Please Stop Pretending To Be a Cute Newcomer!

Chen Ge leaned closer to Shen Qingcheng subconsciously, and said with a trembling voice, "Qi Mei came back to find her."

Shen Qingcheng was speechless, "Yes, but what are you afraid of? It's not looking for you."

"Why aren't you afraid!" Chen Ge raised his voice, saw that both of them were looking at him, and silently withdrew his voice, his tone was a little anxious, "No, didn't you notice it?"

"The chat records in the group just stopped two months ago, and Zhou Xiaohui also died two months ago. Don't you think it's a coincidence at this time? And everyone is chatting with real names, and suddenly an anonymous..."

It was the last message sent anonymously, which looked like a death notice no matter how you looked at it.

Looking at the photo of the three of them in his hand, Chen Ge swallowed. The three of them in the photo were all smiling, with the corners of their mouths raised to the sides.

He looked at it, and found that the corners of the person's mouth in the photo were more and more curved, and the grin was getting bigger and bigger, taking up almost half of the face, and the exposed teeth seemed to have other colors.

That color seems to be red...

The quiet room suddenly became gloomy, as if something dark was hiding in the darkness.

"Slap," Shen Qingcheng slapped Chen Ge's shoulder, "Why are you in a daze, hurry up and find Qi Mei's entry file."

Chen Ge came back to his senses abruptly, and looked at the photo again. It was still a group photo of three people smiling brightly, but there was no such thing as a half-grinning mouth and blood-stained teeth.

He quickly threw the photo on the table, not even daring to throw it on the ground, "I'll go right away!"

Lu Qi stood up, and there was no other information on the computer and table, "By the way, I'll find Zhou Xiaohui."

Zhou Xiaohui mentioned the school in the chat records, indicating that she and Qi Mei are old acquaintances, and judging by the tone of her insulting Qi Mei behind her back, the two should have some relationship.

There are a total of five lockers in the file room. Chen Ge turned over one just now and there were four left. After Lu Qi passed by, he chose the opposite direction, and the two looked in the middle together.

Shen Qingcheng didn't move, he raised his eyes and looked around in this small space, with his hands in his pockets, "Oh, on the surface they treat people as good friends, but in fact they scold people harder than anyone else behind their backs, this kind of person is so vicious .”

He swaggered towards the door, spitting loudly, "It's so vicious!"

Chen Ge couldn't figure out why Brother Shen was talking so loudly. Seeing the other party walking outside, he hurriedly asked, "Brother Shen, where are you going!"

A voice from the corridor said, "Toilet!"

The archives room is located in a relatively remote corner of the first floor of the office building. The entire office building is rebuilt from an old-fashioned building, and only a layer of colored wall gray is painted on the outer wall, unlike the teaching building, which is all newly built.

The corridor is very quiet, and people walking in the corridor can hear the clear echo of their footsteps. Except for the file room which was violently broken open, other offices on both sides of the corridor are tightly closed.

Shen Qingcheng walked back and forth in the corridor twice before finding the toilet. The toilet is located farther than the archives room, and due to its geographical location, it is very shady.

Shen Qingcheng is very satisfied with this temperature, it needs to be cooler in summer to be comfortable.

The toilet was not used by anyone for two months, and it was very clean, with no messy things, and no messy smell from high-temperature transpiration.

He stood in front of the urinal and unzipped it, and when he was relaxing, he was almost scared by a dead face suddenly protruding from the wall in front of him, so he peed on his pants.

"Fuck!" Shen Qingcheng, who has cultivated his personality for many years and has a good temper, was rushed to swear.

As soon as the dead face appeared, it disappeared immediately. Shen Qingcheng packed his pants after urinating twice, walked to the sink with a dark face, raised his hand and knocked on the mirror on the wall, "Come out."

In the mirror, there was only Shen Qingcheng's irritable and impatient face.

"come out!"

In the empty toilet, a slender and handsome man spoke sincerely to the mirror, the picture was very silly.

After realizing this, Shen Qingcheng's face became even darker, and he touched his waist, but the mahogany sword was not there, the small satchel was not there, and the yellow talisman paper was not there.

He looked at his white and tender fingertips, reluctant and unable to swallow the breath.

After several times of hesitation, I finally made up my mind to bite hard on my fingertips after washing my hands, "Hiss."

Mom, it hurts so much.

The blood that was finally squeezed out should not be wasted.

Shen Qingcheng used bloody fingers to draw an unknown symbol on the clean mirror. After the blood stained the mirror, it slowly seeped into the mirror, and no trace of blood could be seen.

Then Shen Qingcheng stretched his hand into the mirror.

Just like Lu Qi put his hand into the wooden door, Shen Qingcheng also put his hand into the mirror, the difference is that there was a big hole in the wooden door, but the mirror was intact.

Even if Shen Qingcheng's right hand disappeared completely to the point where only his arm was left outside, the mirror did not show any signs of cracking.

With a sullen face, he rummaged in the mirror with his right hand, narrowed his eyes suddenly, and said with a sneer: "You dog, let's see where you are going!"

After saying that, his right hand pulled out a not-so-solid white shadow from the mirror.

The white shadow was thrown to the ground and rolled around, whimpering miserably, with disheveled hair, shivering and shivering in the corner of the wall.

Her snow-white mourning gown was covered with dots of red, and as soon as the red touched the flesh, black spots would burn out on the flesh. She was afraid of the red on her body, and she was even more afraid of the person who dyed her mourning gown red.

Shen Qingcheng saw that her ghost image was no longer solidified, and he was in a good mood immediately. How dare a little ghost come to scare him?

He straightened his trousers and said in a leisurely manner, "Put up your hair and let me have a look."

The female ghost shivered and raised her hair to reveal a bloodless face, round face and small eyes, which was Zhou Xiaohui, one of the protagonists in the photo.

Zhou Xiaohui is a staff member of the archives room, it's normal to linger around after death, Shen Qingcheng understood it, and then said with disgust: "Forget it, you'd better let it go."

"..."

Zhou Xiaohui put down her hands, a red light flashed in her eyes covered by her hair, these damn men who only know how to look at their faces!

She's going to kill them all!

"Crack," Shen Qingcheng kicked her, "Tell me, how did Qi Mei die, how did her son die, and what is your relationship with Qi Mei."

Who would have thought that Zhou Xiaohui, who had seemed very timid just now, suddenly became violent when she heard Qi Mei's name, and rushed towards Shen Qingcheng with a grinning grin.

"Qi Mei, you bitch, how dare you kill me!"

I'm asking you who killed Qimei, not who killed you.

Shen Qingcheng's black line, was about to raise his hand to restrain the other party when he suddenly heard movement outside, immediately stepped back in fear, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Help~"

Because Shen Meiren went out for a long time and didn't come back, Lu Qi and Chen Ge who chose to look for someone heard the voice. Before Chen Ge had time to react, he saw the man next to him rushing into the toilet with a knife.

When Chen Ge, who was two steps behind, entered, the battle was over. He first looked at the environment in the toilet, but he didn't see anything special.

"Brother Shen..." He was about to ask what happened, when he turned his head and saw Brother Shen leaning "weakly" on Brother Lu's shoulder.

But Brother Lu didn't turn away with a cold face, but asked patiently, "Are you injured?"

Shen Qingcheng stretched out his injured index finger tremblingly, "It hurts, it hurts."

Alright, Brother Lu shook him off with a cold face.

That's right, Chen Ge heaved a sigh of relief.