Chapter 144: Someone under the bed (9)

The warden Xiao Tong got up to deal with Rong Yi and Leng Miao who came to Lin Yandong in Area G. Jin Cheng was blowing Tang Cuo's rainbow fart with Crimson, blowing blood to the other side.
"The moment Tang Tso entered the copy, you have already set your death date. You are all dead, don't you really want to pull a few more backers? For example, who is standing behind Chong Yanzhang."
Crimson was tied and leaned against the wall of the booth, closing his eyes.
Jin Cheng bitterly said: "Don't be lucky. Tang Cuo still has Mr. Crow's feathers in his hand. He just plays casually. If he loses his life, he can also find the life box."
Upon hearing this, Crimson finally opened his eyes and looked at Jin Cheng sarcastically, saying, "You killed that little girl, I will tell you."
Jin Cheng asked: "Why not kill the river?"
Crimson: "You should ask him, if I die, the little girl also died, everyone he followed died of fate, will he still have the courage to live."
Jin Cheng: "True poison."
"Overwhelming." Crimson smiled and moved the wound. She glanced at the drip bottle hanging next to her. She felt ridiculously mixed with admiration that was a bit unclear. Jin Cheng was about a genius before she could come up with a drip bottle to give her a cure. Suspended her in pain, so as not to let her recover too quickly.
If she can still move, she must have killed him with thousands of swords to thank him.
"Actually, you shouldn't hate me. I have dealt with you. You have always been bright and upright. If you fail, that's because your skills are not as good as others." Jin Cheng said lightly that people should vomit blood. "What you should hate is someone who treats you as a chess piece. You are dead, but they are still alive and well, aren't they angry? If it's me, I'm dead and I have to get angry."
Crimson rolled her eyes, and she could now be killed by Jin Cheng.
Jin Cheng continued: "I know you must be thinking, let him die after the death. You would rather bring the secret to the grave than let any of us be better off. But I can tell you with certainty that the final winner It must belong to me, the only difference is how long it takes."
Crimson was a bit curious about where his confidence came from, "Why?"
Jin Cheng: "Because Tang Cuo and I will never be as good as you and Jiang He, we will never lose our arms. Before we become lovers, we are first comrades in arms, and I can give him more trust than my life. "
After finishing the speech, Jin Cheng smiled again and said, "Maybe he will no longer love me one day, but he will not betray me."
Hearing the words, Crimson was silent, and had not spoken for a long time.
She couldn't understand what the so-called trust that can be greater than life was because she didn't have it. No, maybe she had it before, but she abandoned it before she discovered it.
Trust is fragile for her. She likes everything that is fragile and dangerous. It is the wings of butterflies, the bubbles in the summer, the promise in the mouth of men.
Can Jin Cheng believe it?
The more handsome a man, the more eloquent his mouth is. But Crimson could see the light in his eyes when he mentioned Tang Cuo. At that moment, she even wanted to believe his words a little, and sincerely produced a trace of envy.
This envy ends in Jin Cheng's next sentence.
"But he can't not love me, after all, I am kind and strong."
"You are going to die." Crimson said a friendly wish to him.
"That's sorry, I can't die for the time being." Jin Cheng apologized, and the gentleman poured a cup of tea in front of Crimson and said, "So, do you want to cooperate? You give me the name of the mastermind behind the scenes and let me Can spend less time on the road to dominate the Yongye City. In exchange, I will let you kill him personally."
A hint of movement appeared in the crimson eyes, but she closed her eyes after all.
Jin Cheng didn't expect to convince her once, "You think about it, think about it, I promise you to see the river again."
The crimson eyelashes tremble slightly, and the hands tied behind him are quietly clenched, and they are unable to loosen again.
At this time, the Mighty Ghost Academy has become a real Mighty Ghost Academy. Sharp claws scratched the window, scarlet eyes were hiding behind the curtains, hair entwined the trees and vines, and there was a smelly blood flowing from the faucet in the laundry room.
The blood moon in the sky is brighter, the peach tree buds in the garden have been opened for half, and the light emitted is infiltrated by the moonlight, and vaguely brought a little blush.
Tang Cuo went back to the dormitory and saw his five ghost friends.
The hanged ghost hung himself on the window, the hair of the combed hair ghost grew to two meters long, and the two sick and dead ghosts exuded black mist, like the spread of the disease, it looked shocking. The drowned ghost lay face down on the broken water bed, and the water flowed all over the place. His whole ghost was wet by the water, and his face was pale and white, like a floating corpse.
As soon as Tangcuo entered the door, the five pairs of ghost eyes glanced over, and even the hanged ghost who had turned his back on him slowly turned around, his eyes staring at him protrudingly, intimidatingly.
At this time, Tang Cuo felt that as a suicide ghost, he should have his artery cut to show respect. However, he did not have the habit of self-mutilation, and directly said: "Just now there was a living person in the dormitory who wanted to kill me."
The ghost friends were instantly irritable, the hair-brushing ghost screamed, the hair was windless and automatic, and the sound shattered. The glass broke.
The hanging ghost suddenly stared at the umbrella in Tang Cuo's hand and asked with red eyes: "Why is the school flower umbrella in your hand?"
Tang Cuo frowned, "School Flower?"
The two sick and dead ghosts also sat up in dying, "Yeah, isn't this the school flower umbrella, I have seen her hold this umbrella! Say, when did you know the school flower and when did you get it with her!" "
School flowers.
Tang Cuo instantly thought of the photo he hid in the bed, and then when he picked up the umbrella and the excited reaction of the ghost friends, there must be a problem with the school flower.
He immediately grabbed the door and ran away to the female ghost dormitory. But just when he arrived at the bottom of the female ghost dormitory, and just about to rush in, a white figure suddenly fell from the top of his head and smashed straight down a meter away from Tangcuo.
The strong wind blew his temples, and the blood and brain splatter splashed on his rain boots. After a quick change, a slow motion of time stretched indefinitely.
Tang Cuo turned his head to see the corpse on the ground, and his heart was beating violently. For a time, there was only heartbeat in his ears. In his eyes, there was only the face with big eyes, unable to look at the sky.
It is the school flower in the photo.
She fell to the ground lying on her back, her back ruptured, and her limbs were broken, showing a twisted and strange arc. Like a broken doll, although it is broken, it still shows amazing beauty. The face was painted with light makeup, and there was no ghost at all. Only the eyes lost their spirit and became empty, as if they contained infinite sorrow.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The scream broke Tang Tso's slow-motion playback. He turned suddenly, and saw that almost all the ghosts in the dormitory buildings on both sides looked out, and there was a black pressure, as if overcast.
The death of the school flower seemed to stimulate them, they screamed, ran wild, torn, hysterical. The ghost fires on both sides of the road tremble because of this, and the depressed atmosphere makes Tang Cuo suffocate for a time.
Asphyxiation is literally suffocation. He felt out of breath, as if trapped in a cage that could not break free, or pressed into cold water without freedom.
But the ghosts called Guijiao, but none of them came up.
Tang Cuo took a deep breath and squatted down neatly to examine the body. Xiaohua’s method of death was different from other ghosts, but she could not be the murderer, because although Tang Cuo did not catch the murderer, he could see from his back that he was a tall man.
And the school flower is dead.
Tang Cuo roughly inspected Xiaohua's injuries and determined that she died in a fall. She reached out and tried to untie her clothes to see if there were any other wounds, but stopped.
Under the eyes of everyone, even in the copy, even if the person is dead, such a move seems too offending. And while he was hesitating, he glanced at the open skirt of the school flower, which seemed to hide a little red.
That is not blood red, it is lighter than blood.
Tang Cuo immediately opened it and found that there was a flower-shaped pale red birthmark slightly above her chest under the collarbone. School flowers, birthmarks, peach blossoms, dreams, murderers... Tang Cuo quickly flashed the keywords in his mind, and then quickly ran to the top floor.
If he was right, judging from where she fell, it should have fallen from the top floor.
The situation in the dormitory building is already very chaotic, and it can be called a group of demons. Tangcuo ran all the way, shuttled among the ghosts at the fastest speed, without any stop, and soon appeared on the rooftop of the building.
There were traces of her falling on the edge of the roof, and it was suicide.
Suicide, jump off the building.
She stood on the edge of the roof, her back turned downstairs, and she fell naturally with her open hands.
The clues kept piecing together in Tang Cuo's mind. He gasped, feeling vaguely touching the corners of the truth, so he ran back to the building and found the school's room.
The school spent living in a single room.
Tang Cuo found her student card in the room, her birthday was overcast, overcast, and overcast.
But why is her death different from other ghosts?
Perhaps extremely illusory life is only a guise.
At this time, many ghosts broke into the room. Tang Cuo felt his anger turned around and glanced at a familiar figure flashing by the door, immediately catching up.
The sword of adjudication emerged instantly, and Tang Cuo stepped on the wall. A flip fell over the ghosts and fell in front of the ghost. The sword pointed to her throat, "What are you running."
The female ghost opened her eyes, and there was a panic in the dark, "What are you doing?"
Tang Cuo approached, "What is your relationship with the school? When your roommate died, why was you alone in the laundry room?"
"How do I know!" The ghost was the one who escaped yesterday. At first, Tang Cuo didn't doubt her, because the murderer was like a perverted killer who aimed at the extremely ill-fated. He could kill one or the other, and he didn't need to consider his murder. Motivation is also unlikely to have a helper. But now it seems, not necessarily.
"Why did you just appear at the door of her room?" Tang Cuo continued to ask.
"She used to be in our dormitory, and it didn't take long for me to move out. I saw what happened!" The female ghost said more and more excitedly, with a stern expression, and she was going to be mad and angry.
Tang Cuo closed in time. There are ghosts here. In case of anger, he might be torn apart on the spot. Fortunately, he still has the identity of a patrol team, showing his identity, and then take the initiative to retreat, which only avoided a fight.
"Why did she move out of your dormitory?" Tang Cuo controlled his tone and asked calmly.
"Moving out means moving out. She wants to move. Many boys came to help on the day of the move. You don't know. Didn't you also hide her picture? Didn't you help?"
The words fell, and the rest of the ghosts echoed.
Upon seeing this, Tang Cuo had a very uncomfortable feeling in his heart, but still kept calm on the face, and asked: "Then she has a birthmark on her chest, do you know?"
The female ghost suddenly laughed, "Know, all of us know."
The ghosts nodded.
Tang Cuo looked at the grimaces that burst into laughter and finally understood where the uncomfortable feeling came from. It's so strange, a birthmark for a school flower, why all the school knows.
There is also the security chief who died the earliest. What does he have to do with Xiaohua? Li Haoshuai, who is hiding pictures of the school flowers, asked the ghost if he came over to help move the dormitory. Did he participate in anything?
The grimace around him twisted again, and the smile was creepy.
Tangcuo immediately exited the dormitory building and went to the crime scene of the Security Department again. There were no more ghosts watching here, and the patrols were scattered around the school, so Tangcuo pushed the door in smoothly and turned the house over again.
About a quarter of an hour later, he found a blood fingerprint under the bed, as well as a broken nail caught in the crack of the bed board. The nails and fingerprints were near the edge of the bed, but they were all hidden, so Tang Cuo searched for the first time
Was not found.
He thought "Someone under the bed" simply means that there are living people under the bed, and now it doesn't seem to be the case.
There are literal traps everywhere in this copy.
Judging from the location and shape of the fingerprints and nails, it was like a person who was dragged out of the bed by someone and grabbed the edge of the bed.
There is also transparent nail polish on this nail, which is reasonable to presume to be a young woman.
She desperately resisted, her nails snapped into the bed board, but still unable to withstand the force behind her, so her nails broke and blood stained her fingerprints on the board.
When I inspected the body of Xiaohua just now, her nails on her left index finger also showed signs of breakage. It was an old wound, but it was not clear yet.
The school flower is the woman under the bed.
"Someone under the bed", does that mean?
Tang Cuo held the half of his nails and straightened up, looking back in the direction of the garden, thinking of the peach blossoms that half of the tree was open, and fell into contemplation. Murder, does it mean revenge?
If it is, the Mighty Ghost Academy is probably not realistic.
He was still in a dream, and since he opened his eyes for the first time in the School of Fierce Ghosts, he had been in the dream constructed by the murderer.
Thinking about this, he turned around again, took out the black umbrella of the school flower, and opened it.
The amulet hanging in the black umbrella naturally hung down. He looked up and turned the handle of the umbrella suddenly, and the umbrella was spinning around in his hands. The amulet also turned up like a flying butterfly.