God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

The sky was very dark, and thick haze and dark clouds completely shrouded the entire college. Except for the occasional illumination of street lights, the entire college was covered in gray.

As He Ziyun walked on the road, he couldn't even see a living creature, let alone people.

The fine piano music floated in the academy, intermittent, like an old lady with a chipped tooth, unable to speak fluently.

He Ziyun was amused by his metaphor for a few seconds, rubbed his stiff and cold face, and walked forward following the sound of the piano.

To put it bluntly, this ghost place wasn't really a school, so he didn't expect that there would be a place like a piano room.

After walking like this in the mist for about ten minutes, the faint sound of the piano began to become clearer, which showed that He Ziyun was on the right track.

It was pretty much what he expected. Unlike the dormitory building that was built like a prison, this small bungalow with the sound of music was small and pitiful. It only had two floors, and the walls were painted with a layer of white paint to make it It doesn't look that shabby.

However, there is a small artificial lake next to the piano room.

The water surface of the artificial lake is very calm, and it looks a bit strange in the gray mist. It is green and green, and it still feels a little permeable in the middle of the night.

"Boom!"

A heavy sound similar to a heavy object falling to the bottom of the water made He Ziyun stop.

He looked back at the artificial lake, which was still as calm as stagnant water. He looked back thoughtfully at the piano room of the house by the lake, only to find that——

Next to the window on the second floor of the bungalow that should have been empty, a black figure stood there silently, motionless.

I don’t know how long I watched it.

He Ziyun's back felt suddenly cold, a strong chill ran along the gap in his collar, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

He Ziyun's face was a little pale, but he kept walking. To be honest, he was not really afraid, but his physiological reaction was uncontrollable.

At least there is no way to ignore it for the time being.

The more dangerous the place, the more natural clues there are, not to mention the "miraculous" reminder is so obvious.

Before He Ziyun could reach the bungalow, he heard a "squeak" sound, and the door seemed to be opened from behind, revealing a slightly swaying light inside.

It was like inviting He Ziyun, a late-night visitor, to go sightseeing.

He Ziyun subconsciously raised his head and looked at the second floor window.

As expected, the figure by the window disappeared.

This is almost a clear warning to visitors that there is danger in the house.

He Ziyun walked directly into the large open house without hesitation.

As soon as he entered, the door behind him closed as if blown by the wind, and even the latch was closed.

The dim lights in the house became bright and dazzling after the "guest" entered, and the incandescent lights flickered, illuminating the entire first floor of the house.

The house is not big. In addition to some chairs and tables, there are a lot of calligraphy and paintings posted around the walls. They should be the kind of cheap pictures sold on the street. There are a lot of calligraphy and paintings. There are also some well-taken care of potted plants on the ground. , looks a bit messy.

But surprisingly it's quite clean.

It can be seen that the owner is actually very careful.

After He Ziyun looked around the entire room, his eyes focused on the clothes rack behind the door.

A wooden clothes rack stood precariously behind the door, with a black coat and white shirt hung neatly on it.

It's just the size of the shirt that looks familiar...

Before He Ziyun could think of anything, the wooden stairs in the house creaked and swayed.

Someone came down.

He Ziyun looked up and saw a man wearing a white shirt and black trousers walking down the staircase handrail.

When he saw He Ziyun, the man's eyebrows showed a little surprise, "Xiaoyun? Why are you here?"

The man has fair skin and a delicate appearance. When he smiles, he has two shallow dimples on his lips. He seems to have a soft-tempered temper, but it turns out that he does have a good temper.

Because the first thing the man did when he came downstairs was to pour a glass of water for his uninvited student in the middle of the night.

He Ziyun took it happily and said, "Thank you, Teacher Liang."

Yes, the man in front of me is Teacher Liang who appeared on the phone at the beginning.

Teacher Liang walked to the chair and sat down. He seemed to have some problems with his legs and walked a little slowly: "What do you want to see the teacher so late?"

He Ziyun lowered his head to look at the tea in his hand, and took a sip with a calm expression. When he raised his head, he looked hurriedly: "Teacher Liang, I didn't come yesterday. Did Zhou Zeng tell you?"

When talking about Zhou Zeng, He Ziyun deliberately emphasized his tone. As expected, Teacher Liang's expression changed obviously.

If Teacher Liang's expression was gentle at first, now he is unwilling and resentful.

But it only passed by for a moment, and soon Teacher Liang's face changed back to a soft and gentle expression.

Teacher Liang: "Zhou Zeng? Well, he came and told me."

He Ziyun looked at Teacher Liang's expression calmly, his eyes fixed on the old stairs not far away for a few seconds.

He Ziyun sighed as if he was relieved: "That's good, that's good. I was quite scared when I was captured tonight..."

As he said that, He Ziyun suddenly smiled shyly: "But thinking that Teacher Liang is here, it seems that life is not so difficult."

Teacher Liang was stunned for a moment, then helplessly touched He Ziyun's head, and whispered as if coaxing a child: "Come on, when all the evidence is collected, you good boys can go out."

He Ziyun lowered his head and let Teacher Liang stroke his hair, while the hand hanging by his side ruffled the fabric on his knees.

Teacher Liang was talking to himself, while He Ziyun listened quietly.

The fact is quite different from what he guessed. It is nothing more than that every parent "hopes for his son to become a dragon and his daughter to become a phoenix." If they find that their children are "disobedient" or have poor grades, they hope that others will "discipline them" on their behalf. "child.

Fengze Academy is such an existence.

It is a pity that what parents think of as "elite education" only opens up an abyss of hatred and pain in the eyes of the children who are sent there.

All children are the same. They experience abuse and humiliation. Some children can't bear it and commit suicide directly, but everything is covered up.

Teacher Liang, whose real name is Liang An, is the only teacher in Fengze College. Due to the need to increase tuition fees, the principal of Fengze College hired Liang An, a recent graduate, as an art teacher in the college.

But it's just a false name.

There are not many students who can actually come and learn painting and piano.

The young Liang An had a strong sense of justice and privately helped many students in hell. He even secretly collected evidence and planned to call the police.

The current stage should be where Liang An is preparing to call the police.

He Ziyun listened quietly. When he raised his head, he looked at the clean ashtray on the table and asked curiously: "Teacher Liang, do you still smoke?"

Teacher Liang paused, a little embarrassed on his soft face: "Occasionally, I will twitch a little when I am irritable."

As he spoke, he coughed and lectured: "You can't imitate the teacher, you are too young."

He Ziyun nodded, looking more and more obedient: "I know."

After a chat, He Ziyun looked at the stairs leading to the second floor not far away.

The second floor is pitch black, like a black hole that preys on people. It is unknown and full of fascinating temptations.

He Ziyun looked away and looked at Liang An with a shy smile: "Teacher Liang, can you teach me to play a piece of music?"

Liang An's smile began to become stiff and weird, and his face was as white as paper under the illumination of the incandescent lamp: "Of course, what does Xiaoyun want to play?"

He Ziyun touched his cold earlobe and said, "A song about secret love."

The young man tilted his head slightly: "Teacher Liang, you will definitely know how to do it."