[Others are hell] The script kills Fujiang

There was no training class today, Fu Jiang slept for a long time before getting up.

Last night seemed not to be peaceful, it made him toss and turn for a long time, and after finally falling asleep, he fell into a drowsy sleep again, full of dreams.

After coming to the examination house, he always dreamed of strange things, the dark corridor, the winding bloodstains, and the rustling noises.It was like the sound of dismembered pieces of meat being dragged on the floor, and red to black blood seeped out of the bag, giving off a foul smell.

Fu Jiang walked out of the room, the small room was still too cramped, his chest felt tight and he couldn't breathe after staying for a long time.

"Are you sure you don't live here? The facilities here are very good, and you can't find a place with better quality and lower price in Seoul." The landlord uncle said with a smile on his face when he met Fu Jiang for the first time. Same rhetoric.

Fu Jiang looked over, and it turned out that someone asked about the rental situation of the Eden Examination Institute.

A yellow-haired boy who looked like a college student was carrying a suitcase, and his white T-shirt was wet with sweat.

The yellow-haired boy had an embarrassed smile on his face: "It's still a bit expensive, let me think about it again."

The landlord's face with the yellow-haired boy behind his back was expressionless, and he happened to be facing Fu Jiang.

Dong also noticed Fu Jiang's existence and glanced at him.

Turning around: "If you don't believe it, it's the same when you go to other places."

Fu Jiang couldn't see the expression on his face, but only saw his hands waving, as if chasing flies.

The yellow-haired boy scratched the hair that was clinging to his scalp because of sweat, lowered his head and sighed, and finally went downstairs with a suitcase in disgrace.

"Student, did you rest well last night?" After the yellow-haired boy left, the landlord turned to greet him with a smile on his face.

Fu Jiang nodded.

"Are you going out? Have you eaten anything in the morning?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his eyes to meet the landlord's.

"Looks like you haven't eaten. Would you like me to make you a cup of coffee so that you can refresh yourself in the morning?"

"Ok."

The landlord poured some from a large bottle of espresso onto a disposable paper cup, which was about half full, and finally added boiling water to it.

Fu Jiang took the coffee with both hands and thanked him softly.

White smoke slowly rises from the disposable paper cup, and the smell of inferior coffee essence fills the nostrils, which is not pleasant.

Fu Jiang took a small sip along the paper cup, and his crimson lips pressed against the wall of the cup.

The landlord stared at him without blinking, and his eyes fell on his porcelain white as snow side face, or that soft and powdery lips.

Fu Jiang felt the gaze, his black pupils turned, and met the landlord's gaze, his eyes revealed innocent confusion. The small mouthful of coffee swallowed into the esophagus caused the small and delicate Adam's apple to roll up and down.

The landlord came over suddenly, and brushed the corners of Fu Jiang's lips with his fingers, causing his fingertips to callus slightly, which also made the soft lips feel the feeling of intense friction. Even if the fingers were removed, the hot feeling remained between the lips.

"Why do you look like a child, your mouth is stained." The smile on the landlord's face deepened, but the shortened distance with Fu Jiang has not changed.

At such a close distance, Fu Jiang can clearly see the smile lines in the corners of the landlord's eyes, but don't look old, it just makes him look more approachable.

Looking carefully at the landlord's facial features are also feminine, somewhat masculine and feminine, so it doesn't look aggressive.

It's just that when he wiped Fu Jiang's lips with his fingertips just now, the strength was surprising. I heard that the landlord had opened a nursery before, so he must have often done heavy work and had great strength.

"Oh, by the way, Uncle Landlord, when I was sleeping at night, I seemed to hear noises on the fourth floor, which made it so noisy that I couldn't sleep well."

That's why he couldn't fall asleep last night.

When he first arrived, the landlord also mentioned to him that the fourth floor was originally a dormitory for girls, but there was an accidental fire, so it was left unoccupied, and because it has not been maintained, the inside looks terrible.

At that time, the landlord even frightened him: "Is Fu Jiang afraid of ghosts? It's probably like a haunted house inside."

At this time, the landlord listened to Fu Jiang's words, and answered Fu Jiang's question casually: "Oh, the above probably has rats running rampant. Rats, you know, are running rampant at night."

Fu Jiang seemed to be nodding in agreement.

Then he asked again: "It seems that there is also a strange smell in the air, like the smell of blood. Where did it come from?"

The landlord's original casual expression changed, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at Fu Jiang: "Oh, that should be the smell of rotten food. The weather is too stuffy and it deteriorates too quickly."

"I don't think I've seen the uncle from 310 either. Has he moved out?"

Speaking of this landlord, he smiled and said, "You are talking about the bastard uncle, he moved out the day before yesterday, so there are new people coming to see the house today."

"Ah."

Fu Jiang put down the disposable paper cup, and before he knew it, the coffee in it was halved. He put it on the table, stood up, and was ready to go out.

When I went downstairs, I just ran into the police officer I met last time.

The police officer was holding a card. After looking at the address written on it, he looked up at the exterior of the examination house. When he saw Fu Jiang, his eyes lit up for a moment.

"Hi, hello." Apparently he also remembered Fu Jiang's unique beauty, and noticed that Fu Jiang seemed to come down from the examination institute, and asked him, "Do you live in the examination institute?

"um, yes."

Then he asked the police officer curiously: "What case are you investigating now? Looks so cool? Are you a murderer?" He asked several questions in succession.

The police officer scratched his head shyly: "I'm just a little patrolman..."

"However, the Examination Institute does make me feel weird." He asked Fu Jiang again, "What do you think of the Examination Institute?"

Fu Jiang moved his lips slightly.

His eyes were like lacquer spots, staring at the police officer's eyes: "Have you ever played script killing?"

"what?"

"A game of puzzles and guessing."

The police officer was confused, what script to kill?

It seemed that the bewilderment in his eyes pleased the beauty, and the young man laughed like a bell.

Finally, he took out a booklet from his backpack, and when the police officer wanted to take it, he retracted it and did not hand it to him.

The boy tilted his head, with a sweet and playful smile on his face: "Mr. Police Officer, do you want to play a script?"

"This is the evidence I found in my room. It was left by a foreign uncle who lived here last time." After speaking, he shook the booklet in his hand.

"If we join the game and we are good friends, I will share my evidence with you."

The police officer opened his mouth to refute the juvenile's childish tricks. Originally, he was here to investigate the missing foreign uncle who lived in the examination house. Plus he was a policeman. Isn't it natural to collect evidence?

But in the end, he looked at the young man helplessly and dotingly, and finally realized that he was a loyal face control, led away by the beauty's words.

Forget it, let's cooperate.

"Okay, I'll join."

But the young man who heard his words did not show a pleased smile, his face was startled, his eyes passed the police officer's shoulders, and fell behind him.The booklet in his hand also shook, then slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

The police officer was a little strange, but he still bent down to pick up the booklet.

When he got up again, he found that Fu Jiang had gone far away, and beside him was an uncle who seemed to be in his 30s. He also had an impression of this uncle. When he was investigating the cat abuse case, he had come to the Eden Examination Institute. I also have a relationship with the landlord.

"Student, what were you chatting with the police just now?"

Fu Jiang lowered his head and kicked the stones under his feet from time to time: "It's nothing."

"Is it really nothing? I seem to see you handing the police something?"

"Ah, I'm going to get on the bus!" Fu Jiang ran to the public stop sign, and a bus had just stopped there. He had no time to say goodbye to the landlord, so he followed the bus briskly, and finally the bus was about to start. Looking at the glass, Fu Jiang waved to the landlord.

The bus was a bit crowded. Fu Jiang stood in the carriage, holding the ring on the bus with his hand, and maintained his body balance when the bus started.

Suddenly, Fu Jiang's body shook violently and almost fell to the ground.

It turned out that a man wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase touched his butt just now, whether it was intentional or not.

"I'm sorry." Behind the metal-rimmed glasses, there was a flash of surprise, as well as imperceptible wretchedness.

He stretched out his hand to Fu Jiang, wanting to give Fu Jiang a hand.

Fu Jiang looked up, but his gaze was fixed on the back of that direction.

The landlady was still standing there, his figure shrunk to about the size of a slap, but his eyes could still be seen falling directly on Fu Jiang's body through the transparent window of the bus, like a cobra waiting for an opportunity.

This reminded Fu Jiang of the scene just now——

While he was talking to the police officer, the landlord stood expressionlessly at the door of the examination house and stared at him.

Like being watched.

In the evening, Fu Jiangfu was writing his homework on the desktop. In the middle of writing, as if he remembered something, he took out a small notebook from under the desktop.

It looks the same as what Fu Jiang gave the police officer this morning.

Open it, and what jumps into your eyes is a long paragraph, covering several pages:

"Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die..."

Hmm, it looks like I gave it to the police officer by mistake.

What is written in that little notebook, it seems to be - a diary I wrote after I came to the Eden Examination Institute.

I don't know if Mr. Police Officer is interested in my last words.

In the silence, Fu Jiang heard a knock on the door.

A young but magnetic voice sounded: "Is the brother who lives in 303 here? I want to borrow the charging cable."

"Chop chop chop—"

"Squeak-"

The door opened, and the young man's gorgeous face was hidden in the shadow behind the door, as if a black and white filter had been added, his hair was like ebony, his eyes were like lacquer, and his skin was better than snow. Black and white are the most simple and gorgeous.

Outside the door was the yellow-haired boy he had seen in the morning, with single eyelids, a high nose bridge, thin lips, a pointed chin, and wheat-colored skin.

Judging from the combination of facial features, he is also a handsome guy with good looks and personality.

When the yellow hair saw Fu Jiang, his mouth opened wide in surprise.

Then Fu Jiang stuffed the charging cable into his hand.

The yellow hair reacted, and was a little embarrassed: "Ah... I'm sorry, I didn't expect my brother to be so good-looking. I was surprised. He doesn't look like someone who would live here at all. At least he is a nobleman. He looks very handsome. It's expensive."

Fu Jiang pursed his lips and shook his head shyly.

"Sorry to bother you, thank you brother for the charging cable."

"Ah."

"Next time we have a chance, let's have a beer together!"

The door closed again.

Tomie looked up at the ceiling, which was covered with nets and looked dirty.

The noise upstairs began again.

It seemed to be footsteps, and it seemed to be dragging something, but there was no squeaking sound like a mouse.

Strange coincides with his most recent night's dream.

Could someone be committing murder on it?For example, they are dragging the corpse, preparing for the final finishing touch - destroying the corpse.

Or simply for the pleasure of torturing their prey, smashing it to its bones and dragging it around.

A violent sound like a metal object falling to the ground came from overhead.

Fu Jiang found a flashlight from his backpack.

"Squeak—" The door opened and he went out.

What will happen on the fourth floor?Thinking of this, Fu Jiang raised the corners of his lips.

Stepping up the steps step by step, he pushed open the door on the fourth floor.