Poor little in the Shura field

Whose clothes can withstand being thrown one by one?

Xue Yu's cheeks were red and hot, and her expression was a bit embarrassed. After muttering, she bent her waist in an exaggerated arc, pulled the trash can and tied the bag tightly to prevent the smell from spreading again.

Still a little annoyed, she pursed her lips slightly: "When I catch it, I, just..."

The system looked hesitant to speak and hesitated to speak, and asked along the way: [Just what? 】

Xue Yu's eyelashes are long, blinking and blinking, there are many ways to get revenge in her mind, and finally said: "I'll stain my clothes too."

system:【? 】

Don't just talk and don't do it.

Xue Yu sat on the bed, and waited until the heat of shame on her face subsided, then found a new coat to wear, put it on, took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Police Officer Xu, roughly talked about the evil spirit, and asked if there was any monitoring What was photographed.

Police officer Xu responded quickly this time, and he might have just sent a text message to me: The surveillance has been artificially sabotaged.

Xue Yu's face turned pale, and her pupils shrank when she saw the text message that popped up immediately after her.

Officer Xu: It seems that there was another murder case last night.

……

Time pulled back to last night.

The lights in the security room were on, and the torrential rain was still pouring down. Dark clouds gathered, and the lightning suddenly lit up the ground.

Since the murder case, the school leaders have asked the staff to take turns to be on duty during the day and night, and Lao Zhang is on duty tonight.

Wearing glasses with crooked temples, I occasionally put my fingers on my tongue to dip it, and then rubbed the newspaper that was stuck together. I was afraid that I would be hungry at night, so I soaked instant noodles and pressed it with a book.

Reading the newspaper in the noodle incense, the time passes quickly.

In fact, the original on-duty person for tonight was not Lao Zhang, but Lao Zhang had won the spot due to overtime pay.

Lao Zhang and his wife's wedding anniversary will be half a month away. After thinking about it, he was short of money, so he took a job. It is said that this year is also a lucky one. With only a few years of experience in security in department stores, he can Able to work in a school.

Not only leisure, but also high wages, I don't know how many people envy the luck.

"Let's see, it's almost time, it's time to meet..."

Muttering, Lao Zhang glanced at the clock on the wall, put down the newspaper, and removed the book that was pressing the top of the barrel.

With no heavy objects to press, the layer of aluminum foil was rolled up, and the hot mist overflowed from the cracks with the aroma. I stirred the seasoning soup with a fork, and swallowed: "It's still a little hard, let's soak it for a while." .”

Enduring hunger, he resealed the cover, checked that there were no leaks before picking up the newspaper, his eyes flicked back and forth on the paper, and before he could find the place he was looking at, he heard a loud bang in his ear—boom!

The windows were closed tightly, the incoming thunder was deafening, and the wind blew the curtains flying around. Lao Zhang was so frightened that he shook his arm and knocked down the stainless steel cup on the table with his elbow.

The cup grazed the ground and spun around, the sound was magnified countless times in the silent night, and it seemed a little creepy.

Lao Zhang shrank his head, as if he just realized that there was no one in the dark outside, but after all, he had the heart of a security guard, and while bending down to pick up the cup, he cursed boldly: "Mom! Yes, I was scared to death."

As soon as he scolded like this, the uneasy feeling dissipated a little.

When I was still in a department store in the early years, my waist was injured because of catching thieves. Whenever there was an action that involved the muscles of the waist, the flesh began to hurt both inside and outside.

Old Zhang supported his waist, leaned over to eat, picked up the cup, and sighed: "Oh, I have to apply ointment when I go back..."

He leaned against the bone and squeezed the flesh of his waist twice, straightened up and put the cup back to its original position, his face grinned, and after a few howls, he suddenly saw a black shadow on the newspaper.

strangeness……

Did you just have it?

Looking at the black shadow for two seconds, Lao Zhang seemed to be aware of it, very slowly

Gradually, raise your eyes little by little.

At some point, there were more people by the window, lying on the glass like an earthworm, those protruding eyes were opened wide, and they were naturally red and bloodshot, with a snicker, staring straight at it.

At that moment, Lao Zhang's body was covered with white sweat, and his scalp was tightened.

"Uncle Zhang." The other party spoke, with a rustling voice, as if countless rough gravel were grinding in the throat.

"Oh, oh," Lao Zhang's eyes were salty, and he felt the stinging pain in his eyeballs, only to realize that sweat was pouring into them, he hurriedly wiped his forehead, forced an ugly smile, and pretended to be relaxed, "So it is. "

"Why is it still hanging outside so late? It's raining."

The other party rolled his eyes and squeezed his gaze in through the crack of the window. He looked at the locked door for a while, like a snake spit out a letter, stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his lower lip, and asked irrelevantly: "Uncle Zhang, I'm a little It's cold, can you come in and sit down?"

The corners of Lao Zhang's eyes twitched violently.

Looking at those silent black pupils, I felt lifeless, and somehow didn't want to let people in, and said haha: "I don't have any heating inside, I'd better go back and take a hot bath and change clothes."

bang.

bang.

He put his hand in the crack of the window and pushed it to the other side, because the window was a little rusty, and it made a toothache sound when it slid, and repeated indifferently amidst the clanging sound.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm a bit cold, can I go in and sit down?"

Old Zhang raised his eyebrows, feeling weird, and surprisingly angry. After working for more than ten years, even the old principal is kind to him. Stand up and pull the window: "I told you to go back!"

In order to act as a deterrent, it used a lot of force.

He also used the thinking of a normal person to measure the other party, thinking that the other party would shrink his hands in fright at the momentum of the window, but the other party did not, until now he was still holding the window, and the arm was pinched out of liver color, which looked terrifying.

"... Don't blame me!"

"It's okay, I insisted on coming in, and I made mistakes first." Lao Zhang thought the other party would say something, but the other party still didn't.

He just kept his dark eyes open, and his hands didn't move, as if he couldn't feel any pain.

Still using that strange tone, saying it over and over again.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm a bit cold, can I go in and sit down?"

"Uncle Zhang..."

Only then did Lao Zhang feel that something was wrong.

His hands were a little limp, and he was sweating profusely. He held on and said, "How can people say no! I'm covered in water. If I come in and break something, I'll have to pay for it! Hurry up and leave!"

"Uncle Zhang, I'm really cold, I'm coming in..."

Lao Zhang still wanted to sternly reprimand him, but in the next second, his whole body limp on the chair.

He watched in horror as the other party stepped on the window sill and jumped up, holding a handful of extremely long things in his right hand. Under the moonlight, there was a shocking light... Lao Zhang recognized what it was, and he often saw it in the vegetable market. Every stall owner who sells pork has it.

Cleaver.

...is a murderer!

Thoughts skipped through my head almost immediately.

But how could it be.

Old Zhang's hair was about to stand on end.

But after only being shocked by the identity of the murderer for a few seconds, he began to worry about his own life.

To put it bluntly, the security guard who is just in charge of miscellaneous affairs can catch thieves at most, so how can he get everywhere from the murderer with the knife.

In a blink of an eye, the murderer jumped down, not in a hurry to do anything, but focused his attention on the bucket of instant noodles, rubbed his belly, as if he wanted to eat it.

In the small security room, nothing happened yet, and it seemed that it was about to happen.

From the corner of his eyes, Lao Zhang looked at the knife that could chop bones and minced meat, his mouth trembled nervously.

Zhi told others to run away immediately, but there was another cowardly

Incompetent emotions tied him to the seat, his neck wanted to twist, but couldn't, so it creaked.

Hoho panting heavily, bloodshot eyes overflowed, thick veins like maggots burst out of the neck, and sweat dripped free from forehead, eyes, cheeks, and chin.

After sitting stiffly on the stool for a while, he finally collapsed, fell off the chair, and crawled desperately on the ground, wailing miserable and fearful.

It seemed that after a while, the murderer noticed, turned around slowly, and paced behind.

Lao Zhang crawled on the ground with both hands and feet, and his elbows were broken, but he couldn't stop the faster and faster speed. The security room was not big, so he crawled to the door in a short time, and his eyes were full of hope.

The hand stretched tremblingly, and the moment it was about to touch the door lock, like an animal being strangled, its mouth opened wide and its pupils shrunk to the thinnest.

Old Zhang breathed hoo hoo, and the next moment, he screamed miserably: "Ahhhhhh!"

ten minutes later.

The murderer put down the bone machete, opened the black body bag, seemed to be in a happy mood, hummed a song, picked up the fresh pieces on the ground, looked at them like picking pork, and put them into the bag piece by piece.

……

Surveillance was destroyed, there was only a puddle of blood in the security room, but the body could not be found. All these incidents added up, and the police were busy again.

Because of the tense situation, Xue Yu didn't have the heart to ask Lu Dou to eat in the morning.

Walking on the path to the classroom, he absent-mindedly murmured to the system: "I don't understand the law of killing evil spirits."

Xue Yu recalled all the people killed by the evil spirits after they came to Wenzhou City. The victims included men and women, old and young, some from powerful families, and some from impoverished families. They couldn't find any similarities at all.

The system said: [Wait for Police Officer Xu to send the information. 】

[The similarities are not necessarily limited to gender, age and family background, it may also be where you have been, or you have the same things and the same goal. 】

Xue Yu blinked her eyes.

Originally just complaining casually, I didn't expect the system to agree, and even said something that was obviously a reminder, and pursed her lips as if flattered, Xue Yu tentatively asked: "Will you not get an electric shock or something if you go through the back door?"

system:【……】

The mechanical voice, which has always been flat, sounded a bit stiff at this moment: 【Zhou Sheng is in front of you. 】

Xue Yu was taken aback, but was distracted unexpectedly.

Under the tree not far away, Zhou Sheng was holding a huge black plastic bag in his right hand, looking down at the thin boy indifferently.

He looked extraordinarily calm, but the boy was on the contrary, trembling, his thin face was washed with cold sweat, and he stood there like a dead end.

Not to mention other people, even if Xue Yu's ten fingers do not touch Yang Chunshui to push, they may not be able to stand up.

Xue Yu quietly walked two steps closer, wondering what they were talking about.

Before the knot was tied, he was caught by Zhou Sheng who turned around.

Xue Yu pinched her fingers in embarrassment, and said dryly: "I'm passing by."

His hair was soft, and his cheeks were also soft. Because of guilty conscience, he lowered his head halfway, revealing a clean and slender nape of the neck. When he leaned over to smell it, he could still smell a fragrance. Zhou Sheng looked at it silently, without saying a word.

Xue Yu was even more embarrassed, she didn't know what to say, and was about to leave as she wanted, when she raised her eyes, she saw the boy winking wildly.

——Something is wrong!The security guard died last night and couldn't find the body. Now he is walking around with a plastic bag. The inside is still bulging like meat. I think there is something wrong!

——I told him to open it to have a look, but he refused no matter what, as if he wanted to kill me if he said too much!

Xue Yu asked suspiciously, "Huh?"

The boy continued to twitch his eyes, expressing panic.

——The murderer is not far away, otherwise why don't you even look at it, you must be afraid of being found guilty!

"..."

Xue Yuwan

Unable to comprehend the meaning, but also felt awkward winking, in order to prevent the atmosphere from being so strange, he looked at Zhou Sheng's bag and said without looking, "What's in it? It looks heavy."

The boy almost rolled his eyes and passed out.

Xue Yu was looking up and missed the fainting expression, her face was like a white peony root, her tone was soft like a coquettish unconscious, Zhou Sheng looked at it for a while, then lowered his head, and opened the bag to show it.

Boy: "???"

As soon as the bag was opened, a smell of meat came over the face, Xue Yu poked her head over, saw the piles of fresh pork piled up one after another, and could also see the quarantine stamp on the skin, stunned, and asked in a low voice: "Where did you get it?" pork?"

Zhou Sheng said with no exception: "The ones brought in from outside should be taken to the cafeteria."

Xue Yu closed her mouth and pursed her lips: "...Oh."

While we were talking, the boy ran away early and disappeared, Xue Yu didn't know what to say, so he didn't just leave, just stood there biting his mouth.

After a while, he would do a lot of things to his own mouth, either sipping or biting, which would always make the two flaps of flesh bulge, with a bloody red color, but his face is pure, so it will give people a strong impact.

Zhou Sheng tied the plastic bag with his slender and strong hand, lifted his eyelids, and his gaze swept across Xue Yu's face, without any warning, he suddenly demanded: "I let you see it, do you want me to see it too?" look."

"what?"

Xue Yu didn't expect to see the plastic bags to be exchanged fairly, thinking that it was over just now.

But after all it is asking first, even for trivial things, asking, "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Sheng lowered his eyes, his eyes moved from Xue Yu's delicate jaw line to the clean collar, looked at the white neck, and recalled the scene when Xue Yu probed over to look at the plastic bag, the collar fell down.

Powder, small grain, suck.

Exactly the same as I thought.

Zhou Sheng and Xue Yu looked at each other, there was not even a hint of obscenity in their tone, and there was even a bit of seriousness in their tone.

"Look inside."

Xue Yu: "?"