Fall in love with the sick boss in Fear Tour

Fang Xi nodded, and suddenly glanced at Pei Zhixia's clothes, "Your school uniform is a little different from mine?"

Fang Xi originally just talked casually to find something to talk about, but after a closer look, it seemed that something was really different.

The color of Pei Zhixia's school uniform should be softer, unlike Fang Xi's, which is so white that it looks like chicken feet fished out of bleach.

And Pei Zhixia's collar has three buttons, and her own has two.

This doubt is only fleeting.

Pei Zhixia narrowed her eyes and didn't say anything, as if she wasn't interested in it.

Slowly, Fang Xi stopped talking, and the two walked in silence.

Until Pei Zhixia's voice sounded softly.

"arrive."

Fang Xi raised his eyes and glanced at the house number 312. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Pei Zhixia who had already reached out and pushed the door open. Fang Xi lowered his head and smiled and wanted to lift his foot: "Pei——"

"boom--"

The door was closed suddenly, almost hitting Fang Xi's nose.

Through the door, the voice from inside was indistinct: "Okay, you can go back."

Fang Xi: "..."

He touched his nose and looked at the closed door, a little speechless.

It seems to be thrown away after being used...

Fang Xi pursed her lips, thinking about coming to the dormitory, she might as well go back to her own dormitory to have a look.

That wig hasn't been dealt with yet...

But Fang Xi turned around a few times, but couldn't find his dormitory.

At that time, I came back in a hurry and forgot to remember the house number of the dormitory, but Fang Xi vaguely remembered a small yellow man sticker on the window.

But I didn't find it after looking around for a few times, so I had to turn around and go back to my class. I still had to find Wang Xinyan.

He rang the bell to go home.

Wang Xinyan didn't seem to respond to him disappearing for a class, Fang Xi blinked his eyes, it seemed that the excuse he had made up was useless.

It's just that the current atmosphere seems a bit weird.

A group of teachers with stern faces passed by in the corridor.The students also opened their eyes wide with curiosity and fear.

Wang Xinyan said in a low voice, "The toilet is dead again."

Fang Xi hissed: "Who?"

Wang Xinyan frowned: "He was also one of the bullying people on campus. Two of the four have already died. It seems that he really took revenge."

Wait, school bullying, revenge, toilets.

Why did Fang Xi feel that something was wrong, as if he had experienced it just now.

A trace of confusion rose from the bottom of my heart, that Pei Zhixia...

Fang Xi was in a trance: "Who is that bullied person?"

Wang Xinyan's eyes widened: "Lin Ziwen, don't you know?"

It wasn't Pei Zhixia, Fang Xi heaved a sigh of relief, realized that Wang Xinyan looked at him suspiciously, and laughed: "Hey, I was scared, I forgot."

"That's right." Wang Xinyan nodded, "But why did Lin Ziwen commit suicide like that?"

Fang Xi obediently sat beside him and listened, but did not speak.

I heard Wang Xinyan talking to himself: "What does it mean to hang your feet from the ceiling and soak your head in a toilet full of water?"

Fang Xi: "..."

It turned out that the ghost who played cards out of common sense was Lin Ziwen.

Wait, a trace of confusion flashed in Fang Xi's eyes, he was very familiar with the name Lin Ziwen.

By the way, in the toilet, the garbage system seems to have said something about Clue 1 Lin Ziwen.

Before he could ask what that clue 1 was, he was interrupted.

Fang Xi shook his shoulders, and Wang Xinyan beside him was still talking to himself.

This is also a ghost, a talkative ghost.

As Wang Xinyan was talking, he suddenly realized that he had ignored Fang Xi, and approached him again, mysteriously saying: "Remember not to go to bed early tonight."

No way, there is another ghost story in the morning, Fang Xi pulled an ugly smile on his face, "That... I am tonight."

"Don't you want to call outside? Someone will bring a mobile phone tonight, so remember to bring money!" Wang Xinyan reminded.

Fang Xi rolled his eyes and nodded.

At this time, the class bell rang, but it was not their teacher who appeared on the podium.

"Students take out their political books."

Fang Xi tilted his head and flipped through political books from the drawer.

But found something different.

He paused for a moment, and pulled it down. It was a slightly yellowed book.

He remembered that there was no such thing in his drawer before.

Fang Xi glanced at the head teacher on the podium, still looking down at the book.

So I secretly opened it.