Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

But it's good for senior sister to go on like this.

Shi Zhuo seemed to think of something, and pursed his lips.

The teacher's lectures always make people drowsy, Song Le yawned uncontrollably, and then heard him say that he likes it, so he felt relieved and smiled.

"It's fine if you like it, then I'll continue to sleep for a while." Song Le lay on her stomach, couldn't help but closed her eyes and tried to catch up on sleep.

"Well, sister, let's go to sleep." Taking advantage of her inattention, Shi Zhuo kissed the corner of her lips again.

The soft lips touched the soft cheeks, against the thin sunlight that day, everything was fine.

Feeling the softness, Song Le closed his eyes and raised the corners of his lips.

after class.

Song Le held the book in one hand and held him with the other, ready to go back.

"Sister, I seem to be going to the principal's office." Halfway through the walk, Shi Zhuo suddenly remembered.

"Principal's office..." Song Le recalled the location, it seemed a bit far away, "Why don't I accompany you there and wait for you outside?"

Anyway, there is nothing to do when I go back.

Shi Zhuo blinked and said: "Okay, senior sister, I will be there soon."

That appearance, as if promised that he would be good.

"Yeah." Song Le couldn't help laughing, and nodded.

After walking there, Song Le chose to wait for him at the corner downstairs.

Watching his back disappear around the corner, Song Le hugged the book and leaned against the wall with slightly bent legs.

She really likes Shi Zhuo.

It's not that there are no friends in reality, but apart from relatives... no, even uncle and the others have never been so close.

However, the feeling of being stalked and acted like a baby is not bad, and I still have the illusion of getting used to addiction.

But if she was allowed to leave now, apart from regret and slight reluctance, she probably would have nothing else.

Song Le always clearly remembered the mission, and also remembered the possible consequences that he had reminded him of.

Although there are security protection procedures, if you agree, you will still suffer a little bit. As for what the pain is, I don't know.

Thinking about it one after another, Song Le suddenly heard a faint cat meowing.

But it was just a sound, a bit shrill, which made Song Le's heart shudder.

Delusion?

Song Le bit her lip suspiciously.

After a long period of silence, Song Le's heart was about to return to calm again, when suddenly there was a shrill meow that was much clearer than before.

Song Le was taken aback.

At a loss, he identified the direction of the voice, and Song Le walked there hesitantly.

One corner, another corner.

Down three small steps.

last corner.

The misery and pain gradually weakened, and the lifeless meow became clearer and weaker.

The uneasiness and panic in Song Le's heart grew bigger and bigger.

Until he saw a black and blue figure squatting not far away.

Very familiar, very strange.

The girl held a kitchen knife in her right hand, and pressed a thin black cat tightly with her left hand.

The feet, the cat's tail, the ground...there's blood and cat fur.

It looked as if it had been torn apart alive.

And the girl laughed hysterically and almost collapsed, as if she didn't notice that someone was approaching, she threw the severed cat's tail and severed cat's head aside, and began to disembowel her.

Skinny hands reached in, and then dug out a bloody thing that looked like a stillborn kitten.

He held it in his hand and looked at it, then squeezed it hard, blood splashed out.

Looking at Song Le's back felt cold.

As if his feet were nailed, he couldn't move half a step, his eyelashes trembled, and the book in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously, making a barely audible slap.