Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

Qing Qing sneaked into Duan Liheng's house secretly, and the living room was empty, so he glanced at the other's confinement room and decided to guard it in the living room.

Qing Lang soon fell asleep on the sofa, his body was weak and his mind was dizzy, a cold breath hit him, his body began to tremble instinctively, suddenly his whole body was wrapped in warmth, the coldness faded instantly, he opened his eyes slightly , only saw a figure standing in front of him in a blur of consciousness, and then he fell asleep in a daze.

Duan Liheng covered Qinglang tightly with the blanket, and slowly opened the front door of the toilet from the inside, revealing a small gap, emitting an unpleasant smell.

Ordinary people would only scream and run away from this kind of creepy scene, but Duan Liheng seemed to be used to it, his bangs covered his eyes, and the only thing that came into view was his tightly pursed lips.

The door that was supposed to be opened was closed again, as if afraid of something, and even heard the "click" sound of locking the door.

"I'll kill you if you tip off the news." Duan Liheng didn't feel surprised by this phenomenon, but just said something inexplicable and walked away.

In the restroom, which was empty, only a faint "hiss" could be heard.

When Qinglang woke up, he found that he was covered with a blanket. He sat up with a dazed expression, and couldn't help looking at Duan Liheng's room. As soon as he stood up, he felt a cold place under his feet. He saw it was a closed toilet.

"How did you get in?"

A voice blocked Qinglang's thought of finding out. He raised his eyes and saw Duan Liheng standing at the door of the room. He said a bad reason in embarrassment, "I want to go to the bathroom."

"That toilet is broken, come to my room." Duan Liheng didn't care about Qinglang's excuse, the figure with his back to the light was dim, and he turned sideways to let Qinglang in.

The room is full of all kinds of study books, and the table lamp on the table shines dim yellow light on Duan Liheng's face, illuminating his dark face with warmth, Qing Qing always feels that he is a little strange, but he can't tell what is so strange.

"The toilet is over there." Duan Liheng pointed, and then continued to do his homework.

"Okay." Qing Lang sneered, and could only pretend to go to the toilet. When she came out, she walked to the desk and tried to find a topic, "You still have to do your homework."

"En." Duan Liheng picked up his schoolbag, pulled out the book, and an envelope fell out. The seal was not tight, so the contents were scattered all over the place in an instant. Qing Lang bent down to pick up one of the photos, and took a look. I saw Duan's mother hugging a strange man.

Qing Lang was stunned on the spot, and the scene fell into a mysterious silence for a moment.

Duan Liheng knelt down and put all the photos in the envelope, "You already knew, why are you so surprised?"

"What do you mean?" Qing Lang suddenly thought that Duan Liheng knew that he was following Duan's mother.

"It seems that you still don't know about this in the future." Duan Liheng gave Qinglang a cold look, with a mocking smile on his lips, "That's right, this kind of shady thing."

"Did someone threaten you?" Qing Lang felt something was wrong when she saw the envelope. Duan Liheng knew his mother's occupation, so how could he still take so many photos.

"It's meaningless to say anything now, can you tell me what kind of person I will be in the future?" Duan Liheng was not as focused as on the surface, the pen in his hand was weak, and the pages of the book were blank.

"Always with a smile, very gentle." Qing Qing replied honestly.

"Then which one do you think is better between the present me and the future one?" Duan Liheng slowly clenched his hand holding the pen.

Qing Qing actually prefers Duan Liheng now, but considering that speaking out may offend others, "People are always getting better and better."

"Really..." Duan Liheng felt a soreness spreading to his internal organs, his breathing became messy, and his fingers trembled slightly with the slight shrug of his shoulders.

Qing Lang also noticed something was wrong with Duan Liheng, "Li Heng, are you alright?"

"go out……"

"?"

"I'll let you out! Immediately..." Duan Liheng pretended to be calm, his voice trembled slightly, his fingers were clenched into fists, and the pen in his hand was almost broken.

"You're sleeping outside."

"Okay." Qing Lang drooped her eyelids slightly, cast a last glance at Duan Li Heng, then turned and left the room.

When Duan Liheng heard the sound of the door closing, he looked at the wall with a dazed expression. There were two shadows reflected just now, but now he is the only one.

For countless days and nights, this wall only reflected the figure of a person. The black light and shadow switched repeatedly with the age and height in the stretching of the years. More and more loneliness.

Duan Liheng covered his eyes with one hand, but the tears in his eyes still flowed from between his fingers, wet the pages of the book on the desk.

Perhaps since three years ago, his inner world has been the same as this page, except for tears, it has been blank.

……

Shen Yan walked in the dark corridor, glanced at the darkening sky, and separated from Ning Bai in the blink of an eye just now, no matter how he walked, he was always on the same floor.

Shen Yan was not frightened, but his expression became more and more cold. The sharp scissors he found from the infirmary were divided into two and held in his hands. He walked around the floor several times, but every time he circled around the second floor.

"Hs...hs..."

When passing through a piano room again, there was a sound inside, and Shen Yan couldn't help but stop. It was a very strange sound, as if something was being dragged.

Shen Yan opened the door without saying a word, and saw Duan Liheng at a glance. He was wearing a clean white shirt and sitting in front of the piano like a painting. When he saw Shen Yan, he just rolled his eyes, "Shen Yan."

"Duan Liheng, are you a human or a ghost?" Shen Yan approached Duan Liheng with bloodthirsty eyes.

Duan Liheng was not in the least frightened by Shen Yan's terrifying aura, the smile on his lips kept hanging on his face, and he uttered two words lightly with his thin lips.

"you guess?"

After speaking, Duan Liheng stretched out his hand and pressed the first key.

"Do!"

Following the sound, something black suddenly sprang out from under the piano. Before Shen Yan could react, his feet were entangled, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably when he was pulled hard.

Only then did Shen Yan realize that it was hair that bound his feet, and the black walls of the room were covered with hair.

Shen Yan firmly grasped the floor with both hands, but was still being dragged at a slow speed, while Duan Liheng on the piano was still playing an unknown tune, which was almost a reminder to his ears.

Shen Yan gritted his teeth tightly, knowing what would happen if he was dragged there, he let go of his hands and stood up abruptly to cut the hair wrapped around his feet with scissors.

The sharp scissors naturally and easily cut through the hair, Shen Yan rushed to grab Duan Liheng's hair, raised the knife in his hand and cut the latter's throat in an extremely slow motion, with a creepy smile on the corner of his mouth because he could kill Duan Liheng.

"She will hurt if you do this."

Shen Yan's pupils shrank, and when he turned his head, he found that Duan Liheng was standing well in the distance. He lowered his head and found that what he was holding was a man whose whole body was covered with hair. He cut his throat and continuously flowed out bright red liquid from the back of his hand.

Shen Yan threw the man away, turned around and saw Duan Liheng walking out of the room, he chased after him, but no matter how fast he ran, the figure of the latter was still walking leisurely in the distance.

"one two three four……"

An erratic voice came from his ear, Shen Yan frowned and stopped, he recognized He Jiahao's voice.

At this time, the voice was no longer He Jiahao's voice, but a hoarse female voice. Shen Yan turned his head and looked back reflexively, and saw a painting on the wall. In the painting, a woman stood in the middle of the stairs, He Jiahao and Ning Bai stood beside him.

Standing in the middle of the stairs, Shen Yan found that the hair was wrapped around his ankles. Just as he bent down, he was wrapped around his neck by the hair again, tightly bound like vines, and he could smell a disgusting fishy smell from the hair, and it flowed out bright red liquid.

"You..." Shen Yan stared at the person standing in front of him with bloodshot eyes, looking more terrifying than ghosts.

Ning Bai was so pale that he didn't say anything, but He Jiahao smiled, he didn't look scary, but there was a red mark on his neck, "Shen Yan, I found that being a ghost is better than being a human, so we will be the same, Bo Brother Yan is very good..."

"What?" Shen Yan couldn't understand He Jiahao's meaning for a while, but the scissors fell to the ground early in the morning, and he could only use his hands and body to try to break free.

Duan Liheng slowly walked towards Shen Yan. Under the moonlight, his gentle and jade-like posture was pleasing to the eye, but there were countless black mist floating under his feet, and they were all swimming back and forth with painful faces. Yan kept struggling, and slowly opened his mouth.

"Shen Yan, you and I are the same kind. We have been in the cold world for a long time. Instead of longing for the warmth of that moment, it is better to pull down those who think they are standing in the sun."

"You're not Duan Liheng..." Shen Yan's mind began to become dizzy, and Duan Liheng became blurred in front of his eyes.

The gentle mask on Duan Liheng's face seemed to have faded away, and he showed a weird smile, with a twisted arc drawn on his lips following the smile.

When Shen Yan was struggling, he stepped on the air and fell, and when he rolled down, the voice sounded in his ears again.

"Ten, eleven, twelve..."

A black hole appeared on the last step, and with Shen Yan's unspeakable anger and despair, he fell deeply into the darkness.

"Thirteen." As soon as the words fell, the woman jumped into the black hole with He Jiahao and Ning Bai.

The screams echoed in the stairwell, accompanied by the sound of tearing and chewing. In this silent school, echoes were formed. From strong to weak, the echoes were all hoarse. Shout out to the same person.

"sunny--"