In the bathroom on the fourth floor of the art building, Qin Lang carefully washed his hands with soap, and the foam that came out of his slippery hands was gray-black.
Qin Lang frowned and put his hands under the faucet to rinse off. A cold wind swept across his body, Qin Lang's body stiffened for a moment, then he turned off the water tap, and squeezed out the tissue in the bag with two fingers to dry his hands.
Without squinting, he threw the soaked paper into the trash can beside his feet, and then walked unhurriedly towards the stairs.
"Da da da", the same pace, the same frequency, as if imitating. Qin Lang slowed down, as if the echo in the corridor also slowed down.
Qin Lang didn't seem to notice, he lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, plugged in his earphones, and listened to a random song. There was no expression on his face, but he couldn't help but sing along with this dynamic song in his heart.
"System system, "Genghis Khan" is so brainwashed, hahaha." Qin Lang laughed.
The system pondered for a moment, and couldn't help reminding: "Well... Shall I tell you that there is a cute guy behind you?"
Qin Lang: "..." Wouldn't it be good for him to ignore it? Wouldn't it be better for him to pretend he didn't see anything? Why tell him? This spicy chicken system has no love at all.
The system said earnestly: "Hey, dear host, you have to face it all the time. Yin and yang eyes are innate, you have to get used to it slowly, otherwise how will you face your old attack?"
Qin Lang's face was expressionless: "You can go?"
The system wisely chose to shut up.
Qin Lang was not afraid, but felt strange. He came from the S era of big science. This kind of supernatural painting style must give him a transition period for acceptance, right
1, 2, 3. Qin Lang silently counted three, took a breath, and stopped.
Sure enough, the echo that seemed to be his footsteps also stopped. Qin Lang straightened his back, turned his head slowly, and looked indifferently at the kid who was sticking out his long tongue and trying to scare him.
Qin Lang squinted his eyes, and his psychological acceptance seems to be good? Sure enough, the fear is just a psychological suggestion, and this kid in front of him is not as terrifying as his company's holographic horror game. The cold President Qin is so arrogant, saying that the transition is over.
He smiled grimly, and his dark eyes stared straight at the bloody eyes of the kid. The kid stiffened for a moment, and somehow felt a little cold around him, although he had been cold for a long time.
"Go away." Qin Lang's thin lips moved slightly, threateningly, "If you dare to follow me again, I will crush your soul."
Although Qin Lang spoke softly, the kid still felt the trembling from his soul, and with a flick of his figure, he disappeared into the empty and dim corridor.
The dynamic song was still ringing in Qin Lang's ears. He stood in the corridor, touched his chin, and suddenly smiled evilly, as if he had found something very interesting. The other little devils hiding in the wall shivered with fear by Qin Lang's smile.
System: "..." His host, doesn't he want to scare ghosts to play
However, the next moment he heard his host say: "System, I'm sick."
System: "..." The host suddenly admitted so bluntly that he was speechless.
Qin Lang looked at his pale, almost bloodless cold hands, and his body so weak that he was vulnerable, and said slowly: "In the darkness and despair where the sun cannot be seen, everyone will produce a demon. Powerful, indifferent, bloodthirsty and arrogant, no one can tolerate contemptuous eyes."
The system was full of question marks: "What are you talking about?"
Qin Lang smiled and said, "I want to add drama to myself."
? ? The system is still full of question marks.
Qin Lang put his hands into the pockets of his down jacket, and the slightly longer hair on his forehead covered his eyes. Walking out of the art building, in this gloomy weather, he has no sense of existence among the students who come and go. No matter how wide the road is, he just walks on the edge with his head down. If anyone swipes at him inadvertently, he will reflexively. Shrinking his neck, his pale lips trembled.
This is the original owner, a cowardly, timid, cowardly and pitiful character. Every day of his life is under the cloud, no sunshine.
Qin Lang does not live in the school dormitory, and his roommates and the people who come and go in and out of the dormitory will make him afraid. In severe cases, he will experience dizziness and vomiting.
Although his father was indifferent to him, at least he did not underestimate him in life. Because of his illness, his father's secretary rented a secluded place for him near the school.
Think that's good enough? Wrong, there is no harm if there is no comparison. His half-brother, his father directly bought a high-end apartment, which is also near the school. Rent one and buy one, don't make it too conspicuous.
The bad brother is called Qin Yang. He was originally one year younger than Qin Lang, but because of his excellent grades, he jumped one level and was admitted to Z University in the same year as the original owner.
Qin Yang chose the same painting major as the original owner, and from time to time he would deliberately show up around the original owner with his buddies, and then admire the original owner's trembling and pale face.
Qin Yang is not in the studio today, because yesterday he and his friends were too drunk to come.
The original owner's residence is indeed very secluded, and it is very close to the school. The owner of the small courtyard has long settled abroad, and the reason why it has become a supernatural place is because of the previous tenant. The tenant's family of four all died in this small courtyard.
If the haunted house is not easy to rent or sell, it can also deceive students from other places and suppress the rent again and again.
It is impossible for the secretary who rented the house to the original owner to not know the rumors about this yard. Obviously, this must be the intention of the original owner's stepmother and younger brother. They couldn't openly expel the original owner, so they left him here alone and fend for themselves.
And the original owner's unwary father obviously never once came to see or ask about his living environment.
Ugh. Qin Lang entered the door, and sighed as he glanced at the black-filled Xiaoyuan, how pitiful.
Qin Lang changed his shoes, turned on the heater, and watched the lights in the room flicker without changing his expression.
Qin Lang snorted coldly: "Get out, or don't blame me for being cruel."
The shivering child who would run into the bedroom as soon as he came home on weekdays suddenly became stronger. The child was pale and thin, and it looked like he was just bluffing.
Thinking of this, a figure faintly appeared in the bright and dim light. She had long hair and white clothes, and her dead white face made it difficult to see.
The wind in the small courtyard was even more pleasant. The wind seemed to be able to pass through the walls and windows, and it even caused a gust of wind to blow in the room, and the wind lifted the figure's white robe, and the picture was even two poignant, if you ignored her increasingly terrifying face.
Qin Lang just stood there quietly, looking as if he was frightened.
The figure grinned, and suddenly opened its bright red fingers and rushed towards Qin Lang.
"Ah—" The miserable cry did not belong to Qin Lang. Before the figure could touch Qin Lang, a golden light covered his fingers.
"What are you carrying on your body?" the figure asked in pain, the pain of burning her fingers and the constant bleeding caused her face to twist.
But that's not all, the timid and weak child in the past suddenly pinched her throat with her bare hands. The suffocation and oppression that she could still experience after death made her tremble, and subconsciously began to beg for mercy: "Sir... cough Cough... lord spare me... please... "
Qin Lang squinted his eyes and looked at her for a while. The strength in his hands did not increase, but he did not want to let go of her, "Is that Xiao Lang you bullied?"
The system that was eating melons and onlookers was almost destroyed: "What? Xiao Lang? Are you not?"
"Xiao Lang? Who is Xiao Lang? I don't know... " As soon as the female ghost finished speaking, she felt the pain in her neck getting worse and worse, she struggled, "Sir, spare your life... I... I came here yesterday... at all. , don't know at all..."
Qin Lang stopped moving, "Did you only arrive yesterday?"
The female ghost nodded, her eyes filled with blood and tears. She rolled her eyes and thought of something, and hurriedly said, "If you mean the ghost who used to live in this small courtyard, I know where he is."
"Where?" The murderous aura in Qin Lang's eyes gradually increased.
"I went to the south and left two days ago. The adults don't know, that old ghost was very fierce, and all the four members of the family who lived here were killed by him. The place he went to this time was also a haunted mansion. "After she finished speaking, she looked at Qin Lang begging, "Sir, I have told you everything I know, please raise your hand and let me go..."
"Heh," Qin Lang's five fingers gradually gathered together, "So, I lived here for half a year, and the old ghost failed. Where did you get the confidence to actually want to eat me?"
"I'll teach you a lesson this time, and dare to come again... Ha."
The female ghost struggled, and just when she felt that her soul was about to be crushed, the restraint on her neck was suddenly released. She didn't have time to see what the expression of this terrifying child was, and hurriedly ran away. She scared the ghost to death, and she would never dare to come again in the future, but it was a pity that this person was so rich in yin, if he could eat it, he would definitely make up for it.
Forget it, compared to this, the most important thing is to save the ghost's life. Can't be bothered.
After the female ghost left, the lights in the room were also worn out, bringing bright light. Qin Lang entered the bedroom and dragged out an old box from under the bed.
The system has been yelling for a long time: "What the hell? You are so crazy and cool, obviously serious OOC! Why didn't you judge? This is unscientific? And who did you just say, Xiao Lang? Please explain! Host! Reason me!"
Qin Lang frowned and cleaned up the dust on the box, and finally opened his mouth: "Didn't I say it? I have a disease, a mental illness, not only social phobia, but also schizophrenia. I am the second personality born to protect the weak and poor Xiao Lang, of course not OOC."
System: "..." Words can no longer express the grass and mud horse in his heart at the moment.
Is this okay with Nima
Qin Lang went to the bathroom to get the veil again, wiped the box clean, and continued: "The original owner lives in darkness and fear every day. Facing ruthless family members, indifferent classmates, and the expressions of ridicule and disgust from others, he yearns all the time. A ray of sunshine, a redemption. Unfortunately, no one helped him, and he had to rely on pills and hidden abilities to adapt to this malicious world."
"Is he incompetent? No, he is very strong, and he is more diligent than his grandfather's cultivation. Does he have low self-esteem? No, he is very proud, otherwise he would not work so hard to go to school and live like normal people, and he can't stand them. Different eyes, for fear of being treated as a mental patient. The tragic death of my grandfather, the death of my mother, the death of my father, and after the death of my mother, I couldn't wait to let the mistress and his illegitimate son take everything from him. All kinds of depression have been tortured for a long time. He, it also made him realize that no one can save him, he can only protect himself. So, the second personality appeared."
"The second personality is strong and indifferent, and tries his best to take revenge on those who have hurt Xiao Lang. But he usually doesn't show up. He only comes out when Xiao Lang is extremely scared." Qin Lang locked the password of the box with the memory of the original owner. When he opened it, he looked at the various magical tools in the box and smiled, "I feel too aggrieved to play the role of the original owner, the little coward. In this way, without OOC, I can still pretend to be coercive at any time. , am I very witty?"
The system wiped his sweat: "Actually, the latter sentence is the key point, right?"
System: Haha, the actor Qin Da is online. Should I consider buying the host an insurance against true schizophrenia? What if he overturns