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"Having said that, the Hanging Rope may no longer be there. I don't think you need to continue to despair."

Xia Ren glanced at her and said nothing.

That was an ancient dream fragment and a thousand achievement points. He would not give up easily until he was really sure.

Chapter 145 The Frenzied Dream (VIII)

Inside the black Mercedes-Benz, Xia Ren and the restless Zheng Lang were driving in the night.

"Xu Qiang is dead."

Xia Ren said suddenly.

"what?"

Zheng Lang almost threw the phone away.

Xia Ren looked at his reaction through the rearview mirror of the car, and continued: "He committed suicide, and he took his parents to be buried with him before he died. Xu Qiang's parents were lying on the ground, one had his throat cut and the other was stabbed to death, while Xu Qiang was hanging in his bedroom with his eyes protruding, his face purple and his tongue sticking out."

"Cheat, lie, why haven't I heard of it?"

Although Zheng Lang couldn't believe it all of a sudden, he was so scared that he couldn't speak fluently just by hearing the scene described by Xia Ren.

"What did I lie to you for?"

Xia Ren said: "The reason why I didn't tell you is because I was afraid of causing panic. Student Zheng Lang, do you know why Xu Qiang committed suicide?"

Most of what he said is true. Children have never experienced life and death, and they are born with a strong fear of death. In addition, they have watched ghost stories and horror movies since they were young. Therefore, without him saying anything, the other party will automatically fill in their brains. Horror picture.

The reason why Xia Ren told the other party these things was that on the one hand, he was upset, and on the other hand, it was to let him know that this matter was troublesome, so that it would be convenient for him to make further arrangements.

Recalling what they did to Xu Qiang last night, Zheng Lang couldn't help shaking, and quickly said: "I don't know, I don't know anything."

"yes."

Xia Ren nodded noncommittally, and then threw out an even more exciting news: "Actually, my identity is not a teacher, but an investigator who specializes in dealing with weird incidents. After Xu Qiang died, he has become a ghost. I need to get rid of him. "

Zheng Lang was stunned.

Are there really ghosts in this world?

Immediately afterwards, he thought of an even more terrifying thing. If Xu Qiang really turned into a ghost, he must be looking for them first!

A series of conversations that surpassed common sense combined with fear made Zheng Lang completely panicked. He said anxiously, "Teacher..."

"Don't worry, I won't watch you die in vain."

Xia Ren comforted him, then took out a piece of white paper the size of a palm from his pocket.

"You take this talisman. It can protect your An at critical times. If you see a pattern on the talisman paper, you must tell me."

What he said on purpose just now was to make the other party pay attention to this old seal, so that he wouldn't just throw it away when he got it.

Seeing the talisman paper, Zheng Lang became more sober. After all, he is a top student, and his head is not slow to turn. He thought of those charlatans, and wondered if this teacher made up a story to cheat money?

"Take it, it doesn't need money anyway, just trust me, and Xu Qiang may do it tonight."

Hearing this sentence, Zheng Lang quickly took the talisman paper and held it carefully in his palm.

The distance from school to his home is not far, only less than 15 minutes by car.

"Don't tell anyone about this, or I can't protect your safety."

After getting out of the car, Xia Ren gave him another instruction.

Zheng Lang believed it completely at this time, nodded repeatedly, and was full of gratitude to him.

Since he had contacted his family in advance, as soon as he knocked on the door, a middle-aged couple greeted him enthusiastically, serving tea and expressing concern, which made Xia Ren feel a little embarrassed.

Then he said: "Zheng Lang and his friends bullied other students at school, do you know this?"

"Uh……"

The smiles of the couple suddenly froze on their faces.

Zheng Lang didn't expect him to say it so directly, didn't he just promise to protect me outside?

The home visit ended soon, Xia Ren looked at the red marks on Zheng Lang's face and felt very satisfied.

The car was parked in the community, he declined the kindness of Zheng Lang's parents, and went downstairs alone.

It was already 09:30 in the evening, and the stars could not be seen in the dark cloud-shrouded night. There were lights on the path, but each street light was far apart, and under the pressure of the dense darkness, it could only illuminate a small area .

Only at this time, at this place, can the hustle and bustle of the city slowly fade away, and the insects in the grass beside the road can be heard.

Xia Ren walked to his car, opened the door, and was startled.

In the co-pilot's seat was a slightly fat boy wearing Liming Middle School uniform.

It's just that the boy's school uniform was stained with blood, which was in stark contrast to his strangely pale complexion.

"Don't mind your own business."

Xu Qiang said expressionlessly.

Xia Ren was a little surprised. He was completely different from the cowardly little fat man he saw yesterday afternoon. It was a kind of coldness, as if leaking from the bone marrow. The tone of his words didn't sound like a warning, but more like me. The feeling of seeing a bug at your feet and stepping on it to death.

Cruel to numb, with a temperament that completely disregards life.

He had only seen this kind of strong contrast before and after in Type II infected bodies, but even Fang Bin and the taxi driver Shen Hua didn't change as completely as the little fat man in front of him.

This may be the first three types of infected bodies he has seen.

"Are you hallucinating too?"

Xia Ren licked his lips excitedly, and the crowbar quietly appeared in his hand.

The appearance of Xu Qiang at least verified that his guess in the afternoon was correct.

"Do you want to die?"

Xu Qiang's tone finally carried a hint of anger, but also doubts.

Why is this person not afraid of himself?

When he was at school in the afternoon, he knew that there were three people who might be investigating the cause of his death, so he casually warned him. However, to his surprise, the two women were not tricked at all, and his illusion had hurt them. It didn't have any effect, but almost exposed his position.

Only this man broke his illusion by relying on a strange piece of paper. He seemed harmless, just an ordinary person.