The faucet in the kitchen was not tightened last night. The dripping sound of water is like a death horn, constantly reminding you that you are getting closer and closer to death.
The gang leader closed his eyes in pain, and his kicking movements became weak.
He stretched his neck upwards, greedily trying to breathe in more fresh air. This small movement gave his burning lungs a moment's respite.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his cloudy mind became clear, and he clearly felt that the strength of the arms wrapped around him had weakened.
The gang leader used all his strength to squeeze out a curse from his throat, and he didn't know where the strength came from, but he actually broke free from the thing behind him!
The first moment he was free, he rushed to the stove, picked up a kitchen knife and chopped at the motionless boy.
The strange thing was that the other party didn't shout or dodge.
It was like a wooden stick that he could chop and kill at will to vent his anger.
The gang leader was nearly on the verge of collapse due to the fear of impending death. Now the ghosts were like fish on a chopping board, at his mercy. The suppressed explosive emotions in his heart surged up and filled his brain.
Regardless, he swung the knife again and again, wishing he could chop the ghost into pieces.
The blood splashed on his face, and it was actually warm. He licked the blood drop at the corner of his mouth. The strong fishy taste stimulated the violent factor in his body, prompting him to act faster and faster.
The pale ghost face was chopped into a blur, with the broken skull protruding and the skin and flesh sunken, making it almost impossible to see the original facial features.
When the gang leader stopped, he found that he was shaking, and his face showed crazy and excited emotions.
He wiped his face, and his palms were stained with sticky blood.
But when his hands left his face and his eyes were exposed, he saw a group of people standing at the kitchen door.
The faces of those people were all depressed after a hangover, which formed a sharp contrast with the fear in their eyes.
The gang leader was stunned for a moment. He wanted to laugh or curse, but the muscles on his face were too stiff to make that expression.
So he had to keep a cold face and move his lips slightly: "What are you all doing standing at the door?"
“Brother, you, your hand…” a younger brother pointed at the gang leader’s hand tremblingly.
The hand, from the forearm to the fingertips, was chopped into a bloody mess by the sharp kitchen knife. If it weren't for the fragile flesh and blood that was attached to the broken bones inside, his forearm would have fallen to the ground long ago.
The gang leader seemed to have no idea what was happening to him.
He lowered his head in confusion, "My hand..." How did it become like this...
After a brief blank in his mind, a dull pain that could drive a person crazy came over him. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground. He wanted to cover the wound to stop the bleeding, but he didn't dare to touch it because of the pain.
One of the brave younger brothers took off his T-shirt and rushed forward, ignoring the eldest brother's shouting, and skillfully bandaged the wound roughly.
The gang leader was quickly sent to the hospital.
When preparing to push the patient into the operating room, the doctor said to his staff, "This gentleman's hand is unlikely to be saved."
The tendons, veins and muscles were mixed together like mud. I was lucky enough to stop the bleeding and save my life.
The younger brothers were waiting outside, and they all shuddered at the same time when they recalled the scene in the kitchen before.
A yellow-haired man touched the goose bumps on his arm and whispered, "What do you think of what just happened?"
"What the hell are you looking at? He must have been possessed by an evil spirit!" Qinglong Huabi spat on the ground, "Our boss is not a psychopath. If he hadn't been possessed by an evil spirit, how could he have used a kitchen knife to chop his own hand?"
"Yeah, yeah, no matter how I yell, I can't hear you. It's like I don't feel any pain."
"I woke up when I heard the noise and was shocked when I saw the scene. I ran back to call you, but you didn't believe me and said I was in a daze."
"It was broad daylight, how could we know it would be haunted."
"Brothers, have you noticed that the boss's injured hand is the same one he used to light the lighter and burn the tree..."
Several young men gasped and looked towards the operating room together.
"Fuck!" The yellow-haired man suddenly jumped up from the stool and hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket.
The caller ID on the phone was "Mr. He".
"Will you answer it?" he asked the others in a trembling voice.
"Answer it." said the others.
The yellow-haired man had the gang leader's cell phone in his pocket, mainly because he was afraid that his sister-in-law would call and ask about her brother's situation.
Swallowing his saliva, Huangmao picked up the phone: "Hello, Mr. He."
He Jiajun started to curse: "What the fuck is wrong with you! I've called you so many times but couldn't get through. Do you still want money?"
"Mr. He, I'm really sorry, our eldest brother had an accident."
"What accident? Was he hit by a car and died?" He Jiajun was stunned after saying this. He had been getting more and more irritable due to the torture he had suffered from Zhou Yuanxin recently, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize to those thugs.
Huang Mao was furious when he heard this, and his tone became even more impolite: "He Jiajun, our boss's hand was broken because of your crap, you better take care of yourself, or you will die without knowing how!"
He Jiajun: "You..."
Huang Mao: "We don't care about your business anymore, go find whoever you want!"
He Jiajun looked at his cell phone in disbelief. Even without putting the receiver to his ear, he could still hear the beeping sound coming from it.
This was undoubtedly a slap in his face!
He raised his hand and threw the phone, which hit the opposite wall and broke into pieces.
The nurse saw this scene as soon as he entered the room, shuddered, and carefully picked up the broken pieces of He Jiajun's phone and put them on the bedside table.
"Master He, it's time to wipe yourself." The nurse was not angry at being treated powerlessly, and continued to look at the young master of a wealthy family with good temper.
He Jiajun got angry whenever he saw that old face. He didn't know what his parents were thinking. They didn't even bother to find a pretty caregiver.
"No, from today on, you go sleep in the corridor. Don't lie on the sofa and get in my way."
The nurse said yes gently on the surface, but in her heart she thought he was farting.
Most sick people have a bad temper. If they take every word they say to heart, wouldn’t they be angry to death
The nurse immediately rolled up his quilt, carried the baby out, and then called the He family to explain the situation.
The noise from next door was so loud that it was hard for Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei not to hear it.
"You have such a bad temper." Wu Weiwei frowned, and just as he finished speaking, the nurse pushed the door open.
After some questioning, Wu Weiwei felt nothing but pain.
The nurse wrote it down with a puzzled look on her face and said that the attending doctor would come back and take a look later.
Chen Ling thought that it was too troublesome to go through all this trouble, so he might as well communicate with the doctor privately and skip all these daily procedures.
He did it right away, but just as he stepped out of the ward, he ran into He Jiajun who was planning to go to the garden downstairs to relax.
Chen Ling walked past without looking around, went to the attending physician's office, and after some persuasion he finally got the matter done.
When he returned, He Jiajun was still waiting for the elevator.
After thinking about it, Chen Ling walked over, stood quietly behind him, and walked the dog at the same time.
He Jiajun glanced at him sideways and said nothing, but after entering the elevator, he suddenly asked, "When will your brother be discharged from the hospital?"
"I don't know either. He is seriously ill and will probably have to stay in the hospital for a long time." After Chen Ling said this, he bowed to Wu Weiwei in his heart and said sorry several times.
He Jiajun was just free and had no intention of having a deep conversation with the transfer student.
Chen Ling is just the opposite of him.
When the elevator reached the first floor and the door was about to open, he asked, "Do you regret bullying Zhou Yuanxin?"
With a ding, the metal door opened in both directions.
He Jiajun walked out and sneered, "I never bullied him. It was Cheng Le who beat and humiliated him. What does it have to do with me?"
"You instigated Cheng Le behind the scenes and encouraged him to bully people to satisfy your own disgusting pleasure. If you don't remember this, someone else will remember it for you." Chen Ling said, "If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself."
"Shut up!" He Jiajun turned around angrily and stared at the young man in the elevator.
Before he could say anything, Chen Ling walked out and passed by him leisurely with his German Shepherd.
He Jiajun's chest was heaving with anger. He didn't know if the transfer student was tired of living and was against him everywhere! He had been spoiled and pampered since he was a child. Even Cheng Le was afraid of his parents and would not speak too presumptuously on weekdays.
Now, look what happens, some idiot pops up from nowhere, mocking and accusing him!
But the other party turned a blind eye to his anger and didn't take him seriously at all!
He Jiajun had no place to vent his anger, which kept growing like a snowball in his heart, causing pain in his chest.
Chen Ling had already forgotten about him and was now concentrating on playing with the dog.
Unless the German Shepherd is willing, no living person can see him. Chen Ling didn't dare to make big movements when playing with the big dog, for fear of being mistaken for a psychopath and taken directly to the psychiatric department.
He sat on a bench and gestured obliquely to the German Shepherd.
When the German Shepherd received the command, it jumped with all four limbs off the ground like a rabbit, and its erect triangular ears swayed with the movement, looking both silly and cute.
Chen Ling smiled at it, then suddenly froze and stood up from the bench.
He looked warily at the woods behind him and saw a tall, handsome man wearing a white shirt and dark grey trousers, carrying a luxurious lunch box, walking along the path in the woods.
Chen Ling breathed a sigh of relief. The negative energy in the old ancestor was too terrifying. Just releasing a little bit of it would make every hair on his body stand on end.
"Why are you here?" Chen Ling sat back on the bench, twisted his body backward, grabbed the back of the chair with both hands, and looked eagerly at the approaching man.
"I'll bring you food." Jiang Yu raised the food box to indicate.
Chen Ling wrinkled his nose, not smelling anything. He sat up straight and stretched out his arm to take it, but the man dodged him.
Jiang Yu rubbed his head and walked around from behind the bench to sit down.
Chen Ling put his legs down from the chair, propped his knees with his hands, and stared at the man as he unpacked the lunch box. He asked, "How did you know I was here?"
Jiang Yu raised his eyes and looked towards the flower bed. He saw a stupid dog biting off flowers and holding them on his head because no one could see.
"I just know it." As if afraid that the young man would continue to ask, he put the food box on Chen Ling's legs, "Eat, the tofu and braised pork ribs are specially made for you by the master."
Chen Ling knew that he was trying to change the subject, so he didn't expose him. He stared at the food box with shining eyes, "Did Master make this?"
"Yeah." Jiang Yu was a little jealous, "So happy?"
Chen Ling nodded repeatedly, "Master's craftsmanship is very good."
When he first became an apprentice, Zhao Xunchang cooked for him every day, and Chen Ling gained five kilograms in one go.
Perhaps he felt that he had become familiar with his young apprentice and there was no need to keep him around with delicious food, so when Chen Ling had lived in Yuhe Mountain for a full month, he quit his job and the young apprentice took over to show his respect to his master.
There was a "patient" upstairs in Chen Lingji's restaurant. During meal time, he would deliberately leave half of each dish untouched.
Jiang Yu stared at the man eagerly, sometimes at his eyelashes, sometimes at the tip of his nose. His eyes were never free and he looked at the young man from head to toe seven or eight times.
Chen Ling bit his ribs and protested incoherently, "Can you stop staring at me while I eat?"
"No." Jiang Yu sighed softly, and put his long arms behind him, encircling the young man within his body. "If I don't take a closer look, what will I do if I miss you when I go back? I have to see enough first."
Chen Ling found that the old ancestor was different. He chewed the food carefully and slowly, cherishing it very much. After swallowing it, he leaned towards Jiang Yu and said, "Why is your mouth so sweet all of a sudden? It's not like you at all."
Jiang Yu chuckled, his extremely aggressive eyes fixed on the corner of the young man's lips. There was a little sauce on that place, which was more tempting than usual, making people want to lick it off and have a taste.
If you think this in your heart, you must follow up with action.
The man leaned forward and kissed the corner of the young man's lips, licking his lower lip greedily with the tip of his tongue, still wanting more.
Chen Ling froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal, except that his ears turned red.
Jiang Yu put his arm around his shoulders and leaned his chin against the young man's shoulder. "There are things I wanted to tell you before, but our relationship wasn't settled yet, so I was afraid you would be disgusted. Now it's different, you've had physical contact with me..."
"I didn't..." Chen Ling subconsciously retorted, "Mouth to mouth doesn't count."
Jiang Yu's eyes became deep, he raised his chin slightly, put his lips on the tip of the ear, and leaned his whole body weight on Chen Ling like a boneless person, "So what is considered skin-to-skin contact?"
Chen Ling shrank his neck and wanted to lean on the man like a boneless person, but now he was the one being leaned on, and he felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Jiang Yu stayed alone in the rented house for a night, feeling empty inside. Now he had to seize the time and hold the young man to breathe deeply.
The tip of his nose was pressed against the artery on the side of Chen Ling's neck, and every breath he took was extremely stimulating.
Chen Ling was so aroused that her whole body softened. Her brain worked very slowly and it took her a long time to understand what the man meant by his ambiguous question.
God can testify that he didn't think in that direction!
Clearing his throat seriously, he said, "Never mind, whatever you say is what it is."
Jiang Yu said slowly, his nose moving upwards slowly, completely ignoring the looks around him, "Then I want to kiss you now."
It's not a good idea to do it in public.
Chen Ling made up his mind and turned his head away. Screw it. As long as he was happy and comfortable, other people's opinions were nothing but clouds and smoke.
The two did not go overboard, just exchanged some saliva and rubbed their lips together a few more times to temporarily relieve their urgent desire.
After the kiss, Chen Ling smacked his lips silently. Not bad, the ancestor's kissing skills have improved a little compared to last time.
Jiang Yu temporarily satisfied his craving, still leaning on the other person, grabbing the young man's hand and spreading out his fingers, then inserting his own fingers into them and holding them tightly.
Chen Ling felt happy and happy. After a while, he realized that the German Shepherd had come back at some point and was lying on the ground in fear and obedience. It was so hot that it didn't even dare to stick out its tongue.
He reached out and pushed the man's head, and asked, "Where does the woof come from?"
Jiang Yu then sat up straight, bent down, stretched out his hand and hooked the German Shepherd's chin, "It's just a prison dog. I thought it had some intelligence, so I recruited it to play with you."
Chen Ling: "Not a goblin?"
Jiang Yu: "Yes and no. It was tortured to death in life, and its soul did not dissipate after death. It practiced by worshiping the moon. Later, it met me by chance and was taken to the underworld."
The man narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled softly, "Don't be fooled by its current appearance. If it follows me, it will be out of the six realms and will not enter the cycle of reincarnation. When it gets angry, it will be more ferocious than an ordinary dog."
Chen Ling took a breath with heartache. He didn't expect that Aowu had such a hard life in the past.
He sighed, his eyes softened, and he also reached out to touch the dog's head. He thought, from now on you are my son, you can have fun as long as I am here, and I will stop your strict father, so there will definitely be no mixed doubles.
The German Shepherd seemed to understand. It made a soft whimpering sound from its throat and its moist eyes were as beautiful as glass beads.
Jiang Yu couldn't bear to see the man and the dog being so affectionate, his face darkened and he snapped his fingers. The German Shepherd immediately stood up and ran away.
Chen Ling hadn’t touched the dog enough, so he patted the dog hair on his palms and sat back next to Jiang Yu.
We’ve eaten and kissed, it’s time to get down to business.
He first talked about the recent developments of the case, and then said distressedly: "After Zhou Yuanxin entered the hospital, I couldn't find him. There is a huge amount of yin energy everywhere here. A soul with a mind like his is too easy to hide."
Jiang Yu pinched his face and gently pulled it, saying, "Discard your five senses and use your heart to perceive."
Heart perception, the so-called sixth sense, if we have to give it a source, it is the pineal gland in the center between the eyebrows.
People with well-developed pineal glands have a keen sense of super-real things. What we usually call opening the third eye is to completely "open" the pineal gland, giving it the ability to "see" and making it the third eye of human beings.
Chen Ling closed his eyes, it was pitch black, there was nothing.
Jiang Yu let go of his face, twisted his thumb and index finger lovingly a few times, and comforted him: "It takes time and opportunity to open your heart."
Chen Ling opened his eyes and nodded obediently: "I understand."
The two talked for a while, and Jiang Yu left not long after.
Chen Ling brought the food to Wu Weiwei, and waited until he wolfed down the food before saying, "Tao Zhiyong will be released soon."
Wu Weiwei was stunned: "Why was he released? People like him should be locked up for life!"
Chen Ling was packing up the food boxes on the partition and said, "Fan Xiaozhou has been approved to avenge herself. If Tao Zhiyong is still locked up, she won't be able to hurt him at all."
It’s not because of the Thousand-Eyed Thousand-Armed Guanyin on his back, but because the detention center is a righteous place where criminals are detained and ghosts and monsters dare not approach it.
So when Jiang Yu asked him whether he wanted to continue to hold Tao Zhiyong accountable, Chen Ling shook his head and said that he would definitely do so.
Wu Weiwei understood, pushed open the shelf on the bed, and leaned closer to his brother Chen, "Brother Chen, how do you think Fan Xiaozhou will take revenge?"
"I don't know." Chen Ling frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "I have done what I should do. It's up to her now."
Wu Weiwei felt like he was being scratched by a cat. "We broke the wall and the body is gone. Principal Jin will definitely be worried. Brother Chen, do you think Principal Jin will take Tao Zhiyong to school immediately after he is released from the detention center?"
When Chen Ling rushed downstairs to chase Zhou Yuanxin, he moved Fan Xiaozhou's body to the top floor.
There were some sundries piled on the top floor, covered with plastic sheeting. No one could find the body unless they reached out to lift it up.
At first Wu Weiwei was still worried: "What if I really go to school, will they find Fan Xiaozhou's body and destroy it?"
"No." Chen Ling said, "The school is guarded by Fan Xiaozhou and the Yinchai, nothing will happen."
"That's good." Wu Weiwei clenched his fists. "In reality, there is no way to bring certain people to justice. Let's solve it in other ways. That's good."
Chen Ling: "Heaven's net is vast and wide, nothing can escape it, God is watching us."
Wu Weiwei suddenly felt fortunate that he did not go astray, otherwise he would have suffered some kind of retribution!
Chen Ling picked up the empty lunch box in his hand and shook it. "I'm going to the public area to wash the dishes. You stay here by yourself for now."
"I'll go, I'll go!" Wu Weiwei raised his hand and was about to get off the bed.
Chen Ling held him down and said, "Don't ruin your character."
Wu Weiwei: “…”
In the next few days, everything can be said to be calm.
Fan Xiaozhou was watched by the evil spirits and stayed in school obediently, while He Jiajun was also quiet and Zhou Yuanxin never showed up again.
Cen Ling and Wu Weiwei looked at each other, and a few days passed in boredom, and finally July 14th arrived.
The gates of hell are wide open on this day, and superstitious people will not go out after dark.
But there are always exceptions.
When it was getting dark, Chen Ling was closing his eyes and using his mind to sense his surroundings when he suddenly heard a flurry of footsteps in the corridor.
He opened his eyes and looked at Wu Weiwei: "I seem to hear a familiar voice."
Wu Weiwei was playing games on his phone. Hearing this, he put away his phone and asked seriously, "From your class?"
"It should be." Chen Ling opened the door and walked out, and saw four classmates jogging towards him.
Seeing the transfer students in the corridor, several people were also stunned. One of the fat guys asked, "Why are you here?"
Another man with a buzz cut raised his hand and tapped the fat man on the back of his head, "Why do you care so much? Just get the people together."
Chen Ling intuitively felt that the "get together" they mentioned should also include him.
The fat man is very heavy and walks with his legs wide apart, like a penguin.
After walking in front of Chen Ling, he took advantage of his weight and grabbed Chen Ling's clothes, asking, "Where are the poker cards you had before? Take them out! Now that we have six cards, we must start the poker bridge game right away before it gets dark."
The voice was loud and exaggerated, as if he was deliberately trying to give himself courage.
Chen Ling pulled the hand away from his clothes and took out the Ace of Hearts from his trouser pocket.
He held it between his fingers and shook it, then said with a smile, "Classmates, today is July 14th, the gates of hell are open, are you sure you want to play tonight?"
"I don't fucking want to!" The crew cut was very angry, and his words revealed fear and dread. "The last card has appeared. If we don't play tonight, we will all suffer!"
Chen Ling raised his eyebrows. It seemed that someone had suffered in the past for not wanting to follow the rules of the game.
"Okay." He turned to face He Jiajun's ward and raised his hand to knock on the door.
It had been so quiet these past few days. Although he couldn't contact the gang, Zhou Yuanxin hadn't shown up either. He Jiajun thought the ashes had really been cleaned up, and his fear was lessened.
Hearing the knock on the door, he said in a rare gentle tone: "Come in."
The white double doors were pushed open, and the first person to come in was Chen Ling.
He frowned impatiently and was about to tell the person to get out, but his eyes suddenly froze and he stared at the card in the young man's hand.
The man with a crew cut followed in, with a hint of gloating in his tone, "He Jiajun, everyone is here, the game begins."