was a sharp ringing in his ears, and he felt his limbs and joints swelling and stiffening due to the lack of breathing... Death was really near.
"Cheng Le, Cheng Le!!"
Someone is calling me, who is it? Come and save me, save me... Cheng Le suddenly regained his strength and began to struggle.
The dark vision suddenly became clear, and He Jiajun's face was right in front of him.
He Jiajun breathed a sigh of relief and sat down beside the bed. "What the hell are you doing? I went out for a while and you fell asleep when I came back. I couldn't wake you up no matter how hard I called you."
"Jia Jun." Cheng Le was limp all over, without any strength left. He stared straight at the chandelier on the ceiling.
The lamp swayed back and forth and left and right, and the round bulb gradually stretched longer and longer until it turned into a human shape.
He said: "I saw Zhou Yuanxin, and he has an accomplice. He wants to kill me, they want to kill us!"
The human-shaped creatures gradually became fuller in appearance, with drooping hair, white nails, their familiar school uniforms, and a pair of white sneakers.
Cheng Le's eyes opened wider and wider, and his eyeballs, which were shrouded in bloodshot, almost bulged out of their sockets.
"Zhou Yuanxin..."
As his voice fell, the thing hanging on the lamp wire began to sway and shake.
The white ceiling struggled to bear the weight and made a creaking sound.
He Jiajun's scalp numbed by the look in his childhood friend's eyes. He stood up suddenly and looked up at the top of his head.
There was nothing but the lightbulb swinging back and forth.
He Jiajun rubbed his eyebrows, very annoyed with Cheng Le's current condition. He even wanted to pry open his head to see what was inside.
"Cheng Le, there are no ghosts in the world, don't scare yourself." This was just a pale consolation. He Jiajun knew that what had happened recently could not be explained by science at all.
Cheng Le shook his head and pointed his finger into the air, "You are wrong. There is something fishy. Zhou Yuanxin is right there, with his toes hanging above my head."
He Jiajun opened his mouth, laughed dryly and pressed down his childhood friend's hand, "This is your illusion."
Cheng Le said excitedly: "It's not an illusion! I'm not crazy, how could I have an illusion?!"
"Cheng Le, you have been acting abnormally since you lost that day. You were trembling and talking in a daze. You even refused to sleep in the dormitory late at night."
He Jiajun deceived himself and tried to steer the topic towards science so that he would not be so scared. "Think about it carefully. No one would be in a good mental state if they stayed up for two consecutive nights and had all sorts of random thoughts."
"I didn't!" Cheng Le grabbed He Jiajun's arm, "Why don't you believe me?"
He Jiajun was furious and growled, "If it's true, why can't I see it! There is no one else in this infirmary except you and me!"
"Can't you see?" Cheng Le looked up at the person hanging on the ceiling again. After a while, he looked down at the person opposite him and suddenly smiled.
He said, “Maybe it’s not your turn yet.”
He Jiajun was furious. He had been trying to stay calm these days and not associate those strange things with Zhou Yuanxin, so as not to become a madman like Cheng Le!
But Cheng Le didn't want him to have an easy life, and viciously wanted to turn him into a madman!
Cheng Le was completely blind to his childhood friend's anger. He added, "I feel like I'm dying soon. When it's your turn to die, you'll see."
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!"
"You will see him hanging before your eyes, feel his toes touching the top of your head, feel ..."
"I told you to shut up!" He Jiajun couldn't bear it any longer and punched Cheng Le in the face with his iron fist.
Cheng Le was brought back to his senses by the sudden pain. The pair of feet hanging in front of him and Zhou Yuanxin's eyes staring down at him were all gone.
He Jiajun lost his mind, and used all his strength in every punch. He could not hear the sound, nor did he look at his childhood friend's mouth that kept opening and closing. There was only one thought left in his mind:
Beat him to death, beat him to death, and make him shut up! Shut up forever!
After Cheng Le's continuous shouting was in vain, he also became angry. He raised his knee and hit He Jiajun's stomach. While the other party fell to the ground in pain, he counterattacked desperately.
When the infirmary teacher came back after treating the injuries of the students who were injured in the physical education class, the two people on the ground had blood all over their faces, especially He Jiajun, who had fainted.
Cheng Le was very strong, and even an adult teacher like him couldn't hold him back, so he had to call the security department.
Wu Weiwei smelled blood while he was still in the corridor. He went in with another security guard and it took a lot of effort to pull Cheng Le away.
Cheng Le was still very excited. He was gasping for breath. The blood and the pain in his body aroused the most primitive animal nature hidden in his bones, the desire to commit violence, and he wanted to rush up and kick him a few more times.
Wu Weiwei twisted his arm behind his back and took the man away with his colleagues. He looked back at the infirmary.
There is no need for Chen Ling to take action. Even with his dull perception, he can sense the strong yin energy in it.
There was something else in the infirmary before he got here.
After taking Cheng Le to the Security Department, Wu Weiwei found an opportunity to send a message to his brother Chen to report his new discovery.
After Chen Ling received it, he immediately raised his hand: "Teacher, I want to go to the toilet."
Before he officially joined the class, Principal Jin took him to meet the teachers and reminded them that this student was a special one and they should not interfere in anything he did.
The teachers naturally thought that this was the young master of some important person.
So when Chen Ling finished speaking, the geography teacher nodded very kindly and said, "Go ahead."
Chen Ling: "Thank you, teacher."
He Wanwan glanced at him, said nothing, and continued to take notes.
Chen Ling walked out of the classroom and went straight to the infirmary.
The infirmary was in chaos. He Jiajun was still lying on the ground after falling unconscious, and no one dared to touch him rashly.
Seeing the student suddenly appear, the teacher in the infirmary reached out and pulled the student back, asking, "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"A bit of heat stroke." Chen Ling looked at the floor in the room and asked in surprise, "Isn't that He Jiajun from our class? Teacher, what happened to him?"
"Nothing." The infirmary teacher didn't want to talk about things behind her back before the matter was clear, so she changed the subject and said, "If you have heatstroke, take a rest in the shade outside. Then I'll give you a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi Liquid."
Seeing that Chen Ling was still staring at the room, he sighed and said, "An ambulance will be here soon. The room will be in a mess and you won't be able to stay there even if you go in."
"Then I'll go outside." Chen Ling held the pungent Huoxiang Zhengqi water in his hand and went to the shade of the tree outside the infirmary.
Wu Weiwei pretended to come over to check the situation and sat down next to his brother Chen.
I’m not exaggerating, their Brother Chen looks good even in school uniform.
Chen Ling held the Huoxiang Zhengqi liquid in his hand in front of Wu Weiwei: "Would you like to drink it? Please."
“… I don’t want to drink.” Wu Weiwei moved aside in disgust.
Chen Ling sighed sadly. He had to keep up the lie even if he had to kneel down. He closed his eyes and drank the wine as if he was going to die.
After finishing the watering, he stuck out his tongue with a bitter face.
Wu Weiwei took out a small bottle of mineral water from his pocket and handed it over.
Chen Ling quickly took a sip, then secretly took a deep breath, and finally felt alive again.
Raising his hand to wipe the water from the corner of his mouth, he asked, "I've been in the security office for two hours. Have you found anything?"
Wu Weiwei said, "Yes. There is a building in this school called Shenzhou. Do you know about this?"
"I know. Before entering the classroom, Principal Jin took me on a tour and we passed by the building." Chen Ling even looked up on purpose. The whole building was not very new. According to the principal, it was built eight years ago.
Wu Weiwei: "I heard that the building is not clean either."
Chen Ling shook his head: "I didn't feel it."
Wu Weiwei said: "I heard from an old security guard that they would avoid that building when they patrolled at night, and would not go in to check even if a thief sneaked into the campus."
Chen Ling: "Since they said so, someone must have seen it with their own eyes or heard it with their own ears."
"You're right. Someone has really seen it." Wu Weiwei said mysteriously, "It is said that a gatekeeper saw it a long time ago. At that time, the school was not as big as it is today, and there were no patrolling security guards. In addition to guarding the gate, the gatekeeper was also responsible for night watch. When he walked to the building, guess what he saw?"
It was cool under the shade of the tree. Chen Ling touched the back of his neck and asked, "What did you see?"