Wu Weiwei pretended to be sick as seriously as possible. When asked where he was, he said he felt pain all over the body, but when examined, there was nothing wrong with him.
Chen Ling took the initiative to say: "Why not stay in the hospital for a few days for observation."
Private hospital beds are not so tight, and the doctor was worried that Wu Weiwei really had some strange disease, so he agreed.
Chen Ling immediately went to complete the admission procedures and bought a medical mask for Wu Weiwei to wear, so that He Jiajun would not recognize him as the security guard who had just arrived at the school.
He Jiajun didn't know that there was an acquaintance living next door. After those thugs left, he became restless and felt very nervous.
While waiting for the afternoon, he even had a nightmare, which scared him so much that he sat up from the bed, forgetting even the pain in his arm.
He pressed his other good hand against his chest and gasped exaggeratedly.
Seeing that he was sweating profusely, the nurse rubbed his hands and asked nervously, "Master He, what happened to you?"
He Jiajun was annoyed by her and said in a harsh voice: "Don't bother me!"
How could she just ignore it? She is now responsible for the care and supervision of this young master. If anything happens, what will she say to the He family
The nurse added, "We have a saying over there: if you have a nightmare at night, buy a pair of red scissors and put them under your pillow."
He Jiajun thought of Zhou Yuanxin's toes dangling above his head in his dream, and felt cold all over. He immediately shouted, "Then go buy it for me now!"
The nurse sighed and left in a hurry.
However, He Jiajun could not calm down no matter what. In his dream, Zhou Yuanxin's body was hanging on a tree branch outside his ward. No matter how many wards he changed, the body would move with the tree, always looking at him with resentful and hateful eyes.
Why did this happen when the tree was clearly set on fire? Was it not enough to just burn the tree, but also to scatter the ashes
The more He Jiajun thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. He immediately picked up his phone and wanted to call the gangster who had helped him with his affairs before.
After the call was made, the only sound I got back was a busy tone.
Beep... beep... beep... At first the intervals between the beeps were long, then the beeps became rapid, each one like a heavy drum hitting my heart.
He Jiajun's heart skipped a beat and he threw his phone away.
He frowned, pressed his left hand on his aching right hand, and felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
But the more uneasy he felt, the more anxious he became, fearing that Zhou Yuanxin was not dead yet and would come to bother him again... He Jiajun gritted his teeth and stood up from the bed.
The phone fell into the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, and the coffee table had to be moved away to get the phone out.
He walked over and bent down, and just as he was about to move the low table away with his left hand, he caught a glimpse of someone standing diagonally behind him out of the corner of his eye.
At the same time, in the next ward, Chen Ling suddenly jumped up from his slumped position. The German Shepherd, whose head was lazily resting on the young man's legs, also stood up and called out to the door of the ward.
Wu Weiwei took off his mask and asked, "What's wrong?"
Chen Ling: "There's something next door."
After saying that, he put his phone in his pocket and went to the corridor. The door of He Jiajun's ward was locked from the inside and could not be opened at all.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door, shouting, "He Jiajun! Are you in there?"
When He Jiajun heard the shouting outside, he was so excited that he wanted to rush to the door immediately, but his feet seemed to be frozen to the ground by cement, and the fingers that were holding the low table had begun to become stiff and numb.
He wanted to close his eyes and not look at the pair of tiptoeing feet slowly approaching, but he couldn't even close his eyes.
Finished.
Just then, the knocking on the door suddenly stopped.
He Jiajun felt a chill in his heart, thinking that his life-saving straw was gone. He was shaking all over, and there was a clicking sound in his ears.
The toes touch the ground first, and then the heels. This walking posture looks very strange and it is not something that ordinary people can do.
He Jiajun felt dizzy and was completely frightened.
This was the first time he knew that the dead could really survive in the world in another form, and the first time he knew that this was how Zhou Yuanxin walked after his death.
Outside the door, Chen Ling was about to take out the talisman paper when he paused and the door was opened.
He pushed open the door, and in the room, besides the remaining negative energy, there was only He Jiajun standing in front of the sofa and low table with a stiff back.
"He Jiajun." Chen Ling walked over and patted him on the back.
He Jiajun trembled all over, straightened up suddenly and turned around.
"Gone, gone..." His lips trembled, and he looked panicked. "Zhou Yuanxin is here, he came to see me! Why, this shouldn't be..."
The person in front of him was intact, except that he was a little emotionally broken. Chen Ling grabbed He Jiajun's arm and asked, "Did you see Zhou Yuanxin just now?"
"Zhou Yuanxin?" He Jiajun raised his head. The person in front of him did not have pale skin, and the hand holding his arm exuded warmth. It was a human, not a ghost.
He blinked several times, and a series of information popped into his mind.
I remembered that this was a new transfer student in their class, a transfer student who dared to challenge him directly!
"Why are you here?" He broke free from the other person's hand and looked him up and down warily.
"My brother is hospitalized in the ward next door, so I came to keep him company. I was just about to go out to buy something when I heard your cry." Chen Ling said calmly.
He Jiajun responded quickly, "Then why are you asking me about Zhou Yuanxin?"
"I heard you call his name."
When people are extremely frightened, their thinking and memory cannot be as clear as usual. In addition, Chen Ling's expression was serious when he spoke, so He Jiajun actually began to doubt whether he had shouted.
He frowned, said "oh", picked up the phone, turned around and lay down on his side on the bed.
Before leaving, Chen Ling looked back at He Jiajun and said, "He Jiajun, don't be too ruthless. Leave yourself a way out."
"What do you mean?!" He Jiajun turned over and sat up, protecting his injured hand and staring at the young man.
However, the other party did not give him any face at all. When he finished speaking, he had already left the ward and closed the door for him.
He Jiajun let out a fucking sound and picked up the phone again.
Zhou Yuanxin has become a thorn in his side. If he doesn't kill him completely, he will never be able to rest in peace for the rest of his life.
The call was made and went through.
The heavy stone pressing down on He Jiajun's heart shattered in an instant.
The gang leader's voice was vague, as if he had just woken up, "Hey, Mr. He."
"What were you doing just now? Why couldn't I get through the phone?" He Jiajun asked in a low voice.
On the other end of the phone, the gang leader cleared his throat and got down from the messy sofa.
His throat was so dry that he reached out to pick up the water on the table and took a sip. Then he said, "I didn't listen to you and took the brothers out for a drink. After I came back, I fell asleep."
Hearing the heavy breathing coming from the receiver, the gang leader immediately realized that his tone just now was too casual.
He hurriedly said ingratiatingly, "Mr. He, are you calling me now to tell me something? I'll go get the others right away."
"Go get Zhou Yuanxin's ashes and throw them into the river." He Jiajun's voice was filled with impatience and hostility, as well as an imperceptible urgency.
The gang leader was stunned. After so many years of struggling at the bottom of society, this was the first time he heard an employer make such a request.
"This..." He swallowed, "Mr. He, I, I don't know where your classmate's grave is."
He Jiajun said a number.
The gang leader was overjoyed and agreed without thinking: "I'll send someone to check it out right away!"
After waiting respectfully for Master He to hang up the phone, he turned around and looked at the people lying in the living room, then kicked the nearest younger brother: "Get up! There's work to do!"
My little brother slept like a pig, without any noise.
The gang leader let out a "hey", took two steps forward, and stepped on another gangster twice, but the gangster still didn't wake up.
He was stunned for a moment, not believing it, and ran into the room again.
On his bed, two of his younger brothers were sleeping soundly under the covers. The gang leader yelled, "Stop fucking sleeping!"
The two younger brothers had their eyes closed, their lips tightly pursed, and their chests rose and fell rhythmically with their breathing.
Except for himself, everyone in the room seemed to have taken sleeping pills.
"What's going on?" The gang leader took two steps back in disbelief.
He held his forehead and said to himself, "Am I dreaming? Yes, I must be dreaming."
He staggered into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and tried to wake himself up with cold water.
The clear liquid flowed out and soon filled the pool.
The gang leader first scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face, but then felt it was not enough, so he simply buried his entire face in the pool.
In an instant, the tap water rushed into his mouth and nose, blocking his breathing.
The gang leader struggled hard, and the water in the pool splashed out and splashed everywhere, but he couldn't straighten his back.
He felt a hand on the back of his neck, pressing down hard and maliciously.
Who wants to kill me?!
The moment the thought came to his mind, he felt the pressure on the back of his neck being removed.
The gang leader immediately stood up and turned back.
It was a pale, unfamiliar-looking young man, staring at him gloomily.
The sight was very infuriating, and the gang leader raised his fist to hit him, but missed.
The boy was wearing a school uniform and had a sinister smile.
His walking posture was strange, as if he was hanging by a rope, and he moved to the bathroom door in a stop-and-go manner.
The gang leader's scalp tingled, and he immediately remembered the boy that He Shao had mentioned who was hanged on a tree in the school.
Heard that people with strong bandit spirit and violent aura are immune to ghosts and monsters, so the gang leader gave himself courage, puffed out his chest and yelled at Zhou Yuanxin: "You dare to scare me, I'll kill you!"
As soon as he said this, the gang leader suddenly felt less scared. He picked up the soap box at hand and smashed it towards the door as if to vent his anger.
The thing standing at the door disappeared in a flash.
The gang leader stuck his head out and found Zhou Yuanxin had entered the kitchen. He turned around, picked up a toilet brush and chased him into the kitchen.
There was nothing in the messy kitchen.
He turned around with confusion in his heart, and a pair of hands suddenly came up from behind, grabbed his neck and pulled him up.
His feet gradually left the ground, and the gang leader desperately used his toes to touch the ground. The skin on his face turned red due to holding his breath, and the feeling of suffocation that had just eased came up again.