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"What's the matter, so happy?" Meng Wenjun looked at Zhang Ailin who was walking over, drenched all over, and asked.

"Tomorrow at this time is the time of his death." Zhang Ailin raised her head slightly, with a three-pointed expression on her face.

"found it?"

Zhang Ailin turned her neck and said, "I almost know."

Meng Wenjun followed Zhang Ailin, stretched, yawned, and asked in a lazy tone, "Who is so bold?"

"The one with the big head."

"Bu smart?"

"It seems to be such a name."

"If it weren't for the monitoring and maintenance of the school in the past two days, how could it take so much effort." Meng Wenjun commented.

After hearing this, Zhang Ailin stopped and looked at Meng Wenjun.

Meng Wenjun also stopped along with her, staring blankly at Zhang Ailin with puzzlement on his face.

"I almost forgot. The monitoring is broken." Zhang Ailin said to herself.

The little devil king who was expelled from school thirteen times by virtue of his true abilities, and his mischievous professional ability are really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"What move?" Meng Wenjun asked.

Zhang Ailin just laughed and didn't answer.

That smile, in Meng Wenjun's eyes, was creepy.

The next day, it was also a coincidence that Zhang Ailin was given such a chance.

As soon as the alarm bell on the school radio rang, all the students in the school ran down in a hurry.

As usual, the school holds a safe evacuation drill for students once a month.

Said it was a drill, after a long time, some students didn't take it seriously, walked out of the classroom swaggeringly, walked squarely, and then walked to the open space of the playground.

Bu Congming is one of them.

Zhang Ailin's classroom is on the first floor, and she comes out quickly, hiding at the corner of the stairs, and people who come down the stairs can't see her at all.

Waiting for Bu Congming to come, Zhang Ailin quickly followed up, holding the thin needle hidden in her hand tightly between the index finger and thumb, only the sharp top of the needle was exposed.

Suddenly, many students crowded into the corridor on the right hand side of the first floor. People pushed and squeezed, and many people looked in that direction because of the force.

At this moment, Zhang Ailin seized the opportunity and, close to Bu Congming, quietly took a needle and quickly made a cross on his left arm.

Taking advantage of the crowd, when Bu Congming was looking to the left because of the pain in his left arm, Zhang Ailin almost stuck to his back and quickly rushed towards the crowd in front of him to the right.

When Bu Congming found a scratch on his arm, he looked at the crowd on his left again strangely. When he found time to look to the right, Zhang Ailin had already been surrounded by the crowd on the right and left the classroom. building.

Bu Congming walked and looked at it all the way, and the more he looked at it, the more strange it became.

"What's wrong?" A companion walked up to Bu Congming and asked.

Bu Congming pushed his arm forward, looked suspicious, and said: "When I walked out of the corridor just now, I don't know what happened, and suddenly there are two more marks on my arm."

"There were so many people just now, and people were crowded. Whoever had many sharp objects on his clothes accidentally scratched him. Brother, you don't bleed much, don't be so delicate. Let's go, let's play ball." Hurriedly hugging Bu Congming's neck, the two walked towards the court.

After playing the game, Bu Congming put the matter aside.

After a round of exercise, Bu Congming was sweating profusely. When he returned to the classroom, when he was thirsty, Bu Congming found a bottle of Coke on his desk.

He picked up the Coke and found that there was a note under the Coke, which read: Thank you.

Apart from these three words, there is nothing else.

Bu Congming opened his mouth and asked in class: "Who put a bottle of Coke on the table for me?"

No one in the class responded to him.

Instead, his close friends gathered around to read the note.

After reading it, all of them showed teasing eyes.

"It's not that my sister-in-law guessed that my brother helped her out?"

After hearing this, Bu Congming couldn't listen to other words, and he didn't care about Sanqi 21. He immediately decided that this Coke was sent by Xiaohua, and he was overjoyed.

He unscrewed the bottle cap and downed it in one gulp.

I didn't even listen to the next two classes, just kept staring blankly, happily preparing to find Xiao Hua after school at noon.

But standing in front of Xiaohua, Bu Congming was dumbfounded.

"Are you sick? Who is free to give you a Coke?" Xiao Hua gave him a blank look, then dragged her friend down the stairs.

All of a sudden, Bu Congming couldn't figure out any ideas.

If it's not Xiaohua, who else could it be?

When class was in the afternoon, another note appeared on Bu Congming's desk.

It says:

Thank you.

you holy soul.

Willing to relieve my pain.

Water Undead.

God of war in the past.

With my humble gift,

with you,

your physical body,

Make this a fair deal.

Apart from these words, there is still no name or any other information on it.

Although Bu Congming is usually confused about small things in life, he is extremely sensitive to such inexplicable things.He looked at the cross on his left arm again, and it had scabbed over.

"Forget it, stop thinking about it." Bu Congming quickly tore the note into pieces and threw it into the trash can viciously, feeling a lot more magnanimous in his heart.

After two days, the days passed smoothly, and Bu Congming gradually forgot about this incident.

He put all his enthusiasm and effort into the great cause of "how to make Zhang Ailin's life difficult".

Bu Congming thought about another bad move, and planned to implement it after school this afternoon.

"You guys go first, I can come alone." Bu Congming waved his hand and shook his head, calling his friends to go first.

"Then let's go first." His friends also echoed.

After more than an hour after school, everyone in the teaching building had left, so Bu Congming started to implement his little plan.

He took a bucket, brought it to the sink in the toilet, turned on the tap to receive the water, and hummed a little song at the same time, leisurely.

What Bu Congming couldn't see was that Zhang Ailin quietly appeared from the corner, and walked around quietly behind Bu Congming, her eyes were fixed on Bu Congming's back, she was wearing rubber gloves, holding a A black cloth cover.

One step, one step closer.

Suddenly, at that moment, Zhang Ailin stepped forward, relying on the advantage of being much taller than Bu Clever, quickly put the black cloth bag on his head from top to bottom, and then pulled the corner of the black cloth bag The elastic rope on the bag shrinks the mouth of the cloth bag to the minimum, and sticks it firmly to Bu Congming's neck.

Without giving Bu Congming a chance to react, Zhang Ailin pinched his neck and pressed down, plunged into the bucket that Bu Congming had just filled with water, choking him so much that he could only make a gurgling sound in the basin, saying He couldn't speak, and his arms struggled wildly, but he couldn't grasp any point of strength.

Zhang Ailin freed her left hand again, and turned on the faucet above Bu Congming's head to the maximum. The huge water flow hit the back of his head, making him feel a little dazed, but he suddenly froze and stopped struggling. .

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Ailin took out the things in her left pocket.

It was a message and a dagger that had already been prepared.

She threw the message on the ground, and then pressed the switch of the dagger with her thumb, and the blade popped out.

Just like last time, she made another cross on Bu Congming's left arm, deliberately controlling her strength, and the wound was shallow.

After completing this series of actions, Zhang Ailin threw the dagger on the ground, and released Bu Congming with her right hand.

With the strength of his struggle, Bu Congming suddenly lost the strength to press, and his body straightened up like a spring.

Behind Bu Congming, Zhang Ailin raised her leg with one kick, exhausting all her strength.

Because of this kick, Bu Congming, who was covered, fell straight into the sink, and his head hit the wall heavily, making a loud noise.

When Bu Congming struggled to crawl out of the pool and took off the hood on his head, before he could care about the pain in his head, the message on the ground and the dagger pierced into his eyes.

He quickly picked up the water-stained note, which read:

Thank you.

Our great god of war.

only your blood,

It is the nectar on which we live.

Sign at the end of the note:

Atana Mecca,

thanks.

"Fuck me?!"

Seeing the unknown note and the weird words on the note, the fear in Bu Congming's heart was magnified infinitely.

All bad thoughts and ideas are like wild horses running wild at this moment, drilling into his mind in all directions.

He looked at the dagger left on the ground, which was still stained with his own blood.

It was like seeing a devil from hell.

In the empty teaching building, what echoed was his own voice.

She didn't care about Zhang Ailin's little plan anymore, she got up from the ground, ran as fast as she could, and ran home in a hurry, without even taking a break.

Just to prevent the gatekeeper at the gate from seeing her, Zhang Ailin just climbed up the school wall when she saw Bu Congming running on the street outside like a rabbit in a hurry.

"So weak? I thought it was fun." Zhang Ailin snorted coldly and jumped off the fence.

As soon as Bu Congming got home, he hid in bed.

Trembling, he searched the Internet with his mobile phone, who is Atana Mecca.

I don't know if I don't check it, but it really scared him out of his soul.

The information on the webpage shows that she is the god of war who fell into the sea, and there is an organization that believes in her, offering living people as sacrifices to the god of war, so that the soul of the god of war can live forever.

When the sacrifice is marked with three crosses, that is when the sacrifice died for the sacrifice.

Bu Congming was so frightened that he didn't dare to go out of the room, and the windows were closed tightly. He was eating, drinking, and messing around in the room, and he didn't dare to turn on the air conditioner, for fear that something would come through the exhaust hole of the air conditioner. Come in, thinking about Atana Mecca and the two forks he already has.

He was crying in the room all day long, but when his mother opened the door, he would be startled when he came in. He yelled and asked her, "Who are you? Are you sent here to pretend to be my mother?" Come to kill me?"

The school surveillance, the note and the knife couldn't find any clues, and Bu Congming's parents didn't dare to tell him, for fear of aggravating his fear, but he asked every day, leaving his parents wondering what to do.

There are pictures and statues of various gods in the East and the West in the house, and Bu Congming always wears five or six amulets on his body when he sleeps.

Seeing that their children could not continue to behave like this, the parents decided to help the children transfer to another school, and the whole family left the city.

In the end, under the persuasion of the whole family, Bu Congming also made up his mind and came to school accompanied by his family. Finally, he packed up his textbooks and prepared to leave.

The school does not allow parents to enter, so they can only wait at the school gate.

Bu Congming walked into the school tremblingly, tiptoed to the classroom, and packed his books.

Suddenly, the door of the classroom was knocked twice.

The sudden sound scared Bu Congming to tears, and he knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

This person is none other than Zhang Ailin.Meng Wenjun told Zhang Ailin about Bu Congming's return to school, so she waited to meet him at school.

Zhang Ailin frowned, seeing him like this, sighed, looked at him condescendingly, and said, "I'll break the curse for you."

Upon hearing this, Bu Congming quickly raised his head and looked at Zhang Ailin with tears in his eyes.

"You stretch out your hand." Zhang Ailin said.

Bu Congming obediently stretched out his left arm, which had two traces of crosses on it.

Zhang Ailin took out a small utility knife from her pocket, and Bu Congming immediately retracted her hand when she saw the sharp weapon.

"Don't be afraid. Reach out." Zhang Ailin said.

Bu Congming swallowed, and timidly stretched out his arms in front of Zhang Ailin.

Zhang Ailin raised her hand with a utility knife and stroked on Bu Congming's arm. She stroked lightly twice without leaving any marks, but it was the third cross.

She put away the utility knife and said, "What god of war, what note, I did it. You messed with me three times, and I cut three forks on you, and it's over. If you do anything else in the future Stupid thing, don't blame me for being rude."

After hearing this, instead of complaining about Zhang Ailin, Bu Congming burst into tears of gratitude, quickly bowed his thanks, and burst into tears.

That feeling was like having a long, long nightmare. I thought it would be like this for the rest of my life, but I woke up suddenly and found that it was all a dream.

Bu Congming looked at Zhang Ailin now, as if he was looking at the savior.

This savior, tell yourself that all this is false, don't be afraid.

After being grateful again and again, Bu Congming ran and jumped to tell his parents the good news.

Looking at the back of Bu Congming leaving, Zhang Ailin sighed again, picked up her bag, and prepared to leave.

Just as she slowly went down one floor, Zhang Ailin suddenly heard intermittent crying from a classroom next to her when she was standing at the stairs and was about to turn a corner.

Zhang Ailin looked around and saw that it was the strange girl who ran up and yelled upstairs after being splashed with water by Bu Congming that day, making herself feel very embarrassed.