I conquer the hidden boss by brushing my face [Infinite Stream]

It took the two straight men about half an hour to coax Hua Lingling, watching her sit on the piano sobbing and wiping her tears.

Chen Junjie breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and saw Jiang Fuyue's face was dull, and his soul had flown away, like a canvas soaked in water, faded to gray.

"Xiao Jiang! Xiao Jiang wake up! You must be safe!" Chen Junjie hugged the opponent's shoulders and kept shaking, the strength of his hands almost shook Jiang Fuyue's brains out.

"I, I'm fine." Being dizzy from being shaken, Jiang Fuyue quickly pushed her away and took a few deep breaths, then turned her head and said to Hua Lingling, "So do you remember everything?"

Hua Lingling nodded, then shook her head: "I don't remember everything." She raised her hand to wipe her nose, but she still chose to give up when she saw her dirty cuffs.

Jiang Fuyue asked: "Then what happened on the day you died?"

Hua Lingling nodded: "I remember."

"Can you tell me something?"

Facing this fragile and timid girl, Jiang Fuyue showed almost all her tenderness, and her cold and gloomy eyebrows melted a lot, making her look even more beautiful.

He is a part-time model in his spare time. He has always been good at facial management, but he doesn't pay much attention to it. He talks sarcasticly all day long, which leads to almost no friends.

Except for the one who's been missing for a year.

Seeing him in full bloom, Hua Lingling blushed slightly, nodded and murmured: "Okay, okay."

Chen Junjie looked at the female ghost and him, and couldn't help giving a thumbs up: "As expected of a handsome guy, bull!"

Jiang Fuyue: "?"

The two casually found a broken stool and sat down, listening to Hua Lingling recall what happened that day.

The day that happened happened to be the day when graduation photos were taken, and it was a week before the college entrance examination.

After taking the photo, Hua Lingling went back to the classroom on the fifth floor as usual, but was blocked by Lu Lu and others at the door of the music classroom on the fourth floor on the way.Then because of some trivial matters, a few people had a quarrel, and the whole class surrounded her and forced her into the classroom.

"They were so weird back then." Hua Lingling's translucent face was a little dazed, as if she was immersed in that memory.

Jiang Fuyue: "How strange?"

Hua Lingling: "It feels like being possessed... It's the kind in the exorcism movies in country M..." After a pause, she bit her lips again and was a little uncertain: "Well... It's a bit like it, but it's not very similar. At that time Their expressions were all exaggerated and distorted, and they were extremely excited, as if they were going to eat me... and they pushed me into the piano with such force that all my bones were broken."

Jiang Fuyue nodded: "As I guessed, I tortured you to death in the piano first, and then threw you downstairs to pretend to jump off the building. In this way, as long as some external forces interfere with the autopsy, your real cause of death will not be discovered."

"Yes, is it?" Hua Lingling blinked, "So everyone thought I jumped to my death, no wonder Mom and Dad have never been here before."

Hearing the loneliness in her words, Jiang Fuyue hesitated for a moment and still didn't say that they probably "sold" her life if they didn't come.

Worried about provoking this coward, Jiang Fuyue changed the subject: "Does the death of those 16 people have anything to do with you?"

"Hey? Who is it?" Hua Lingling looked puzzled, "I'm a good ghost, and I haven't harmed anyone."

Chen Junjie was surprised when he heard this: "Who would it be if it wasn't you?"

Scared by his sudden increase in decibels, the kid who finally relaxed retreated back into the piano cover, and whispered: "I don't know what you are talking about... I really haven't hurt anyone."

Glaring at Chen Junjie, Jiang Fuyue took a while to coax the little ghost out after seeing the other party zipper and shut up: "I believe you are not harmful. Then can you tell me that you and the guy who just played the piano What's the relationship with that person?" He stretched his brows and eyes, and stretched out his hand to Hua Lingling.

Carefully touching the soft palm, Hua Lingling couldn't help yearning for the warmth: "Although I remember what happened before I died, I really don't know that person. However, he should know me, because he comes here every once in a while Find me."

The touch of the ghost was like frozen cold air, Jiang Fuyue held her hand: "Why did you tell him that you don't even remember?"

Hua Lingling glanced at the door, restrained her expression and whispered: "I don't tell him because I'm afraid of him."

Chen Junjie couldn't help interjecting: "Weren't you also very afraid of us at the beginning?"

"No, it's not the same," Hua Lingling shook her head, "I'm afraid of you because I don't know you, and I'm afraid of him because he looks like a ghost to me."

Jiang Fuyue was slightly taken aback: "A huge black ghost?"

"Yes! That's the one!" While speaking, Hua Lingling subconsciously looked up at the moon, and suddenly became excited, "Oops, it's time!"

Seeing her sudden change of expression, Jiang Fuyue couldn't help frowning: "What time?"

"Time for ghosts to appear!"

She raised her hand to push Jiang Fuyue away, but with a little force, the translucent palm passed through his body, leaving only a bunch of goosebumps.

"It's over, it's too late, you guys hide quickly! Don't be illuminated by the moon!" After finishing speaking, she quickly retracted into the piano cover, her movements were as fast as lightning.

Looking at each other, the two hid their doubts under the pile of dilapidated tables and chairs in the corner.

The moonlight sprinkled into the house, and the strange vibrations rippled the light.

Time seems to stop at this moment, there is not even the sound of insects in the silent campus, only the urgency of the moonlight invading the darkness inch by inch.

With her back to the moonlight, Hua Lingling secretly opened the top cover, and winked at Jiang Fuyue from the gap, signaling that his current position is too dangerous.

Seeing the pale moonlight approaching at her feet, Jiang Fuyue hugged her knees tightly and shrank back, hearing Chen Junjie's violent heartbeat beside her.

Although the tables and chairs in the corner are stacked together, and the gap can accommodate two or three people, half of the space is illuminated because it faces the moonlight outside the window, and only a small part of the wall is for the two men to hide.

Chen Junjie moved his buttocks, stuck tightly to Jiang Fuyue, and whispered, "Do you believe what she said?"

Jiang Fuyue glanced at Hua Lingling and nodded seriously: "I believe."

"Everyone believes that it is easy to be deceived..." After muttering a few words, Chen Junjie adjusted his position and squinted his eyes to look out the window.

At this moment, the moonlight finally stopped flowing, and a cloud of black smoke slowly rose from the flower bed outside the teaching building. The thick and real bloody smell emanated from the black smoke, penetrating every strand of air to bind it tightly.

Black smoke full of resentment rises from the barren soil, and every weed it touches seems to be sucked out of vitality and becomes a nutrient for resentment.

It is far more terrifying than ghosts, it is terror itself, and it is the existence of insight into people's hearts.

It seemed to come from hell continuously. In just a few minutes, it rushed to the height of the fourth floor and continued to rise, changing and twisting outside the classroom window.

Chen Junjie stared and observed for a moment, then whispered to Jiang Fuyue: "Youhua Lingling's resentment is the same as that man's breath just now."

"Why is there her resentment?"

"Maybe it's some kind of secret technique?" Chen Junjie didn't know much about it. "Li Gui mostly harms people through resentment. If the resentment is stripped away, she is likely to be dealt with by passing Taoist priests before she does any harm."

During the conversation, the black smoke gradually condensed, and even the moonlight could not pass through, printing a huge shadow in the classroom.