It is strictly forbidden to pay for the ticket after getting on the bus

Zongmao tidied up the cafeteria as usual, straightened his stooped body and moved a little bit. This body carried his soul. Although the skin was loose, it was enough for him to hide his identity in the disturbing voices every night. , it's a good deal.

I just saw the bloody wounds on the outsiders a few hours ago, and the tyrannical factor that hastily covered up in my heart began to stir again at this time, they clamored, eager to cut the soft skin, or beat it, anyway, as long as the The light-colored skin was stained with purple and crimson, and he couldn't stop being excited and jumping for joy, even his fingers were trembling with joy.

But the strangers these days are too much of a hindrance, making him feel at a loss.But when they die slowly one by one, I can return to the happy life before.

Zongmao thought so, got up and carried an oil lamp, and was about to go to the lighthouse to see if he could create a little leak for them, so that the wandering souls who were about to come out later would have an outlet to vent and clean up for himself. obstacle.

He walked very slowly, but he left almost no traces on the snow. In the snow that filled the sky in the dark night, Zong Mao always had a wicked smile on his mouth. And cold.

As he stepped into the lighthouse, the tyrannical excitement in his heart became even stronger. He could vaguely hear the snoring or rustling whispers coming from the doors, and he walked up layer by layer.

He stopped when he reached the third floor. He remembered that the two people who lived on this floor were two people he hated very much. Two men named Bai, they avoided them several times.

There were traces of cruel hatred in Zong Mao's muddy eyes, but at this moment he heard the strong commotion coming from outside the lighthouse, and the horizontal wrinkles on his forehead suddenly became deeper.

Why are you so excited tonight?

He knew that the movement was made by the prison guards who had been locked up for a long time, every night, and after regaining their consciousness, they became less cute, and he understood that.

But this time it seems to be particularly turbulent?Obviously he hasn't given them some hints yet, how could they rush so fast?

Before he had time to think about it, prison guards in prison uniforms rushed into the corridor. They stared at him. The strong hatred in their eyes made Zong Mao suddenly think that he had shed his skin and returned to his original form. look like.

But he looked down at his hand, it was clearly the old woman's hand!

"What's the matter with you?" Zong Mao pretended not to see the hatred, and asked patiently in the slow tone of the imitation old woman.

Unexpectedly, those lonely and wild ghosts couldn't listen to anything after seeing him. The hatred in their eyes at the beginning was now mixed with ecstasy and excitement, and they stretched out their bone-like hands towards him. He kept murmuring six words.

"The warden...found...the warden...found..."

exposed!

Zong Mao's heart suddenly trembled, his pupils trembled violently, and he had no time to think about how he was discovered by them, so he turned around and was about to flee upstairs.

Suddenly, something hit her under her feet, and she slipped and fell heavily on the floor.

Zong Mao lowered his head in horror. On the dark brown floor were some small dark wooden sticks. The two were similar in color. If you didn't look carefully, it would be easy to step on and slip.

He turned his eyes to the door he resented, opened his mouth, and before he could utter a single word of the sentence he wanted to swear, it turned into a shrill scream that resounded throughout Xuedao Prison.

"what!"

——Those innocent souls tore apart this long-dead body and pulled out the evil soul hidden inside. A handsome and cold young man gradually took shape, but this forming process was interrupted alive. In desperation, he was mercilessly torn apart by sharp teeth and then swallowed. They really wanted to cut him alive.

The pain spreads all over the body.

Before Zong Mao's soul was chewed to pieces, he looked helplessly at the old corpse on the ground that had already cooled down. Behind the gray hair, half of a small piece of iron was exposed, with his name written on it. At the last second of consciousness, he recognized it. It was his previous nameplate.

Bai Jue was the first to wake up, almost when there were faint footsteps outside the house, he patted Bai Luochuan awake.

The two lay on the bed, listening quietly to the sound coming from outside the door. After the heavy fall, moaning, screaming, whimpering, biting, swallowing... were staged one by one, just Listening to the sound, one can imagine the tragic scene and the hatred that has been accumulated for many years. The looming rancid smell and chill seep in through the crack of the door.

Bai Luochuan turned sideways, staring coldly at the pile of wood by the corner, the pile was not neat, because he picked and picked there a few hours ago, and selected a few wooden sticks that were closest to the color of the corridor floor, as A farewell gift to the warden who killed him.

Bai Juexu took his hand that was nestled under the quilt, squeezed it, turned his face, and planted a kiss on Bai Luochuan's forehead: "Go to sleep."

The gust of wind outside the window seemed to be the cry of countless souls, hovering over Xuedao Prison, lingering for a long time, mourning, and the carnival of souls of the prison guards outside the house was also continuing. In the noisy night, Bai Luochuan hugged Bai Jue warmly. Waist, incomparably peaceful in the heart, fell into a deep sleep.

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"So the warden was eliminated?"

Early in the morning, Si Qi and Lin Jiu, who couldn't sleep anymore, hurriedly knocked on the door.

"I heard a voice outside the house last night. I just saw that there was no trace outside. The warden has already committed suicide, right?"

"It should be." Bai Luochuan brushed his teeth slowly.

"Why hasn't the ticket appeared yet? It's so cold here, I don't even want to take a shower." Si Qi sighed sadly.

Bai Luochuan's body froze, and he silently moved away from her: "Didn't Dabai say before that apart from the prison guard's grievance line, there are also the identity certificates of those naked corpses under the playground? Maybe the ticket will appear after everything is resolved. "

"Tsk, trouble!"

They entered the cafeteria at breakfast time, and the prison guards during the day returned to their dull appearance, but their faces were a little more confused, and when they saw them outsiders, their physical condition was also a little more defensive.

But there was no one standing behind the food window, but the food was still complete. Bai Jue ordered the meal, sat on the seat and stared at the plate in silence for a while, and was woken up by Bai Luochuan knocking on the plate, and then said to him: "Let's wait outside the door after we finish eating later."

"Wait for what?"

"Waiting for someone," Bai Jue raised the corner of his mouth, "No, to be precise, it should be waiting for ghosts."

After the meal, the people in the cafeteria went out one after another, and the four of Bai Jue also left the cafeteria last, but they didn't go far.

Bai Luochuan stretched out his fingers and poked Bai Jue's waist. After being held by him, he couldn't move. Just about to make some small movements, there was a slight noise in the cafeteria.

Bai Luochuan paused. The four of them were clearly the last wave to leave the cafeteria. There was no one there when they came out. Why are there still noises now?

Bai Jue gave him a 'don't worry' wink, then they walked towards the cafeteria at a slower pace.

When he caught a glimpse of the figure behind the window, Bai Luochuan froze for a second, and then realized that Bai Jue was walking towards the figure very relaxed.

"It really is you, old lady." Bai Jue called her.

Bai Luochuan narrowed his eyes, that figure was clearly exactly the same as the prison warden's "grandmother" who was elusive a few days ago, and he was obviously eaten last night, how many times did he want to cheat his corpse...

He glanced at Bai Jue's calm expression, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind, and he asked in amazement, "Is this the real old woman? Is it the person in that photo?"

Bai Jue nodded: "After the warden's soul is ripped out, her body should be able to control itself. I only guessed it not long ago."

Seeing them coming in, the old lady took a few steps back in fear, and then smiled kindly: "It's me, that beast can't do anything wrong anymore, you are very vigilant."

This smile is exactly the same as the state in the staff photo, and the gloom belonging to the warden has completely disappeared.

"Then do you know what happened?" Bai Luochuan asked.

"Of course I know," the old woman smiled wistfully, and said each word slowly, "he kept committing violence, killing people, and burying traces in this prison, and even used my body to hypnotize the prison guards, one after another. They are all heinous, although my consciousness has been suppressed, I can still perceive these things."

Bai Jue didn't bother to talk to her, and went straight to the point: "Then, do you know if there is anything in the prison that can prove the identities of those corpses in the playground?"

"You mean those prisoners?" The old woman thought for a while, "It seems that there was a prison register before, and every prisoner who entered our prison was registered on it."

"Where's the roster?" Bai Jue remembered that they had searched in those offices, but they didn't find any trace of the roster.

"There are dozens of pages of thread-bound books," the old woman sighed, looking out the window, the corner of her mouth seemed to be mocking, "every page was separated by the warden and scattered all over this Xuedao Prison."

The corner of Bai Luochuan's mouth twitched: "Is there something wrong with him? What kind of quirk is this?"

"Hehe, his quirk is that he likes to toss people around. When he is in the mood, he will toss to death. Young man, if you have time to be surprised, why don't you start looking carefully now."

"Huh—" Bai Jue nodded, "We got it, thank you."

They turned around and were about to leave, but they were stopped by the old woman: "You better move quickly."

There was deep helplessness in her voice: "The warden is gone, and his bewitching influence on the prison guards has begun to diminish rapidly, but they have been tortured for too long, and the good side has basically been wiped out, contaminated with The warden's brutality, and the protection of the lighthouse at night, but if they regain consciousness during the day, you may run out of time."