The Big Bad Beats Your Chest [Quick Transmigration]

The fog surrounding the school seems to have been torn open a huge opening. The white mist that covered everyone's vision before swirls, gallops, and roars, rushing towards the huge opening, and the chaotic state of yin and yang in the school suddenly disappears. Now, what disappeared together was the weird atmosphere that ordinary people could feel.

The clouds clear and the fog clears, the rest of the life after the catastrophe.

Many teenagers wept with joy, hugged and shouted loudly, attracting the attention of teachers and students from other floors. In the end, even the dean of academic affairs came, and with a dark face, he dragged the teacher Liao Yuxia to talk.

Only then did everyone have a real sense of the fact that the world around them had returned to normal. Hearing the long-lost ringtone and seeing the teachers and students passing by, someone pinched himself in a daze, and then asked the people around him, "What happened before?" Isn't everything about you a dream?"

The person next to him was also pinching himself, "You ask me, who should I ask?"

Everyone was in a daze. In that weird space, time was completely stagnant. When the world returned to normal, it was before the end of the math class. Now the math class just ended. In their consciousness, several hours had passed , I didn't expect everything to stay before the end of get out of class.

At this time, exclamations came from not far away, mixed with screams with distorted voices, and the words "jumping off the building" could be vaguely heard. It was Zhou Wu's father.

Everyone's face turned pale, and they glanced at the crowd one after another. This glance made their hearts shudder. Those who lost their lives in that world before have not come back!That's not a dream!

After realizing this point clearly, the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe is gradually diluted, followed by the deep fear of the world that eats people... and the fear of the boy who can contact ghosts.

Zhou Wu's face was still pale without blood, and his deep eyes were black and bright, glowing with excitement. His emotions were always high, so that when the police from the town came, he didn't do anything. reaction.

The few policemen in the town who have always been disorganized and undisciplined came out for the first time when they were supposed to get together to fight the landlord. The bodies of two classmates and one teacher, both from the same class.

There were still many wounded students in the class where the accident occurred. Two of the girls were seriously injured. Even after the emergency treatment, it can be seen that their situation is not optimistic. It is difficult to restore vision.

In an unsolved case full of doubts, they can only confirm that the students committed suicide, but they can't know how many murderers there are, whether they are the same person, or the same gang, and when did they infiltrate the school?What is their motive for killing?

Such a case would be difficult for an elite police force in a big city, let alone in the hands of a town police officer. It is their limit to deal with a parent who is not good at ordinary times.

The two injured girls were sent to the provincial capital hospital immediately. The police were not strong enough to take the entire class back for questioning one by one. They had to call away Zhou Rongsheng's son Zhou Wu and the students who died. Friends, and Liao Yuxia, the teacher of the class where the accident occurred.

Xu Qing is the oldest of the three police officers in the town. He has seen a lot of the world, and he does not accept his old age. His attitude towards work is not as childish as two young men who have just arrived. What kind of training, the two young people don't want to go, so he goes the most frequently.

As soon as he came into contact with the child in front of him, he sensed something was wrong with the child. The child in front of him was handsome, without bangs covering him, and his eyes were staring straight at people. This kind of staring would often cause other people's displeasure. He has seen a lot of weird people and strange things, and there are no clues on their faces.

Of course, if it's just that the way he looks at people is too direct, it's not enough to make him feel strange. The problem is that he sees excitement from the child's eyes and fingers that are constantly rubbing, undisguised excitement. Is it the behavior of a child who has just lost his father?

Xu Qing has been in the town for some years, and he probably knows about this kid who is called a freak by everyone, and also knows something about the family situation of this family. Judging from the broken guardrail on the roof, Zhou Rongsheng did not commit suicide. In school, a child who has been subjected to domestic violence all the year round has the motive to kill his father...

Xu Qing has been secretly paying attention to Zhou Wu's expression. After arriving at the police station, the excitement that Zhou Wu had been maintaining has subsided, and the expression on his face gradually became bored, sullen, and became excited again within two steps. , and then become gloomy, excited, gloomy, excited, gloomy...

Turning faces was faster than turning pages, Xu Qing felt a little creepy.

When asked about the situation at the time of the boy's incident, the boy answered in a satisfactory manner. He was in class all the time. He didn't know his father was coming, and he didn't see the dead classmate leave the classroom...

During the process, Xu Qing noticed that the young man's expression was sometimes stretched and bright, and sometimes dark and fierce. This kind of switching between good and evil, even an actor with superb acting skills, could not do it in a short time. See the boy's expression at the end of the questioning Fixed on a bright smile, Xu Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

This time the questioning did not reveal why, the only thing Xu Qing could be sure of was that even when he was quiet, the boy's mood fluctuated a lot, and there must be a lot of problems in his spirit.

The other two policemen didn’t make much progress either. These students’ confessions were either the same as Zhou Wu’s, insisting that they were in class and didn’t know anything, or they were talking nonsense, saying that there were ghosts in the school, and those ghosts killed them. their classmates died.

Naturally, they would not believe such a statement that was like a fantasy.

What surprised them was that Liao Yuxia, the teacher in charge of the class, as an adult, actually uttered the same nonsense. Several policemen smiled and didn't take it seriously. There must be a deeper reason, and we can only wait for the provincial experts to investigate.

The police station in the town is very small, only enough to store the corpses, and there is no room to detain the suspects. After an afternoon of questioning, the teachers and students who were taken away were sent back home. The town’s station and The exit has been controlled, only entering, not exiting, only waiting for the provincial team to arrive.

Man-made disasters come first, but natural disasters follow. Just after eight o'clock in the evening, there was a thunderstorm on the flat ground, and the largest signal tower in the vicinity collapsed instantly. Coincidentally, it fell on the only road into the town. All the young and middle-aged people were recruited overnight to rescue the road conditions. The expert team that was expected to arrive in the middle of the night could only be stopped on the road and had to wait until the next day to enter the town.

When Zhou Wu returned home, it was still dark, and the house was very lively. On weekdays, his father's "friends" had come to help collect his father's body, and now they came to ask for payment.

All valuables in the house were removed, TV, fan, refrigerator...

The old man lay on the bed and kept cursing. The strong men who came in and out of the house were not moved at all, and they emptied the house with a smile, discussing which one to go to for a drink later.

Those people were stunned when they saw Zhou Wu who appeared in the house without anyone noticing. Seeing that he had no intention of stopping them, they pushed the boy away and continued to work, as if they were entering and leaving no one's land.

The move was almost over, a middle-aged man with oily head and face lit a cigarette, leaned over to Zhou Wu's side, hooked Zhou Wu's chin, and touched his neck, "What did you do before?" I didn't find it, this kid..."

"Come on, Lao Zhou is dead, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, let's go and drink."

"Drink! Goodbye, kid!"

The man stretched out his hand to pinch the flesh on Zhou Wu's butt, but Zhou Wu avoided him, and the man didn't care, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

The hustle and bustle in the house gradually subsided, and Zhou Wu's originally bright face showed a malicious smile, innocent and evil, in just one thought, the non-human beings around seemed to be infected by his anger, They dragged their bleeding limbs and disappeared in place.

The men walking on the road only felt a chill in their backs, but when they looked again, they didn't find anything unusual.

As if removing something obtrusive, Zhou Wu's face changed into a sweet smile, and he walked into grandma's room.

The old man coughed heart-piercingly. The death of her son had dealt a great blow to her. Afterwards, the behavior of this group of people who robbed her made her very angry. Between grief and anger, the cough became more and more unstoppable. The blood she coughed up.

Zhou Wu saw the pale death on grandma's face.

The old man stared at Zhou Wu with his eyes wide open. Her life was at the last moment. She grabbed Zhou Wu's hand, "The blood of the Zhou family cannot be broken."

This sentence was said firmly. After finishing speaking, the old man took a long breath. The sound from his lungs was like a dilapidated bellows. He never let out that breath again. The old man lay on the bed, motionless.

That hand was still grabbing him, Zhou Wu opened the old man's hand, his tone seemed displeased and puzzled, "Grandma, you are so nagging, you always talk about the Zhou family's blood, blood, this kind of thing is really so important ?"

"But you're dead, so you won't be able to chatter in the future." The young man became happy, and left the old man's room briskly.

Zhou Wu was lying in the dark, unable to sleep, he would get up from time to time to check, bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom... as if he was looking for something, but also seemed to be wandering aimlessly, unable to find what he wanted, the boy lost his temper He smashed the only remaining furniture in the house and went back to bed.

After dark, thunder began to strike outside, louder than louder, and every time there was a sound, the raised blanket on the bed would tremble.

Zhou Wu covered his ears tightly with his hands, and bit his lower lip with his teeth. After another earth-shattering thunder, he suddenly lifted the quilt, dragged out a quilt from the closet, rolled it up, and held it in his arms.

There was another dry thunder, and the boy trembled, no, it's not cool enough...

He looked around in a panic, his eyes blank.

The boy got out of bed, turned on all the lights in the house, walked around the house helplessly, his eyes were red, he scratched his hair angrily, and finally squatted in the living room with his hands wrapped around his arms.

All the previous excitement disappeared, and the boy seemed a little aggrieved.

After a long time, the thunder finally stopped, and people's voices came from outside from time to time. It was the villagers who organized to rescue the signal tower. It seemed that some personnel on duty were trapped, and their life and death were uncertain.

There was no more thunder, but the boy who was dominated by boredom still couldn't sleep.

This night, the teenager was obviously not the only one who couldn't sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, the landline at the boy's house rang, and there were many people's voices inside.

"Zhou Wu, Zhou Wu, come to the school, we plan to get together, thank you for saving everyone, let's be happy until dawn!"

"Come on, you don't seem to have participated in group activities yet?"

"The guard uncle went to the emergency, you can turn in from the school gate, come quickly."

Zhou Wu put down the phone, and the boredom in his heart dissipated a lot. He changed his clothes happily, took the sugar jar in his room, and walked towards the school with a flashlight.

The author has something to say: first explain why it disappeared for a while 0.0

I know that in many universities, classes are held first, and all subjects are taken within a week after the class is over. That week is also called the exam week, including many friends of mine from different schools. . .

However, the stupid author's school has different class hours for each course, and one exam is one subject. After finishing the class, we have to prepare for a new term.In addition, the assessment of the engineering drawing teacher is to draw a complete set of architectural drawings (including hand-painted, CAD, and Tianzheng three versions. Those who learn this should know how cruel this package is. People are useless, with back pain, neck stiffness, etc. ), this kind of thing that needs to work overtime really takes a lot of time and energy, so it has been interrupted more frequently recently, I really want to say sorry to everyone.I know that many little angels will leave every time an update is made, but the stupid author really can't think of a way to get the best of both worlds, so he can only deal with it in a hurry. I love this article very much, but I can't let go of my studies. Although I don't Guaranteed updates can't bring popularity, but I will definitely finish writing it seriously.

Then, sorry for the next day or a few days after I may update.

Finally, let’s talk about some happy things. If there are no accidents this semester, we will have a holiday in early July. There will be a lot of time to spend in the summer vacation. Come on, be happy, wait for me~

I'm really a chatterbox 0.0, the little angel must love me very much after reading it 0.0