After pompom enters Hades

Zhu Yuxuan was startled when he heard this, he secretly kicked Zhuan Yi, and then secretly looked at Zhu Ning.

Zhu Ning has seen all kinds of strange cases in the world for more than a month, but he is still completely stunned: "Credit?"

"Sick boy, what nonsense are you talking about!" Zhu Yuxuan glared at Zhuan Yi, then looked worriedly at him, his first-day cousin Ping Yusheng, and faltered: "Our credits are actually... actually..."

It took Zhu Ning a lot of effort, but she still couldn't suppress the shock on her face: "Can you add credits for murdering classmates in Desen Middle School?"

Although Zhuan Yi looked like a half-dead, consumptive ghost from the beginning to the end, when he talked about death, he was terribly calm, as if it was normal.

Zhuan Yi's complexion is very bad now, with a morbid blush caused by excitement floating in the ashen pallor.

Just now, Zhu Ning thought that Zhuan Yi's expression was due to the sadness and anger of his good buddy's tragic death, but now it seems that most of this morbid flush is due to the lost credits.

Seeing that Zhu Yuxuan hesitated for a long time, Zhuan Yi coughed intermittently and replied:

"The students of Desen Middle School are the elite among all people, ahem... If they can be easily killed by their peers, it is definitely not an honorable thing, so credits will be deducted."

"If a classmate dies, the roommate in the same dormitory will deduct 2 points, and the classmate will deduct 1 point."

Zhu Ning: "..."

Zhu Yuxuan looked very flustered, as if he was afraid that his cousin, who had just entered the school, would not be able to accept it, so he pulled Zhuanyi hard to prevent him from speaking, but when he pulled Zhuanyi down, he covered his mouth with his hand and was out of breath and coughed violently, successfully Zhu Yuxuan let go of his hand in fright.

Zhuan Yi had a sick look on his face, he coughed for a long time before recovering, Zhu Ning could even see with his yin and yang eyes that the whole room was already filled with the gray mist from his cough.

In this gray environment, Zhu Yuxuan's complexion was also not good, and his nose was red like a sign of a cold. Zhu Ning looked at the gray mist that was suspected to be droplets, and gently blew a breath, blowing out a piece of nothing in front of his eyes. A big circle of black mist, and then he took a breath of relief.

Zhuan Yi suddenly pulled Zhu Yuxuan, and then pointed to Zhu Ning: "Look! Your cousin also has yin and yang eyes, ahem...I told you yesterday that ordinary people cannot enter Desen Middle School."

Zhu Yuxuan looked at Zhu Ning in astonishment: "Cousin, you can also see... those things?"

After the first open and honest communication since entering school, Zhu Ning finally roughly guessed the reason why Zhu Yuxuan was involved - he is a descendant of the old Zhu family, born with yin and yang eyes.

Zhu Yuxuan saw a ghost when he was a child, and he didn't dare to tell others, especially his parents were both high-achieving science students and social elites, so Zhu Yuxuan dared not behave differently, for fear of being regarded as a child with psychological problems.

Desen Middle School was originally a middle school that did not recruit students, but Zhu Yuxuan's father, Zhu Weixin, identified Desen, entrusted countless connections, donated hundreds of thousands to the school, and finally got an interview spot for his son.

"During the interview, the first few questions were very simple, and the entire paper was the original questions of the college entrance examination from other provinces," Zhu Yuxuan recalled under Zhu Ning's questioning, "but the final test was more difficult. How many people are in the classroom, the correct answer is 17, but I only see 3."

Maybe Desen didn't accept this level of yin and yang eyes at all, but who would have thought that Zhu Yuxuan graduated from high school and got full marks on the original test questions of the college entrance examination in other provinces.

As a result, Zhu Yuxuan, a student who had been hit by mistake, was admitted reluctantly.

"This must be a school run by some big bosses who cover the sky with their hands, but are extremely psychopathic." Zhu Yuxuan said bitterly: "This school must be full of surveillance, and those big bosses behind the scenes can enjoy watching the real murder on site."

Hearing Zhu Yuxuan's confident guess, Zhuan Yi seemed to sneer with disdain, but finally shut his mouth and said nothing.

Zhu Ning also felt that it was impossible for the top warlocks to be ignorant of what happened inside Desen, but why did they still send their children here?

Even the students are used to what happened here, as if they already knew the inside story.

And the students here don't seem to be just warlocks, or more than... people.

But Zhu Yuxuan seemed to be kept in the dark, and was forced to accept the high school's survival rules. Zhuan Yi seemed to know something, but kept his mouth shut.

Zhu Ning had no choice but to insinuate: "But... Huai Zilin and you share the same dormitory, and if he kills his roommate, he will also be deducted points?"

When Wen Chun was mentioned, Zhu Yuxuan, a fourteen or fifteen year old boy, was about to cry again, and said bitterly with red eyes: "Students who kill people can get 5 points at the end of the semester, as long as they don't get caught."

Zhu Ning: "We all know that Huaizilin did it!"

Zhu Yuxuan wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes: "But what about the evidence?"

Zhu Ning wanted to say that Huai Zilin chased Wen Chun to 209 last night, but before he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that when he left the dormitory in the morning, the door seemed to be locked, and Wen Chun in the toilet of 214 had already Been dead for a long time.

The one who borrowed room 209 last night...

"I have to go back first!"

Zhu Ning turned around and ran to the dormitory. After opening the door, she found that the extra quilt on the bed by the door had turned into a puddle of ghostly aura at some point...

Wen Chun had already died in the bathroom of Room 212, and it was his ghost who borrowed Room 209.

And now, the resentful soul is gone.

Just when Zhu Ning wanted to go back and ask his cousin if the ghost's confession counted, there was a burst of whistling laughter from the corridor.

It turned out that it was Huai Zilin and another two students, tall and short, who blocked the little fat man Ding Bao in the corridor, carrying his schoolbag and throwing the contents out one by one.

"Sunscreen? Bear biscuits? Pepper spray?"

"Baby Ding, are you a kindergarten kid who came to school for vacation, hahaha!"

Some senior high school students next to him were frowning and wanted to stop them, but when the burly boy next to Huaizilin took out a bottle with a pacifier from Ding Bao's schoolbag, everyone burst into laughter.

"Baby Ding is still drinking milk!"

"Hahaha……"

Ding Bao's chubby face was flushed, holding back his tears, he reached out to snatch it, but he couldn't reach it, "It's for painting talismans, so that it can be accurately poured."

But no one could hear his mosquito sound.

Huaizilin next to him had a mocking look on his face: "Is your ghost exorcism useful? Go and see what happens to Wen Chun."

Ding Bao's chubby face instantly turned pale, Zhu Yuxuan and Zhuan Yi ran out of the dormitory, just hearing this sentence, Zhu Yuxuan exploded in an instant, and rushed towards Huaizilin with his neck stuck.

"You murderer, I'll kill you!!!"

But Zhu Yuxuan is only one year old and less than 15 years old, a circle younger than the two high school seniors around Huaizilin. The boy who was carrying Ding Bao just raised his elbow, and Zhu Yuxuan's small body was almost knocked into the air. , The nose was knocked out and had a nosebleed.

Zhuan Yi originally wanted to stop Zhu Yuxuan, but he didn't. After hesitating for a few seconds, he sighed and rushed forward. His crooked appearance was tripped by the other party's outstretched foot, and he fell hard to the ground , unable to get up for a long time.

The students around saw that they really started fighting, and the hula broke up all of a sudden, as if no one wanted to get into trouble.

Huai Zilin held a handful of Ding Bao's talisman papers in his hand and slowly tore them apart. Looking at Zhuan Yi, who was crippled on the ground, and at the tall and strong boy who had just stretched his legs, he said with a smile, "Zhuan Liang, even your own brother Hit?"

"I don't have such a brother," the tall and strong boy looked at Zhuan Yi who was leaning against the wall and coughing, wishing that he would disappear immediately, "Who knows who the hell gave birth to him, trash dim sum!"

Huai Zilin was overjoyed: "This is called like flocking together, all of them are weak chickens that can be killed with a single punch, a little waste that sucks, plus a sick child, plus a nerd who comes in through the back door, and..."

Zhuan Liang also sneered and said, "And his cousin who lived in poverty?"

Only then did Huai Zilin follow Zhuan Liang's line of sight and saw Zhu Ning who was approaching him from behind, and the next second he was hit on the face by the rounded schoolbag.

Huaizilin fell in response, and fell on his back to the ground with a bang.

Zhu Ning knew it was wrong to fight with minors, but he couldn't help it. Zhu Ning had never fought since he was a child, and he didn't know the severity of his shots. Go back to 209 and take out your schoolbag as a medium...

Huaizilin was knocked down, Zhu Yuxuan, who was holding his nose, laughed triumphantly, and took the opportunity to snatch back the chubby Ding Bao whose face was full of tears.

Zhuan Liang was so angry that he kicked Huaizilin on the ground: "Why are you such a waste, get out of here!"

To everyone's surprise, Huai Zilin didn't move.

Zhu Ning quietly lifted up a corner of the schoolbag, then quickly put it back in fright, where is his head! ! !

Even in a high school that encourages murder, it's not very nice to blow a classmate's head off on the first day.

When the two high school seniors were sneering at Huai Zilin, who was so helpless, Zhu Ning quietly took out the rice paper from his schoolbag, tore off a crooked circle, and in less than two seconds, he used it as a painting for the soul. With the pencil I carried with me, I drew four circles on the rice paper to serve as noses and eyes...

Then he blew a mouthful of fairy air very covertly, reached out and slapped the piece of paper head on the empty neck under the schoolbag.

Then silently removed the schoolbag.

Zhuan Liang was still sneering: "Huaizilin, you were infected by the weak chicken in the dormitory, why didn't you get up...Ahhh!!!"