you are scary

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Time should go back to an autumn nine years ago. The jasmine flowers in the flower beds of No. [-] Middle School in City B have gradually withered, most of them fell to the mud, and the rest turned yellow, losing the purity that makes people kiss their fragrance.

Students' fear of death began in this withered autumn.

Although No. [-] Middle School in City B is still filled with whispers of reading books day and night, and the campus scenery is not different from usual, but as the place where the mysterious incidents of three students’ suicides and deaths happened one after another, the sky above No. [-] Middle School in City B is naturally like a fog A haze covered a layer of gray mist.

"Kuru..."

Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, Song Nongmo called Bai Qianwan's name outside, and the latter covered the four letters written on the paper with his pencil, and the words he uttered disappeared immediately.

A tall and thin figure walked in from the door of the classroom. The person who came was Song Nongmo. He walked around several rows of tables and chairs, glanced at Bai Qianwan from the corner of his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief: "What are you doing alone in the classroom?"

"Headache."

Bai Qianwan supported himself with his hands, his face was as pale as a pearl under the lamp, he was perfect for telling such lies.

In the evening, the outside of the classroom was almost sleeping like night, and the lights in the room were bright and flamboyant, blowing away the dim setting sun coming in from the window.

"Then go home early." Song Nongmo stopped in front of his desk and looked down at the other's round and feeble eyes under the fluffy brown black hair. Bai Qianwan is a sick child with headache and fever at every turn. The boys in the movie teased that it was the princess' life, but Song Nongmo actually thought so too.

The pencil writing has disappeared under the rubbing of his fingertips...

His shoulder brushed Song Nongmo's arm, Bai Qianwan stood up, and walked through the crowded tables and chairs: "I'm going to wash my hands."

Bai Qianwan seemed to be preoccupied, but most of the time he was absent-minded or thinking like this, so Song Nongmo never noticed anything strange about the other party today.After he washed his hands, the two left the campus with their schoolbags on their backs.The rolled up autumn wind carried the residual fragrance of jasmine and slid across the orange-yellow brick road. Although he was full of thoughts, Bai Qianwan was still distracted talking to Song Nongmo indifferent words like "It's so cold" and "The leaves are falling", his eyes were dull Staring intently ahead, the starting point of the orange-yellow brick road, the gate of No. [-] Middle School.

Bai Cheng's name danced around him like the autumn wind.

Maybe the missing Bai Cheng is already dead, dying of kuru disease, dancing, laughing, having a headache, paralyzed, dying in a dream, silently chanting "kuru" (Kuru). ⑴

Indigenous tribes in the highlands of New Guinea have the custom of eating the dead body.

In the difficult and painful famine, there have been records of changing children and eating.

The general dried the human flesh as rations.

……

After stepping into modern society, along with the improvement of law and human rights awareness, cannibalism has long been a taboo.

All kinds of cannibalism records in the old days are nothing more than factors such as hunger or religious customs.

Bai Cheng, who has neither the worry of hunger nor the shackles of religion, has grown fangs that devour his compatriots. As he grows older, Bai Qianwan is deeply interested in it while his teeth are cold.

Why did such cruel pica appear in Bai Cheng's body as a modern person, and why did it pass on to Bai Qianwan?Could it be that the water quality of the Muni River in Equatorial Guinea flows through their blood vessels...

"What are you thinking? Look at the car."

Song Nongmo's voice was blown into his mind by the wind, which also dispelled these wild thoughts.

Bai Qianwan closed his eyes halfway, the two of them had already passed through the school gate, a smooth road ran across the front, and the traffic was raging, if Song Nongmo hadn't called him out, he might have walked into the traffic silently.

"Hungry." He blinked.

"Shall we eat together?"

"No."

The bus after six o'clock is usually crowded with students from various schools on Taiping Road, and today is no exception.When they boarded the car, there were no seats left, so Bai Qianwan and Song Nongmo stood still holding the rings, and the car drove away, along with the wind from the window, there were also rumors about the "bizarre serial suicide case in No. [-] Middle School".

"Suicide..."

"Three people have died..."

"My mother said that there are bad things in the school, and those people collided with something..."

"I heard that he was cursed to death..."

"'Supernatural Events Society', it seems that people who are not worthy enough to touch this so-called supernatural..."

"Who will be the fourth..."

"It's going to be a holiday soon, Lord Yan has to rest for a while..."

It was a few students from the school next door who were talking, sitting in the inner seats, and they were talking in low voices about the legendary bizarre suicide.

Bai Qianwan, who could barely be one of the future parties involved, quickly glanced at those people, bathed in all kinds of grotesque rumors, and once witnessed the death of one of the deceased, he could not help but substitute himself into the "fourth" In the role of "bit", stand still in the vertical coffin like a soap box, waiting for the murderer to close the lid.

"Don't think about it."

Another voice came from the top of his head, which was different from the worries and fears of the others, and also different from Bai Qianwan's eagerness to move. In the same environment, Song Nongmo, who was also the vice president of the "Supernatural Events Club", died after a series of suicide incidents. He showed a strange sense of composure. God knows why he is so calm. Anyway, his low-pitched magnetic voice after the voice-changing period always plays a valuable role in urging Bai Qianwan to stop his fever. Walked out of the coffin, drooping his head.

On the way home, Bai Qianwan and Song Nongmo are indeed on the same road, so they often go home together after school. As for why Song Nongmo, who is a rich third generation of a well-known group, prefers to walk home instead of being picked up by a driver, the troublemakers also weave a story about it Among the various theories, the one that is more reliable and has been vaguely acquiesced by me is that Song's stepmother and Song Nongmo are at odds, and they hate each other so much that he doesn't even want to deal with the driver sent by his stepmother.

In fact, Song Nongmo just planned to go home with Bai Qianwan, it's that simple.

The Bai family's house in District D is neither bad nor bad. The three-story self-built house is more than enough for two people to live in.Bai Qianwan's family is a single-parent family. Since Bai Cheng disappeared, it has quickly become a model where one person eats enough and the whole family is not hungry.Song Nongmo always thought about taking Bai Qianwan home to raise him. Anyway, there is no one else in his family, so it's better to live with Song Nongmo.

Bai Qianwan was completely unaware of his thoughts.When he reached the intersection, the roof of Bai's house exposed his head beside the electric pole. He slowed down and said goodbye to Song Nongmo: "Goodbye."

"You scared me this afternoon." Song Nongmo said suddenly.

"what?"

"You didn't go downstairs, but everyone else was there, which means you're alone."

Immediately understanding what kind of metaphor he was, Bai Qianwan tilted his head mischievously, imitating the shape of the broken cervical spine, and was immediately straightened by Song Nongmo with both hands.He pressed his fingers on Bai Qianwan's shoulders and neck, his slightly cold hands.Its delicious figure is deeply imprinted in Bai Qianwan's retina.

The three students all died alone, and the other conditions for death were "being at school" and "at night". Therefore, the day-to-day students were ordered by the teacher to leave the school after school during this period. Students are led by teachers in and out of evening study rooms and dormitories in strict accordance with school regulations.There is a mysterious saying in the school that "if you are alone, you will die".

Song Nongmo was dissatisfied with his foolishness and lack of cooperation, so his tone became a bit cold: "Be obedient."

Bai Qianwan looked at him and suddenly smiled.

Song Nongmo's 17-year-old face has gradually faded, and his cold and sharp temperament has become more and more obvious. He naturally fascinated all the girls in the school. After he suddenly joined the Supernatural Events Club, applications for membership from all grades flew like snowflakes. When Bai Qianwan, head of the Propaganda Department, read the various reasons for joining the club in the empty mailbox of the club, Bai Qianwan inevitably thought of the reason for joining the club that Song Xiaocao had at the interview—"Because of you".

He couldn't judge what Song Nongmo had in mind for him. His suspicious nature caused Bai Qianwan to hesitate for a while, and finally agreed to join the club with a big stroke of a pen. The reason was that Song Nongmo's hands looked delicious. Of course, the reason was only himself. Know.

After getting along for a few months, Bai Qianwan also gradually discovered Song Nongmo's temper. This person has a certain degree of control over him, only towards him.The world is full of wonders.

Bai Qianwan doesn't dislike the feeling of being controlled, and even enjoys it.When he is free, he likes to tease Song Nongmo, watching him get angry and using coercive methods has become one of Bai Qianwan's pleasures.

so cute.he thinks.

"OK, goodnight."

"Ah."

Only then did Song Nongmo let go of his hand, watched him turn to the door of the house, and then turned around and went home.

The seven-day National Day holiday passed quickly, and Bai Qianwan returned to school with his National Day homework. To his surprise, there was one person missing in the classroom.

Song Nongmo is gone.

In the first class in the morning, when the class leader was counting the number of students, he mentioned to the teacher that "Song Nongmo has taken personal leave", and Bai Qianwan's heart fell back to its original position with a thud.

He almost thought that Song Nongmo was one step ahead and became the fourth victim of the serial suicide case.

The tablemate was also in a trance: "Oh, I thought something happened again. Good luck, Amitabha."

Even so, the school is still filled with a lingering gloomy miasma. The teachers who come and go are pale. They are oppressed by frequent media interviews, leadership pressure, and the fear of death. They can't hold their heads up in front of the parents of the deceased. Resign.

The last session of the afternoon is gym class.

After the weather turned cold, the physical education teacher's requirements for exercise were lowered a lot. After the warm-up exercise, he immediately announced free activities. As usual, the boys went to the sports equipment room to pick up the basketball, and the girls returned to the classroom or took a walk.Bai Qianwan has never been insulated from basketball. He was about to go back to the classroom when he was suddenly stopped by a girl.

"Li Jueai is looking for you," she pointed to the sports warehouse, "over there."

Li Jueai?

The representative of the physics class, a tall and strong boy who often plays ball with Song Nongmo.Bai Qianwan was very interested in his muscle distribution. When he saw him, pictures like anatomical diagrams popped up in his mind from time to time.

After a little thought, he still went to the sports warehouse.

The warehouse door was half open, and when he entered, the first thing he saw was not Li Jue'ai, but Pei Yihui.Besides him, there are seven or eight boys in the warehouse. If you look carefully, there are one or two girls.

Bai Qianwan suddenly felt that something was wrong, before he had time to do anything, the door behind him suddenly slammed shut.

Li Jueai appeared.

"We have business with you." He said in a strange tone, his arm was dangling on the rusty dumbbell in the warehouse, and the arm joints made the sound of stretching during warm-up exercises.

Pei Yihui punched him and shouted: "What, do you need to warm up when dealing with people?"

There was a strange laugh in the warehouse.

He could probably predict what he was going to face, a layer of doubt emerged from the bottom of his heart, and it was quickly reflected on Bai Qianwan's expression.He couldn't bear to say: "Why?"

"Why?" Pei Yihui's eyes widened, as if he heard something strange, "Please, you are a wizard."

"what?"

"That's the thing," Pei Yihui shook his body, and he also started doing warm-up exercises, "Killing people."

"kill?"

"Pei An was killed by you, hey, he is still my cousin who is separated by many floors. I saw him last time at the Hui family's birthday party." He muttered, "This wording is wrong, so are the others , and Wan Jiu and Yang Shengsheng."

Bai Qianwan only found it ridiculous: "It's not me."

"You are the only wizard in the society, right?" Li Jue'ai said, "It's scary. I heard that there are conditions for casting spells. You are all in the same society, so it must be easy."

"The next one is Song Nongmo."

"It's scary."

"Wizard..."

Everyone else was talking nonsense.

Just as Bai Qianwan was about to defend himself, a figure flashed in front of him, he was kicked hard in the side, and fell down on his back.After the body fell, someone kept kicking and hitting his back, and the pain like a landmine detonated swept across his abdomen and back. He clenched his teeth and still groaned in pain.

A pair of feet in black sneakers appeared in front of him.

The man squatted down, with a pointed face and thin eyebrows like an ancient woman in a court painting.He remembered that it was Wang Ejie, the boy sitting in the back seat of him.

The other party held up the mobile phone, and the light of the lamp in his hand was as dazzling as the tip of a knife.

Wang Ejie said: "Hey, this composition is fine!"

It's ridiculous.

Bai Qianwan still had the time to mock others.

Because he knows that he is not the murderer.These people are simply fools.

Also, the Paranormal Events Society has more than one person who knows witchcraft.

Just as he was thinking about it, a shoe ran over his side face, deliberately crushing him like he was stepping on a cockroach.

"This face is really disgusting." This is Li Jue'ai's malicious voice, "Let's beat him up first."

Immediately, someone punched him in the eye socket.

"It's so noisy, gag him. What else? How do you want to play?"

"How about burning hair?"

"Be careful the warehouse is on fire."

"Then pull out your hair!"

"Break your hands."

"I brought a knife, who wants it?"

"Do you want to take nude photos?"

"Who wants to see nude photos of men."

"Then..."

Everyone was immersed in the joy of dealing with the murderer.

What lingers around Bai Qianwan is the smell of that layer of leather.When the weather is hot, the leather sofas in the warehouse are always roasted so hot that the smell of leather overflows the warehouse.

Song Nongmo often came here with him to study witchcraft before there was a suicide incident in the school.

There was one time that impressed him deeply. According to the content in the book, the sacrifice required cat's brain, frog's internal organs, and so on. Before Bai Qianwan said anything, Song Nongmo had flatly refused.

"You can't kill a cat, and neither can a frog."

Song Nongmo is a strange and contradictory person.

Obviously keen on the sorcery of witchcraft, but maintains a subtle justice and bottom line, it is so cute that it explodes.

If he saw everything in front of him, he would probably go crazy with anger.

The eye sockets are already swollen, and so is his face. I don't know how many girls' slaps and fists he has received. Anyway, Bai Qianwan's face has been numb from the pain, leaving only a bulging feeling, like an inflated ball. It's similar too.

Someone ripped off his shirt and cut something on his chest with a knife.

Bai Qianwan stared coldly at the man holding the knife, his gloomy gaze reminded Wang Ejie of the broken glass outside the window.

"Aren't you afraid of becoming the next one?" Bai Qianwan uttered curse words from his swollen lips, he was smiling, although tears were still streaming from the corners of his eyes, "If I am the murderer... I remember your faces and names..."

Wherever the eyes touched, all the faces showed a frozen expression.The warehouse was silent for a while, and someone who took the lead yelled "Murderer", punches and kicks fell on Bai Qianwan again like raindrops.

"Look at the camera." Wang Ejie smiled quietly, pulling Bai Qianwan's hair to force him to raise his head, "I'm not afraid of your threats."

Why doesn't this person die.

At that moment, a familiar impulse emerged from the depths of Bai Qianwan's body.

He quickly thought of Bai Cheng. When Bai Cheng killed someone, he must have had such a burning desire, right?

not good...

The tearing pain ran from the scalp, and he couldn't help crying and rolling on the ground.

It would be great if Song Nongmo was here.

Stop him quickly.If this continues, he will become a monster like Bai Cheng.

The author has something to say:

([-]) Kuru disease: It was once only seen in the indigenous tribes in the eastern highlands of Papua-New Guinea who had the custom of eating the organs of deceased relatives. Since this custom was abolished, there have been no new cases.Patients in the prodromal stage only feel headache and joint pain, followed by ataxia, tremor, and involuntary movements, the latter including chorea, myoclonus, etc., and progressively aggravated dementia and neurological abnormalities in the late course of the disease.