Relocation Brigade

Snapped--

The gravity of the palm rubbed against the cheek, making a crisp sound.

The people in the class collectively lost their voices and looked at He Jiajun in surprise.

You know, He Jiajun and Cheng Le have such a good relationship that they can wear a pair of pants, skipping classes, fighting, smoking, what not to do together, like today's situation where one smokes the other, everyone has never seen or heard of it.

Looking at Cheng Le's face that was slapped to one side, many people were nervous, looking forward to it, and couldn't wait to see if this pair of good brothers would fight each other next.

However, they were disappointed.

Cheng Le didn't wake up because of that slap.

His dazed eyes only remained sober for a moment, and then showed unprecedented panic again.

"Go away!" Cheng Le seemed to have forgotten the pain on his face, raised his legs and jumped onto the stool from the ground, fiddled with both hands in the void.

"What's wrong with him..." Chen Ling heard He Wanwan who was standing beside him ask in a low voice.

Before she could speak, she heard her say again: "Is Zhou Yuanxin pestering him, is Zhou Yuanxin looking for him!"

Only then did Chen Ling turn his head to look over. The girl's lips were trembling, and her hands were tightly clutching her arms. This was a defensive posture of self-protection. At this moment, her heart was filled with too much fear and fear.

"Why do you say Zhou Yuanxin?" Chen Ling asked back, "Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Letter..." He Wanwan seemed to say the words unconsciously, her voice was light and weak, and her eyes were empty.

Chen Ling stared at her for a while, then suddenly reached out and pressed her shoulder.

The temperature in the palm gave He Wanwan a burning sensation. She suddenly recovered from her panic and looked at Chen Ling.

Chen Ling withdrew his hand and asked, "Why do you say it was Zhou Yuanxin, maybe it was just Cheng Le who had a nightmare?"

Cheng Le on the other end was still screaming and going crazy, as if trying to avoid something, he raised his legs again and jumped onto the desk.

"Because... because of Cheng Le..." He Wanwan choked up, the voice in her throat could not be squeezed out, and her mind was in chaos.

She closed her eyes to calm herself down, and grabbed her palm hard, "Cheng Le once made a game where Zhou Yuanxin stood on a stool, and then threw him with chalk. Squat down, and you'll be stuck in the bathroom afterwards..."

He Wanwan didn't say what happened next, but Chen Ling could guess that being stuck in the bathroom is definitely not as simple and easy as peeing.

"So you think Cheng Le ran into ghosts in the classroom in broad daylight?" Chen Ling's tone was unhurried, with a hint of sarcasm that only he knew.

Even if Zhou Yuanxin's soul is really hidden, as long as he shows up, he will definitely feel it.But the classroom is very clean, nothing.

What kind of ghost revenge is just a guilty imagination.

He Wanwan was confused now, she nodded, raised her hand to hug her arm again, and took a step back, trying to get as far away from Cheng Le as possible.

Chen Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly walked behind He Jiajun, "He was haunted by a nightmare, try to slap him again."

He Jiajun's eyes shot out fiercely, "You lied to me."

"What good does it do me if I lie to you?" Chen Ling said, "When I was young, a neighbor had this situation. If one slap is not enough, then two slaps, and if two slaps are not enough, continue to slap until the other party is completely awake."

He raised his head, "If you don't believe me, you can try it."

He Jiajun hesitated, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare.

Cheng Le's temper is hot and anxious, what if he wakes up and fights him because of this matter?He Jiajun thinks that he is not a fool, he will not get himself burned.

So he turned his head and looked at the little follower next to him: "Did you hear that? You go."

The little follower flinched, "Brother Jun, I slapped you down, don't hit me when Brother Cheng wakes up."

"Go as soon as I tell you!" He Jiajun was a little anxious, looking at the newly added wounds on Cheng Le's legs, scratched by nails, he felt inexplicably irritable and flustered.

The little follower swallowed, and could only step forward.

He raised one hand, and while closing his eyes, he lowered it heavily.

The crisp sound exploded again.

Cheng Le's feet were already unstable, but now that he was attacked by an external force, his body slanted to the right uncontrollably, and he fell directly from the desk.

His head hit the blackboard on the back wall with a bang.

The attendant didn't expect to beat him like this in one go, and backed away in a hurry.

He Jiajun glanced at him, walked up to Cheng Le and squatted down.

Cheng Le was completely awake, but felt a more real pain. He sat up while holding his splitting head, and looked at He Jiajun, "What's wrong with me?"

"You are haunted by nightmares." After finishing speaking, He Jiajun turned to look at Chen Ling, "That classmate said that slapping you can wake you up."

The people around all focused their eyes on Chen Ling instantly.

Chen Ling pursed his lips, and met Cheng Le's gaze: "The first slap was from He Jiajun, but you were not awake. Look at your legs, they were all caught by you just now. Then I said goodbye Try it a little more. In the end, you didn't know that your buddy's hands are so heavy, and he slapped you on the ground."

When Cheng Le heard this, she really looked at her legs.

The calf was densely covered with scratches, some were a little bit torn, some were raised red marks, and some were oozing blood.

He was not in the mood to settle accounts now, except for He Jiajun, Chen Ling and the younger brother who had been slapped all gave warning glances.

"Jiajun, give me a hand and take me to the infirmary." Cheng Le was dizzy, and was hit hard just now.

He Jiajun stretched out his hand to help, "Do you want to go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"No need." Cheng Le walked out step by step, just after leaving the classroom door, the class bell rang.

The teacher in the corridor was startled when he saw the two supporting each other, and hurriedly walked a few steps.

"You are..." He gasped, startled by the scratch on Cheng Le's leg.

Cheng Le: "I'll ask for leave to go to the infirmary."

The teacher hurriedly said: "Go and go."

Cheng Le thanked him casually, and motioned He Jiajun to go faster.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the pain in his leg, which he didn't feel much just now, suddenly intensified, which was unbearable.

The teacher in charge turned his head and looked at the person being supported. His gaze moved from Cheng Le's calf to his heel.

The walking posture of those two feet is too strange. He is obviously limping because of his injuries, but he insists on walking on his feet.

There was no one in the infirmary, and the teacher didn't know where he went.

After placing Cheng Le, He Jiajun said, "Sit down for a while, I'll go to the teacher to have a look."

"Go ahead, go to the supermarket and buy me a bottle of water, I'm so fucking thirsty." Cheng Le moved his body onto the hospital bed, and only moved his legs up after he sat firmly.

He looked at his two calves.

After leaving the classroom, the wound cracked so badly that even the one that didn't bleed before began to bleed.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and inhaled in pain, feeling more and more irritable and upset.

As soon as He Jiajun left, there was only one person left in the entire infirmary.Cheng Le looked up at the infirmary. The space was very large. There were eight hospital beds in total, and a blue curtain was erected between the beds.

At this time, the wind blows in.

The curtains began to dance, occasionally rustling.

Cheng Le gradually became a little scared. To be precise, he has been immersed in fear since he lost in the poker bridge game.

His eyes stopped uncontrollably on one of the curtains.

The curtain fluttered faster than the others, as if an invisible hand was pulling it. He swallowed nervously and shrank towards the head of the bed.

The sound of hula rang in my ears, and then stopped suddenly.

The curtain that was flickering a second ago, like a movie screen that was suddenly paused, all stopped.

Cheng Le saw an extra figure behind the curtain that he had been staring at before.

The figure sat on the bed like him, motionless.

The cold air rushed up along the heels, and Cheng Le's teeth began to lose control, colliding up and down, making a rattling sound.

Immediately afterwards, the figure also made a sound.

Tap, tap, tap, tap... It was like water dripping on the bed, and it was like the protest sound of joints that had been inactive for a long time during exercise.

"Who..." He pinched his thigh hard, trying to find some courage, "Who's there!"

The rattling sound continued, and the black figure also stood up from behind the curtain.

"Ah!" Cheng Le was taken aback by the other party's sudden movement. He gritted his teeth and stood up against the wall behind him. His height was suddenly higher than the horizontal poles hanging the curtains.

He clearly saw that there was no one behind the curtain of shadows.

Suddenly, Cheng Le broke out in a cold sweat, his legs felt weak, and the pain became more intense.

He gritted his teeth and jumped out of bed, rushing to the door.

It seemed that the door would never be reached, no matter how he ran, he was always one step away from the doorknob.

Cheng Le was trembling all over, and shouted loudly: "Come here! Teacher, help! He Jiajun, save me!"

The click sounded again.

Close at hand.

Cheng Le froze in place, his heart was beating, his skin was tight, and the blood in his body was condensed by an unknown chill.

He tried to yell, but couldn't utter a word.

The clicking sound was on the right, but he didn't have the courage to turn his head to explore.

But things didn't go as expected, a huge force pressed on the back of his head, forcing him to turn his head away.

is a woman.

To be exact, it was a pale-skinned woman with a perfect face, wearing a bright red dress, with a smile on her lips.

That smile was gentle and serene, but for some reason, it always made Cheng Le feel gloomy.

Bloody tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, hitting the ground one by one, and some of the tears that exploded still stuck to the tip of his shoe.

The needle-sized point, like a blooming flower, gradually enlarged and spread, covering his entire shoe, spreading from the shoe opening to his calf, and getting into his open wounds.

"Does it hurt?" A horrifying voice came from the front.

Cheng Le raised his head suddenly, and saw a frighteningly familiar person standing at the door of the infirmary.

The man's face was pale and blue, and there was a circle of blackened strangle marks on his neck.

The other party just looked at him quietly, like looking at a dying animal in a cage.

"Zhou... Zhou... Zhou Yuan..."

His tongue was tied, his mouth was filled with a fishy-sweet taste, and his chest heaved uncontrollably.

Sharp pain hit, Cheng Le lowered his head again, he saw many small bulges on his legs, they burrowed under the skin.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a red shadow, and the woman on the right was gone.

Cheng Le didn't think the crisis was resolved, and his intuition about death told him that the matter was far from over.

Gradually, he felt his back getting heavier and heavier, the cold breath sprayed on the side of his neck, and the slippery touch rubbed against his skin, bringing up goose bumps.

A pair of slender and cold arms wrapped around his neck.

Only then did he feel that something cold was hanging on his back.

It was the woman who shed blood and tears just now.

"You're going to die."

Zhou Yuanxin's voice suddenly approached, and Cheng Le met his eyes as soon as he raised his head, and his neck, which was completely exposed, was completely exposed and could be easily broken.

Cheng Le felt that it was getting difficult to breathe. He opened his mouth and desperately sucked in oxygen.

To no avail.

His eyes began to blur, and there was piercing ringing in his ears. He felt that his joints were swollen and stiff because he couldn't breathe... death was really near.

"Cheng Le, Cheng Le!!"

Someone is calling me, who is it, come and save me, save me... Cheng Le suddenly regained his strength and struggled.

The vision that had been blackened suddenly became clear, and He Jiajun's face was right in front of him.

He Jiajun breathed a sigh of relief, and sat sideways on the side of the hospital bed, "What the hell are you doing, I went out and came back and you fell asleep, and you couldn't wake up no matter how you screamed."

"Jiajun." Cheng Le was limp and without strength, he stared straight at the chandelier on the ceiling.

The lamp swayed back and forth, and the round bulb gradually elongated, getting longer and longer, and turned into a human shape.

He said: "I saw Zhou Yuanxin, he has a helper, he is going to kill me, they are going to kill us!"

The shape of the human-shaped thing is gradually plump, with hanging hair, whitish nails, their familiar school uniform, and a pair of whitish sneakers.

Cheng Le's eyes opened wider and wider, and the blood-stained eyeballs almost bulged out of their sockets.

"Zhou Yuanxin..."

As his voice fell, the thing hanging from the light wire began to wobble, wobble.

The white ceiling struggled to bear the weight and creaked, creaked.

He Jiajun's scalp was numb from Fa Xiao's eyes, he stood up abruptly, and looked up at the top of his head.

Nothing but light bulbs dangling back and forth.

He Jiajun rubbed his eyebrows, he was very annoyed by Cheng Le's current situation, he even wanted to pry the other's head open to see what was inside.

"Cheng Le, there are no ghosts in the world, don't scare yourself." This is just a pale comfort. He Jiajun knows that the recent events cannot be explained by science.

Cheng Le shook his head and raised his finger to the air, "You are wrong, there is a ghost, Zhou Yuanxin is there, with his toes hanging above my head."

He Jiajun opened his mouth, smiled dryly and pressed Fa Xiao's hand down, "This is your illusion."

Cheng Le excitedly said: "It's not a hallucination! I'm not crazy, how could I have hallucinations?!"

"Cheng Le, ever since you lost that day, you have been very abnormal, trembling, chattering, and refusing to sleep in the dormitory at night."

He Jiajun deceived himself and tried to steer the topic towards science so that he would not be so afraid, "Think about it carefully, if you don't sleep for two consecutive nights and think wildly, no one will be in a good mental state."

"I didn't!" Cheng Le grabbed He Jiajun's arm, "Why don't you believe me."

He Jiajun got angry and growled, "If it's true, why can't I see it! There's nothing else in this infirmary besides you and me!"

"Can't you see?" Cheng Le raised his head and looked at the person hanging from the ceiling again. After a while, he looked down at the opposite person and suddenly smiled.

He said, "Probably it's not your turn yet."

He Jiajun's blood surged, he tried his best to keep himself calm these days, trying not to associate those strange things with Zhou Yuanxin, in order not to become a lunatic like Cheng Le!

But Cheng Le didn't want him to have a good time, and viciously wanted to turn him into a lunatic!

Cheng Le couldn't see the small anger at all, and he said again: "I think I'm dying, and when it's your turn to die, you will see it."

"Shut up! You fucking shut up!"

"You'll see him hanging before your eyes, you'll feel his toes touch the top of your head, you'll feel..."

"I tell you to shut up!" He Jiajun couldn't take it anymore, and threw his iron fist towards Cheng Le's face.

Cheng Le was pulled back to his senses by the sudden pain, and the pair of feet hanging in front of his eyes, as well as Zhou Yuanxin's eyes staring down at him, were all gone.

He Jiajun lost his mind, he used [-]% of his strength for each fist, he couldn't hear the sound, and he couldn't see Fa Xiao's mouth that kept opening and closing, and there was only one thought in his mind:

Kill him, kill him, make him shut up!Shut up forever!

After Cheng Le continued to yell to no avail, he was also aroused into anger. He raised his knees to touch He Jiajun's stomach, and took advantage of the time when the other party fell to the ground in pain, and fought back desperately.

When the infirmary teacher came back after treating the injured students in the physical education class, the two people on the ground had their faces covered in blood, especially He Jiajun, who had passed out.

Cheng Le was so strong that his adult teacher couldn't hold him back, so he could only call the security office.

Wu Weiwei smelled blood when he was still in the corridor. He went in with another security guard, and it took a lot of effort to pull Cheng Le away.

Cheng Le's emotions were still very agitated, he gasped for breath, the blood and the pain in his body aroused the most primitive animal nature hidden in his bones, wanting to be violent, he wished to rush up and kick his feet again.

Wu Weiwei forcefully twisted his arm behind his back, and when he was taking him away with his colleagues, he looked back at the infirmary again.

Chen Ling didn't need to do anything, even with his insensitivity, he could detect the strong Yin energy in it.

Before he got here, there were other things in the infirmary.

After taking Cheng Le to the security office, Wu Weiwei found an opportunity to send him a message to Brother Chen, reporting his new discovery.

After Chen Ling received it, he immediately raised his hand: "Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom."

Before he was officially transferred to the class, Principal Jin took him to meet the teachers, and told the teachers that this student was special, so he should not interfere with anything he did.

The teachers took it for granted that this was the young son of some big man.

So when Chen Ling finished speaking, the geography teacher nodded kindly and said, "Go."

Chen Ling: "Thank you teacher."

He Wanwan glanced at him, didn't speak, and continued to take notes.

Chen Ling walked out of the classroom door and slipped directly to the infirmary.

The infirmary was in chaos, and He Jiajun was still lying on the ground after being unconscious, no one dared to touch him rashly.

Seeing the student who suddenly appeared, the teacher in the infirmary stretched out his hand to hold him back, and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"A little bit of heat stroke." Chen Ling looked at the floor of the room and said in surprise, "Isn't that He Jiajun from our class? Teacher, what's wrong with him?"

"It's nothing." The teacher in the infirmary didn't want to talk nonsense behind his back before the matter became clear, so he changed the subject, "If you suffer from heat stroke, rest outside in a cool place, and then I'll give you a Huoxiangzhengqi liquid?"

Seeing that Chen Ling was still staring at the house, he sighed and said, "The ambulance will come soon, and the house will be in chaos. Even if you go in, you won't be able to stay."

"Then I'll go outside." Chen Ling squeezed the strong-smelling Huoxiangzhengqi water in his hand, and went to the shade of the tree outside the clinic.

Wu Weiwei pretended to come over to check the situation, and sat down next to Brother Chen.

It's really not bragging, their brother Chen looks good even in school uniform.

Chen Ling raised the Huoxiang Zhengqi liquid in his hand to Wu Weiwei's eyes: "Drink? Please."

"...don't drink." Wu Weiwei moved aside in disgust.

Chen Ling sighed sadly, the lie he told, he was going to kneel down, and when he closed his eyes, he threw his head up and poured it like he was going to die.

After pouring water, he stuck out his tongue with a bitter face.

Wu Weiwei took out a small bottle of mineral water from his pocket and handed it over.

Chen Ling quickly took a sip, took another breath secretly, and finally felt alive.

Raising his hand to wipe off the drops of water from the corner of his mouth, he asked, "I've been at the security office for two hours, did you find anything?"

Wu Weiwei said: "Yes. There is a building in this school named Shenzhou. Did you know about it?"

"I know, before entering the class, Principal Jin passed by the building when he showed me around." Chen Ling looked up at the time, and the whole building is not very new. According to the principal, it should have been built eight years ago.

Wu Weiwei: "I heard that the building is not clean."

Chen Ling shook his head: "I didn't feel it."

Wu Weiwei said: "I heard from an old security guard that they would avoid that building when patrolling at night, even if thieves sneaked into the campus, they would not go in to check."

Chen Ling: "Since they say that, someone should have seen it with their own eyes, or heard something with their own ears."

"You're sure, someone has seen it." Wu Weiwei said mysteriously, "It is said that a janitor saw it a long time ago. At that time, the school was not as large as it is today, and there were no patrolling security guards. In addition to guarding the gate, the uncle is also responsible for night watch. When he walked to that building, guess what he saw?"

Under the shade of a tree, Chen Ling touched the back of his neck and asked, "What do you see?"