After an unknown amount of time, Kou Dong finally heard a vague cry, piercing the darkness as if he was in pain. The familiar chuckle sounded again in the dark night, as if a butterfly came out of its cocoon flapping its wings.
He hurriedly got out of bed and went downstairs with Ye Yanzhi. When they ran to the first floor, both of them were taken aback.
There were dots of blood all over the ground, and I don't know how high it was splashed, and it even left brown marks on the light tube on the top. The strange thing is that none of the students on the first floor came out of such a big commotion.
The bloodstain was really shocking, Kou Dong couldn't help but raise his heart, and looked at Ye Yanzhi.
"Go inside?"
Ye Yanzhi nodded.
He pushed open the door of the dormitory where Dao Scar lived, and Kou Dong couldn't help closing his eyes. At this moment, he heard the sound of wings beating, slightly enveloping his body, and then lightly slipped out of the door.
The curtains in the room were drawn tightly so that no light could penetrate. In the darkness, there is only a blinding white.
That corpse lay quietly on the ground, pale and plump, like a big translucent jellyfish. It's just that it was covered with blood, and even completely covered his face, so he couldn't see his face clearly.
Kou Dong knelt down, enduring his nausea to wipe the blood off his face. Before he started, Ye Yanzhi was one step ahead of him and did the job for him.
I don't know where he took out a square towel, and slowly wiped off the stains on the corpse's face.
There was a very deep scar on it.
Scar was still staring, his expression full of panic, as if he had seen a ghost. His lips parted, and it was from there that the monster of the satiated emotion emerged.
Kou Dong's high-pitched heart finally let go.
Not Ashe.
The dead man is Scar.
He stepped over the pale body, and immediately saw the little girl outside the bathroom who had just wiped her hands. The bright red knife was still thrown on the ground, A Xuezai carefully wiped off the water marks on his hands, then raised his eyes and looked at them.
"It's resolved," she said calmly, "he's dead."
Kou Dong asked, "How do you feel?"
"It's good," the little girl stepped over the knife and said calmly, "He's less courageous than I remembered. I only used a few knives, and he was already scared enough to provoke them."
Immediately, she smiled again.
"That's right, he has always only dared to play tricks at home."
Kou Dong's heart tightened, listening to her, it seemed that he was talking about something completely unrelated to him.
He vaguely understood what the little girl had done, and he was afraid that she used the props drawn from the exchange pool to force Scar into a dead end, which made him fearful. In the end, this fear attracted monsters looking for food, and Scar became a new cocoon.
It's just easier said than done, but extremely difficult to do. The most important point is that Ah Xuede always keeps calm and must not be ruled by this hatred.
— She must not be parasitized.
This is actually a battle with herself, and it is naturally extremely difficult. The clothes on the little girl's body were already drenched with sweat, and water was still dripping from her forehead, but her eyes were fixed on the people on the ground.
This man was lying on his back, as fragile as glass that could break at the touch of a touch. It was very different from the man in her memory who was always cursing and hitting her with things after drinking.
At that time, what the man said all day long was that he regretted having such a loser like her. .
Lost, shamed, unable to go down to see the ancestors.
This became a man's excuse, and every time he said it, her mother was speechless, unable to refute it with a word, and could only watch him drink and gamble again. Sometimes when he came back after earning money, the man would still hum a few songs; more often than not, if he lost money instead of earning money, he would drag her off the kang in the middle of the night and drag her out to beat her.
The walls were covered with marks from the man's ashes, and the room reeked of alcohol.
Speaking of which, the man only remembered once that she was his daughter, and that was when he ran away owing a large amount of usury debt.
At that time, the man was stabbed in the face by the debt collector, and suddenly remembered that he also had a daughter who was about to be eleven, and his wife, both of which could be used to pay off the debt.
He has a wife and a daughter, how can he be considered poor
A Xue's fingers trembled slightly, and suddenly clenched again. Now, Scar was no longer the same as she remembered, and when she looked at Scar, everything was reversed.
Ants.
She felt happier than ever, put the knife back into the luggage compartment, and said, "Go back."
The little girl went straight back to the girls' dormitory to sleep, and Kou Dong saw that her expression didn't change, and sincerely felt that this girl was awesome. Although she didn't kill this person directly, she was responsible for the indirect contribution. Now that the body is still lying on the floor, the little girl didn't even show any fear or panic. Instead, she calmly kicked him over A trash can is not worth mentioning at all.
How strong a will is this
Just such a person, Song Hong was actually worried, it was really old lady who was confused by lard.
When he and Ye Yanzhi went back, Song Hong was also startled by the sound, and hurried out the door, just happened to bump into the two of them.
"What's going on?—Where's A Xue? Why is there no one?" He said, anxiously going out again, "Did she really go?"
Kou Dong reached out to stop him, shook his head, "It's okay."
Song Hongxin still didn't let go, and asked: "What do you mean?"
"It's all right," Kou Dong briefly told him about the situation just now, "She survived."
Song Hong: "..."
Song Hong: "!!!"
Song Hong slowly savored the taste. His eyes flicked back and forth between these two people. The three of them had discussed their relationship from the very beginning, and they planned to lie to him.
From this point of view, didn't the little girl refer to him as the idiot yesterday
Song Hong was almost pissed off, and he muttered to Kou Dong for a long time with the heart of an old father, repeatedly emphasizing how risky and unsafe this matter was, and that Ah Xue was risking his life to act so risky. bet. Kou Dong followed Ye Yanzhi's arms with a couple of echoes at the beginning, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he acted like a chicken pecking rice in Ye Yanzhi's arms, knocking and knocking.
Ye Yanzhi embraced him with one arm, and silently patted his back with his hand. His hand seemed to have magic power, Kou Dong was patted twice by him, and he didn't know when he tilted his head and fell asleep completely.
The next day, Scar's body was discovered by the dormitory aunt, which caused a new wave of panic.
The room on the first floor was sealed off. When Kou Dong came down the stairs, he could still see the police rushing through it, busy collecting evidence. In fact, there is no evidence to rely on. There is no surveillance in the corridors of this school. At night, everyone is sleeping soundly, and no one hears anything.
The police came here for questioning, but they found nothing. In the end, they had to take the body back and hand it over to the Criminal Investigation Department together with the previous ones.
There were quite a few courageous students on both sides, and they all gathered here to watch the excitement.
"Another one."
"A transfer student, right? There have been so many accidents with transfer students recently..."
Kou Dong and the others passed through the crowd, and suddenly heard a student behind him shouting, "Teacher Si!"
Then there was a gentle reply, "Hello."
"..."
Kou Dong's footsteps stopped.
He turned around and saw a slender figure coming from the direction of the office building from a distance. His shirt was rolled up to his forearm. His light amber eyes were covered by thin gold-rimmed glasses, so he couldn't see clearly.
Not a psych teacher.
The psychology teacher stood behind the crowd. He couldn't spot Kou Dong who was standing behind the crowd obliquely in front of him. He just watched the pale corpse being carried out like the others. Kou Dong stared at him all the time, after realizing that the corpse was not A Xue, the man's always indifferent face was startled, and then he raised his eyebrows slightly.
Obviously, this was somewhat beyond his expectation.
The student who greeted him just now accosted him: "Teacher Si doesn't know yet, does he? This is another one, a transfer student..."
The students in the school all liked this psychology teacher. Not only was he young and handsome, but he also had a gentle temperament, which made it easy for people to let go of their guards. If the school selects the top ten most influential teachers, he can definitely be the first.
The psychology teacher frowned for a while, then suddenly asked, "Which one is it?"
The student was taken aback, "What?"
"The transfer student," the man asked, "Which one is it?"
"...Oh!" The student came to understand, "It's the one with the scar on his face. I don't know if Teacher Si has seen it before, it's the one in our class—"
He turned his head, and when he caught sight of Teacher Si's face, he was slightly taken aback.
For some reason, the man's lips were tightly pursed, as if... he seemed to be angry because something went beyond his control.
That was the first time he saw such a look on the face of this psychology teacher, the amber eyes were dark, somehow reminded him of a beast that wanted to eat people.
"..."
The student swallowed, and suddenly couldn't spit out the rest of the sentence. He took a step back subconsciously, and it took him a long time to shout: "Teacher Si..."
In just a moment, the person in front of him returned to his usual peaceful smile.
"Ok?"
The student was a little hesitant, and felt that it was just an illusion. He barely calmed down his racing heart, and said casually: "There have been so many accidents among transfer students, and there are still some who transfer in desperately. The old class said today, there will be another one in class—"
The psychology teacher cast his gaze over.
"New transfer student?"
He asked softly, narrowing his eyes behind his thin gold-rimmed glasses.
"Yes," the student said, "it seems that the surname is Ye, what is it called Ye?"
He thought hard, and finally clapped his hands, "That's right, Ye Yanzhi!"
The psychology teacher raised the corners of his lips and showed a slight smile.
"Ye Yanzhi," he chewed these three words repeatedly in his mouth, tasting them with his lips and tongue, almost as if he was referring to an old friend, "Ye Yanzhi..."
He glanced up, and there was a hidden system dialog box, which didn't pop up at the moment.
"waste."
The young psychology teacher said sarcastically, and immediately he took a step and left from here without looking back.