The body reacted one step faster than the brain. The man was about to open his mouth to shout when a chubby object jumped onto his lower abdomen. The unspoken voice was wrapped in strands of black hair, and the man's eyes widened.

It was a gray-white woman's head!

He stared at the man for a moment, almost passed out before Byakugan rolled over, a tingling pain in his shoulder, and it was the damn pain that kept his brain barely half-awake.

Simply put, even if you want to get dizzy, you can't get dizzy.

There was a human head lying on his stomach, and there were several shadows around the bed that he didn't know if they were human or ghosts. The arrival of these uninvited guests brought the man a more exciting sensory experience than the midnight bell. He froze, not knowing. Should cry or cry for help.

Seeing that the other party is not good, it is impossible to let him go by crying, and there is no hope of calling for help. His mouth is tightly blocked by his hair, and it is harder to speak than to cry.

The man had to shake his head desperately. He hoped that the other party could see his innocence, but what he got was that the strength on his shoulders became stronger.

"Don't move." Ji Duan looked at the murderer sitting on the bed coldly. His big hand like iron pincers tightly grasped the opponent's shoulder blade and exerted force again on the most vulnerable point on the neck.

A miserable whimper overflowed from the crevices of the hair, the man's face was hideous, and his tears were swirling in his eyes.

Ji Duan grasped firmly and firmly, and he was satisfied to see the man in front of him who wanted to roll in pain. This pain was nothing compared to those girls who suffered physical and mental torture.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Liang held his dry cigarette and spit out a puff of white smoke at the man's face, "If you cooperate with me, I will let him let you go, how about it?"

He deliberately let himself speak much slower than usual, and after saying the conditions slowly, he sat down on the edge of the man's bed.

The man didn't notice that the head in his abdomen jumped a few steps in the opposite direction with Wen Liang's movements. His eyes were full of tears of fear, and he nodded hurriedly after hearing this.

"You know the two sisters Qu Ting Qu Wan, I want to hear their stories." Wen Liang's slender fingers twirled in the white smoke he exhaled. .

Wen Liang paused, thought carefully, and then added, "To be exact, I want to hear the stories that happened between them and you, and what you did to them."

The black hair that exuded a faint bloody smell quietly loosened, and the man's mouth was finally released. He still maintained a terrified expression, vigilant against the uninvited guests around him.

"You, you, what are you trying to do?" The voice trembled uncontrollably, and the man's hand slowly touched the position of the pillow, where there was a dagger he placed under the pillow. There is a trace of life.

The black hair fell from the edge of the bed, and the jet-black hair slammed around the man's wrist. A cold light flashed quickly in the darkness, and the dagger fell to the ground not far away.

At the same time came the force on the shoulders. Ji Duan was like a ruthless judge. Every time a man made a mistake, he would be punished accordingly.

Suppressed and painful screams echoed in the small staff dormitory. This middle-aged teacher, who was usually harmless to humans and animals, was tied up with black hair and five flowers, and there was someone threatening on his shoulders.

He shook his head desperately, with an embarrassed expression trying to defend himself.

The pale head rolled as far as he could see, followed by a pair of bloodless feet.

Qu Wan squatted down in front of the man lightly, the red skirt seemed to have just been soaked in blood, and blood kept dripping from her skirt.

"Tick."

The man's body froze a little, he stopped struggling, and strangled his neck to look up—

Under the red skirt, the beautiful figure of the girl is outlined, and then looking up, there is an ugly male head spliced ​​in the place where the pure face should be, and the face is twisted, as if trying to swallow him .

His mind was blank. The man's body instinctively wanted to trigger his self-protection awareness, but at this moment, the constant pain from his shoulders made him awake again.

He realized with grief that if he felt faint, he would be woken up again.

"Ah!!!" The voiceless scream burst out of his throat, and the man made a harsher sound than when he woke up from his sleep. He was like a fish fixed on a cutting board, constantly leaning back. , want to break free from this immobile confinement.

"Hey, what are you doing with such a loud voice all of a sudden." Wen Liang scratched his ears with his little finger, and reprimanded with some pretense, "I haven't seen her before, but you should know her."

"Ghost! Ghost!!" The man was about to cry, he completely ignored the pain in his shoulder, and at this moment he just wanted to stay away from the strange-faced female ghost in front of him, farther away.

Occupied by the desire to survive in his heart, he tilted his head back in a posture that was difficult for ordinary people to do. With just a quick glance, his eyes swept over the woman standing in the corner.

The man's eyes widened in disbelief, because it was a woman who couldn't possibly be here.

"Qu Ting?!" His body took a step faster than his mind, and he called out the name that was buried in the deepest part of his heart.

There was no response, and the somewhat transparent woman stood quietly in the corner. She didn't speak, but she could feel a sense of resentment from her.

"Impossible! Why are you here! You obviously..." The man shouted hysterically, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and stopped what he was going to say next.

"...Obviously what? It was obviously dismembered by you and put into the sculpture in the oil painting classroom, or why did it appear here when it was already dead?"

Qu Ting raised her face, the bloodless but suffocatingly beautiful face was full of resentment, she stared fiercely at the man's face, and scolded the name she hated until now, "Liu Peisheng!"

She angrily came towards this man named Liu Peisheng, her remaining obsession was fueled by herself, and the resentment that came to her face was no less than that of a ghost.

Liu Peisheng's pupils tightened suddenly, and Qu Ting's figure was reflected in his eyes.

In this short period of time, the woman had already come to his side, and there was another headless female ghost who was several times more terrifying than her standing beside her. Liu Peisheng's heart had already been eroded by fear, and his neck was full of holes. If you act softly, you will faint again.

At this moment, a hand whose body temperature was higher than his was firmly holding down his neck. Ji Duan was condescending, and once again strangled this unsympathetic man.

"Not only did you brutally kill me, but you also deceived my sister who came to look for me. You kept saying that you loved her, but you kept her in the dark, and finally caused her to turn against you after learning the truth, and what about you! "

Qu Ting had never been so angry in her life. She also knelt down and tightened her grip on Liu Peisheng's neck. Her cold hands carried the hatred of her master in this life, and directly touched ordinary people, which would bring some misfortune to some extent.

Liu Peisheng couldn't get dizzy, and wanted to ask for help but was surrounded by two ghosts. His blue lips trembled, and he finally cried out: "Please Qu Ting, please let me go!"

The black hair let go of his restraint at some point, and Liu Peisheng fell to his knees with a "plop", he hesitated for a few seconds, and took a big step forward, whimpering, "I know I was wrong, please let me go .”

Because he was crawling forward with his head down, Liu Peisheng just touched forward subconsciously. He didn't know who he touched, but he just said confession that he couldn't understand.

A hand raised his head in a trance, Liu Peisheng tried hard to open his tear-filled eyes, and he found that the person in front of him was not Qu Ting, but the strange-faced woman in the scarlet red dress!

"what!!"

Without any psychological construction, he saw the face of that terrifying man again. He backed away with his hands and feet together, and in a panic, his arm touched another cold thing, which was soft and elastic to the touch, like the skin of a person's calf.

"You said you loved her, but you couldn't recognize her after she changed her appearance." The air-conditioning came from behind, and Qu Ting walked around Liu Peisheng's back at some point, staring at him coldly, "The one in front of you, It was Qu Wan who was pushed downstairs by your own hands."

Qu Wan? This strange-faced woman is Qu Wan?

Before Liu Peisheng could react, Qu Wan's icy body came closer: "Head, my head...where did you hide my head?"

The horrible and weird man's face was distorted, and a purple tongue more than half a meter long protruded from the wide open mouth. The tongue was full of barbs, and if it was touched, it would be scraped to pieces.

Looking at the tongue only a few centimeters away from him, Liu Peisheng was so frightened that he even forgot to cry. He stammered and replied, "I don't know, what, what head? I didn't take your head!"

"You said you loved me, did you really love me?" The sharp female voice exploded in Liu Peisheng's mind. In Liu Peisheng's eyes, the man's head was like wax melted by fire, deforming and melting little by little.

"Liu Peisheng! Did the two sisters, Qu Ting and Qu Wan, have been murdered by you? Answer me honestly!" Wen Liang, who had been on the sidelines, suddenly asked sharply. His voice was too serious, which made Liu Peisheng, who was already nervous, blurt out without even thinking. .

"It's...it's me!"

Liu Peisheng subconsciously confessed the crime he committed. He didn't realize that there seemed to be something wrong with this incident, but he felt a pain in the back of his neck, and he fell limply backwards.

No one picked him up, so he just fell down on the ground and fell asleep.

Behind Liu Peisheng, Ji Duan clapped his hands in disgust. He seemed a little bit angry, and made up for the man who passed out: "It's really cheap for him."

Xie Jin didn't say anything. He had seen all those just now. This man named Liu Peisheng had just experienced the fright of the Qu sisters and was knocked unconscious by Ji Duan's knife, although these were not worth his crimes. Murder, but just looking at these Liu Peisheng is still a bit miserable.

"The evidence is conclusive, and the rest is to be handed over to the police." After Wen Liang confirmed the recording file, he waved the phone in his palm towards the two of them.

Tonight's special Midnight Horror was actually a game designed by Wen Liang. In order to get the evidence from Liu Peisheng's mouth that he killed the two Qu sisters, he planned the game temporarily.

"Are you all right?" Xie Jin stood beside Qu Ting, who had calmed down. He seemed to be a little afraid of Qu Ting just now. He asked cautiously.

The woman shook her head gently, bent over to support Qu Wan on the ground, and the head between Qu Wan's neck jumped to an unknown corner and disappeared again.

"Your head." Wen Liang put away his phone, and he gave Qu Wan a meaningful look, "The heads you controlled didn't exist from the beginning, they were all transformed from your obsession."

As soon as he said this, he was stunned by the crowd. Ji Duan was the first to react and asked, "What do you mean? She didn't lose her head?"

Wen Liang nodded: "It's not that she didn't lose it, it's that she turned into obsession and split into seven heads of different genders. Obsession is what she remembers most."

"It's like this." He pointed towards the corner of the staff dormitory, and two figures dashed away at a lightning-fast speed. Soon two children, a man and a woman, appeared in all the places holding a man's head. people's sight.

Wen Liang took the head from Tongtong Yuyu and placed it next to Liu Peisheng, who was lying on the ground.

After doing all this, he clapped his hands, stood up, and took a step to the left. He was not in a hurry to respond to the suspicious glances from others.

"You guys, don't you think this head is very similar to Liu Peisheng at a certain moment just now?"

Your head, my head, slapped like a ball