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After disposing of Zhou Tian's body, a group of people with mixed emotions returned to the apartment.

Tang Momo was still unconscious.

She was lying on her own bed with her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes fluttering, and tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes, which wet her long brown hair.

Zhao Kexin wiped away her tears for her, straightened her messy hair, gestured to everyone, and then quietly exited Tang Momo's room.

Everyone sat in the living room with their heads bowed.

But in just two nights, they lost two teammates in this way.

The first teammate, Xia Meng, didn't even meet once. Her death came from Qiao Que's narration, which made people feel regretful, but it was only regrettable.

Just like obituaries in newspapers, natural and man-made disasters in the news, sad experiences of neighbors after dinner...

All I could get in exchange was "too poor", and I forgot it after I finished speaking.

In the era of information fast food, they have already developed this habit.

The second teammate Zhou Tian...

Although everyone thinks he is annoying, but he teamed up with everyone at the birth point, and he is an out-and-out team member.

Suddenly, this living person who talked to you yesterday, shaved by the same sink as you in the morning, and slept in the room next to yours at night, died silently in front of him like this...

This kind of psychological blow is completely different from the light pity brought about by Xia Meng's death.

Due to his professional relationship, Dr. Ding is used to seeing life and death, and his condition is obviously much better than other members of their team.

He distributed hot water to everyone, and asked, "Zhou Tian, ​​and the girl from before...were they killed by the boss?"

He Ping took the water, took off his glasses, wiped his face with the wet towel he carried with him, and frowned when he heard his question, "What else? In the lower world, besides Boss, who else has such lethal power. "

While speaking, his gaze fell on Qiao Que intentionally or unintentionally, as if expecting him to come up with some unique insights.

Qiao Que stared blankly at the few sundries on the coffee table, completely lost in his own thoughts.

It wasn't until Zhao Kexin called him several times that he came back to his senses.

He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Brother He, I was distracted just now."

He Ping held up his glasses, and his non-distinctive facial features seemed extraordinarily gentle: "What are you apologizing for? After all, this kind of thing happened, and everyone felt uncomfortable. Xiao Qiao, it's also thanks to you for calming down, otherwise I might not be here until now. Still paralyzed by the side of the road, not knowing what to do."

Qiao Que smiled at him, his body was wounded, his eyes were tired, and his appearance was small, he looked like a child who was at a loss and pretended to be able to do things with ease.

Qiao Que lowered his head, revealing his slender neckline, and then tugged at the corner of Jiang Luchi's clothes sullenly: "Brother Chi, can you give me a cigarette? The kind you always light."

Jiang Luchi looked down at him, frowned, then took out one and handed it to him.

Qiao Que took it, his eyes drifted around, and finally fell on He Ping: "Brother He, I'm sorry, do you have a lighter?"

He Ping was taken aback, touched his trouser pocket, took out a small golden metal piece and handed it to him, then continued talking about the topic just now.

He Ping's team of four, including Dr. Ding and two other men under the age of 30, followed the clues during the day and explored the library at night.

Similar to Qiao Que's experience, I don't know if it was because of the quest line, the library was full of ghosts and dangers that night, the four of them narrowly escaped death several times, and finally met the boy who froze to death in the toilet on the fourth floor.

He was so angry that he had already lost his sanity. A man in the team was caught by him and was almost frozen into a popsicle.It was He Ping who made a decisive decision and used some means to attract all his anger, diverted the tiger away from the mountain, let the other three escape first, and finally jumped out of the window on the second floor and escaped.

——Like Xu Siran, this ghost cannot leave the scope of the library.

After listening, Zhao Kexin stroked his chin and said, "It's similar to our experience. If there is any difference, we got the key items during the day, so Xu Siran regained his senses, and finally let us go. Xiao Qiao, right?"

Qiao Que nodded and added: "Indeed, especially they seem to have their own territories and cannot leave, but they cannot be weak earth-bound spirits."

Zhao Kexin sneered: "Frozen to death in the bathroom of the library, with a mop in his hand, needless to say, this is the old school bullying plot."

And the story of Xu Siran, in the final analysis, is also a disguised form of campus bullying.

From this, it can be inferred that in this seemingly peaceful institution of higher learning, there are also many dark corners where extremely evil malice is flourishing.

The intensity of this malice may be enough to support a decent world.

He Ping sighed: "At first, I thought we could find the Boss just by clearing up these lines, but now it seems that the Boss is a bully? Then don't we have to investigate all these dead students? The people they have come into contact with, their names and names, are they all turned upside down?"

Zhao Kexin snorted: "Boss dog. Don't hide if you have the ability to do bad things. When we find him, I will definitely slap him hard for Xu Siran."

A few people were amused by her words, He Ping laughed, then stopped talking immediately, glanced at Tang Momo's room, spread his hands and said: "The workload has increased suddenly... there is no other way, it's just our two teams today, everyone Thanks for your hard work."

Qiao Que returned the lighter in his hand to He Ping, and thanked him: "Brother He, your lighter is so beautiful, the material seems to be very special."

He Ping put the lighter back into his trouser pocket: "Ha, isn't it. It's a gift from my sister at home. It is said that it is custom-made. This is the only one. Does it look good?"

Qiao Que's eyes followed the lighter into He Ping's pocket, and said seriously: "It's very beautiful."

Dr. Ding also came up to look at it: "What is so precious, a lighter? Brother He, you coughed for a long time last night, don't smoke. Remember to go for a physical examination when you get home."

He Ping raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I got to know Doctor Ding."

Dr. Ding turned his head and told Qiao Que seriously: "And you, don't forget to go to the school hospital for an injection, do you know Qiao Que?"

Qiao Que was taken aback for a moment, and really forgot about it: "I know Dr. Ding."

Half an hour later, the three of Qiao Que were already sitting in the consulting room of the school hospital.

The time has come to the point of normal work and study, and the school hospital is also operating normally.

The doctor in front of Qiao Que was a kind-hearted old man with a smile on his face.He slowly put on his white coat, smoothed out every wrinkle on his body, and slowly took out the alcohol cotton balls and tweezers from the tray in front of him one by one, and arranged them neatly from left to right. Swallow made himself a cup of health tea.

After 10 minutes, he cleared his throat and asked slowly, "Student...what's wrong with you?"

The impatient Zhao Kexin wanted to take out his heart and scratch it, so he rushed to answer in one go: "My brother went out to play last night and was stabbed in the butt, and the wound is a bit infected. Doctor, please give him a tetanus shot quickly."

Qiao Que: ...

... what are you talking about my sister!

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Qiao Que touched his buttocks and walked out of the consultation room. Thinking of the ambiguous and pitiful smile on the lips of the nurse who gave him the injection just now, he wanted to hug his head and cry.

Desperate, desperate for this world where all women think you are calcium!

Qiao Que glared at Zhao Kexin with his arms akimbo.

Zhao Kexin clasped his hands together and said "I'm sorry" for a full 3 minutes with a painful expression on his face.

She knew this problem of hers, and when she was in a hurry, she was prone to talking out of her mind. At the end of the apology, she recalled that the little nurse saw Qiao Que's aunt laughing, and couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing this, Qiao Que relaxed his brows and laughed too.

The two laughed together, and Qiao Que said, "Sister Kexin, it's great that you finally laughed."

Zhao Kexin stopped laughing. She glanced at Qiao Que, sat down on the soft leather stool outside the clinic, and lowered her head.

After a few minutes, he opened his mouth in a daze: "I'm sorry, Xiao Qiao... for making you worry. I just..."

Qiao Que sat beside her and said softly, "I understand."

Zhao Kexin patted his face and covered his expression: "...I hate Zhou Tian very much. His kind of man, cheating, useless, arrogant, straight man cancer, is simply the public enemy of women all over the world." , I scolded him many times in my heart and told him to die... But, I... I never really thought that he would really die like this."

Qiao Que didn't say anything, just said "hmm".

Zhao Kexin: "This is the first time I have seen someone I know die in front of me like this. It wasn't a natural death or an accident. It was killed by someone. It was such an ugly death. One life was just gone. Even if he died in reality It won't really kill you, but...becoming a vegetative is still too cruel..."

Zhao Kexin smiled bitterly: "Actually, in my first world, a teammate also died. It was in a forest at that time, he was frightened by monsters, ran around, and finally fell off a cliff. He was a good person. I'm also very sad, but my emotions are not as ups and downs as today...Damn, I don't even know what's going on with me..."

Qiao Que patted her on the shoulder, comforting her silently, but his gaze went over her shoulder and into the eyes of Jiang Luchi who was standing beside her.

Jiang Luchi's eyes were cold, flashing with inexplicable emotions, like the sharp and cold light on an unsheathed weapon, meeting Qiao Que's eyes for the first time.

"Joe... classmate?"

A male voice broke the silence of the school hospital in the morning and brought Qiao Que back to reality.

Zhang Qiyang was standing a few meters away with a book in his arms, looking at him in surprise.

"Joe... isn't it? It's so early in the morning, why did you come to the hospital?"

Then, he looked at Zhao Kexin, who was obviously sad with his head down, and Jiang Luchi, who was standing a few meters away with an indifferent face. He was a little confused about the current situation, and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter... What kind of trouble did you encounter? Yet?"

Qiao Que: ...

He quickly looked at the scene on his side, Zhao Kexin covered his face and wept, and sat beside him to comfort him, while Jiang Luchi leaned on the side with his arms folded, his face even showing a bit of impatience.

Qiao Que explained with difficulty: "I... my old illness relapsed last night, my cousin, oh no, my cousin sent me to the hospital... and then I cried because I was too worried."

Zhang Qiyang always felt that something was wrong: "...Is it...?"

Qiao Que nodded with a serious face: "Yes, that's right."

At this moment, the door of the consulting room opened, and the doctor walked out slowly, bumping into the embarrassed Qiao Que and the others.

He looked at Qiao Que: "Hey, I haven't gone anywhere yet. Just now, I forgot to tell you just now, you need to go back and pay attention to your injury, don't touch the water, and recuperate for two days. You young people... just don't understand , the buttocks are densely packed with nerves, if you don’t take good care of them, you will regret it in the future. Do you understand?”

Qiao Que: "..."

Zhang Qiyang's expression became more subtle: "Old illness...relapse...?"