President of Melee Soldier Wang Qiao

"I suspect..." The vice president looked around a few times, and after making sure that no one was eavesdropping, he lowered his voice and leaned into Zhang Shutong's ear and said,
"I suspect... the old dean is possessed by a ghost!"

"cough!"

Zhang Shutong was choked by the old man's words, his imagination is really rich enough.

"Don't worry, it's not a ghost...it's a human."

Zhang Shutong smiled badly, "Let's go, take me to the old director's house, pay attention, it's his home, not the hospital!"

Whether there is really a ghost, or just someone pretending to be a ghost, you will know as soon as you go.

Although the vice president felt baffled, he didn't dare to disobey Zhang Shutong's words, so he could only nod honestly and walk ahead to lead the way.

It happened that the old dean's house was nearby, and it took 5 minutes to get there by motorcycle. As soon as he arrived at the door of the house, Zhang Shutong sniffled.

"What's wrong?" the Vice President asked.

"Didn't you smell something strange?"

Zhang Shutong glanced around, walked slowly to the window next to the room, and looked inside.

The inside of the room was pitch black, the kind of unpopular darkness, and it seemed that no one had come back to live in it for two days.

"What smell? I didn't smell anything?" The vice president followed Zhang Shutong to the window with a confused look on his face, and took a look inside.

"Strange, why all the lights are turned off. I remember that the old dean doesn't like the dark. Even if he is not at home, he will turn on the lights." The deputy dean scratched his head.

"The reason is very simple, because he is already dead." Zhang Shutong knocked on the window, suddenly jumped in the air, turned back and kicked on the window.

What the hell!

The deputy dean was stunned, kicking the window open?
As soon as the window was opened, the vice president was about to say something when a strong chilly smell came over his face.

"It stinks! Vomit!"

The vice president turned around and ran away, his facial features were twisted by the bad smell of cold, and he immediately ran to the side to retch.

Zhang Shutong ignored the smell, he was almost used to smelling it on the battlefield.

He just felt that he had guessed correctly, this smell was the smell of a rotting corpse!

For the Fifth Battalion, who often wandered around the battlefield and among the dead, this smell was something they couldn't forget at all. Even if it was just a thin trace hidden in the air, Zhang Shutong could smell it keenly.

"Is this... the smell of a rotting corpse? The old dean is dead?"

The deputy dean managed to hold back the tumbling in his stomach, and walked back staggeringly, "Then the old dean in the hospital these days is..."

"Of course it's fake." Zhang Shutong glanced at the broken window, as if seeing the corpse hidden in the darkness.

"You wait here and call the police. Her name is Xue Chunyu."

As soon as Zhang Shutong dropped his hand, a business card flew towards the vice president, who hurriedly caught it.

Zhang Shutong turned around and left. After taking two steps, he stopped again, with his hands in his pockets, his expression a bit gloomy.

The death of the old dean... could be regarded as being implicated by him.

"Remember to inform me when the funeral is, and I will go."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Shutong stepped away. He lowered his head slightly, but the killing intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Li Canglong!You must die!

……

"Beautiful lady, please tell me where the office of your beloved dean is."

Zhang Shutong walked to the front desk, flicked his bangs, and gave the guiding sister a charming smile.

Originally, he had good looks, but when he turned on the flirtatious mode, he was really powerful.

No, seeing Zhang Shutong's gentle smile, the girl at the front desk felt her heart twitch violently.

"It's...on the sixth floor." She faltered.

This guy is so handsome... Mom I'm in love!
"Thank you, come out when you're free, and I'll buy you some milk."

Zhang Shutong blinked at the guiding sister, making her face flushed, then laughed, turned around and left the hospital.

But as soon as he left the hospital, his eyes became cold.

……

"Damn it! Why didn't you bring someone here? Couldn't that old guy start to doubt me?" The old dean put his hands behind his back and walked back and forth anxiously.

"Why bring people here? Did you kill them?"

At this moment, a voice actually sounded by the window.

The old dean shrank his pupils, turned his head quickly, and saw a big hand gradually enlarged in his sight, and pressed it on his face!
"Die!"

"boom!!"

Zhang Shutong pressed the old dean's face with one hand, the veins on his arm bulged, and he pressed the old dean's head hard and hit the ground!
"what!"

Before the tragic scream came out, a piece of cloth was pressed into his mouth, sealing all his voices.

"No no no no!"

The old dean shook his head in horror, a blood-red incomparable pain surged up from under his head, his face turned pale with fright.

"Starting to play the game of pretending not to know?" Zhang Shutong shook his hand, stepped on the old dean's face hard, his eyes were cold.

"Li Canglong, it's time like this, there's no need for you to pretend, right?"

"You... how do you know the name of the boss?"

As soon as Zhang Shutong finished speaking, the old dean spat out the cloth in his mouth and opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

The next moment, he reacted abruptly, and laughed loudly, "You are Zhang Shutong! Sure enough, the boss is right, you will come to the door by yourself, you are dead! Everyone around you is dead!"

Guessing Zhang Shutong's identity, not only was he not a bit scared, but he shouted excitedly.

Boss?Isn't this guy Li Canglong?
Suddenly Zhang Shutong's face changed drastically, he lifted his foot suddenly, and kicked the old dean's face fiercely, the old dean's triumphant laughter stopped abruptly, and two teeth flew out of his mouth.

Taking a step forward, Zhang Shutong yanked his face with one hand, pulled it hard, and even tore off an extremely realistic human skin mask.

The face under the mask was a man in his early thirties, and there was a scar on the left side of his face that was burned by the flames.

Seeing this guy's true face, Zhang Shutong's mood that had just been happy fell back to the bottom in an instant.

The veins in Zhang Shutong's arm bulged, and he gradually tightened his grip on the man's collar, shouting angrily, "Say! Where is the real Li Canglong!"

"Cough...cough..."

Enduring the severe pain, the man slowly turned his head and looked at Zhang Shutong, his eyes full of sarcasm, "Of course he... went to kill someone!"

"You will die...Zhao Susu will die...Everyone around you...will die!"

At the end, the man laughed excitedly and maniacally, covered his head, and screamed sharply, "Die! Everyone die!"

"Oh!"

Zhang Shutong clenched his right fist and blasted out. The man's laughter was interrupted by the violence, and he flew out from the spot while spinning, hitting his head hard against the wall, and passed out completely.

"Crap."

Even if he continued to ask, he probably wouldn't say anything.

At this moment, Zhang Shutong received a text message, and after only one glance, his expression changed drastically.

"Help me! I don't want to die!" The sender showed Zhao Susu!
"Oops! I won the Tiao Hu Li Shan!"

Zhang Shutong quickly took out his mobile phone and called Zhao Susu, but when he called Zhao Susu, he heard a mechanical prompt...

Zhao Susu's phone has been turned off!