One Hundred Ways to Make a Villain Unemployed [Transmigration Book]

The desks of the other two people in the room were like ordinary girls, with all kinds of cosmetics and bottles and jars. Su Rong opened a drawer casually, and inside was a large box of neatly arranged black tube lipsticks.

It costs a lot of money.He sighed for a second and was about to close the drawer, when suddenly he saw an unusual trace of white under the transparent acrylic storage box.

He immediately lifted up the storage box and found that there was a layer of medicine packaging boxes on the bottom of the drawer.

A box full of fluoxetine hydrochloride dispersible tablets and olanzapine tablets.

He didn't know what disease it was for, so he picked up a box and unwrapped it, looking for the instructions to read.

Yu Qiubei was carefully checking the seat opposite, and when he heard the movement from his side, he turned around and saw the medicine box in his hand.

"Fluoxetine? It's for depression." Yu Qiubei approached.

Su Rong only read the beginning of the manual, and quickly found the column of indications, and sure enough, the first item had depression.

He stuffed the manual back and said with a sneer: "President, you really know a lot."

Yu Qiubei pushed him aside, went through the drawer himself, and made sure that there were only these two medicines in it.

Su Rong wondered, "Pan Youqing and Su Xian's roommates are suffering from depression, so what does it have to do with Su Xian's faltering about a roommate going abroad for an exchange?"

Yu Qiubei didn't seem to have any idea, just said to look for other clues.

They were about to turn over other things on this person's seat when there was a sudden commotion outside the door.

It was Pan Youqing who woke up!

They put down their things and went back to the corridor.Pan Youqing was sitting with her back against the wall, her hair was messed up on her face, her eyes were in a daze, her shoulders twitched, Xuan Weiran patted her arm lightly, and said reassuringly that it was all right.

Su Rong felt that now was not a good time to ask questions, and she should wait for Pan Youqing to take a break.But Yu Qiubei obviously didn't agree with what he thought, so he squatted down with a long leg, and asked unequivocally, "Pan Youqing, what happened just now, can you tell us?"

A trace of panic flashed in Pan Youqing's eyes covered by her hair. She stared at Yu Qiubei and yelled twice.

Su Rong thought to herself that this child would not be so unlucky to be scared stupid.

Yu Qiubei called Pan Youqing's name again, Pan Youqing's lips trembled, and she finally responded.

She read out a name: "Yes, it's Liang Jing..."

Yu Qiubei looked at Xuan Weiran and asked her if she knew who Liang Jing was.

Xuan Weiran shook his head blankly.Pan Youqing is not from the student union, they have never dealt with each other in school before, and she has never heard the name Liang Jing from Su Xian.

Su Rong returned to Room 203 alone, and searched through the bookshelf of the person who had the depression medicine, and finally found a textbook with his name written on it.

On the title page, there are two characters written in elegant fonts: Liang Jing.

He took the book back and showed it to Yu Qiubei. Yu Qiubei accepted the book with lowered eyes, showed the title page to Pan Youqing, and asked at the same time: "Isn't Liang Jing your roommate? What does this have to do with her? "

Pan Youqing clutched at her hair in dismay, her sanity gradually became clear, and it became even more painful: "She hanged herself in the dormitory last December..."

"You mean a classmate committed suicide in school?" Xuan Weiran looked at her with a puzzled expression, and asked suspiciously, "Why haven't we heard of such a big thing?"

"We didn't call the police. The dormitory manager asked the school security department to deal with it." Pan Youqing recalled a little bit, "The school told us not to speak out, and gave the remaining three of us the qualifications for insurance research. Her family also knew that her mental state was not good enough. problem, so I didn't come to school to make trouble..."

"Did she commit suicide because of depression?" Su Rong asked.

"That's right..." Pan Youqing wiped away her tears, and hiccupped while crying, "Because she has a bad relationship with her family, it seems that she has been suffering from depression since the first year of freshman year. During December, she was stressed again and again. It was so big that when we were not around, he locked himself in the house and hanged himself like this.”

Su Rong vaguely felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell, so she could only ask further about the information she just said: "Why is she under so much pressure?"

Pan Youqing hesitated for a moment, as if she was thinking: "...We were all under a lot of pressure during the final exam during that time."

Yu Qiubei was just listening quietly, but he couldn't help but ask strangely when he heard this: "Is the final exam of senior year stressful?"

Su Rong immediately realized that something was wrong. There were only a few classes in senior year, so how much pressure can there be!

Pan Youqing stammered and changed her words: "I, I remembered wrongly, it was during that time that she had been in a bad mood after breaking up with her boyfriend..."

Yu Qiubei didn't fully believe her explanation, and opened his mouth to ask another question. Suddenly, the ground under their feet began to tremble, and all people and objects in their sight shook rapidly, disrupting their questioning.

Wang Fan yelled, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Su Rong really wanted to say that there must be no earthquake here, but before she could speak, the creepy bang bang bang hit again.

This time it was not the door panel that was photographed, but the concrete wall beside them.

Countless palm prints came from the end of the corridor, and they rushed to them within two seconds.Inside the wall, there seemed to be countless hands beating non-stop, as if there were thousands of troops, and the wall skin was overwhelmed, and it was constantly being shaken off the white wall.

Pan Youqing was pushed by the palm print, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

Yu Qiubei was still squatting in front of her, helped her up, and called everyone to run to the first floor first.

Wang Fan got the order, and immediately took the lead, holding the kitchen knife that he didn't know when to take it back, whimpering and galloping in the narrower and narrower corridors.

This group of palm prints became heavier and heavier, and the concrete wall was made of plasticine. The contours of the palms became clearer and closer, as if something was breaking through the ground.

A group of people staggered and ran wildly in the frantically trembling corridor, wishing to take three steps at a time when going down the stairs.Wang Fan ran the fastest, while others were still in the stairwell, he had already rushed to the gate, pushed the door twice impatiently, and then was dumbfounded.

The stainless-steel iron door that was originally used for access control has become a dilapidated thick wooden door in the 90_[-]s, and a large rusty copper lock is still hanging on the door.

Others rushed to the gate one after another, and someone behind asked anxiously: "What's wrong? Why are you stuck here and can't get out?"

Wang Fan took a step to the side, revealing the big brass lock that was blocked by his body.

Everyone gasped, a short-cut boy rushed forward and shook the wooden door vigorously, then pulled the brass lock. Seeing that there was really no way to escape from this ghostly place, he could only curse angrily in the end.

The lobby on the first floor is relatively spacious. Even if the palm prints on the wall are chasing from the second floor to the first floor, it will be difficult to get close to the people in the center of the hall for a while.

But something didn't want to give them time to breathe, and everyone heard a strange voice.

It's like a baby's cry, or like a wild cat's meowing_chun, shrill and strange, as if it came from the wall, and with a vague echo, as if it came from afar.No one knows where the sound came from, and no one knows why, everything is unknown, and death is also unknown.

Some girls couldn't bear it psychologically, sobbed softly: "Are we all going to die..."

Desperation is contagious, even Su Rong felt a stomach ache from nervousness.

Yu Qiubei looked at the lock on the door with a frown, and rushed into the dormitory office without explaining, rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the small shaking room, trying to find the key to unlock the lock.

It's a pity that he searched every drawer and couldn't find any keys.

Seeing him return empty-handed, the girl cried even louder.Bancuntou clenched his fist with his right hand and slammed the wooden door heavily, growling distraughtly, "Xiao Yuanyuan! Can you please stop crying!"

Bancuntou had three white hanging eyes and a fierce face. Xiao Yuanyuan was so frightened that she was so frightened that she stopped her tears and dared not let out a breath.

"There will be a solution." Xuan Weiran's face was pale, and he pretended to be calm, "Ling Sihan, didn't I tell you, don't talk to your classmates in this tone."

"When are you still pretending?" Ling Sihan sneered, "Are you hypocritical?"

"You!" Xuan Weiran was too angry to speak.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall changed from despair to tension.

Su Rong recalled the contents of Yu Qiubei's notebook——

Xiao Yuanyuan: A senior in the English Department, the deputy director of the Arts Department of the Student Union.

Ling Sihan: A junior in the Department of Computer Science, a member of the Fighting Club, but not a member of the Student Union.

The ghost hiding in the dark seemed to be dissatisfied that he was ignored, and the shrill howling sound was even louder, surrounded by three-dimensional in all directions, and the floor under his feet also trembled.Xuan Weiran has no time to argue with Ling Sihan for the time being, so he can only focus on the immediate crisis.

Pan Youqing was stimulated and her body hadn't fully recovered yet, her legs gave way and she fell to the ground, she broke down and shouted, "Liang Jing! Don't play tricks anymore!"

Unexpectedly, when she shouted, the weird screams really stopped, and the handprints on the wall stopped slapping randomly. Everything was like the calm before the storm, except that everyone's rapid breathing was particularly harsh.

Su Rong could even hear her heartbeat beating.

He was in a conflicted mood now, he wanted to add trouble to Yu Qiubei, but he didn't want to get himself involved, and end up in a tragic end at the hands of a ghost.

Although it would be death if he failed to complete the mission of the God of Jack Su, at least he felt that God would be gentler than ghosts.

Yu Qiubei was the first to break the silence.He calmly asked Pan Youqing: "Are you hiding something? People who commit suicide should not appear in this world."

Pan Youqing's eyes flickered, she lowered her head and covered her face and sobbed, "I, I knew she blamed me..."

Su Rong pricked up her ears.

"Well, I was actually in the dormitory that day." Pan Youqing's voice was thickly nasal, "There is no laundry room in Building [-], so I took a basin of clothes to the bathroom to wash, and Liang Jing was the only one left in the dormitory." one person……"

"I knew she was depressed, and she wasn't feeling well that day, but I thought it would be fine if I just washed the clothes, so I left her alone in the dormitory."

She choked up for a moment before continuing: "It took me about half an hour to wash, and when I got back to the dormitory and found that the door was locked, I knew something was wrong. I immediately ran downstairs to find the auntie in charge of the dormitory to unlock it, but it was too late after we opened the door." Yes, Liang Jing, she..."

She didn't say that word, saying the word "death" in such an atmosphere is always a bit permeable.

"If I don't wash the clothes for so long, I might be able to save Liang Jing, and everything is still in time."

Is it really?Su Rong felt that there was something wrong with the logic, but facing a girl who was so guilty that she was crying bitterly, he couldn't ask why Liang Jing herself chose to commit suicide but would resent Pan Youqing for not coming back in time to save her.

After she finished speaking, the air froze for a second or two, until the corner of Su Rong's eye suddenly caught sight of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror on the left wall of the hall...

A woman with a crooked neck was quietly hiding under the table in the dormitory supervisor's office, with only one head sticking out, looking at them sullenly with only the whites of her eyes.

Su Rong's mind buzzed, and his whole body couldn't be controlled. He couldn't do anything except freeze in place, even the trivial thing of turning his eyes away.

Knowing that she had been discovered, the female ghost in the dormitory management room grinned at Su Rong with indescribable malice.