The beauty of the fishing department is a god in the love variety show

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Of course, this didn't come from Barton's concern. His face was full of scrutiny, as if the better Song An slept, the happier he would be.

Song An chuckled, staring at his pupils thoughtfully, remembering the way the doctor stared at his back.

"It's not bad, no task is easy. It looks like you're not bad, at least compared to She Chen, you're enviably comfortable."

Barton was happy with his ignorant appearance, but couldn't help but want to break his calm. Seeing Song An panicking, it was probably also a rare pleasure.

"Of course it's easy, because I didn't go at all."

really……

Song An guessed Barton's method as if enlightened. He must have obtained some props and transferred his own number to him.

This kind of props must be very precious, and with Barton's points at this time, he will definitely not be able to get it, so... he can only get it from others.

Thinking of his overturned car, Song An's eyes turned cold, and he really did everything he could.

Seeing Song An's smile disappear, Barton became more and more excited.The originally fair face was stained with joyful rosiness, and the light in the eyes was almost overflowing with crazy pleasure.

"You said, She Chen has already become like this, what would happen to you who didn't participate in the game?"

He stared at Song An's face for a moment, trying to see fear from his face.

However, the reality let him down.Song An was still calm, and even after a short period of coldness, he put on a soft smile and looked at him with an uncomfortable pity.

Pity, what is he pitying himself for?

Song An spread his hands, as if he didn't understand anything, and said innocently: "Why do I want to participate in the game, I am not the one who got the number."

Barton didn't believe that he was so stupid, and he still couldn't figure it out.He couldn't help but sneer, and felt that Song An, who refused to admit it, was not interesting.

"Because, I changed your number with mine. So, the person who will participate in the game last night is you, understand?!"

Song An was not afraid, and even raised his eyebrows leisurely: "Are you sure?"

Barton narrowed his eyes, what did he mean.He sure, sure, and sure.

But seeing Song An's relaxed appearance, he felt nervous again.

Impossible, the superior has explained to him that no matter how powerful the other party has props, this exchange cannot be eliminated.

"Of course, stop pretending here, it's better to think about how to escape the next death threat."

After finishing speaking, Barton didn't want to stay for another second, so he gave Song An a sideways look, and left in a hurry.

Song An smiled lightly and shook his head, so unconfident...

She Chen hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind after the confrontation between the two.

"Song An, if you can help me survive the death threat this time, in exchange, I will kill Barton for you."

oh?Song An finally became interested, and it seemed that She Chen was going to spend a lot of money this time.

After lunch, everyone except Song An returned to the dormitory.

Barton sat on the short and narrow dormitory bed, and for some reason, his heart was beating a little chaotically.

He was sure that it was impossible for Song An to get it back, and the props disappeared without a trace, so they would never be discovered.

But after talking with Song An, this kind of confidence disappeared. For a while, he could only wait anxiously for the final result like a trapped animal.

Maybe it was just scaring himself, maybe it was Song An's last struggle.

Right, that is it!

After doing a round of psychological construction for himself, Barton barely controlled his emotions, and lay down on the bed with some disgust.

The cold quilt wrapped around his body could not bring him a trace of comforting heat, coupled with the damp smell emanating from it, it was simply disgusting.

Just as he was adjusting his posture, his fingers suddenly touched something, slippery and sticky, like fish salvaged from the deep sea, cold and sticky.

Barton suddenly jumped up from the bed, threw off the quilt with a slam, and looked at the squid doll who appeared on the bed at some point while panting.

The whole body of the doll was black, in a long and thin strip, about as long as the index finger of an adult man, with a pair of pale white eyes, staring at him firmly.

Barton clenched his fists, when was this thing placed on his bed!

He hates fish very much, not only because of the smooth and wet scales, but also because the eyes of fish are always empty and lifeless, just looking at it makes people sick.

Barton stared at the doll warily, but 10 minutes passed.The doll didn't change much, it was still lying there quietly, looking at him with dead fish eyes.

He frowned, took out a tissue and pinched it in his hand, picked up the doll with two fingers, and threw it directly into the trash can at the door.When I planned to wait for class, I took the garbage out and threw it away.

He patted the quilt, suppressed the discomfort, lay back down again, and closed his eyes irritably.

After about ten minutes, he changed his position and planned to continue sleeping, but bumped into that cold and slippery thing again.

Barton opened his eyes instantly, just in time to meet the squid doll's dull eyes.

His heartbeat stopped instantly, and then accelerated crazily, almost shattering his eardrums.

This time, he can be sure that he is definitely being targeted by something.

Barton swallowed, feeling very nervous.

Is it true that as Song An said, they never exchanged at all, so he is the one facing death threat now?

But this didn't scare Barton. He quickly calmed down and planned to take out props to deal with the situation in front of him.

He is sure, with many high-level props on his shoulders, how can he not even break this small predicament?That's ridiculous.

However, soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because his point mall was locked, and all the props were grayed out and couldn't be used at all.

Barton's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he kept pointing at the props, hoping that it was just his illusion.

But the reality gave him a slap in the face. After a few seconds of tossing, his entire back was covered with sweat, but the props were still tightly locked.

How could this be? !

Barton was in a turmoil and couldn't figure it out at all. It seemed that everything had become out of control since he met Song An.

He didn't dare to stay, he quickly jumped up from the bed and rushed to the door to find Song An.

However, the door was clearly unlocked, but it couldn't be opened no matter what.

At this moment, he felt a pain in the back of his neck, as if being cut by a knife.Stretching out his hand to touch it, he actually felt a wound on the bulge of his cervical spine.

He was a little panicked, and touched down with trembling hands, only to find that the wound had spread to his back and continued to stretch down.

No, no, no, he shook his head desperately, turned away his hands, trying to hold down the ever-spreading wound.

But it was useless, and he, who had no props, was powerless to resist this weird phenomenon at this time.

Soon, Barton fell down in pain, twisting his body like a dried up fish.

His skin was pulled off little by little, leaving only a pile of bloody flesh, and he stared at the door unwillingly.

Song An, damn it...

And Song An, who was missed by him so much, was not having a good time at this time.He was flipping through the doctor's medical records, which did record Chen Xiaoxiao's injury, but it was only a few words.

"Slight scars on the calf, tied-up congestion."

"Bleeding nails."

"There are a few strangle marks on the neck."

None of them were serious injuries, so Jian Yan just took a look at them, prescribed some medicine, and it was over.

Song An endured the huge oppression from behind, yes, Jian Yan just put his hands on the back of the chair, leaned down condescendingly to trap him in it, and pondered over the information.

He didn't think Jian Yan would protect those school bullies, so these records were true.Chen Xiaoxiao's injuries were not serious, but such subtle insults did a huge damage to her heart.

And what about her death?Is there any secret?

"You are here, what are you thinking?"

Jian Yan really likes the way Song An is contemplating, just like the rigid lily in the picture, suddenly becomes alive.

Those pitch-black eyes obviously didn't look at him, but they were deeply like black holes in the universe, attracting him to constantly want to explore.

What is he thinking?What is he trying to do?

I really want to control his every thought and every action, so that maybe I can dispel my surging curiosity.

Song An took out his mobile phone and took pictures of Chen Xiaoxiao's medical records, planning to think about it later.

Hearing Jian Yan's culture, he raised his head and glanced at him: "I'm thinking about Chen Xiaoxiao's death."

Jian Yan doesn't like to hear other people's names from his mouth, especially this person almost occupies the mind of Song Security Department.

His fingers touched Song An's eyes involuntarily, and he exerted a slight force with his fingertips, as if he wanted to gouge out his eyeballs.

Song An was not afraid, nor did he dodge, but when he couldn't bear it, he blinked his eyes slightly.

"You are like this, I am very uncomfortable."

He stared at Jian Yan, and said lightly, the corners of his eyes were a little red because of the discomfort, he looked as if he had cried, revealing the sad beauty of being abused.

Yes, look at him that way.

When those gazes finally focused on him, the tyranny in Jian Yan's heart dissipated slightly, looking at the other's pitiful and slapped eyes, he felt a little distressed.

He lowered his head, wanting to kiss those beautiful eyes and soothe the wound he had ravaged.

Unfortunately, this kiss couldn't be reached at all, because he was stopped by Song An's hand.

"Doctor, isn't it too presumptuous for you to do this?"

Song An put his hand against Jian Yan's lips, his eyes were still cold, like a sea that could not be ignited by the setting sun at all.

Jian Yan stopped only ten centimeters away from him, his cold lips touched Song An's warm palm, and he felt the warmth of that skin, like ants, burrowing numbly into the place where the two touched.

He could even smell the scent of soap on Song An's hands, which was as clear as himself.

Obviously Song An just washed his hands casually with the soap in the infirmary, but why is the smell so attractive that he can't stop?

What made him tremble even more was that those beautiful and indifferent eyes rejected his movements without any fluctuations, making his heart clenched into a ball.

The flowers, which can be picked off, crushed, and rotten with one hand, are now high above, as if they are on the top of a snow-capped mountain, carrying a sacred and inviolable holiness.

He was like the worshiper with ulterior motives, who was in a state of confusion when the other party approached, but also allowed the darkness in his heart to spread, trying to pull the god down from the altar.