The host is broken

Chapter 2 That Host Is Strange (2)

and so……

Su Shumo glanced at the surrounding environment again, it should be the night when Xu Yue asked Su Shumo to attend the appointment in the name of Cheng Heng.

The cold wind suddenly blew, reverberating in the dilapidated and terrifying building, making a scalp-numbing whining sound, as if someone was hiding somewhere and crying.

【My lord, according to the plot, those people have already arrived~】

The immature childish voice of the system sounded lively, as if he was more willing to see Su Shumo being bullied.

Su Shumo ignored his gloating tone, glanced at the broken glass on the ground out of the corner of his eye, and then bent down to pick it up. At the same time, Su Shumo's ears were keenly aware of the noisy and chaotic footsteps in the corridor outside.

Her eyes gradually narrowed, and the broken glass raised in her hand drew a dark light and shadow in the dark night.

When the system saw this, a bloody glint of excitement flashed across its eyes.

Blood, he likes it!

"Boss, I heard that the female student is fair and beautiful, you have to let the younger brothers enjoy it!"

In the corridor, the yellow-haired hooligan stepped on the ashes on the ground, rubbed his hands, and there was disgusting desire in his eyes.

The scarred man called the boss laughed and agreed.

"Boss, here we are, this is the room!"

Huang Mao and his younger brothers glanced at the loose house number on the door, stepped forward quickly, and opened the door graciously.

However, the scene in front of them was completely different from what they had imagined.

The door opened, and when he saw the picture in the room clearly, even the brave man with the scar couldn't help his legs trembling, and the next moment, the crotch was wet.

The girl was wearing a plain white dress, leaning against the window in a weird standing posture, her long hair was blown fluttering by the wind, she had a pair of extremely black eyes, like glass beads, looking at the The direction of the door.

Under the night, this kind of black, like a dead thousand-year-old well, exudes a scalp-numbing chill, and a coolness spreads from the soles of the feet to the whole body.

"Boss...boss, why...how did she die?"

Huang Mao trembled his lips, pointed at the girl's bloody wrist, and spoke tremblingly, his eyes filled with fear.

It's not that he has never seen a wrist cut, but who would be so cruel that almost the entire wrist was separated from the arm, leaving only bones and a little bit of flesh barely connected.

And...and judging by the appearance of the wound, he committed suicide!
Who the hell would commit suicide by means of self-torture! !

Damn, everyone's hearts collapsed: "Boss, this... this is killing people!"

"I'm afraid it's a chicken feather, and we didn't do it. In this way, you can send it according to the photo. No one is allowed to say what happened today, do you hear me?"

The boss was also stunned for a while, then ordered sharply, and glanced at the dead body of Su Shumo by the window again. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that pair of black eyes were staring at him, so he couldn't help being a little annoyed, and spat viciously , cursed bad luck, turned and left.

The boss led the younger brothers away, leaving only Huang Mao sadly responsible for taking pictures. With trembling hands, he took out his mobile phone and pointed it at the female corpse by the window. The mobile phone has very high-resolution pixels, and the pictures taken are extremely clear...

Huangmao quickly focused, and then clicked to take a picture, but at this moment, he heard a faint giggling sound in the empty room.

(End of this chapter)