Hell App

Chapter 109

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The eerie whisper has completely disappeared.

Bai Yan smelled a strong smell of blood.

In fact, he felt something was wrong when the boy was chatting with that person, because he also remembered that there was a wall next to the boy, and there was no one on his right.

Sure enough, as the boy took off the quilt and began to eat cotton, a faint smell of blood gradually permeated the air.

When the boy was eating the cotton, he kept gasping, and even the saliva spattered out a strong smell of blood.

In the end, the boy was so painful that he lost his perception of his surroundings, and asked in a daze, "Where did the bettor go?" But Bai Yan heard it clearly—that 'person', he was still in the dormitory, and hadn't left!

"It hurts...it hurts..."

"Ghost... there is a ghost in the room..."

The boy gasped, he exhausted all his strength, but the sound that came out of his throat didn't wake anyone up.

Except for Bai Yan, everyone is sleeping in a dream.

Hearing the boy die, Bai Yan couldn't help but opened his eyes in the dark, and quietly stretched out his little hand under the quilt, trying to find out about the boy's situation.

However, as soon as Bai Yan opened his eyes, he saw a dazzling light—it was the light from a flashlight.

The flashlight flashed for a moment, then turned off abruptly.

The dazzlingly shining Bai Yan's eyes were filled with tears, and the tears wet his face.

Under the cover of tears, Bai Yan's eyes were blurred, but at this moment, he also saw an extra 'person' in the room.

The 'man' was standing over his head now, looking straight at him with a flashlight.

It did not go!

Someone has died, next... is it my turn

Bai Yan was soberly aware that he was being followed by a ghost.

He tried his best to breathe calmly, but he was still short of breath, his heart was beating violently, and the tears in his eyes did not stop.

At the same time, his cheeks were blushing, and there was an innocent smile on his lips—a child's smile full of joy.

He didn't call out for help, waking up other students to share the pressure.

He just kept silent and opened his eyes wide to meet the unknown fate.

"..."

Time passed in silence.

The dormitory is so dark that you can't see your fingers. Although Bai Yan's night vision is exceptionally good, he can't see anything.

Why am I not dead yet

Is the ghost gone

Just when Bai Yan was at a loss, a heavy thing covered his body, making it hard for him to breathe.

Almost instantly, his nose was enveloped by a strong smell of blood.

After a while, the sticky and pungent liquid flowed onto his body, soaking his pajamas.

All night, Bai Yan wondered what tricks the ghost was playing.

He tried to feel for the extra thing on his body with his hands, but his whole body was as if filled with lead, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

He finally understood that the ghost didn't go away, it walked from the bedside to his quilt, or in other words, there was a ghost pressing on his quilt, making him unable to move.

Knowing that he has encountered a ghost press, Bai Yan has no way to deal with it.

So, he kept his eyes open and waited alone in the dark until dawn.

When the first beam of light shone through the curtains into the dark bedroom, Bai Yan's body relaxed, and he felt that the thing pressing on his quilt finally left.

He blinked twice, adjusted to the not-so-bright light, and finally got the answer to the question that had haunted him all night—

The extra thing on his body is a quilt.

To be exact, it was the quilt of the boy who died last night.

Bai Yan crawled out of the quilt, and found that his pajamas were dyed red and black, his hands and feet were covered with long-dried liquid, and there was an unpleasant smell of blood in the air.

After fermenting all night, the smell of blood became rancid, and the smoky smell quickly woke up some children with sensitive noses.

The children who woke up saw the boy's death and soon started yelling, which woke up other children who were still sleeping.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuu, Nao Nao is dead, I want to go home! I want to go home..."

"Why is there blood all over his body? He must be a ghost! He must have eaten Nao Nao last night!"

"Teacher Ning! He's dead! Help! Let us out, let us out quickly!"

"..."

For a while, the dormitory was noisy and became a vegetable market.

All kinds of voices were mixed together, accompanied by the loud cry of collapse, making the dormitory like a purgatory.

Because of the detective-like behavior of a certain child, many children who have no thinking ability believed his words and believed that Bai Yan was a ghost.

As a result, many children ran to the window and shivered, and some hid under the quilt, thinking that they would not be killed by ghosts if they hid.

Some children who didn't like to sit and wait for death ran to the door, waved their small fists and slammed on the door desperately, shouting at the top of their voices.

While they were busy with their own work, a few children who were as bold as Bai Yan joined the dead man.

They stared at the dead boy, and soon, a girl tentatively stretched out her hand and touched the boy's protruding belly.

After only touching it, she felt as if something had bitten her hand, and she stretched it back out of fright.

However, in an instant, she reached out her hand and touched it again.

This time, she touched and said, "His stomach is so soft!"

Speaking of this, the girl tilted her head and said with great certainty: "It's softer than the bear doll at home, why is his stomach so soft?"

Bai Yan also stood by and watched, and when he heard the girl's words, he also reached out and touched the boy's stomach.

The boy's death was extremely strange. His eyes were wide open, filled with pain and panic, but from the outside, his body was normal.

He didn't lack any arms or legs, and all the parts were intact on his body. There was no trace of trauma, and there was not even a drop of blood on his body.

However, unlike other normal limbs, his stomach is really big and scary. Even a pregnant woman with twins doesn't have a belly as big as his.

"It's really soft, like a bed of cotton stuffed into his stomach..."

Bai Yan touched the boy's stomach and expressed the same feeling.

As soon as the words fell, Bai Yan realized something.

Last night, listening to the conversation between the boy and the ghost, at the instigation of the ghost, the boy ate a lot of cotton.

So the boy really died from eating cotton

Thinking about it, cotton is something in the quilt, so it should not be eaten, except for this stupid boy, he has never heard of anyone eating cotton.

Bai Yan nodded secretly, feeling that he had solved the case.

After eating a whole stomach full of cotton, it's no wonder the boy's stomach is so soft.

When several other brave children were scrambling to touch the boy's belly, Bai Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he remembered the quilt that the ghost had covered him.

The quilt pressed him all night, making him unable to move.

Now it was dawn, the ghost should have left.

Seeing the figure behind the curtain disappear, Bai Yan dragged the blood-stained quilt away from his own quilt, and pulled the front line on it with his hands.

The stitches of the children's quilt were not strong, and he pulled the quilt completely apart when he pulled it hard.

Inside the quilt, most of the cotton has long since disappeared, only a few pieces of red blood cotton dotted here and there, not inconspicuous at all.

Bai Yan didn't pay attention to the blood-stained cotton, he was attracted by the piece of meat in the quilt.

The quilt was filled with pieces of internal organs mixed together in a pile.

It was the first time Bai Yan saw this, but he could instinctively tell what parts they were from.

Here's a piece of heart, here's a piece of kidney, here's a piece of stomach...

Bai Yan used his hands to dig inside the quilt, and there were all such things inside.

At this time, he finally figured out why there was a foul-smelling liquid flowing on his body last night, which made him sleepless all night.

"He ate all the cotton in the quilt, so the contents of his stomach were stuffed into the quilt... so the ghost thought so."

Bai Yan accepted this logic and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Ning Xiuli was finally woken up when several bold children took turns rubbing and stepping on the boy's belly.

When she came out of the office, she scolded her head and face through the door.

But when she opened the door, there was an unexpected silence.

She was speechless watching the tragic death of the boy, and when she came back to her senses, she made a phone call with trembling hands and called a burly man.

The man was pushing a flatbed cart. He dragged the boy's body onto the cart, and pushed the cart away.

It wasn't until the sound of the flatbed truck completely disappeared that she couldn't hear it at all, that Ning Xiuli recovered, and became bitter and domineering again, wantonly beating and scolding the children in the dormitory...

The boy's death had a great impact on Ning Xiuli.

Although on the surface she still vented her anger on the child as always, Ning Xiuli knew that something had changed.

Compared with Lin Miaomiao who turned into a ghost, the boy's death was more impactful. The quilt full of blood made Ning Xiuli feel like a nervous person at night. Hid something.

On the morning of the third day at school, Ning Xiuli was much haggard.

She looked at herself in the mirror with a sad face. Thinking of staying in school for another six years, Ning Xiuli twitched the corners of her mouth, but she couldn't laugh.

She turned on the faucet and washed her face indiscriminately. Before she finished washing, she felt a urge to urinate in her lower abdomen.

She hastily wiped her face with a towel, before even turning off the faucet, she quickly sat down on the toilet.

Ning Xiuli felt relieved with the sound of splashing water.

Ning Xiuli was solving her physical problems, and inadvertently raised her head to look at the sink full of water.

As a result, when she raised her head, her whole body froze. In the stagnant water, a pale hand stretched out from the sink...