After pompom enters Hades

The moment Zhu Ning sensed that the light had gone out, she was silently frightened into a little pompom.

However, he had slept with his head half covered by the quilt before, and after turning into a small pompom, he couldn't quite see it in the dark dormitory.

Wen Chun's voice still begged intermittently:

"help me……"

"Huazilin wants to kill me..."

"Can I hide in your bedroom?"

The sleepy little pompom carefully emerged from the quilt, revealing a pair of big eyes, looking towards the almost pitch-black bedroom.

As far as the eye can see, there is only the ceiling that cannot be seen clearly, which almost blends with the gray and black in the room.

The little pompom didn't see Wen Chun, but from the voice Wen Chun seemed to be at the place where he had just entered the door. The little pompom was scared and sleepy, so he gave an ambiguous hum in the voice of a pompom.

Then continue to cover the quilt and close your eyes.

The little pompom could hear light footsteps, and came in rustlingly from the door. A moment later, there was a rustling sound from the bed next to the door, as if someone had climbed onto the bed and covered the quilt .

The little velvet fan stared and listened, and then fell asleep.

Just when the little pompom gradually felt relieved, he dreamed of walking into a spicy and tangy self-service hot pot restaurant in his sleep, and just brought a plate of tender cut beef, prawns, porcini mushrooms... when he was ready to eat.

In the steaming hot pot restaurant, a smell of rancidity suddenly drifted into the hot, fragrant and spicy heat wave.

Holding several large plates of small pompoms with fresh and tender ingredients in his claws, he looked back angrily, and saw an old altar of sauerkraut dripping with soup coming from the door of the hot pot restaurant.

The little pompom woke up instantly.

Just when it opened its big bright eyes and looked towards the ceiling, the little pompom saw Huai Zilin standing beside the bed and leaning over, staring straight at the pillow with his black pupils.

The little pompom may have fallen asleep, but after the hot pot meal was interrupted by Laotan sauerkraut, the little pompom was actually very angry.

If you don't sleep at night, the people in dormitory 212 will ask to stay when they come back, and will stare at people with weird eyes when they come over...

They can't be allowed to treat room 209 as a vegetable market that they can visit at any time.

Desen Middle School stipulates that after 9 o'clock in the evening, you must stay in your dormitory.

Deduct their points!

At this time, Huaizilin showed a very weird smile, the little pompom didn't care about him, and the hippie smile couldn't stop it from reporting to the teacher.

So the little pompom took out the phone with its velvet claws, and clicked the camera button facing the weird little face of Huaizilin who was close at hand.

Huaizilin's dark pupils were illuminated by the glare of the flashlight, and they were still bottomless.

The scene in front of me was instantly imaged and engraved in the phone photo...Under the flashlight, the figure soaked in black mist leaned over, but the neck was empty, and the Huaizilin in the photo had no head...

Like a headless corpse, bending over stiffly beside the bed.

The little pompom was frightened, loosened its claws, and slammed the phone on the forehead.

When the little pompom frantically pulled the phone aside and looked up again, Huai Zilin's leaning motion had intensified at some point, and the pitch-black pupils and blood-red lips were almost stuck to the little pompon's quilt .

The little pompom felt the blood all over his body freeze at this moment, and his claws became cold...

At this time, the extremely sleepy Pompom finally broke free from the stupor that had just woken up, and realized the most critical problem.

The bed in dormitory 209 is a bed and table structure.

How could someone "stand" by the bed?

It can only be... floating...

And the face that was almost touching seemed to be smiling deeper, his right hand was slowly raised, and in his right hand was a somewhat familiar fruit knife. Bundle.

The tip of the knife, which was shining with cold light, was getting closer and closer to the big shiny eyes of the small pompom...

Little Pompom: "Hey!!!!!!"

In the next second, the fluffy claws of the little fluffy ball slapped the face that was close at hand!

Huai Zilin's weird face was like a balloon filled with water that was hit hard by a baseball bat, and was immediately deformed by the beating.

And this whole person, under Xiao Taotie's pompom claws, instantly turned into an empty soda can that was hit by a golf club, spinning and flying out!

Swish through the closed balcony window, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Visually, it fell into the small garden between the apartment buildings.

Little Pompom: "..."

It turns out that I am more than just blowing!

The bed of the little pompom is next to the balcony. It holds the mobile phone in its claws, steps on its short legs, steps on the quilt and walks to the foot of the bed, lying on the window glass and looking down.

Through the balcony, the little pompom could see a figure hanging on a branch of a tree in the small garden illuminated by orange street lamps, as if it was climbing down with great difficulty.

The little pompom couldn't see who was climbing the tree underneath, so he picked up the phone with his plush claws, snapped a photo with the focus, and then zoomed in for a closer look.

Well, black and foggy, without a head.

That's right!

Seeing the miserable headless figure who was seriously injured and couldn't climb up within a few hours, the little pompom put away the phone, covered it with a quilt and fell asleep soundly.

At 6:30 the next morning, the little pompom was woken up by the alarm, and got up refreshed and turned back into a teenager.

On the bed next to the door, there was an extra quilt, as if someone had slept on it, it was a bit messy, but there was no sign of warmth.

Maybe it was because Wen Chun was frightened by Huai Zilin last night, so he didn't dare to sleep in the same dormitory with him, so he ran over to borrow the quilt with his arms in his arms?

Unable to find Wen Chun, after Zhu Ning finished washing, he unlocked the door and went to room 212 to find his cousin Zhu Yuxuan to eat in the cafeteria.

Zhu Ning got up a little early, and when she left the dormitory, all the dormitory doors in the corridor were closed, and there was no one in the quiet.

Zhu Ning realized that it was only around 6:40. As a private noble high school, Desen did not have early self-study in the morning, and the first class was on time at 8 o'clock. Now most of the students have not woken up yet.

When Zhu Ning was about to turn around and go back to wait for a while, his gaze accidentally swept across Room 212 not far away, and the door was actually open.

In fact, it is not considered to be open. The wooden door is on the verge of being unable to open, and it is all supported by the little force of the door lock slider. Just a little force can break this delicate balance.

Zhu Ning stepped forward and tentatively opened the wooden door of Room 212...

"what--"

"Mom!!!"

Two short screams came from room 212, it was Zhu Yuxuan and Zhuanxu, they got up earlier than Zhu Ning, and they stopped screaming after seeing that it was Zhu Ning who came in.

Zhu Yuxuan's complexion was very bad, his eyes were red, as if he had just cried, he stared at Zhu Ning in shock: "Cousin, why did you pull the door suddenly, you scared me to death!"

Wen Chun was not in the house, neither was Huaizilin, but the house was filled with a strong smell of blood...

Zhu Ning's heart skipped a beat, "What's wrong?"

Zhu Yuxuan worked hard for a long time before reaching out and pointing to the toilet tremblingly: "Wen Chun was killed last night, his body, his body is in the toilet..."

Zhu Ning looked along Zhu Yuxuan's fingers, the toilet door was closed, but from the crack of the door, a lifeless human body could be seen, pressing against the door from inside, and the floor tiles outside the door were closed. On the ground, a small pool of dark red blood has gathered.

The complexion of Zhuanxu, who is sick, is also very bad, but he is usually pale and ashamed, and he can't see much change at this time.

Zhuan Xu hadn't cried, but the worry on his face was obviously more than the fear. He coughed and took out a student handbook from his schoolbag, turning over a blank form page.

"Xuanzi, cough, cough... I will explain to your cousin later when I have time. Let's fill out the registration form for dead students in the dormitory. The teacher will come to check the dormitory at 7 o'clock."

"Even if you sue the teacher now, there is no evidence that those people in Huaizilin killed Wen Chun," Zhuan Xu saw that Zhu Yuxuan was not moving, and stretched out his hand anxiously to pull his sleeve.

"We'll sneakily kill one of them next week and get the credits back!"