horror confession

After lunch, Sheng Shi summoned Ming Fei and refused to leave in Xiangyuan, so he decided to draw an exorcism talisman for him to keep him safe.

"Your destiny is 'Lianzhen', and the palace of destiny is 'Yin Sha', so it is very easy to provoke such unclean things."

Sheng Shizhao handed the drawn ghost talisman to Ming Fei's hand, and said: "This talisman should be placed close to the body above the waist, so that those filthy things will not dare to approach you again. Also, don't use it in the future." Easily wear things like amulets."

"Of course, of course." Ming Fei took it with gratitude, glanced at the amulet sealed by a spell, and said with fear and disgust: "You give me ten guts, and I won't touch this amulet again." It's a joke!"

Sheng Shizhao: "We will keep that amulet for you. It has sucked away some of your 'life' before. You need to exercise more in the future, otherwise your body will become weaker and weaker."

Ming Fei nodded quickly, like a student in training.

Lu Jinghong was amused, and asked Ming Fei: "Mr. Ming, you quit your school job, what do you plan to do in the future?"

"I thought about it and planned to go back to China within two days." Ming Fei sighed and replied with some helplessness: "I'm not like you, I have my own home here, and there are people I care about. After all, the moon in my hometown is still rounder, and I don’t have a sense of belonging here.”

After finishing speaking, Sheng Shizhao and Lu Jinghong looked at each other in unison and smiled.

Sheng Shizhao couldn't help stretching out his right hand to hug Lu Jinghong's shoulder, and jokingly said to Ming Fei, "That's right. A petite 1 like you probably doesn't have much market here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he faintly felt a burst of cold air coming from his side. He squinted and saw a murderous look in Lu Jinghong's eyes, so he quickly chose to shut up.

"You two are really a good match." Ming Fei was amused by the interaction between the two, "Remember to notify me in advance when you get married, after all, you have saved my life, and I will fly here to give you money .”

Sheng Shizhao raised his eyebrows, secretly observing the expression on Lu Jinghong's face.

Seeing that Lu Jinghong's face was like a pool of stagnant water without waves, he answered in a neutral tone: "Teacher Ming misunderstood, Shi Zhao and I are just a master-student relationship."

Sheng Shizhao's heart suddenly "thumped", and his heart was as bitter as eating a plate of bitter melon, so he spread the boredom in his heart on Ming Fei, and waved his hand impatiently: "Come on, go back quickly. Remember to take the talisman Put it away, if you encounter anything, remember to call me!"

Ming Fei was not angry at all, and whispered in Sheng Shizhao's ear before leaving. "As an attack, you still have to be thick-skinned. After passing this village, there will be no such shop."

This action looked a little ambiguous, like a young daughter-in-law standing on tiptoe and whispering in her husband's ear.

Seeing that Lu Jinghong's face was dark with resentment, and he stared straight at Ming Fei, Ming Fei immediately straightened his body, and said respectfully, "I don't thank you for your kindness, we will make it up later."

As soon as Ming Fei stepped out of the living room door, Sheng Shizhao felt his ears hurt.

"If you don't learn from the good ones, learn from the bad ones!" Lu Jinghong grabbed his earlobe and asked coldly, "What is petite 1? What is no market? You know the market very well?"

Sheng Shizhao hissed, "How do I know what the market is? I was just joking. Nonsense, nonsense."

Only then did Lu Jinghong loosen his grip a little bit, but his tone was still cold: "You are about to take the university entrance exam, and you should focus on your studies. If anything happens to Mingfei in the future, let him contact me directly!"

Sheng Shizhao said "oh", but after thinking about it, he felt that Lu Jinghong's behavior was a bit abnormal, and then remembered what Ming Fei said just now, and felt that it seemed reasonable, so he put his hands on Lu Jinghong's shoulders, bowed The lower body asked shamelessly: "Master, are you afraid that I will be distracted, or are you jealous of Ming Fei?"

Lu Jinghong was stunned for a moment, Ji Er gave him a hard look, snorted coldly, and claimed that he was going to deal with Ming Fei's amulet, so he turned and went to the study on the third floor.

It gets dark very early in the foggy city in winter. Just after six o'clock in the afternoon, the last ray of sunset has already diffused into the night, and the gust of wind is particularly strong tonight.

Ming Fei put away the collar of his woolen coat, and with an oil painting in his hand, he came to the courtyard of a two-story villa in the north of Windsor Castle.

This is the home of Bassong. He and Bassong are college classmates. After graduation, they both taught in Windsor Middle School. They have known each other for five or six years. Before leaving, he planned to give this pair of precious oil paintings to Bassong Keep a memory.

Strangely, not only the iron gate outside the villa was not closed, but even the anti-theft door of the villa was opened a crack.

Ming Fei whispered the name of "Ba Song" at the door but no one answered. Seeing that the light in the room was on, he simply opened the door and walked in.

Inside the house, the needle can be heard quietly, only the sound of dripping water coming from nowhere continued to enter the ears. Ming Fei was exposed to the cold wind outside the window, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

"Bassoon?"

Still no answer.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound from the kitchen to the west of the living room, Ming Fei stopped breathing, and bravely walked to find the sound.

One step, two steps, until Ming Fei walked carefully to the door of the kitchen, the scene in front of him immediately made all the hairs on his body stand on end, and the coolness rushed from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

With his back to him, Basong's hands were covered in blood, and he was kneeling on the ground, pawing and pulling the female corpse in front of him with both hands.The woman's face was completely stained with blood, only a pair of eyes without anxiety were left staring at Ming Fei!

Ming Fei's thoughts were blank, his brain was out of his control, he wanted to run but his body didn't listen to his commands, endless fear stuck in his throat and he wanted to scream but couldn't.

Barton in front of him seemed to have noticed him, and he turned his neck stiffly from side to side, his joints making a crisp sound of "clicking".When he turned his face, the black pupils in his eyes covered the entire eyeball, as if staring into the bottomless abyss.

The torrential rain came as expected, and the amount of precipitation this night was the largest in the past ten years in Fog City. The mobile phone kept pushing yellow warning signals until six o'clock in the morning.

Sheng Shizhao dazedly took out his mobile phone from under the pillow, besides some push news, there was also a missed call from Ming Fei, the time was nine o'clock last night.

Because Lu Jinghong's body hadn't fully recovered and it rained again last night, they went to bed early and turned their phones to silent.

Seeing that Lu Jinghong was still asleep next to him, Sheng Shizhao decided to send Ming Fei a text message to ask about the situation.

"I was sending him a message early in the morning!"

Lu Jinghong's voice made his hands tremble in fright, and the phone almost slipped from his hands.

Sheng Shizhao took the phone back, seeing that Lu Jinghong's resentful gaze was so cute, he simply turned over and pressed on him, looked straight into his eyes and said, "You still don't admit that you are jealous?"

Lu Jinghong's breath was stagnant, and he put his hands on Sheng Shizhao's shoulders, and said coldly: "Get up!"

"I don't!" Sheng Shizhao put his head on Lu Jinghong's shoulder and said shamelessly, "Unless you admit that you are just jealous."

Lu Jinghong's breathing became a little short of breath, the corners of his eyes became redder, and he said under his breath, "The bigger you are, the less you behave. If you don't get up again, you'll have to stride for an extra hour before going to school this morning!"

"I won't get up for two more hours!" Sheng Shizhao said with a deadpan face.

For some reason, seeing Lu Jinghong anxious, Sheng Shizhao felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart, and he could feel Lu Jinghong's body trembling slightly.The more he trembled, the more excited he became.

He stared at Lu Jinghong's red eyes, the tip of his nose was about to touch Lu Jinghong's nose, and said in a low voice, "Jinghong, you look really good now."

Suddenly the door of the bedroom was pushed open, and Uncle Cheng, who poked his head halfway, quickly retracted his face, and stammered to report: "Yes, I have something important to tell you."

Sheng Shizhao didn't want to lose such a good opportunity, he quickly kissed Lu Jinghong on the mouth like a chicken pecking at rice, then got up quickly, walked to the door calmly, and said with a smile: "Uncle Cheng !"

Uncle Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and took a look with his head. He saw Lu Jinghong sitting on the edge of the bed buttoning up his buttons. Even with his head lowered, he could vaguely see his blushing a little.

This made him very surprised. Over the years, he had never seen Lu Jinghong blushing.

"Shi Zhao, Lu Jinghong, I just read the news that there was an accident near Windsor Castle last night." Uncle Cheng said stammeringly, "Ming Fei slipped and fell on the way down the mountain because of the heavy rain... ...died."

"What?!" Sheng Shizhao and Lu Jinghong said in unison.

"Yes." Uncle Cheng sighed, and said solemnly again: "The body was discovered by sanitation workers at four o'clock in the morning."

Lu Jinghong and Sheng Shizhao looked at each other, and felt that this fact was strange, so they hurriedly cleaned up and went to the Windsor Police Station to find out the situation.

Ming Fei has no relatives here, but the principal of Windsor Middle School and his former colleagues rushed to the police station immediately after learning about the situation.

According to the forensic identification, Ming Fei should have died after he accidentally fell, the back of his head collided with a stone and caused intracranial hemorrhage, and he missed the time for treatment.

But the strange thing is that the skin of Ming Fei's whole body is wrinkled, especially the cheeks, which are like two wrinkled skins attached to the cheekbones. He is only in his twenties, but he looks like a old man.

But the police explained that this phenomenon was caused by the body being soaked in rainwater for a long time.

Sheng Shizhao's heart was full of alarm bells, Ming Fei's appearance was exactly the same as when his grandfather passed away, he must have sucked all his anger away!

Lu Jinghong gave Sheng Shizhao a look, asking him to try to use synesthesia to see what happened to Ming Fei before he left.

Sheng Shizhao understood it, and slowly took Ming Fei's hand on the grounds that he wanted to see Ming Fei one last time.

But as he expected, Ming Fei's soul had been taken away, and his vitality was completely sucked away, and he didn't feel anything.

Sheng Shizhao shook his head helplessly.

At this moment, Bassong's sudden appearance attracted everyone's attention. He was wearing a pure white suit, his golden hair was shining in the morning light, and his overly delicate facial features immediately made people forget the grief at the moment.

He first hugged Ming Fei, and then told the principal of Windsor Middle School that he wanted to hold a memorial service for Ming Fei this afternoon.

"Do you think Basong is a bit strange?" Sheng Shizhao whispered in Lu Jinghong's ear, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Lu Jinghong stared at Ba Song, and slowly shook his head: "I don't see anything either, you go and get in touch with him, and use synaesthesia to see his Alaya consciousness."

"Teacher Ba Song." Sheng Shizhao walked up to Ba Song, hugged him, and patted him on the back slowly: "I know you and Ming Fei are good friends, so let's mourn."

Ba Song was stunned for a moment, then heaved a long sigh, "Ming Fei and I are brothers and sisters. He had an accident on the way to my house. I am very guilty. Please come to the memorial service in the afternoon."