The world wants to kill the host

The early morning should have been full of vigor and the sound of books, but today it is only full of fear and haze.

"The whole dormitory knew about this incident, why didn't anyone block the good news?!"

"Principal Liu, how to deal with this matter? Zhang Meng's parents have been notified, and now the whole city is almost full of uproar, and the police station is still investigating."

"Whether it's school violence or depression and bullying, once the higher-ups track it down, the reputation of the school will be ruined!"

"How could he die so badly..."

"Principal Liu, Director Xu, the child's parents have already arrived at the school and are outside now." The dean knocked on the door and said worriedly as he watched the two arguing endlessly.

"Tell them to come in." Principal Liu sighed: "Director Xu stay, everyone else go out, oh, and this classmate, you stay too." He pointed to Qiao Luo and said.

After a while, two haggard middle-aged couples walked in. Their eyes were red and bloodshot, as if they had aged overnight.

"Mr. Zhang, Ms. Huang, please sit down." The principal said, pointing to a seat next to him.

"Where is our Zhang Meng?" Mr. Zhang asked stiffly.

Principal Liu looked embarrassed: "He has been sent to the hospital for examination."

He took a moment to say the word.

Anatomy, too cruel for the parents.

"What did the doctor say... What about the police, how do they decide the case?"

Principal Liu wiped off his sweat: "The police have judged it to be a suicide."

This sentence was like a fuse, instantly igniting the woman.

"What are you kidding?! Our Mengmeng is so obedient! How could it be suicide!" the woman covered her face and cried.

"Didn't you see that Mengmeng's diary said someone was going to kill her!"

"Someone must have killed our Mengmeng!" The woman called out, but was held back by her husband: "She is such a lovely child, how could..." The woman sobbed softly: "She shouldn't have died..."

With so many people in the school, she shouldn't have died first...

Qiao Luo raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

When the principal and teacher comforted her, the woman suddenly looked at Qiao Luo beside her, with an angry expression on her face: "It's you!!?"

Qiao Luo was puzzled: "You know me?"

The woman's face twisted: "I know you, of course I know you!"

"You look exactly like that woman!"

"It's you! You were the last one to see Mengmeng! You must have killed her! You bitch!"

Such rude language made the teacher and principal beside him frown. After all, they are also students of their own school. Teacher Xu was about to say something but was stopped by the principal's eyes.

The man couldn't stand it anymore, he held the woman dissatisfied, and growled: "Stop talking! Qiuyu! Do you know what you are doing?!"

The woman burst into tears.

"I'm very sorry for the trouble you have caused." The man rubbed his brows, as if he had been exhausted for a long time.

"We are very sorry about this." Teacher Xu wriggled his lips, but could barely utter these words.

She has no children, and she doesn't know the pain of losing her own flesh and blood, but this is three years with their class.

She watched the man hugging his wife, nodded silently, and walked out of the teaching building.

"Student Qiao Luo... and the police asked you to take a record." Teacher Xu looked at the black-haired girl standing behind the bookshelf, and said with a little anxiety: "According to the procedure, we need to take you to see the psychological Doctor, of course - just making sure you don't leave any bad images behind."

The young teacher seemed to think of that scene again, and her face turned pale for a moment. She didn't see it clearly, but she had never seen so much blood in her life.

When they rushed to the bathroom, it was almost a pool of blood, and the girl in school uniform was standing there smiling too weirdly, weirdly and terrifyingly.

She looked at the girl, fearing that the black-haired girl might react with extreme disgust, but Qiao Luo just nodded calmly, not seeming surprised by it.

……

When Qiao Luo looked at the almost identical arrangement in front of him again, he looked at the young man in a white coat in front of him.

The eyes behind the black frame seemed to stare out a flower on his face.

The young doctor opened the chair and sat opposite the girl, looking at her with a half-smile.

"Why? Keep staring at me like this. I'm not very handsome. You must know that the celebrities you little girls are chasing are much more handsome than me."

Qiao Luo looked at him blankly, as if he was looking at a strange toy.

"As a psychiatrist," Qiao Luo showed the same expression as him: "You are too young."

He raised his eyebrows, crossed his hands and asked curiously: "Then what do you think is normal?"

"30-40 psychologists are usually the most convincing, and you should look like an intern at your age."

"I don't like you very much." Qiao Luo said expressionlessly.

She raised her head, she didn't seem to care about this strange man at all, with a casual expression, she looked at the business card in front of the doctor.

"Doctor Nie Zhuoyun, can we stop talking nonsense?" Qiao Luo looked at him.

"Of course." Nie Zhuoyun showed a perfect smile: "You like drawing, don't you?"

"I don't like it." Qiao Luo said, looking uncooperative at all, but he didn't care.

"Then please help me draw a picture." He showed a gentle smile: "You can also be used as a test question."

He handed over the drawing paper and pencil, smiled and said, "Draw the interesting things you see in this room."

"Anything is fine."

Qiao Luo took the paper blankly, glanced at him and turned his head away.

She didn't look up for the next time, and everything about you in the kitchen has been copied in her mind like a picture.Dr. Nie looked at the girl with a puzzled expression.

The hour hand in the room quickly turned a small interval, and the moment the minute hand coincided with the hour hand, the girl handed him the contents inside.

The man didn't look at it immediately, he pressed the paper on the table, but stared at Qiao Luo.

"Let me guess, you're drawing me."

Qiao Luo was expressionless, and then showed a gentle smile like water.

"Wrong answer, dear."

Dr. Nie raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised by Qiao Luo's words: "As a middle school student, you shouldn't call me dear, miss, if your dean hears this, I won't be able to eat it." Walk away."

He flipped open the painting, smiling softer on his face.

Rough background, but not bad at all, rough him, and a woman holding an umbrella.

The woman showed resentment and fear at him.

He looked to his side, it was a red umbrella as bright as blood.

"Soul in the Umbrella." The man showed an unimaginable smile, and said jokingly: "Little Qiao Luo, you will be paranoid in other clinics."

"It doesn't matter, you won't do it anyway." Qiao Luo smiled.

It wasn't hard to see that she had suddenly relaxed.

Because Qiao Luo has already made up his mind.

"Do me a favor." Qiao Luo said, "Kill that murderer, and I'll give you 1000 million."

"Where did you get 1000 million as an orphan?" The man laughed.

Qiao Luo looked at him with his chin propped up.

After three seconds.

"Ding——" the man's cell phone rang suddenly, he turned on the cell phone, and received money from the People's Bank of China.

1000 million, no more, no less.Doctor Nie's smile became dangerous.

He looked at the girl with a slightly scary expression.

"With money in hand, there is no reason not to help." He smiled as warmly as jade.

"But there is still one condition." Nie Zhuoyun touched the cold skeleton of the red umbrella: "That man's soul belongs to me."

"Okay." Qiao Luo said casually.