Guilty Records

Snow Stuart thought that Lin Fu might be looking forward to his arrival in the warm classroom, and he was so happy that he couldn't help walking a lot more briskly.

Lin Su always has a special charm that attracts him. The fresh and elegant qualities of a young man are completely different from the superficial power and vanity of his peers around him.Perhaps what attracted him was Tang Zhibai's calmness that was neither flashy nor jealous, Snow Stuart thought so.

Of course, it would be better if the damn kid wasn't there.

It was raining heavily outside, and the cleaning staff closed all the windows of the castle before leaving, and Snow's polished leather shoes echoed in the empty old corridor.

The door of the piano classroom was open, and the wooden floor of the corridor was cast from the corner of my eye, as if welcoming someone, Snow smiled and walked forward excitedly.

But as soon as he walked to the door of the classroom, the kerosene lamp inside suddenly went out.

The huge space fell into a line, plunged into darkness, and I couldn't see anything in the dark.Snow froze in an instant, and the strange change froze him in place, his body motionless.

The cool wind blew over his neck, as if there was something standing behind him, Snow was startled suddenly.

He didn't notice it when he went upstairs, and he suddenly remembered that today's piano classroom is full of weirdness, the door is open, and even Lin Su's intermittent piano sound can't be heard.

It was eerily quiet in the dark.

From the bottom of his heart, Snow felt that this was not written by Lin Su. He was not the kind of person who could play tricks, but he boldly stepped into the classroom and called out tentatively, "V? Ah Su? Is it you?"

His voice reverberated in the empty classroom, round and round for a long time. It really didn't look like a human being, and the strange way it came back to the ears made people shudder.

The entire classroom was so quiet that only his own breathing could be heard. Snow Stuart stiffened his body and raised goosebumps. People often have a very clear mind and an extremely clumsy body in an emergency moment of nervous tension, not knowing what to do. .

In just one minute, Snow felt as if he had stood for a century, with cold sweat on his back, not knowing what to do. He was not a person who believed in devils, but what happened before him was really weird.

Suddenly, a chuckle sounded next to his ear, and a light gasp like a ghost. In such silence, Snow could hear it clearly, and it seemed particularly abrupt!

As if the evil spirits were close at hand, Snow Stuart's last string called reason was finally torn!He screamed frantically, and wanted to run out as soon as he raised his legs!

Born in the Stuart family, Snow still had a good sense of crisis. At least the moment he stepped into the classroom, he cautiously left his other foot outside the door.

But he didn't expect that the next second!The door slammed hard!

Snow Stuart's outstretched ankle was smashed to pieces, he let out a miserable cry, and quickly withdrew his right foot.

After retracting his feet, the door slowly closed with a 'squeak'. Snow held his breath and dared not move. He wanted to step forward to stop him but did not dare. He could only blankly watch the door close by itself, completely locking himself in this place. In a scary classroom.

Snow trembled with fear, Gu Pan didn't know who to turn to for help, and immediately screamed: "Lin Su!"

But how is this possible.

At this moment, the sound of leather shoes 'tapping' came from behind him, as if an adult man was walking towards him from far to near...

Snow's eyes were wide open and he couldn't see clearly, and he was afraid of seeing something clearly, his hair stood on end and his whole body felt cold, muttering in his mouth: My God...

He turned around and tugged at the door frantically, lost all reason, and screamed frantically, "Let me out! Let me out quickly! Help! Jesus, you can't do this to me..."

But the door seemed to be firmly blocked by someone outside, locked and closed, motionless.

Just at this moment, the eerie footsteps stopped suddenly, and Snow also froze, laying down by the door, listening carefully with his ears up.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed, and as soon as the blade fell, Snow grabbed the doorknob, and his bare wrist was slashed fiercely!

"Ah!" Thinking of the pitiful scream, Snow hastily withdrew his hand and tightly covered the wound. He could even feel the liquid gushing out continuously. He knew that he had been fatally wounded. Run in the familiar direction where the piano is played.

Standing by the piano, Snow groped around, trying to find a weapon to give him a sense of security. When he reached out, he touched the kerosene lamp placed on the piano cover. Snow quickly took it and hugged it in his arms, watching vigilantly. All around, all of this is simply grotesque! .

But in the next second, a pair of devilish green eyes appeared under the piano, and another sharp slash!

The blade severed his hamstrings alive!Blood soaked his shoes and socks, and Snow Stuart suddenly lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground with a bang!There was a loud noise of human flesh.The kerosene lamp in his arms also fell to the ground, making the sound of glass breaking.

"Ah! Ah! Help..." Snow roared wildly in despair, the veins on his forehead protruding exaggeratedly, covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were red and moist with bloodshot eyes.He is completely different from the usual gentle and noble young master, now he is just like a distressed prisoner.

Under the stimulus, Snow's body twitched unconsciously on the cold floor, and the madman suddenly remembered that there was a box of matches in his pocket in despair.

The devil is playing with him!

He didn't directly cut off his throat, but the knife was caught off guard. He knew he couldn't escape, and he wanted to see the devil's heart clearly even if he died. His mouth and nose were panting like a cow, and he used his uninjured hand He reached into his coat pocket and fumbled.

He could obviously feel the blood slowly flowing out from the wound, and the body temperature was losing. Snow was lying in a pool of blood, his hands were cold and convulsed.

He grabbed the matchbox and took it out fiercely, pulled out a match tremblingly, and slid it on the blood-stained matchbox. His injured hand was weak, and he rubbed it several times without success.

What was horrifying was that the terrifying sound of footsteps sounded behind him again, and Snow trembled, almost suffocating in fright!

In the end, he gritted his teeth and rubbed his teeth, and finally a ray of sparks ignited on the match, and the whole match suddenly burned, illuminating his now gray face.

The illuminated area was not large, and Snow was so happy that he hurriedly reached out to grab the kerosene lamp, but he didn't expect that the outstretched hand was trampled down by the cold and hard sole, and the broken glass all over the ground also plunged into his palm. Snow was in pain. I had to curl up, and the burning match in my hand fell to the wooden floor.

With the last bit of light, Snow Stuart only saw a pair of large-sized cheap leather shoes appearing in front of him, and finally with the match burnt out, he returned to the darkness again.

Snow's heart was ashamed, and his face looked like an old man who was about to pass away.

The devil let out a chuckle again, the sinful blade flashed, and the wrist that was trampled was cut off neatly.

All the meridians of Snow's limbs were cut off, and he was paralyzed on the ground. He couldn't even call for help, but when he heard the devil's laughter at the same frequency, he felt extremely ironic. Is he really going to die like this today?What's the point?

Unwilling to be reconciled, Snow became courageous in an instant, and with all his strength, he grabbed the man and stepped on his calf, struggled to get up, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Who the hell are you! Who is still a ghost! Why? You want to treat me like this? You'd better be an evil ghost, otherwise my father will make you die ugly and fall into hell forever..."

While roaring, Snow saw a silver light flashing in the demon's hand!Suddenly he closed his eyes in fright, thinking that the devil was about to take his life away!However, he was hit by a refrigerator in the back of the head, and after a sharp pain, he completely lost consciousness, and he fell to the ground again!

The demon held the kerosene lamp in his hand and put it on the piano. He picked up the matchbox on the ground without any haste, and slid over it quietly. A lighted match lightly touched the kerosene wick. Suddenly, the piano classroom that had been dark all of a sudden lights up.

Everything can be seen clearly.

The young devil was wearing a medical mask, covering most of his face, Louis' cold eyes were exposed behind his black hair, and the hair tips were wet from the rain.

He shook the match held between his white gloves, and the flame went out immediately, and a wisp of blue smoke came out from the match head.

Louis looked down. Stuart, who was in shock in a pool of blood, turned his eyes around and locked on his white neck. The bloodlust gradually appeared in the beast-like ruthless eyes. Although he really wanted to do it, the demon in his heart was also clamoring.

But reason told him that now is not the time...

Louis stopped looking at Stuart. In the flickering candlelight, Louis turned his head and saw the blood-stained piano. among the keys.

It was completely polluted.

Louis sized up the piano, frowned, and finally showed some boyish annoyance on his usually cold and determined face.

This is where Bai plays the piano...

Pulling off Stuart's clothes, the boy wiped the piano carefully. The blood was viscous and solidified quite quickly in the cold night. When he found that it was not clean, Louis threw away the clothes in his hands.

unusable……

In the cold bathroom on the first floor of the music building, Louis threw all the changed clothes and shoes into the basin. The boy had already taken off his mask, revealing his delicate and indifferent face, and the coat on his body exuded the chill of a rainy night.

He lit a match, let go slowly, and suddenly a raging fire ignited in the iron basin on the ground, obliterating the evidence of tonight.

Louis didn't take another look, turned and left.

In the dormitory, Tang Zhibai was awakened by a sudden ringing of the phone.

He didn't know how long he had been in a deep sleep, but he knew that when he woke up he was sore and limp. He sat up from the soft bed and found that it was still pitch black outside the window, but the rain had stopped at some point, leaving damp dew all over the ground. .

He shook his head, and found that the pain in his head was gone, and he was no longer groggy. This illness really came and went in a strange way.