when i got pregnant with the last god cub

Song Cheng froze, before he had time to think, he immediately patted the arm covered by black hair.

Before his hands touched those things, his hair receded as quickly as fire.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The woman was able to catch her breath and immediately bent down and coughed violently, as if she wanted to cough up her entire lung.

The people in the carriage cast strange glances, but Song Cheng didn't realize it.

His eyes fell on the twisted black hair that the woman spat on the ground.

When did you get in?

"Thank you... thank you."

The woman's voice was hoarse, as if it had been ground by a stone, with a dry and bitter taste.

Her hands subconsciously grabbed the hat on top of her head, and Song Cheng noticed that the woman had short hair that only reached the ears.

It seems that the endless black that spread before was his illusion.

She looked at the handsome young man in front of her, hesitating to speak, and the man sat on the seat beside the aisle without the slightest evasion, keeping a not too far distance from her.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, and said cautiously:

"Hi, did you see that scene just now?"

The young man nodded. Although he didn't speak, there was a gentle and reassuring aura about him.

The woman couldn't help but crackle her words like pouring beans.

"My name is Wu Xinlan, and I live in Tianyuan City not far in front of me. I, I don't know why this kind of thing happened!"

Wu Xinlan is an ordinary white-collar worker. She goes to and from work on time from [-] to [-] every day. Because she needs to save money to buy a house with her boyfriend, she is very frugal in food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The subway line near the two has not yet passed, so they can only take the bus besides riding a battery car.

And the only small e-Donkey at home was ridden by her boyfriend who changed jobs. Wu Xinlan had no choice but to accommodate her boyfriend who worked farther away.

Then something terrible happened.

"...Since I took the No. 4 bus, I have been repeating a nightmare every night!"

Wu Xinlan's pupils shrank silently, Song Cheng frowned and asked:

"What nightmare?"

"I, I dreamed that when I was in the middle of the night, I was sitting alone on this bus, and there was no one around, around!"

The bus was driving unhurriedly, the gray area outside the window was like a dusty world, Wu Xinlan couldn't see anything clearly.

The surroundings were dead and gloomy, and not a ray of light could penetrate.Wu Xinlan felt that she was glued to this chair and couldn't move, she couldn't even turn her head.

She could only stare helplessly at the pale handprints on the windshield of the driver in front of her.

I don't know where the bus is going, and I don't know where it will end.

She just calculated the time roughly, the car would stop every 3 minutes.

The front door opened with a heavy "squeak", and white mist poured in, carrying a frightening cold air.

Something got into the car.

Wu Xinlan's teeth were chattering, and the car door was closed again after a while, blocking the only connection point between the two spaces.

She watched as the fog that clustered in the middle of the carriage gradually dissipated, revealing two pale figures.

They have no facial features on their faces, but their limbs are thin and long, drooping aside, silently watching the only alien in the car.

Wu Xinlan wished she could run away, but she couldn't move, and when the feeling reached her brain, her face was already covered with frightened tears.

Those two things didn't make any further moves, they just stood there quietly without moving.

The bus continued to drive forward one stop after another, and more and more slender figures came up.

They stood everywhere without hesitation, and even one or two had already stood in front of Wu Xinlan.

The weird silence made her feel more and more hairy, and she didn't know how many times the car stopped, because she couldn't count it.

Wu Xinlan gave up resisting, thinking that this was just a strange dream, and she only had this feeling of being unable to move because her body was numb from sleep.

Drowsy, the car pulled up again, and the front door slowly opened with a teeth-piercing sound.

"Squeak-"

"boom!"

A loud noise woke up Wu Xinlan who was in a daze and her eyes were closed. She thought she had escaped from the dream, but when she opened her eyes abruptly, she was still on this crushing bus.

The car door was opened, and the fog permeated again but only stayed on the stairs.

Nothing appeared in Wu Xinlan's line of sight, but those slender figures who were crowded together and never moved began to move.

They moved slowly to both sides, as if someone passed by in the middle, leaving an obvious passage.

The passage was not very big, but it was enough for an adult to walk around, so Wu Xinlan watched helplessly as the passage led straight to her side, and then stopped.

The car door closed quietly, and she stared wide-eyed looking for the invisible passenger.

Until her hair was slowly lifted by a cold hand, Wu Xinlan felt as if she had fallen into a cellar of ice.

"I can't see it, and I don't know what it is! It's standing right behind me..."

The woman covered her face with a broken expression, Song Cheng panicked and quickly took out a tissue from his bag and handed it over.

When she looked up, everyone in the carriage looked at them strangely, Wu Xinlan cried too loudly.

"Calm down first, what happened next?" Song Cheng comforted.

Wu Xinlan wiped away her tears, her expression was in a trance with a sense of panic and fear.

"It's brushing my hair..."

Once, again and again, every time I brush my scalp, there will be severe pain, as if an invisible nail is combing and pulling on my head.

It was a kind of torment that put people on the fire and burned them. Wu Xinlan couldn't remember how many times the person had combed. She was already in so much pain that she couldn't think.

Then in the next second, she felt something cool slide over her face, and looked down.

It turned out that her skin fell to the ground, it was pale and intact.

Wu Xinlan couldn't stand the crazy scream that stimulated her, and then the scene changed, and she woke up.

"I've been having this dream for six days..."

The woman closed her eyes in despair, and suddenly took off the hat on her head as if she remembered something.

"I tried cutting my hair off and it didn't work, it didn't work at all!"

Wu Xinlan has hair on one side of her head and not on the other. It seems that she shaved half of it after a breakdown and didn't have the courage to shave it.

Song Cheng didn't pay attention when he first watched it, but now he realizes that the woman in front of him has shaved a yin and yang head.

It's better not to shave.

Song Chenggang was about to say something, when suddenly the radio reported the site.

"The South Gate of Tanglin University is here, please prepare for the passengers getting off..."

When they arrived at the station, Song Cheng didn't have time to chat with Wu Xinlan, so he had to report his mobile phone number to her, and got out of the car in a hurry.

He never imagined that he would encounter this kind of thing just by going out and taking a bus.

Although he had encountered many times before, every time he could hide as much as he could,

Thinking of a way to remind future generations that people don't take it seriously, he didn't dare to meddle in their own business.

Especially before marrying a man, whenever he gets close to those things, they will instantly switch targets like tarsal maggots.

Song Chengke has suffered too much from being the liver and lungs of a donkey with good intentions.

What surprised him the most this time was that when he was about to touch those hairs, those things flinched in fear.

This was an unprecedented situation, so that Song Cheng was completely dumbfounded.

Could it be that those things are afraid of the cub in his belly like they are afraid of a man?

This is too much Oh, the whole family feels like he is a rookie, which is great.

Song Cheng patted his belly lightly, "Good job, son."

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, many students of Tanglin University still arrived at the school one after another. Those who came had already accompanied each other, chatting and laughing, and went to the teaching building to pick up the books.

Song Cheng took off his stuffy peaked cap to reveal a clean and handsome face. Under the long-term sunlight, his fair skin not only did not turn red, but instead appeared more radiant and transparent.

He was walking on the road with a tall figure and a face like a jade crown. After a while, many girls turned their heads frequently, covering their mouths and whispering to their companions.

A few even recognized him as the grassroots of the Civil Engineering Institute who was in poor health and applied for homeschooling, and they were eager to strike up a conversation.

But there was no expression on the young man's pretty face, and there was a faint air of desolation between his brows.

They were tangled and flinched, and could only sigh regretfully as the man walked into the dormitory building.

Song Cheng's new books were kept in the dormitory of the school committee, and he used his campus card to open the dormitory's guardrail door and go up to the fifth floor.

The dormitory building of the school is a typical back-shaped corridor, with a large hollow transparent roof in the middle.

I don't know if it's to save money or to look good, the aisles on both sides are very narrow, and when it rains, the whole place is wet, and there is water when you step on it.

Song Cheng walked all the way in along the house number, and when he passed the 521 dormitory, his footsteps paused for a moment.

521 has been sealed by the school since two students died in this dormitory.

One died in the sink, and the other shredded like crumbled confetti into the bathroom drain.

Even though Song Cheng has been in the past three years to today, he can clearly remember every detail of what happened that day, and for the first time he felt the existence of those things in the darkness positively.

It was a very hot September day and they were basking in the sun, practicing the same posture over and over again.

The military training uniform issued by the school only has two jackets that can be changed and washed, but only one pair of trousers, as well as shoes.

There were four people in their dormitory, and the military training stopped abruptly after the tall man died.

The policemen who came to interrogate them, and the remaining three who were frequently called to talk by the school leaders were almost on the verge of breaking their nerves.

Song Cheng remembered that the weather was so stuffy that day that people were sweating profusely. They were called to fight psychological warfare again, and they went one by one and came back one by one.

The school officials did not allow the three of them to leave the school. They lived in such a dead dormitory, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it was almost impossible to circulate.

Song Cheng was the first to go, then the school committee, and the last one was Wei Tanxing, who was slightly fat.

When Wei Tanxing came back, the sun was shining brightly outside, his pale face was scary, and his black clothes were soaked in sweat, emitting an unpleasant sour smell in the air-conditioned room.

After he came back, he took a change of clothes and rushed into the bathroom without saying a word.

Song Cheng and the school committee didn't notice something was wrong immediately, they sat together and played the game absent-mindedly.

Song Cheng's Cai Wenji nursed her to death, and the school committee who played Li Bai didn't get any better, giving away seven heads one after another.

Wei Tanxing came out of the bathroom, making a lot of noise.

He didn't know what he was cursing, but he looked very angry and silently terrified.

Song Cheng put down his phone, and asked with a frown: "Lao Xing, are you okay?"

It was good that he didn't speak, but when he made a sound, Wei Tanxing became even more angry, as if he had been poked to reveal something.

"What can I do? Don't worry about it!"

The quarrel was on the verge of breaking out, and the face of the school committee immediately looked bad.

But like Song Cheng, he didn't have time to say anything, Wei Tanxing rubbed his arms, cursed loudly "Damn", and rushed into the bathroom again.

This time, it took him half an hour to come out, and when he came out, his face was almost ashen with ashes.

Wei Tanxing's body has turned pale from the cold water after washing for too long, and the skin on his fingers is wrinkled.

He wiped his head with a towel, then walked over and pretended to be innocent and asked:

"What are you doing?"

Song Cheng didn't want to be choked by him again without saying a word, the school committee said lazily and perfunctorily:

"Nothing, just play around."

Wei Tanxing nodded, and was about to say something more suddenly, his movements stopped, and the flesh on his face trembled slightly.

There was a look of collapse and panic in his eyes, Song Cheng didn't understand why, until he saw a sticky white grease-like thing quickly appearing on Wei Tanxing's arm.

The faint sour smell in the air-conditioned room floated into the nasal cavity, making people sick.

Both he and the school committee stared blankly at this scene, at a loss for what to do.

And Wei Tanxing is even more abnormal, he fears death more than anyone else.

The fate of the tall man still vaguely appeared in their minds, he didn't want to die!

Wei Tanxing was about to rush into the bathroom without even thinking about it, but Song Cheng hesitated and stopped him.

"Wait, you can't wash anymore, your body won't be able to bear it!"

For some reason, Song Cheng had an intuition that something would happen if Wei Tanxing continued to wash like this.

But the man was already crazy, and he couldn't listen to any of his words at all, and the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom again.

This time Song Cheng and the school committee waited outside for a long time, but Wei Tanxing didn't come out either.

They hurriedly opened the door, and there was no one else in the bathroom except for a disgusting sour smell.

Wei Tanxing just disappeared out of thin air.

Under their noses, a 160-jin boy quietly disappeared.

Song Cheng and the school committee looked at each other, their faces turned pale.

The bathroom drain was blocked the day Wei Tanxing disappeared, and the school hired a repairman to fix it.

The repairman took out human hair and minced meat from the pipeline. After comparing them with DNA, the police confirmed that the owner of these tissues was Wei Tanxing.

The only other party present, Song Chenghe, was subjected to unprecedented torture and psychological tactics. If there was no surveillance video to prove their innocence, they would have already been called murderers.

Now that Song Cheng recalled that messy past, he still felt as if he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't breathe.

They are terrified and nervous, while the evil spirits hiding in the depths laugh secretly, watching their ugly desires.

After a moment of trance, Song Cheng stood at the door of the school committee's dormitory.

The school committee's name is Li Xian. After that incident, Song Cheng went home to study by himself, while Li Xian inserted himself into the dormitory of another class.

He was about to knock on the door, but the door opened from the inside.

A burly and strong foreign class student was holding the doorknob, and shouted impatiently inside, looking a little frustrated.

"Damn it, yesterday I asked you to bring a box up and you refused, but now I'm on your way—"

The voice of the foreign class student stopped abruptly the moment his gaze touched Song Cheng.

"Who are you?"

Although the tall and strong facial features of that person are rough, they are still heroic and manly, and their eyes are also sharp and cold.

Song Cheng took a step back subconsciously, could it be that he went to the wrong dormitory?

"Excuse me, is Li Xian in this dormitory?"

He could only pretend to be calm, but his fair ears were half red, and the man's expression froze when he heard Li Xian's name.

"Song Cheng, are you here?"

At this time, a tall and thin boy came out of the dormitory, grabbed the shirt he was wearing and hadn't buttoned it.

Li Xian naturally pushed the foreign class student out of the door, pulled the young man over and entered the dormitory.

Song Cheng turned his head and glanced at the foreign class student who walked away silently, and couldn't help asking:

"School committee, that person just now...is your roommate? I don't think I've seen it before."

Li Xian nodded and smiled shyly.

"Didn't my previous two roommates have girlfriends? They both moved out, and then the one from the outer courtyard moved in. That's the one you saw just now."

Song Cheng: "Oh." It's like a smile but not a smile.

Li Xian: "..."

The thin-skinned guy couldn't hold back anymore, and whispered: "Then what...he is also my new friend."

"You don't care about it in broad daylight. It seems that I will report to you in advance when I go back to school."

Song Cheng had an expression of "as expected", and he said why the sentence he heard at the door was so fascinating.

Li Xian lowered his head a little embarrassed, "Cough, I didn't expect you to come so early."

"You came alone? Where's the one at home?"

Li Xian is the only person in the school who knows that Song Cheng is married. Because of their unusual revolutionary friendship and their experience of dying and dying, they are very honest with each other.

"Yeah, there was... a small incident on the way here."

Song Cheng touched his nose, but swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

After all, Li Xian is not the same kind of person as him. Although there was a common experience, it was three years ago.

He didn't want his ordinary words to scare people so that they couldn't sleep at night.

Li Xian didn't notice his unnatural expression, knelt down and took out Song Chengyao's new books from the belly of the table, and said with a smile:

"It's true, Mr. Zheng. No matter how busy you are, can't you spend some time with you?"

He didn't know the real face of the man, and the only time he saw Zheng Yanxu, the man was also well-dressed.

"Then, all the books you want are here. By the way, I also put some notes and materials I made in class for you in this bag. You can put them away."

Song Cheng agreed and collected the materials.

Originally, he came so early to invite Li Xian to dinner, but the current situation didn't seem to allow him to stay for too long.

Li Xian's boyfriend is still out in the sun.

So Song Cheng greeted Li Xian after he got the book, and had no choice but to invite him to dinner another day, and then went straight downstairs.

As soon as I left the dormitory, the sky became gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain.

Song Cheng hugged a few brand new textbooks in his arms, and quickened his pace to leave the campus.

No matter how fast he walked, there were still a few steps away from the school gate, the pearl-sized raindrops still fell down with no mercy.

Song Cheng blocked the book with his body a little annoyed, he would have waited downstairs for a while before leaving, or asked Li Xian to borrow an umbrella.

But he just took a little bit of luck, thinking that he would definitely be able to get in the car before it rained, and it turned out that he would definitely be drowned when he went back.

Song Cheng thought like this, but the raindrops on his body were seldom, almost all passed by dangerously.

He didn't notice this strange detail either. All around were classmates running wildly with their heads in their arms, and girls holding books to shelter them from the rain.

At this moment, amidst the hurried shouts of the crowd, a deep voice rang clearly in Song Cheng's ear.

"Certificate."

Song Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then looked up abruptly.

A man in a black suit with a white collar was standing more than ten meters away in front of him, holding a black umbrella and waiting for him to approach.

Zheng Yanxu's figure was tall and straight like a sharp sword, but there was a very faint smile on his handsome face, which seemed frivolous and ungrateful.

People entering and leaving the campus couldn't help but stare at the man, who was really dazzling and eye-catching.

So much so that in such bad weather, he stood there like an inviolable god, and even the surrounding rain gave way to him.

As he walked towards Song Cheng, the space stopped rotating every time he took a step, and the picture was still.

Then the man successfully covered the young man's head with the umbrella in his hand, and after holding his wife's hand, he evoked a doting smile:

"Come on, go home."

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