It's hell, my lord

"If you don't think you're bad, it doesn't mean that you'll let you destroy the world. If you really think that way, I'll lock you up in a small dark room." Zhu Xingchen added, afraid that He Xian would really want to go against him if he was led by his words. It's a world.

He Xian squinted his eyes, didn't know where to put his hands and picked up flowers, and said after a long time, "Is what you just... said true? In the teaching building..."

Zhu Xingchen propped up his body with his right hand, and passed He Xian's face with his left hand. This time, it was no longer a simple temptation, but an aggressive biting, and he kissed He Xian all over the place.Zhu Xingchen didn't grasp this measure, and almost suffocated the kiss.

"Do you think I'm lying to you?" Zhu Xingchen finally stopped, rubbed his hair, and forcibly messed up his soft short hair.

He Xian hadn't recovered from his kiss: "Like. We've only known each other for a short time, so no matter what..."

Zhu Xingchen's hands paused, and he squeezed He Xian's fleshless face: "You look so good-looking, it's reasonable to fall in love at first sight, right?"

"It's not reasonable, don't move." He Xian patted his hand away, and then thought that this person not only moved his hands, but also moved his mouth. For a while, the first time you see a good-looking one, you must want to fall in love with him, how can you fall in love with this kind of..."

"Things are forcing." Zhu Xingchen said "tsk": "Don't fall in love at first sight, then let's be more realistic, let's make love for a long time. Come on, if you still don't believe it, let's practice this 'day' now Can you be in love?"

He Xian's earlobe was slightly red, he was at a loss for words, he didn't know what words to use to describe this person, so he could only say a tepid sentence: "Get lost."

Zhu Xingchen was quite satisfied with his sullenness, and did not harm the white flowers on the table: "After I came back from my father's house, I saw the lights on in the whole neighborhood downstairs, but our house, of course——the weirdness of this neighborhood , I’ll talk about it later. I couldn’t find you when I got home, so I went to your house.”

Zhu Xingchen directly omitted "why did he go to his house" and "how did he get there".

He Xian is not stupid, he directly sorted out the 'most important' information: "You go to my house if you can't find me? How do you know where my house is?"

"Peace talisman, the peace talisman I drew on you at that time." Zhu Xingchen will repeat everything he encountered in his house, what was beaten to death by "his grandma and father" and finally asked Xiaoha to save the scene, these plots Everything was deleted and tampered with privately to become the story of him single-handedly destroying a house of puppets.

Zhu Xingchen: "So this thing is probably not what you imagined, it does not belong to your 'nightmare', nor does it originate from your heart. It is the person behind it, who may be the mastermind of all this, who created from."

He Xian looked at him expressionlessly: "You don't need to find a reason to comfort me, and I don't think there is anything wrong with me." He Xian successfully infected Zhu Xingchen's skinless and shameless nonsense.Before Zhu Xingchen could say anything, Bi Fei, He Xian's roommate, pushed the door open and saw the two people facing each other on the coffee table: "He Xian, are you relative?"

"No, I'm him..." Zhu Xingchen rushed to answer.

He Xian gave him a glance: "A friend is just an ordinary friend."

Bi Fei didn't see the special atmosphere between them, so he found a pair of little yellow duck plastic slippers to put on.Zhu Xingchen was amused by the words he wanted to cover up.

He Xian whispered: "Laughing fart, the taste is as bad as yours."

Zhu Xingchen didn't feel the excitement of finding someone of the same kind. The more he looked at Bi Fei, the more he disliked him. Finally, he said in a deep voice, "What do you think he looks like?"

"It's okay." He Xian replied casually.

"It's okay..." Zhu Xingchen repeated this sentence in his heart and smacked it several times, and then looked at Bi Fei's pretty face. When he thought that He Xian had been in the same room with this person for so long, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart. taste.

He Xian's cell phone on the table vibrated suddenly. He thought it was the call from the dormitory aunt, and it should be a student's problem, so he answered it condescendingly: "Hello?"

"Is it Teacher Xiao He? Please come to the boys' dormitory."

He Xian was startled by her restless voice: "What's wrong?"

The scene over there was obviously a bit chaotic, and the voices were very noisy: "You all go back to your dormitory, don't join in the fun...Don't ask, come quickly, it's best to bring a few more people."

He Xian stood up, and Bi Fei, who had just sat on the sofa, hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" He Xian was also confused, and just said, "I don't know that you will go to the boys' dormitory with me."

Of course, Zhu Xingchen couldn't let the two of them have any chance to get along alone: ​​"I'll go too."

He Xian didn't say anything, and walked in front of them.The accident happened in Room 3 on the 302rd floor. When He Xian entered, he only saw glass shards and blood all over the floor. A boy was leaning against the wall outside the toilet. Several boys had a little knowledge of first aid, and the boy's wound had already been covered with cloth strips. The entanglement was tight, and the blood was barely so exaggerated.The door of the dormitory was surrounded by many boys from the same building who came to see the excitement, but the auntie of the dormitory stopped the door.

"Did you hit 120?" He Xian asked very calmly.

"Yes." Several students replied in unison.

The person involved, Zhou Xiaohui, was breathing in pain. He Xian patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "It's okay, the ambulance is coming soon—where's your head teacher?"

"Teacher Ding went to city A for training, and he won't be back for a while, so we made it our own to ask auntie to call you." The student who accompanied Zhou Xiaohui said: "I also called his parents. He is in the country. It may take more than an hour to come up."

Bi Fei was scared when he saw blood, so he covered his eyes spinelessly and stepped forward: "How could it be like this?"

The students began to talk about it in a hurry, and finally the one who looked a little more stable made the statement.It was said that a boy went to the toilet to wash his hair at noon, and another roommate was talking nonsense with him through a piece of frosted glass. Suddenly, the boy outside heard Zhou Xiaohui say: "It's finished washing", and then he yelled, as if It was the head that hit the glass, and the whole piece of glass fell down.

The boy outside the toilet was clever, and quickly stepped back a few steps, but he didn't get hurt at all.But the one inside was not so lucky, his body was covered with large and small wounds, but luckily he was not fatally wounded, but the glass shards also cut off half of his hamstrings, which looked quite scary.

His eyes moved up a little, and he saw the direction Zhou Xiaohui was pointing at, and his hair stood on end for a while.When the child said this, everyone present, except Zhou Xiaohui, who was in pain so much that he was about to cry, couldn't help but glance at the strange pattern on the white wall in the toilet.

The pattern became clearer and clearer. At the first glance, it was hard to see what was going on, but at the second glance, people could recognize it as a "ghost face", that kind of face with all the five sense organs twisted together, which made people feel creepy.

A few minutes later, Zhou Xiaohui was carried away on a stretcher. He Xian asked Bi Sheng to accompany him, while he sent away other dormitory students who were watching, and squatted in the toilet with Zhu Xingchen to look at the weird "mural".

"What the hell is this?" He Xian looked at it for a long time but couldn't see what was going on, so he had to ask Zhu Xingchen who was thinking about it.

Zhu Xingchen was also at a loss: "I don't know, oh, it might be Leonardo Da Vinci, an old man who appeared. Seeing that the child who washed his hair was destined, he planned to draw an abstract painting for him, but it actually scared the child."

Several students in the dormitory laughed, at least to dilute the dignified atmosphere.He Xian really wanted to pick up a shard of glass and stab Zhu Xingchen's stupid head, but his natural morality did not allow him to do so: "Be serious."

Zhu Xingchen poked the "ghost face" on the wall again, and said solemnly: "Seriously speaking, this kind of matter is out of our control, we should call the police uncle over."

"You don't specialize in this special case?"

Zhu Xingchen shook his head: "The government didn't send me any money. I don't care. It depends on my mood." After he finished speaking, he turned his head and asked, "Brothers, did this pattern suddenly appear today?"

The dormitory aunt came up with a big bucket to sweep up the broken glass, and said before the students: "It happened once before, but it didn't make it clear, and the school didn't take it seriously, so I just bought some white paint. It's clean, I didn't expect it to come out again today, and it's twice as clear as before."

"It's a sin, it must be something unclean, I have to find a master to exorcise the evil, otherwise how can people live in this house?" the dormitory aunt murmured.