"My, my hand hurts."

"Don't tie it so tightly."

Xing Zai's expression changed, and he stared at the darkened mobile phone screen.

This voice... was gentle.

He couldn't have heard it wrong.

tie……

Xing Ze's face was sullen, Wen Qing must have had an accident, so he called the police station to contact him.

He picked up the car keys, ran out the door in a single step, and called Xiao Chen at the same time.

The moment the phone was connected, Xing Ze quickly said, "Call up Song Xuan's file, hurry up."

Hearing the anxiety in Xing Ze's tone, Xiao Chen tapped the keyboard to investigate Song Xuan's information.

"Eighteen years old, male, studying in the third class of Dezhi Middle School, his father is Song Zong, from Song's real estate—"

Xing Ze pressed the elevator down to the second floor, frowned and interrupted, "Needless to mention his parents, where is his usual place of residence?"

"Let's take a look," Xiao Chen paused, called up the property information, and after a while, reported the address, "Nancheng Community, Building 10, Unit 10, 1104."

Xing Zhe ran into the underground garage and started the vehicle.

"Brother Xing, have you contacted him?" Xiao Chen couldn't help asking, "What happened so I called you?"

Xing Ze was silent for a moment, without explanation, turned the steering wheel, and said to Xiao Chen, "Hang up."

"Don't, wait, wait," Xiao Chen said quickly, "Are you going to find him?"

Xing Xie responded.

Xiao Chen said quickly, "He shouldn't be where he lives at the moment."

"Probably at school."

Xing Zhe paused at his fingertips and glanced at the date: "Today is the weekend."

"That's right," Xiao Chen responded and added, "but he is in the third class of Dezhi Middle School. I heard from my cousin that from the first to the third class, this class stays at the school on weekends. ."

"Make-up classes are not allowed in the city." Xing Ze frowned, stepped on the accelerator, and turned to Dezhi Middle School.

Xiao Chen: "Yeah, don't you work quietly?"

After he finished speaking, he said, "Song Xuan's bedroom is 401 in Building 3."

"Brother Xing, is there an accident at the school?" Xiao Chen was a little worried, and hurriedly asked, "Do you want to send a few more people?"

Xing Ze said solemnly, "I'll go first."

"Check again if Song Xuan and Ji Sheng are connected."

Xiao Chen was stunned, and immediately checked the information.

Xing Ze stared at the road ahead and accelerated.

He pursed his lips tightly, thinking of Wen Qing's words just now, his heart beat faster and faster, and his face darkened.

"Have you found it?"

After a few minutes, Xiao Chen said, "I found it, I found it."

"Ji Sheng and Song Xuan live in the same community and the same school. They also participated in a city-level knowledge contest together."

"When I investigated Ji Sheng three years ago, I basically investigated all of his friends. Song Xuan was not among them. It should be just an ordinary classmate relationship."

Xiao Chen asked curiously, "Do you suspect that Song Xuan was also involved in that case?"

"Or is there a new case? He imitated Ji Sheng?"

Xing Ze pursed his lips: "No, no, don't guess."

The next second he was about to hang up, Xiao Chen couldn't help but ask the last question: "Brother Xing, could it be because of Wen Qing?"

Xing Zhe Shou paused for a while, then whispered to Xiao Chen, "I heard his voice."

The other end of the phone was quiet, and after a while, Xiao Chen's cautious voice came: "Brother, are you hallucinating?"

"That... don't exclude psychiatrists because of Ji Prison. There are always more good people than bad people in this world."

Punishment: "..."

"Bye."

After finishing speaking, Xing Ze directly hung up Xiao Chen's phone and called Song Xuan again.

No one picked up.

After a while, the other party directly shut down.

Xing Ze frowned, and stepped on the accelerator with one foot.

…………

"What am I going to do?" Song Xuan looked at Fu Ranxiu deeply.

Fu Ranxiu lifted his eyelids and said lightly, "It's the same as them."

"Write down your name and birth date."

Like the other students trading three years ago?

Wen Qing was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she hurriedly called 001 in her heart: [System, are you there? 】

001 responded: [I am here. 】

Wen Qing asked nervously: [I, I won't be left? 】

001 was quiet for a while, and said slowly: [There has been no similar case, so I can't be sure. 】

Its voice was cold, different from the usual voice, with a little anger.

But this time, Wen Qing didn't have the heart to pay attention to 001's emotions at all, and she was full of thoughts that she would become the first guinea pig, right?

He doesn't want to stay in this world!

Seeing Song Xuan pick up the pen and paper, Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly shouted, "Song Xuan!"

Song Xuan paused at the tip of his pen and turned his head to look at him.

Wen Qing took a deep breath, turned her brain quickly, and said to him, "Don't be impulsive."

"Now let you bully people, what if, what if he asks you to kill?"

Song Xuan sneered and looked at Wen Qing solemnly: "Do I look like a good person?"

"What about how many people died?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a while. Song Xuan's attitude towards him during this time caused him to forget that Song Xuan was a school bully and didn't care about the lives of others.

Seeing Song Xuan's indifference, Wen Qing stammered, "You, you will be arrested..."

"It's against the law and it's going to go to jail."

Song Xuan glanced at Fu Ranxiu and sneered, "Don't worry, even if I need to kill someone, someone will go to jail for me."

"I won't leave you to Fu Ranxiu." Song Xuan's eyes turned gloomy again.

Wen Qing's heart tightened, realizing that she had said the wrong thing.

Song Xuan can no longer be stimulated now.

He pursed his lips and said tentatively, "But don't you want to end it..."

"You, think about Huang Mao and the others, aren't they, they, your friends?"

Song Xuan raised the corner of his mouth: "It will be over in two months."

"They can wait."

Wen Qing now understood that Song Xuan couldn't listen to her words.

The only thing that can be used now is the prop of "no sex". Even if he uses it, Song Xuan still has the strength to write.

Suddenly, a hand touched his face.

Song Xuan leaned in front of him, his dark brown eyes stared at him tightly, and his fingertips gently caressed his face.

"You don't want to stay, do you?"

The hot breath brushed against his cheeks, and he pursed his lips gently, daring not to speak.

Of course he doesn't want to, this is not his world.

Song Xuan laughed softly and rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately: "It's okay."

"I'll think about it later."

After speaking, Song Xuan quickly wrote his name and birthday on the paper and threw it to Fu Ranxiu: "Come on, Huang Yi and the others can't stop Jiang Yan for long."

Fu Ranxiu took the note, put the angel sculpture in front of him, and spoke slowly.

He didn't speak Chinese, he didn't speak English, he didn't speak like any other language in the world, with a strange rhythm.

Wen Qing didn't understand, but felt that the tone was a bit familiar, a bit similar to what Heowei said at the time.

Fu Ranxiu's voice fell, and a cloudy wind rose in the bedroom, and the temperature suddenly dropped several degrees.

Wen Qing couldn't help but shuddered and looked at Fu Ranxiu with wide eyes.

The angel sculpture on the table moved, the wings behind it fluttered slightly, every feather was shaking, and the wings were slightly raised, like a bird spreading its wings.

With the swing of the wings, the shady wind in the bedroom was gusty, cold and icy, and a chill climbed up the body from the soles of the feet.

Wen Qing pinched the palm of his hand, and his lips lost their blood.

Soon, the eyelids of the angel sculpture trembled, and it slowly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of human-like black and white eyes.

The eyeballs slowly rolled, from Fu Ranxiu's face, and slowly landed on Wen Qing's face.

It looked at Wen Qing, and then, there was a low laugh in the bedroom.

The familiar laughter belonged to Ji Yu.

Wen Qing's eyes went dark, and he watched Fu Ranxiu's fingers burn out of thin air.

Fu Ranxiu rubbed his fingertips, his upper lip touched his lower lip, ready to speak.

A second before he could speak, Wen Qing hurriedly called him, "Fu Ranxiu."

"You, you are wrong."

Fu Ranxiu pursed his lips and turned to look at him.

Wen Qing didn't know what to say, he just wanted to delay the time, waiting for Jiang Yan, Xing Za, or anyone else to arrive.

He racked his brains and said to Fu Ranxiu, "Don't you think there is something wrong with this transaction?"

"You want to help others, but he lets others bully transfer students and participate in school violence. How can this be considered helping?"

"They are now involved in school violence, and maybe they will be involved in other similar things in the future."

Fu Ranxiu lifted his eyelids and looked indifferent: "This is their chance and their training."

"The inability to resist the temptation is their own inadequacy, and it should be the survival of the fittest."

Wen Qing didn't know what to do, he didn't understand Fu Ranxiu.

"But, but..." He opened his mouth, trying to delay time.

Without saying a word, Fu Ranxiu seemed to know what he was going to do, and said, "It's useless."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and then saw that the sky was getting darker, dark clouds covered the sun, the wind was blowing up, the trees outside the building were shattered wildly, and the leaves were rustling, falling and floating into the bedroom.

[Players please note that the copy is being upgraded. 】

[Players please note that the copy is being upgraded. 】

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped wildly, and immediately asked 001: [What, what does this mean? 】

001's voice is frosty: [The copy has unstoppable power and is being upgraded. 】

Wen Qing's eyes darkened, it was over.

Could it be that Ji Yu is coming?

Wen City can go from an ordinary human-level dungeon to a strange dungeon, is it going to be upgraded to a god-level dungeon now?

Ji Yu will not let him go, so it is even more impossible to reach a deal with Song Xuan.

Wen Qing hurriedly said to Fu Ranxiu, "You, please stop..."

He was so anxious that he was about to cry, and said in a trembling voice, "He won't make a deal with you."

"Don't believe his nonsense."

Listening to his words, Song Xuan frowned slightly and looked towards the outside world.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and a black vortex appeared in the sky on the top of the three buildings, getting bigger and bigger, as if something terrible was about to happen.

That didn't happen three years ago.

Song Xuan looked down at the sculpture on the table, and saw that its dead white body gradually had the luster of human skin, as if it was about to come alive, and its dark eyes stared straight at Wen Qing.

In his eyes was the possessiveness he was familiar with.

something wrong.

Song Xuan's face darkened.

The next second, the bedroom door was kicked open.

Xing Ze stood at the door, looked blankly at Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu in the dormitory, and slowly raised his gun: "Hold your head in your hands and squat down against the wall."

"Don't make me say it a second time."