Overlord Husband Secretly Reborn

The place of "execution" shown in the painting is a remote women's restroom.

Although the road map was very clear, Jiang Wenluo searched for the road map for a long time by himself before he finally found out the exact location—it turned out to be the attic of the teaching building.

The ceiling is in a triangular shape with two slopes built together, and it feels cramped and cramped for a second.It has no other extra rooms, only a women's toilet.There is a strong stench in the air, as if the garbage has been piled up for a long time and no one throws it out.The dirty water had a strange smell, which made Jiang Wenluo retch.

But it's not too bad.

After Jiang Wenluo saw Liang Yaowen, he felt that he was not afraid of anything. He directly turned on the flashlight and checked the surrounding situation.

Soon, Jiang Wenluo found a closed wooden door.

There was a faint sound of water flowing from this place, and when Jiang Wenluo walked in and shone the light of the flashlight on the wall, he froze for a moment...

On the wall here, there are many words written with black markers.

"Wu Qing little whore/zi", "Damn sissy", "slut who will seduce people", "little slut who owes fuck", "slut/bitch/dog who kills parents", "snapshot Look in the mirror."

There are also some scattered human figures drawn with red paint in ugly words-a thin and small young boy is kneeling on the ground, with a bouquet of roses in his mouth, his eyes are hollow, as if someone has dug him out Lost.

This stick figure has a big head and a small body, and the appearance of a mouthful of fangs looks very funny.

Looking at these things, Jiang Wenluo felt a strong discomfort, and he felt dizzy for a while.There are several different kinds of handwriting on the wall, some scrawled like a boy's writing, and some are more beautiful.

"Collective school violence/violence..."

Jiang Wenluo walked into a toilet cubicle.

He looked down and saw a mobile phone in the trash can, with some yellowed paper left.At this time, a gust of wind blew, and with a bang, the door was closed.

Jiang Wenluo raised his head, glanced calmly, and picked up the phone.

Then he looked at the pile of waste paper with a flashlight, and found that they were all clean, but they had been torn apart and crumpled together.Jiang Wenluo looked at his clothes and hands, and felt that his appearance was not clean at all—so he picked up the paper as well.

It can be seen that these are a few comics, which were torn off violently after being bound into a book.

The protagonists are the Q version of Wu Qing and Song Zhiyuan.

Song Zhiyuan was drawn very coolly, wearing a three-piece suit with neat hair.He is very serious, and such an expression looks a little cute on his small body.Wu Qing was beside him, holding hands with him, Baozi had a bright smile on his face, and used a red pen to draw a slight blush on his face.

The content of the cartoon is that Song Zhiyuan went to the mall to buy a ring after a day's work, and he awkwardly put it in a cake he made himself.

This gift was given on Wu Qing's birthday.There are also a few scattered ones, all of which depict Song Zhiyuan's appearance at work.

They are all written by Wu Qing.

"This should be...the imagination of their life after going to work."

Jiang Wenluo flattened the paper, folded it, put it in the backpack, and checked the phone: "It looks like it has been dropped many times, and the paint is peeling off the edges. I just don't know if it still has power."

The start-up sound immediately sounded, Jiang Wenluo was startled, and quickly covered the position of the speaker.The room was dark, only Jiang Wenluo's face was illuminated from bottom to top.Inside are a few very ordinary text messages sent between close people.

Jiang Wenluo didn't get any results, so he opened the photo album, swiped his finger on the screen twice, and Jiang Wenluo's face immediately became very ugly.

He saw Wu Qing again in the photo album.

In one of them, the boy had his pants removed, and a person stepped on his body behind him, making his face stick to the dirty floor tiles, insulting words were written in red pen on the back of his abdomen, and Wu Qing was tied up, like a rice dumpling, hung on an iron hook on the wall, and was swung around by the rope.

Immediately following are some videos——

Wu Qing was led into this toilet, and the door was locked outside. Wu Qing couldn't get out, so she could only scream in this remote toilet, crying, "Help, help!"

"Help... let me out."

Responding to his high and low shrieks.

Jiang Wenluo felt his fingertips numb with anger.

When shooting this video, it was raining heavily outside the window, there was lightning and thunder outside, and the attic was already leaking, and the damp smell could be smelled through the screen.

——Jiang Wenluo found that he couldn't imagine how it would feel for a young boy who had just entered high school to be locked up in such a dark place by himself, for people to make fun of.

Wu Qing sought help in vain, and her clothes were very thin, so she could only squat on the ground, hugging herself, leaning against the toilet door.

His head was buried low, he was sobbing uncontrollably, his eyes were red when he raised his head.

He was a little tired from crying, and seemed to want to go to the toilet, so he sniffed and stood in the toilet cubicle with his back to the door.

But when he turned to go out, he looked up and saw...a lot of hair hanging down from the compartment.

Then a face slowly turned around——

It was Li Xiaoyu who deliberately painted a face with heavy makeup.

"Ah!" Wu Qing screamed in fright, but Li Xiaoyu lay on it and laughed loudly at Wu Qing.

At this time, many people rushed in from the door, locked Wu Qing in the toilet compartment, and then blocked the door with heavy objects, and several people locked Wu Qing in again.

The camera is in a daze, and I don't know how long Wu Qing has been locked up. He is already cold and hungry, shivering in the smelly cubicle, his cheeks are flushed sickly, and he yells intermittently, "Song Zhiyuan..."

"Song Zhiyuan, where are you?"

But no matter how much he cried for help, no one came to save him.

The latter video is similar to it, but it uses a different method to bully Wu Qing, holding up the camera and making him stay away from Song Zhi.Wu Qing was small, with red eyes and said stubbornly, "It's useless for me to stay away from him! Song Zhiyuan will only like me! He himself admitted it!"

"No matter what, he won't like you, you vicious woman!"

"He will always be with me in the future!"

Then a pair of feet in high heels kicked Wu Qing's legs hard, causing his kneecaps to kneel on the tiles.

There are only these two in the video, and the rest are some daily photos, there is a bunch of small white flowers, there are exercises that Song Zhiyuan has corrected, and there are many photos of the two of them - Wu Qing leaned her head on Song Zhiyuan's head affectionately , facing the camera like scissorhands, showing two small canine teeth.And Song Zhiyuan turned his head to the side impatiently.

The last photo is a bouquet of roses.

Underneath was a letter written on white paper.

"This is a birthday present from him, he admits that he likes me =w=

"It's still hidden in the dormitory cabinet, and I won't tell you until I find out."

"What a duplicity fool, no matter what, seeing this makes me feel that everything is worth it."

Jiang Wenluo exhaled slowly, and put the phone in his pocket casually.

"It seems that Li Xiaoyu also likes Song Zhiyuan, so he is hostile to Wu Qing and bullies him with his classmates.

"She is very popular, and everyone listens to her. After Song Zhiyuan and Wu Qing graduated from high school, their relationship should have continued. They lived together in Song Zhiyuan's house, but they lived in different rooms. Mother--"

"Later Li Xiaoyu also moved in and got engaged to Song Zhiyuan."

"It seems that this world was created because of Wu Qing. The person who dresses up this school should be Wu Qing. There are all his happy memories when he was with Song Zhiyuan." The sky outside has turned pale , the roses in the distance are growing luxuriantly, just like the confession gift in that photo.Jiang Wenluo suppressed the feeling of anger, put one hand in his pocket, and walked out slowly.

At the moment of dawn, the abnormality outside quickly subsided, and the fallen walls recovered one after another, revealing the original appearance of the old campus. Not far away, there was an abandoned swing in the playground, shaking gently in the wind.

The air was stuffy and muffled, and Jiang Wenluo's boots made a muffled sound as he stepped on the dormitory floor.The feeling of fear disappeared completely, and Jiang Wenluo felt that he had returned to the position of an "outsider", watching everything that happened here.

He couldn't help but think of the two people who were making out in the dormitory a few hours ago - Wu Qing looked innocent and happy, which was quite different from the eerie man outside the school.

"What happened to the two of them all these years?"

"And... Song Zhiyuan didn't know Wu Qing was being bullied?"

"After all, with someone so close to him and in the same dormitory, Song Zhiyuan didn't even know that Wu Qing disappeared all night...is it impossible?"

After returning to the fourth floor of the dormitory, Jiang Wenluo stood in front of Wu Qing's dormitory door. After hesitating for a moment, he pushed open the door——

As he expected, there was no one there.

The window was opened, the white curtain was blown by the wind, and everything outside could be seen at a glance.

Just like Song Zhiyuan's home before, looking out from this window is a completely different scene from other places. This dormitory is where the "door" is, which is also the "edge" of the photo.

There is a mountain outside.

Corresponding to the photo on the mobile phone, Jiang Wenluo placed a bouquet of red roses representing love in the cabinet marked "Wu Qing", delicate and beautiful as ever.

"Wu Qing, what do you want me to do?" Jiang Wenluo held a rose in his hand.

He let out a foul breath, turned around and sat on the windowsill, with his back to the outside.

Then Jiang Wenluo relaxed and pushed the window frame with his hands, and fell down firmly——

The world spins and the funnel is inverted.

The feeling of weightlessness is coming!

The next second when Jiang Wenluo opened his eyes, the debris of the second photo scattered like feathers in front of his eyes.