Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

Song Zhi remembered this voice, and would never forget his hug, it was Brother Yan Huai who came to save him.

He plunged into the opponent's arms, and the trembling shoulders gradually calmed down and stabilized under the gentle and patient comfort.

The weeping girl's voice echoed in my ears, "Since you have found my wraith, help me find the murderer and let that person get retribution."

Brother Yan Huai is so powerful, he can find key clues as soon as he arrives.

The latter pinched the tip of his nose affectionately, "Open your eyes, there is no one else."

Song Zhi followed the lines of her fingertips and secretly helped the other party smooth the collar that was wrinkled by him.

Through his eyelids, he could feel a faint light, other than that, the girl's screams, cries and the sound of water drops all disappeared.

He squeezed into the opponent's arms again before slowly opening them. The first thing that caught his eyes was Yan Huai's face.

"You, you..." Song Zhi's eyes stopped on the other's clothes and hair, it turned out that the wet touch he felt was not an illusion.

"There's a little water, it's made you wet." Yan Huai let go of him, and moved his body backwards.

"No, no..." Song Zhi hurriedly put her arms around his neck, "I, I'm not afraid, I'm afraid of getting wet."

Yan Huai held the back of his neck and hugged him in his arms again.

"Where is the resentment and spirit?"

"Here." Yan Huai held his long black hair.

Song Zhi's scalp was numb, and she stretched out her arms to hang it on his body in a hurry, "You, you took his head and hair?"

"The child's three views are frightened."

"The one who was scared to death should be a female ghost."

"Mr. Yan's action of pulling his hair just now was handsome, but it almost sent me away. It was too cruel."

"Little fool, it's a wig." Yan Huai shook his hair, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "It was a man who scared you just now."

"His spirit is hidden in his hair."

"Oh." Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, and supported her numb forehead with her palm.

No wonder the girl was not much shorter than him, and she held his wrist with great strength, and she didn't shake it off for a long time.

Yan Huai stuffed Song Zhi with the wig, and helped him wipe the fake blood dripping on the back of his hand.

Rubbing to the area around the finger, Yan Huai squeezed it, with a serious tone, "How did you do it?"

Song Zhi's fingertips were sensitive, and when she felt itchy, she quickly withdrew her hand and put it behind her back, "No, nothing."

"Take it out." Yan Huai said coldly.

"Hahaha, it's a threat from my husband."

"Baby, you can grow up."

Song Zhicai obediently put his hand on Yan Huai's palm after loosening and clenching the hand behind his back.

"What's going on?" Yan Huai squeezed his fingertips a little lighter.

"Wall, rose..."

"The thorns on the roses?" Yan Huai could hear the irritability in his tone.

Song Zhi nodded.

Yan Huai carefully held his hand in his palm, and blew gently on his mouth, "Does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt." Song Zhi's chest thumped wildly.

Yan Huai took out a pack of disinfectant wipes from his pocket, and carefully wiped the areas scratched by the flower thorns.

Song Zhi was not coddled, he just got stabbed a few times, he didn't take it seriously at all.On the contrary, it was the other party who was nervous and careful to help him deal with it, causing Song Zhi's heart to be pierced with soft thorns intermittently, and he was reluctant to pull it out, but itched inexplicably when he stayed on it.

"A squeamish man is hurt by someone."

"Two days ago, I cooked and cut my hands, and my husband still scolded me for being hypocritical."

"Why are you looking for your husband in the trash can?"

"I want to find Yan Huai, am I worthy?"

"Song Zhi: I don't deserve it."

Song Zhi turned her head and decided to do something else to divert her attention.

When he first received this wig, he still had lingering fears. Now that he looked carefully, it was just cheap plastic fibers.

"There should be clues inside." Yan Huai's attention was still on his hand, the wound had just been treated to the third finger, "We need extra living coins."

Song Zhi had a bad feeling, he put down his wig and went to see Yan Huai.

The latter shook his bracelet as if nothing happened, "I used a rescue device and asked them to send me to you."

"Implication: Treasure, our money is gone."

"Baby, we have no place to sleep tonight."

"Fuck, why can he say it so simply."

"After all, a wife is more important than anyone else."

Song Zhi didn't care too much, at worst, she would sleep outside tonight.

He continued flipping the wig, and found a note inside the fiber.

It was one of the pages of a similar diary. The pale yellow paper was crumpled and the handwriting was mottled and unclear, but it could be discerned that it was a girl's neat and tidy handwriting.

【Drizzle on November 2017, 3

Today the teacher asked me to go to his office after school again, he is really scary, I don't want to go.

Office 304 is really cold at night. 】

Song Zhi squeezed the note and whispered, "Three zero four."

"Are you going?" Yan Huai said.

Office [-] is the only clue so far, Song Zhi nodded.

The dim and old lights flickered twice, and it was pitch black again within the range of vision.

Accompanied by a gust of wind, Song Zhi subconsciously leaned towards Yan Huai.

"Don't be afraid." Yan Huai took his hand and opened the bathroom door in the dark, "Let's go."

As soon as they stepped out of the door, the corridor echoed with the crying and wailing of the girl again, and the porch lights also flickered.

"Close your eyes." Yan Huai's voice was filled with a calming tone, "I'll hold you."

But Song Zhi still saw that right in front of them, at least dozens of long-haired girls in school uniforms and scary masks were slowly walking towards them along the corridor.

Yan Huai dragged him obliquely in front of him, covered his eyes and didn't let him see.

Even though Song Zhi could still recall the terrifying long-haired girl when she was six years old, as long as brother Yan Huai was around, he would not be timid at all.

Song Zhi was only wearing a thin T-shirt, and the heat from the opponent's palm was spreading along his waist.

The cold draft passed by, stirring up half of Song Zhi's thin clothes.

Yan Huai clasped his arms tightly, trying to shield him from the cold wind, but his hands touched his bare waist inside the hem of his clothes.The temperature of the palm touched the skin, and it still stayed there, refusing to move away.

On such an inappropriate occasion, it reminded Song Zhi that the other party had touched him so intimately that night two years ago, even more intimate than ever.

Song Zhi's waist seemed to have been electrified, and the feeling of engorgement and swelling was felt recklessly.He wrapped his arms around Yan Huai's neck tightly, and buried his face in the socket of his neck.

The violent heartbeat hit Yan Huai's chest, and Song Zhi wanted to regain his composure. He kept recalling the horrible scenes, but after trying everything he could, it was still Yan Huai's face.

Why do I have to think of this at such a time, I might as well think of the female ghost.

The more you think about it, the more exciting it is, and the more indelible it will be.

Song Zhi gritted her teeth, feeling irritable and annoyed.

"What is this grandson doing?"

"It's too scary, look at his expression, it's like someone owed him money and didn't pay back."

"It's too miserable, to be scared like this by a female ghost."

"You can't let the kids play with this."

"What's wrong?" Sensing something abnormal, Yan Huai rubbed his chin against his forehead.

"No, nothing." Song Zhi pinched Yan Huai's collar and continued to bury it.

Ashamed.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." During the words, Yan Huai hugged him even tighter.

Following Yan Huai's guidance, the two slowly moved forward.

Yan Huai is a non-ghost believer, and he is not afraid of these actors pretending to be ghosts. He just wants to ensure that Song Zhi will not be frightened.

The group of female ghosts in front were only less than one meter away from them, Yan Huai protected Song Zhi with all his strength, making sure that the female ghosts would not touch Song Zhi in the slightest.

With the help of the green light board of the safe passage, they entered a new space.There is a faint dark red number plate flashing on each door, and rooms 300 and 301 can be seen within Yan Huai's line of sight. No surprises, room 304 is in front.

There are no female ghosts in this space, and the girl's voice resounds overhead.

"Why did you do this to us, why?"

"He is innocent, why are you so cruel?"

"You are a beast, you will not die well."

Yan Huai stopped, "Here we are."

Directly in front of them was a door with an eerie red signboard - 304.

"Go in?" Yan Huai asked him.

Song Zhi nodded, his hands naturally dropped to hold the doorknob, he pushed lightly, and the door was not locked.

"You drive?" Yan Huai said.

Originally, Song Zhi just wanted to try it, but she didn't expect that the door didn't even have a combination lock.

Some fears always have to be faced, Song Zhi didn't hesitate and pushed them away.

A black-haired girl jumped out from the crack of the door, her white dress was covered with blood, and with her bloody face, she had a bloody face-to-face with Song Zhi.

Song Zhi could smell the unpleasant smell of artificial plasma on her body.

"Damn! Scared to pee!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"Grass program group, you are crazy!"

"Are you okay?"

Song Zhi was instantly hugged into his arms.

Brother Yan Huai's heart was beating fast, as if he was really worried about him.

"It's so ugly." Song Zhi leaned into his arms, rubbing her forehead against his shoulder.

"What's ugly?"

"Female, ghost."

It's okay to make it look hideous on purpose, but he is a man at all, ugly and funny.

Yan Huai couldn't help laughing, and pinched the tip of his nose, "It seems that I'm not afraid anymore, and I still want to see if someone is ugly."

Ever since brother Yan Huai appeared, he really wasn't afraid at all.

It's all fake, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

The "female ghost" only flashed in front of Song Zhi's eyes, the wailing and crying around disappeared, and the corridor became quiet again.

Yan Huai was worried, so he picked up Song Zhi by the waist and brought him into the room, then turned on the lights in the office.

Song Zhi was gently placed on a soft and clean office chair.Illuminated by incandescent lamps, this is an extremely ordinary teacher's office, with four desks in total, where various tutoring materials and student test papers are placed.

Yan Huai said softly: "You take a rest, I'll see if there are any clues."

Song Zhi nodded.

Yan Huai rummaged through the four desks and drawers, and finally found a yellowed diary in the bottom drawer near the window.

There was no signature on the diary. He took out the fragments of the girl's diary and compared them with the diary. The handwriting was from the same person.

The diary has been torn to pieces, leaving only a few fragments of text.

—He is not worthy to be a teacher, he will be condemned by God.

—He is a lunatic who tortures me and makes my life worse than death.

—Should I call the police, so that all the students in the school know, I dare not.

—He wanted to kill him, why would he refuse to let go of his own baby.

—He wants us all to die, what should I do?

Yan Huai didn't continue to read the following content, the murderer and the whole story were obvious.

The more important question now is how to get out from here.

"Is the murderer the teacher?" Song Zhi said.

"Did you see it earlier?" Yan Huai walked to the tall metal cabinet behind him.

"Yeah." Song Zhi nodded.

This case is not difficult to guess. The girl died unexpectedly at school, and it is very likely that the murderer was a teacher or a classmate.Although the diary hidden in her hair was written cryptically, but the girl was so disgusted with the teacher asking her to go to the office, it was obvious that the teacher didn't feel at ease.

The skirt of the girl who was killed with Song Zhi just now was covered in blood, but Song Zhi was very sure that she was not injured. In addition to the repeated words in the diary and the corridor, it was obvious that the girl had a miscarriage, or was it involuntary .

The root of the matter is probably that the teacher who plotted against the law used the excuse of tutoring homework to sexually assault the girl for a long time, which eventually led to her pregnancy.

The pregnant girl was gentle and weak, and gradually developed feelings for the child in her womb, but the teacher worried that the matter would be revealed, and forced the girl to abort the child. The childless girl went crazy and threatened to call the police, but was brutally killed by the teacher.

Yan Huai opened the metal cabinet, "The thorny issue now is how do we know the names of the victim and the murderer."

Song Zhi came to Yan Huai's side, looked inside the metal cabinet, there was a secret door inside, and there was an electronic screen with a handwriting tablet hanging on it, which read——

【Name of the victimized girl】:

[Murderer's name]:

The game is not over yet, we can only continue to look for clues.

Song Zhi came to the desk where Yan Huai found the diary, searched through all the teaching aids and textbooks, but did not leave any clues about the teacher's name.

The stack of math test papers on the table does have the students' names written on them, but there are at least [-] or [-] test papers. The electronic screen just now showed that the answer can only be wrong three times at most. It is obviously unrealistic to try one by one.

Song Zhi shifted her gaze to a graduation photo under the glass of the desk.

He lifted the yellowed and worn glass, pulled out the photo and flipped it back. The names of all the students and teachers were printed on the back of the photo.

"Looks like you need to know people by looking at pictures." Yan Huai walked over and looked at the photos with him, "Who do you think the victim is?"

Song Zhi pointed to the tall and thin long-haired girl on the right side in the penultimate row.

"Because she touched her stomach?"

Song Zhi nodded.

There are at least ten long-haired girls in the photo, but she is the only one who touches her belly lightly.Obviously, she was pregnant when the photo was taken, and she had feelings for the fetus in her womb, which is why the intimacy of being a mother appeared.

Song Zhi turned over the back of the photo, corresponding to the girl's name: Yang Yinuo.

"Where is the teacher?"

The student's end-of-term evaluation manual is placed on the murderer's desk. Obviously, the murderer is the head teacher.

In the graduation photo, there is no deliberate pattern of where the students stand except for their height, but the head teacher must be sitting in the middle.There are ten teachers in this graduation photo, and the two sitting in the middle are men.

"Which do you think it is?"

Song Zhi pointed to the man on the left with a pot belly and a slightly bald head.

"why?"

"Fat, ugly and wretched, bald, sexual and lusty, with a kidney deficiency, there is no one else but him." Song Zhi didn't think about it.

"Stop stuttering?"

Song Zhi was stunned, seeing this kind of scum being patronizing and angry, forgetting everything else.

"No, I..."

Once this kind of thing was brought up, it would be even more embarrassing, and Song Zhi's face became angry.

Yan Huai pointed to the one on the right and said, "I think it's this one."

Song Zhi was full of doubts, expressing her incomprehension.

"Your principal is at best a corrupt and bribe-taking principal, this one is a beast."

Song Zhi's eyes stopped on the right. The man was wearing a clean white shirt, about 34 years old, with a gentle and friendly smile, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose.Miao Rong is more refined and gentle, no matter how you look at it, she looks like a good teacher who is loved by students.

"This is a typical gentle scum, handsome and serious, but in fact his stomach is full of bad water, a pure beast." When Yan Huai said the following words, his tone was thought-provoking.

Song Zhi raised her eyelids and peeked at the man next to her, muttering in her heart, you are handsome, and you look quite serious.

"I suspect there is something in my husband's words, but I have no proof."

"Excuse me, what kind of animal method is it?"

"Exciting! Shasha..."

Even so, Song Zhi still firmly believed that the bald man on the right was the head teacher.

Yan Huai didn't argue with him, and came to the display board of the metal cabinet, and handed the pen to Song Zhi: "You write first."

Song Zhi took the pen, first wrote the girl's name, and then the bald teacher's name, confidently confirming it.

A sentence pops up quickly on the interface.

[Sorry, wrong answer, please continue to answer. 】

Song Zhi's face turned black, she was not convinced at all.

Yan Huai took the pen from him with a smile and wrote down the name of that gentle scum teacher.

Song Zhi expected the same text as his to appear on the interface.

【Congratulations on customs clearance! 】

Song Zhi pouted, feeling even more upset.

Yan Huai slid his fingertips into the palm of Song Zhi's hair, and rubbed it affectionately, "Your husband is the best."

The author has something to say:

Therefore, the husband is a beast. 【bushi】