After struggling for a while, the shadow lay in a sliver, which was faster than Qun Yanyan's corpse fell.
It's not even twelve o'clock after all.
"What are you looking at?" Fu Yunjing's voice suddenly sounded, and the shadow disappeared suddenly.
"Have they all eaten?"
"have eaten."
"Aren't you going to rest?" Hang Qing asked him.
Fu Yunjing smiled: "Yes. Will Mr. Su accompany me?"
Hang Qing also wanted to know what the hell Fu Yunjing had done, so he agreed without hesitation. Fu Yunjing came over, took Hang Qing's hand very naturally, and said, "Mr. Su is frail, so be careful when walking." When the voice fell, his thumb seemed to carelessly rub the back of Hang Qing's hand twice.
The hot-blooded young man seems to be sultry is an innate skill.
However, Hang Qing remained unchanged.
How can you expect a ghost to feel
Fu Yunjing took his hand to the second floor: "Where is your room?"
Hang Qing pointed in a direction, and when he finished pointing, he suddenly remembered. This is Fu Yunjing going to rest, so I asked what his room was doing
Fu Yunjing didn't give Hang Qing a chance to regret, he took Hang Qing into the room, and then looked over the whole room: "can I sleep?"
Hang Qing rejected him mercilessly: "no way."
Fu Yunjing showed regret, but consciously went to the sofa, took off his coat and planned to lie down. Hang Qing's heart softened for a moment when he saw his appearance. After all, Fu Yunjing did not sleep all night last night. It doesn't matter if he is a ghost, but Fu Yunjing is a person.
"You..." As soon as Hang Qing spoke, Fu Yunjing suddenly took off his vest, revealing his lean but muscular upper body: "I haven't showered for two days, can I use your bathroom?"
"..." Hang Qing looked up at the wall clock.
Eleven fifty.
Hang Qing said very generously: "go."
As Fu Yunjing walked towards the door, he bent down and took off his pants.
Hang Qing: "..."
When Fu Yunjing stripped naked, Hang Qing turned his face unconsciously. Fu Yunjing looked back and saw that Hang Qing had his back to him, Fu Yunjing couldn't help the smile on his face any longer, and it became stronger and stronger.
Fu Yunjing happily pushed open the bathroom door and walked in.
The wall clock outside made a very subtle "ding" - the hands pointed to twelve o'clock.
The hot water flowed out of the shower, slowly, slowly, turning bloody. Fu Yunjing lowered his head and pointed at his hair, and his eyes were covered in blood red. Fu Yunjing's face sank, he straightened up, shook the water and blood on his head, turned around with a stinky face, and smashed the mirror with a punch, and the fragments of the mirror cut the skin of his knuckles. Fu Yunjing didn't care. The hot water returned to normal almost immediately.
Hang Qing glanced at the bathroom door.
No figure could be seen on the bathroom door, it looked as if a person had disappeared from inside. But Hang Qing is not worried at all. A villain, who hasn't started to enlarge his moves, will not play himself to death.
But suddenly, a clucking sound came from under the bed. The sound of teeth clumping together seemed to be frozen hard. Hang Qing was a little speechless. Is this ghost still freezing
The sound of clothes rubbing against the carpet gradually became louder.
The ghost was crawling out from under the bed.
The wind was blowing hard outside, and the windows were clattering.
A bloody smell wafted into his nostrils.
The ghost's appearance should be rather disgusting. Hang Qing let out a breath slowly, guessing that when the ghost was about to come out, Hang Qing was about to lift his foot and kick it back, lest the other party's honor scare him. In an instant, there was a loud bang, and the bathroom door was slammed open from the inside. Fu Yunjing strode with his long legs and walked to Hang Qing's side with a few quick steps, kicking his long legs hard.
"Ah!" A scream rang out.
The ghost was kicked back to the bed.
"Are you all right?" Fu Yunjing asked immediately.
Hang Qing lowered his head and glanced, two spots of blood fell on the light-colored carpet.
Fu Yunjing's hand was broken.
"your hands… "
"It's okay." After Fu Yunjing finished speaking, he hugged Hang Qing to his side.
The extremely domineering and extremely manly movements made him break away from the identity of the Maotou boy at once. But... Hang Qing pressed his elbow against his chest, expressionless: "you're not wearing clothes, and you've pressed me."
Fu Yunjing's actions paused, and then he showed a helpless look: "I'm going to wear it, don't move." But despite what he said, Fu Yunjing walked straight to Hang Qing's wardrobe, without waiting for Hang Qing to speak. He opened the closet: "My clothes are dirty and uncomfortable to wear..." His voice stopped.
Because the closet is densely placed, and it turns out that they are all nightgowns!
white, black...
Unprovoked makes people feel depressed.
"No other clothes?" Fu Yunjing turned around and asked.
"no."
"That nightgown is fine too, maybe the nightgown will fit better."
Hang Qing had to remind him: "plan to be gentleman?"
Only then did Fu Yunjing feel the air leaking from his crotch.
Fu Yunjing turned his head and glanced at the white nightgown on Hang Qing's body. Without hesitation, he put on a black one and said, "Occasionally I need to liberate myself."
Hang Qing: "… "
The ghost will cry at your careless attitude.
"Sleep, maybe when you wake up, there will be nothing left." Fu Yunjing smiled and walked to the sofa.
Hang Qingchao hooked his finger: "come here."
It was obviously just a simple action, but Fu Yunjing felt like his heart was clenched. The smile on Fu Yunjing's face was even brighter. He turned the direction without hesitation, approached Hang Qing, and then lay on the bed with extremely neat movements.
Only then did Hang Qing lie down.
Fu Yunjing whispered, "Are you afraid? Why don't you leave here if you're afraid?"
Hang Qing ignored him.
"You shouldn't be trapped here for the rest of your life... What is it that keeps you here forever?" Fu Yunjing said in a low voice.
Hang Qing still didn't speak, and Fu Yunjing thought he fell asleep.
"What a pity... The beauty is imprisoned in the castle..." Fu Yunjing said in a low voice, looking up at the ceiling. There are paintings on the ceiling. Western, Eastern... Countless paintings of different styles are blended together, and there is no awkward feeling. Was it painted by Su Lingshui
Fu Yunjing originally thought that this journey would be very boring, but at this moment, he strongly wanted to take away the young man beside him from this ancient castle.
…
Hang Qing didn't sleep at all, he heard a prompt sound in his mind: "the villain's favorability increases by five points."
At this moment, Fu Yunjing suddenly turned around and held Hang Qing in his arms.
The ghost under the bed made a "cluck" and "squeak" unwillingly. The former is like a collision of teeth, the latter is like a fingernail scratching the ground. Not only that, the ghost didn't dare to climb out, and kept hitting the bottom of the bed.
"Boom, bang—"
Fu Yunjing's face was a little ugly, but he immediately reached out and hugged Hang Qing.
Hang Qing: "...Are you afraid? This bed is of good quality, even a ghost can't do anything about it. "
The ghost underneath seemed to be feeling it, and for her dignity as a ghost, she began to hit the bottom of the bed harder.
Fu Yunjing: "..."
"I'm not afraid, I'm worried that you are." Fu Yunjing said, hugging him tighter, as if he was really worried about Hang Qing.
"Such a coward, there's nothing to fear. You've been kicked so hard that you can't climb out..."
The ghost was silent for a while, and continued to slam against the bed board—"Bang bang bang bang!" The rhythm kept going.
Hang Qing: "… "
Fu Yunjing rolled over and sat up, his face was gloomy, and there was a little bit of anger in Zhang Yang's eyebrows. He squatted down and reached out to grab the ghost under the bed: "Today I can let you take a look at killing the ghost."
Hang Qing: "..."
Then there was a sour "squeak" sound, which should be the sound of Fu Yunjing dragging the female ghost under the bed, and the female ghost grabbed the ground unwillingly.
"Ah!" This was the scream of the female ghost.
"Sting, stab..." Hang Qing also didn't know what the sound was.
"Ah!" a higher scream.
Hang Qing couldn't bear it any longer: "Student Fu, it's a little disturbing to the people." Hang Qing turned his head and saw the female ghost, lying on Fu Yunjing's feet with her hands and feet twisted, and the female ghost fastened with her long bloody fingernails. Fu Yunjing's trouser legs: "Ah!"
Fu Yunjing bent down and pinched the female ghost's chin with a cold face: "It's already a ghost anyway, so there's no need for a tongue."
Hang Qing: "… "
The female ghost was so frightened that she closed her mouth, and two tears of blood slid down her pale face. Hang Qing suddenly had the feeling that two men were bullying a weak woman together. Hang Qing paused and said, "you stuff her back?"
The female ghost looked at Fu Yunjing tremblingly, and a hint of prayer could be vaguely seen in those strange white eyes.
Only then did Fu Yunjing shove the female ghost back with a gloomy face.
The female ghost shivered under the bed, and instantly became quiet.
Fu Yunjing wiped the blood on his hands, lay down beside Hang Qing, the stern and gloomy expression on his face disappeared, turned around and hugged Hang Qing, blood oozing out of the injured knuckle skin, Scattered blood stains on Hang Qing's white nightgown. Hang Qing: "… "
This face change is really fast enough.
This story tells us not to disturb a person who has been up all night trying to sleep.
The room on this side was quiet, and on the other side, Le Tong ran and spit out his stomach juices. The evil ghost was chasing after him, and the entire castle was extraordinarily large and the roads were intricate. After Le Tong and Ruan Ying ran away, they could no longer be found. Not to mention going to Fu Yunjing and that Mr. Su...
Le Tong wiped the sweat from his face and once again dodged the Specter's attack.
Writing more psychic texts and playing more psychic games is still useful, at least you can get a feel for the routines. For example, there must be someone who opens the door to kill, and there must be someone who turns around to kill... When Le Tong was glad that he survived again, it was surprisingly quiet in Hang Qing's room on the other side.
Le Tong leaned against the door, gasping for two rough breaths, guessing that the ghost didn't catch up so quickly, she pushed open the door in front of her carefully, and tensed her muscles, ready to escape at any time. The door opened and the lights were lit inside, but it was empty. But even so, Le Tong felt relieved. At least there are no ghosts.
Le Tong walked in and closed the door with a backhand.
This is a male room, and should be a room for a slightly older male. Because the layout of the room is very calm and atmospheric, there is no element out of place. But the room is full of understated luxury.
Le Tong walked in and turned around.
There was no dust in this room, and there was no cobweb or dust in the room after twelve o'clock.
Le Tong walked to the desk, and there were books on the desk, just like someone was sitting here reading a book not long ago. Le Tong was a little nervous. She walked over and found a book spread out on the table. The book was written with lines of characters mixed in Chinese and English. But the Chinese handwriting... Le Tong could tell at a glance that it was the man who wrote the annotations on the album!
Le Tong's breathing became heavier involuntarily, she flipped over the things on the table, and then saw the name on the title page of the book.
"Hellmann Dreiser"
Herman Dreiser.
It's the name written on the invitation.
That pervert really lives here!
But why never see the second person? Was he really killed by Mr. Su? No, it's impossible... Le Tong continued to flip through the cabinet, there must be other clues. Le Tong's breathing became rapid. This is no longer a game on the computer, but a real reality. She dug out the thick album from the closet. Le Tong couldn't wait to open it.
Not newspaper clippings.
All are photos of Mr. Su.
But there are no exceptions in it, all of them are photos of the same pose.
They are all photos of Su Lingshui lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully.
Le Tong shuddered. Is this man really sick