Relocation Brigade

Wu Weiwei pretended to be sick. He felt pain everywhere, but there was nothing wrong with the examination.

Chen Ling took the initiative to say, "Why don't you stay in the hospital for observation for a few days first."

Beds in private hospitals were not so tight, and the doctor was also worried that Wu Weiwei had some strange disease, so he agreed.

Chen Ling immediately went through the admission procedures, and bought a medical mask for Wu Weiwei to wear, so that He Jiajun would not recognize him as the security guard who just arrived at the school.

He Jiajun didn't know that there were acquaintances living next door, and after those gangsters left, he felt restless and anxious.

While waiting for the afternoon, he even had a nightmare, which frightened him so much that he sat up from the hospital bed, forgetting the pain in his arm.

He pressed his chest with his other good hand, panting exaggeratedly.

Seeing his sweaty head, the nurse rubbed his hands and asked cautiously, "Master He, what's wrong with you?"

He Jiajun found her annoying, and said harshly, "Don't worry about it!"

How can she not care about it, she is now in charge of the young master's care and care, in case something happens, what will she explain to the He family?

The nurse said: "We have a saying over there, if you have nightmares at night, you can buy a pair of red scissors and press it under the pillow."

He Jiajun thought of Zhou Yuanxin's toes dangling above his head in his dream, and he felt cold all over, and immediately shouted: "Then go buy it for me now!"

The nurse groaned and left in a hurry.

However, He Jiajun couldn't be calm no matter what. In his dream, Zhou Yuanxin's body was hanging on the tree branch outside his ward. No matter how many wards he changed, the body would move with the tree, always looking at him with resentful eyes.

Obviously, the tree has been set on fire, why is this happening?Is it not enough to just burn the tree, and the ashes have to be thrown away?

The more He Jiajun thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. He immediately picked up his mobile phone, wanting to call the gangster who helped with the work before.

After the call was made, the busy tone kept coming back to my ears.

Beep...beep...beep...At first the interval was long, and then the beeps suddenly became rapid, and each and every one was like a heavy drum hitting the heart.

He Jiajun's heart skipped a beat, and he threw the phone out all of a sudden.

He frowned tightly, and pressed his right hand with his left hand, feeling a strong uneasiness in his heart.

But the more uneasy he became, the more impatient he became, fearing that Zhou Yuanxin would not die, and would come to haunt him again... He Jiajun gritted his teeth and stood down from the bed.

The mobile phone fell into the gap between the sofa and the low table, and the low table had to be moved to get the mobile phone out.

He walked over, bent down, and just as his left hand was about to move the low table away, he caught a glimpse of someone standing obliquely behind him from the corner of his eye.

At the same time, in the next ward, Chen Ling suddenly jumped up from his paralyzed state.And De Mu, who rested his head lazily on the young man's lap, also stood up and called out to the door of the ward.

Wu Weiwei took off his mask, "What's wrong?"

Chen Ling: "There's something next door."

After speaking, he carried his mobile phone and went to the corridor. The door of He Jiajun's ward was locked from the inside, and he couldn't open it at all.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, shouting, "He Jiajun! Are you inside!"

He Jiajun was excited when he heard the yelling outside, and wished he could rush to the door immediately, but his feet seemed to be solidified by cement on the ground, and the fingers clasping the short feet had already started to become stiff and numb.

He wanted to close his eyes so as not to look at those slowly approaching, tiptoe feet, but he couldn't even close his eyes.

It’s over.

At this moment, the knocking on the door suddenly stopped.

He Jiajun's hair turned cold, thinking that the life-saving straw was just gone. He was trembling all over, and there were slapping, slapping sounds in his ears.

The toes hit the ground first, and then the heels hit the ground. This walking posture looks very strange, and it is not an action that ordinary people can make at all.

He Jiajun became dizzy in front of his eyes, completely frightened.

This is the first time he knows that the dead can really live in another form, the first time he knows that Zhou Yuanxin walks like this after death.

Outside the door, just as Chen Ling was about to take out the talisman paper, the door was twisted open.

He pushed open the door, and there was only He Jiajun standing in front of the sofa and a few steps back, with a stiff waist, in the room.

"He Jiajun." Chen Ling walked over and patted him on the back.

He Jiajun trembled all over, straightened up suddenly and turned around.

"I'm gone, I'm gone..." His lips trembled, his expression flustered, "Zhou Yuanxin is here, he came to look for me! Why, it shouldn't be..."

The person in front of him is intact, except for a little emotional breakdown.Chen Ling grabbed He Jiajun's arm, "Did you see Zhou Yuanxin just now?"

"Zhou Yuanxin?" He Jiajun raised his head, the person in front of him did not have pale skin, and the hand holding his arm exuded warmth, it was a human being, not a ghost.

He blinked several times in a row, and a series of information entered his mind.

Come to think of it, this is the new transfer student in their class, the transfer student who dares to challenge him directly!

"Why are you here?" He broke away from the opponent's hand and looked him up and down warily.

"My brother is hospitalized in the ward next door. I came to accompany the bed. I was about to go out to buy something when I heard your yelling." Chen Ling said flatly.

He Jiajun responded quickly, "Then why do you ask Zhou Yuanxin?"

"I heard you calling his name."

When people are frightened to the extreme, their thinking and memory cannot be as clear as usual, and when Chen Ling spoke, his expression was serious, He Jiajun actually began to suspect that he had yelled.

He frowned, said oh, picked up his phone, turned back to the hospital bed and lay down on his side.

Before Chen Ling left, he looked back at He Jiajun, "He Jiajun, don't be too extreme in doing things, and leave yourself a way out."

"What do you mean?!" He Jiajun turned over and sat up, protecting his injured hand, staring at the young man.

However, the other party didn't give him face at all. When the voice fell, he had completely left the ward and closed the door behind him.

He Jiajun let out a fuck, and picked up the phone again.

Zhou Yuanxin has become his heart disease. If he doesn't kill him completely, he won't be able to feel at ease for the rest of his life.

Dial out the phone and get through.

The heavy stone in He Jiajun's heart shattered instantly.

The gangster's voice was vague, as if he had just woken up, "Hey, Young Master He."

"What did you do just now, why can't I get through the phone!" He Jiajun asked with a suppressed voice.

On the other end of the phone, the gangster cleared his throat and got off the messy sofa.

His voice was so dry and hoarse, he reached out and took a sip of the water on the table, and then said: "I don't listen to you, I took my brothers out to drink some wine, and fell asleep when I came back."

With the heavy breathing coming from the receiver, the gangster immediately realized that his tone just now was too casual.

He hurriedly said: "Young Master He, do you have something to explain when you call now? I'll go and wake up the others right away."

"Go get Zhou Yuanxin's ashes out and throw them into the river." He Jiajun's voice was filled with impatience and hostility, as well as an imperceptible urgency.

The gangster was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he heard such a request from his employer after so many years at the bottom of society.

"This..." He swallowed, "Young Master He, I, I don't know where your classmate's grave is."

He Jiajun said a number.

The gangster leader was ecstatic in his heart, and agreed without even thinking about it: "I'll send someone to investigate right away!"

Respectfully waiting for Master He to hang up the phone, he turned to look at the people lying in disorder in the living room, and kicked the younger brother who was nearby: "Get up! There is work to do!"

The little brother slept like a pig, and there was no movement at all.

The gangster let out a hey, took two steps forward, and stepped on the other boy, but he still didn't wake up.

He froze for a moment, not believing in evil, and ran into the room again.

On my own bed, the two younger brothers slept with the quilt rolled up in the dark.The gangster shouted loudly, "Don't fucking sleep!"

The two younger brothers closed their eyes tightly, their lips were tightly pressed, and their chests rose and fell regularly with their breathing.

Except for himself, everyone in the room seemed to be on sleeping pills.

"What's going on." The gangster took two steps back in disbelief.

He held his forehead and said to himself, "Could it be a dream? Yes, it must be a dream."

Staggering into the bathroom, he turned on the faucet, trying to wake himself up with cold water.

The transparent liquid splashed out and quickly filled the pool.

The gangster first picked up a handful of water and splashed it on his face, but felt that it was not enough, so he simply buried his whole face in the pool.

For a moment, running water urgently drilled into his mouth and nose, blocking his breathing.

The gangster struggled vigorously, and the water in the pool splashed out with his thumping, splashing everywhere, but he just couldn't straighten up.

He felt a hand pressing down on the back of his neck, pressing down hard and maliciously.

Who is going to kill me? !

The moment the thought came to him, he felt that the suppression on the back of his neck was removed.

The gangster immediately stood up and turned back.

It was a pale boy with an unfamiliar face, staring at him sullenly.

That sight was very irritating, the gangster raised his fist and threw it at him, but missed.

The boy was wearing a school uniform with a dark smile.

His walking posture was very strange, as if he was being hung by a rope, he moved to the bathroom door after a pause.

The gangster's scalp was numb, and he suddenly remembered what Shao He had mentioned, the boy who was hanged on the school tree.

Hearing that people who are full of bandits and hostile spirits will not be invaded by ghosts, the leader of the gangster emboldened himself, puffed up his chest and cursed at Zhou Yuanxin: "You dare to scare me, I will kill you!"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the gangster suddenly felt that he was not so afraid, and as if venting, he picked up the soap box at hand and threw it at the door.

The figure standing at the door disappeared in a flash.

The gangster poked his head out and found that Zhou Yuanxin had entered the kitchen. He turned around and picked up a toilet brush and chased him all the way into the kitchen.

In a messy kitchen, there is nothing.

He turned around full of doubts, and a pair of hands suddenly came up from behind, strangled his neck and lifted it up.

The feet gradually left the ground, and the gangster tried his best to touch the ground with his toes. The skin on his face was flushed from holding his breath, and the feeling of suffocation that had just eased surged up again.