After an unknown amount of time, Kou Dong finally heard a vague cry that seemed to pierce the darkness. The familiar light laughter sounded again in the dark night, as if a butterfly had fluttered its wings and emerged from the cocoon.

He hurriedly got out of bed and went downstairs with Ye Yanyi. When they reached the first floor, both of them were stunned.

The ground was full of little blood, and don't know how high it splashed, even leaving brown marks on the lamps on the top. Strangely, with such a big movement, none of the students on the first floor came out.

The bloodstain was really shocking, Kou Dong couldn't help but raised a heart and looked at Ye Yanzhi.

"Go inside?"

Ye Yanzhi nodded.

He pushed open the door of the dormitory where Scar lived, and Kou Dongqing closed his eyes involuntarily. At this moment, he heard the sound of wings flapping, wrapped around his body slightly, and then lightly drilled out from the door.

The curtains in the room were drawn so tightly that no light could penetrate. In the darkness, there is only a dazzling white.

The corpse lay quietly on the ground, pale and full, like a large translucent jellyfish. It's just that the top is full of blood, even covering his face completely, so he can't see his face clearly.

Kou Dong squatted down, enduring nausea to wipe the blood from his face. Before he started, Ye Yanzhi took a step ahead of him and did the work for him.

I don't know where took out a square towel, and slowly wiped away the stains on the corpse's face.

There was a very deep scar on it.

Scar was still staring, his expression full of panic, as if he had seen a ghost. His lips opened, and from there, a monster of satiety emerged.

Kou Dong's raised heart finally let go.

Not Ash.

The dead are the scars.

He stepped over the pale corpse, and immediately saw the little girl who had just wiped her hands outside the bathroom. The bright red knife was still thrown on the ground. Axue carefully wiped off the water marks on her hands, and immediately raised her eyes to look at them.

"It's settled," she said calmly. "He's dead."

Kou Dong asked, "How do you feel?"

"It's good," the little girl stepped over the knife and said lightly, "He's less courageous than I remembered. I only moved a few knives, and he was already scared to provoke them."

Immediately, she smiled again.

"That's right, he has always only dared to play tricks at home."

Kou Dong's heart tightened, listening to her, it seemed like she was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

He vaguely understood what the little girl had done, and he was afraid that he used the props drawn from the exchange pool to force Scar to a dead end, making him fearful. Eventually, this fear attracts foraging monsters, and Scar becomes a new cocoon.

It's just easier said than done, but difficult to do. The most important point is that Axue De has always remained calm, and must not be dominated by this hatred.

- She must not be parasitized.

This is actually a battle with herself, and it is naturally difficult to fight. The clothes on the little girl's body were already soaked with sweat, and her forehead was dripping with water, but her eyes were fixed on the people on the ground.

This man was lying on his back, as fragile as glass that could be broken at a touch. It was very different from the man she remembered who was always cursing and hitting her with things after drinking.

At that time, if a man talked about it all day, he regretted having such a money loser like her. .

I lost share, had no face, couldn't go down to see ancestors.

This has become a man's speech. Every time she says it, her mother can't say anything, and she can't refute a word. She can only watch him drink and gamble again. Sometimes when he made money, the man would hum a couple of songs; more often, if he didn't make any money, he would drag her off the kang head in the middle of the night and go out to fight.

The walls were marked by men's soot, and the room was filled with the unpleasant stench of alcohol.

Speaking of which, the man only remembered that she was his daughter once, when she ran away with a large loan of usury.

At that time, the man was slashed in the face by the debt collector, and he suddenly remembered that he still had a daughter who was on 11th, and his wife, all of which could be used to repay the debt.

He has a wife and daughter, how can he be considered a pauper?

A Xue's fingers trembled slightly, and suddenly clenched again. Now, the scar was not the same as she remembered it, and when she looked at the scar, everything was reversed.

Ants.

Her heart was smoother than ever before, and she put the knife back in the luggage compartment and said, "Go back."

The little girl went straight back to the girls' dormitory to sleep. Kou Dong saw that she didn't even change her face, and she felt that this girl was awesome. Although she didn't kill this person directly, she had her indirect credit. Now that the body is still lying on the floor, the little girl didn't even show any signs of fear or panic. Instead, she calmly seemed to be kicked over. A trash can, not worth mentioning at all.

How strong of a will does this have to be?

With just such a person, Song Hong was still worried. It was true that the old mother was smothered by lard.

When he and Ye Yanzhi went back, Song Hong was also alarmed by the sound, and hurried out the door, and happened to bump into the two of them.

"What's going on?—Where's Axue? Why is there no one?" He said, rushing out again, "Did she really go?"

Kou Dong reached out to stop him and shook his head, "It's fine."

Song Hongxin still didn't let go, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"It's really okay," Kou Dong told him briefly about the situation just now, "She survived."

Song Hong: "..."

Song Hong: "!!!"

Song Hong slowly came to taste the taste. He looked back and forth between the two of them. The three of them had discussed their feelings from the very beginning, and they planned to lie to him.

In this way, didn't the little girl refer to him as a fool yesterday?

Song Hong was about to die of anger. He muttered to Kou Dong for a while with the heart of an old father, and repeatedly emphasized how risky and unsafe this matter was. A Xue was taking his life by taking such a risk. bet. At the beginning, Kou Dong responded with two words of reconciliation, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the whole person acted in Ye Yanzhi's arms as a chicken pecking at rice, knocking and knocking.

Ye Yan wrapped one arm around him, silently patting his back with his hand. His hand seemed to have magic power, and Kou Dong was patted twice by him, and he didn't know when he tilted his head and fell asleep completely.

The next day, Scar's body was discovered by the dormitory aunt, which caused a new wave of panic.

The room on the first floor was blocked, and Kou Dong went down the stairs, and he could still see the police officers rushing through them, busy collecting evidence. In fact, there is not much evidence to recommend. There is no surveillance in the corridors of this school. At night, everyone is sound asleep again, and no one hears the movement.

The police came here for a round of questioning, but found nothing. In the end, they had to take the body back and hand it over to the Criminal Investigation Department together with the front.

A lot of daring college students on both sides of the crowd gathered here to watch the excitement.

"Another one."

"Is it still a transfer student? There have been so many accidents with transfer students recently..."

Kou Dong passed through the crowd, and suddenly heard a student behind him shouting, "Teacher Si!"

Then there was a gentle answer, "Hello."

"..."

Kou Dong's footsteps stopped.

He turned around and saw a slender figure walking from the direction of the office building from a distance, his shirt rolled up to his forearm, and his light amber eyes were hidden behind thin gold-wire glasses, so he couldn't see clearly.

Not a psychiatrist.

The psychological teacher was standing behind the crowd. He was not able to spot Kou Dong standing behind the crowd diagonally in front of him. He just watched the pale corpse being carried out just like the others. Kou Dong kept staring at him, and after realizing that the corpse was not A Xue, the man's always indifferent face was startled, and then he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Obviously, this was somewhat unexpected.

The student who greeted him just now spoke to him: "Mr. Si still doesn't know, right? This is another one, or a transfer student..."

The students in the school all like this psychology teacher. Not only is the student young and handsome, but also has a humble disposition, which is especially easy to let people down. If the school selects the top ten famous teachers, he can be the first.

The psychology teacher frowned and looked at it for a while, then suddenly asked, "Which one is it?"

The student was taken aback, "What?"

"Transfer student," the man said, "who is it?"

"...Oh!" The student came to understand, "It's the one with the scar on his face, I don't know if Teacher Si has seen it before, but it's the one in our class—"

He turned his head and caught a glimpse of the teacher Si's face, but was slightly stunned.

For some reason, the man's lips were pursed so tightly that... he seemed to be angry because things were beyond his control.

It was the first time he had seen such a look on the face of this psychologist, and the amber eyes were dark, inexplicably reminding him of a beast that would devour others.

"..."

The student swallowed his saliva, and suddenly he couldn't spit out the rest of the sentence. He subconsciously took a step back, and it took a long time to shout, "Mr. Si..."

In just a moment, the person in front of him regained his former peaceful smile.

"Um?"

The students were a little nervous, and felt that it was just an illusion. He reluctantly calmed down his fast beating heart, and said casually, "Transfer students have had so many troubles, and there are still people who are transferred in desperately. Today, the old class said that there will be another one in class—"

The psychology teacher turned his attention.

"New transfer student?"

he asked softly, squinting behind the thin gold-rimmed glasses.

"Yes," said the student, "it seems that the surname is Ye. What is the name... Ye?"

He thought for a while, and finally clapped his hands, "By the way, Ye Yanzhi!"

The psychology teacher lifted the corners of his lips, revealing a faint smile.

"Ye Yanzhi," he chewed these three words repeatedly in his mouth, and tasted it, almost as if he was reciting an old friend, "Ye Yanzhi..."

He glanced up, and there was a hidden system dialog box that didn't pop up at the moment.

"waste."

The young psychologist said sarcastically, and immediately he took a step and left without looking back.