When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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The phone was hung up after that sentence.

Although the other party didn't admit it positively, Qian Ling already knew it in his heart.

On the bullet screen, a row of question marks floated across.

——? ? ? ? ?

——Am I just an idiot who didn't understand?Why did he become Shen Linchuan again? Didn't he use mind reading skills to eliminate his suspicion before?

——Uh, I don't understand either!

—Is this still my beautiful, unresponsive wife?The trash husband doesn't understand.

……

Qian Ling glanced at the content on the barrage, from the beginning he was not used to these people's way of speaking, now he is completely used to it.

Qian Ling, who has always been ridiculed, is the first time to show a fart and a little proud expression in front of these people.

"Hmph, if you want to know the answer, just write a word to praise me for being smart."

If he hadn't shown such a proud expression, the people on the barrage wouldn't have teased him.

——It's all about the relationship between the wife and the husband, and you're still so arrogant.Well, my wife is so beautiful and smart, I'm afraid I'm the most beautiful baby.

——Let me praise first, baby Xiangxiang, let Mommy hug her.

——Where do you want to boast?Face, waist, toes or pointed collarbone?

——Gosh, is this the logical reasoning I can hear in Fear Tour?Sherlock Holmes was moved to tears and called the contemporary master!

Qianling: ...

It doesn't have to be so false.

"I tested Shen Linchuan with mind reading skills, and I came to the conclusion that none of this was done by him, including the fact that he didn't find a wound on his hand, which can also be proved," Qian Ling said: "It is precisely because of this, I'm starting to wonder."

"This person is very familiar with the class, and even familiar with all my actions, he must be near me."

"What made me suspicious was that in the cafeteria, I heard a classmate talking about meeting Shen Linchuan outside the school, but the other party didn't respond at all, as if he didn't know the classmates at all,"

"Because that's not Shen Linchuan at all, it's someone who has the same face as him."

"Furthermore, in the power distribution room today, although the voice of the person who held me hostage was similar to that of the person who was in the reference room before, the strength and touch of grabbing me were different."

Sometimes, when you're not sure about something, it's like being shrouded in a fog, often without any awareness.

But when doubts began to arise,

Like the most similar twins in the world, standing in front of your mother, you can easily tell who the person in front of you is.

"Actually, when I asked him, I wasn't sure."

This is just one of his inferences.

If the other party deliberately kept it from him, or didn't get in close contact with him, Qian Ling might not dare to be so sure.

——I fell to my death, so my wife is really sensitive. She can feel different even when she is pinched and hugged. It's amazing!

——That’s brother and brother twins or something, Shihasha, I have no other ideas, I just want to see the baby being chased and asked if it’s a brother or a brother, and if the answer is wrong, he will be very angry and punished Bear with it and guess later.

——Damn, sister, how good you are!

——Obviously the two people look exactly alike, how do you guess?Baobao cried coquettishly, and then Baobao couldn't figure it out, so the two of them discussed helplessly, coaxing Baobao to teach him to tell the difference.After all, it is very distressing to always call the wrong person.

——Hey...beautiful wife...

——Am I the only one who cares about the plot?Now even if a suspicious object is found, how can others believe it?

——Yes, only you, isn’t your wife’s face fragrant enough?Or is the wife's waist not thin enough?

……

Qian Ling finished his long speech, and was about to applaud his wonderful reasoning, when he came back to see, what strange things were on the barrage covering the entire screen?

His face, which had cooled down, showed signs of heating up again.

Qianling snorted dully.

He pulled up his quilt, nestled into the soft bed, and gave up communicating with these people about the plot!

What Qian Ling thought was,

Now that the person has been found, the rest should not be complicated.

You only need to go to school tomorrow, explain the situation to everyone, and then work together to catch him, and this dungeon can be successfully cleared.

Great.

Qian Ling closed her eyes, first of all she had to replenish her physical strength.

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the next morning.

Today's weather is not very good, the sun is blocked by a thick layer of clouds on the horizon, and the whole sky is foggy.

Qian Ling raised his head.

It's going to rain.

The driver brought the car over, and Qianling went to the classroom as usual, but found that the classroom was not lit, it was dark, the atmosphere was unprecedentedly oppressive, and everyone was not in their seats.

How is this going?

He just put down his schoolbag.

At this time, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, with a bang, accompanied by a cold light, startled Qian Ling.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside the classroom.

Qian Ling turned around.

At the back door of the classroom, a figure staggered holding the door and fell to the ground.

Qian Ling was about to help her up.

Blood poured from the fallen man's chest, staining the tiles red like a bouquet of roses blooming.

Qian Ling's heart shuddered.

Huge uneasiness spread in his heart, he seemed to have underestimated the degree of madness of the 'king' in this dungeon.

Now that it's exposed.

Then there is no need to hide it anymore?

The man was muttering something.

Qian Ling approached slowly, and before he could hear his words clearly, the man had lost his breath.

After the thunder, the sky became gloomy again.

An elongated black shadow appeared at the back door of the classroom, against the light, covering Shen Linchuan's face in darkness. He lowered his head, and Qian Ling's flustered and beautiful face was reflected in his eyes.

"You...are you Shen Linchuan? Or the 'king'? Did you kill him?"

The sky was groggy, and everything was surrounded by gloom, but Qian Ling's face was still beautiful and beautiful, his eyelashes trembled because of anxiety, and a bright red line of blood appeared on his lips.

Like a little lamb that has jumped into a hunter's trap, it is white, soft, harmless and cowardly, trying to show its cuteness and win a little sympathy.

It's heartwarming.

The boy took a step forward.

Qian Ling backed up in a panic% 2C accidentally bumped into the table, the table fell to the ground with a loud noise, test papers, pens and paper fell all over the floor.

There was an unbearable pain in his lower back.

Physiological tears instantly filled his eyes. He clutched his waist and stepped back. This was the first time he was forced into such a desperate situation.

The other party was not in a hurry, and approached slowly.

This doesn't make Qian Ling feel relaxed.

Qian Ling glanced back, and there was a window behind him, but the floor here was very high, and unless it was absolutely necessary, jumping off would only lead to an ugly death.

The boy raised the corners of his mouth and smiled casually.

"What are you talking about? I'm Shen Linchuan, your deskmate." The boy stretched out his hand, "Why don't you know me after a day since I haven't seen you?"

boom.

Qian Ling hit the corner with his heel.

He has no way out.

Qianling's intuition has always been accurate.

Although the person in front of him has exactly the same appearance as Shen Linchuan, but in terms of temperament, it is completely opposite. Even if he is smiling, it can only make people feel a deep chill.

"You are not him! Although he looks the same as you, he is much better than you! You can't even compare to him!"

The boy chuckled.

Taking another step forward, he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch this beautiful boy.

"Don't come here."

Qian Ling stepped on the chair by the window, opened the window, and held the window sill with both hands, "If you come here again, I, I..."

"Just jump down?"

The boy folded his arms around his chest, raised his chin slightly, and looked at him as if he was watching a play, "You must hope that the one standing in front of you is my weak and silent brother who can only be bullied."

"Let me see, what would he do if he were here?"

"Calmly analyze how he would die on the spot while falling from the fifth floor, and then coax you back while scaring you? Hehe, he's the only one who can do this kind of thing."

Qianling paused.

"elder brother?"

"Haven't you already guessed it? I'm the one standing behind him."

Qian Ling said, "Why are you doing this?"

The boy looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, narrowed his eyes slowly, and his body was covered with a thick and indelible depression, "There is no sun in our world, it has always been like this, and occasionally, I feel boring. I just I just want someone to play games with me..."

Da, da da da,

The rain finally fell from the dark sky, knocked on the glass of the window, and exploded small rain flowers, which also fell on Qian Ling's body and the back of his hands.

At the moment when Qian Ling was stunned, a force grabbed his hand and tore him off the chair.

"It's all lying to you! If you die, this game won't be so good."

Qianling wanted to struggle in a panic.

"You scoundrel, liar!"

The boy raised the corner of his mouth and sneered. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Qianling's somewhat moist hair, smoothing the messy hair gently. His cold fingertips ran along his cheeks and across the most vulnerable side of his neck.

"I'm really curious, how did you find out that I'm not his?"

Under the boy's thick black-rimmed glasses, a pair of deep black eyes are cold and sickly, "It's been so many years, no one has ever discovered it, how did you do it?"

Qian Ling was drenched in the rain, her whole body was cold, she shivered tremblingly, as if she didn't hear his words.

The boy was not in a hurry, and said in an extremely calm tone: "You tell me, maybe I can let you go."

Qianling: "..."

"Even if you don't believe it, you probably don't want everyone in this class to die like him, right?" The boy held Qianling's wrist, "Hurry up, before I change my mind."

"Your eyes are completely different." Qian Ling said: "And your hands, your hands are very rough, the marks left by frequent work."