Second first love

Wen Zheng did not break his promise, and the next day, Lin You ate egg noodles as he wished, with two pieces of egg shells mixed in.

After eating the noodles, Lin You wiped his mouth, and saw Wen Zheng sitting in the corner, looking at him non-stop.He put down the bowl, sighed, and said, "What's the point of us being like this?"

The man was not angry, but smiled calmly: "Interesting."

He walked to the bed, took the bowl, handed the paper cup filled with water to Lin You, and said, "Of course I have nothing left, Lin You. But that Yu, he shouldn't think about it either."

Lin You didn't speak, Yu Xiaohua probably realized that she was gone, he was probably in a hurry, probably still crying?

After a long time, he curled his lips: "Professor Wen, you call it revenge on the society." He wanted to say, "If you occupy the latrine, don't shit", but after thinking about it, it seems inappropriate to compare yourself to the latrine.

"They have nothing to do with me." Wen Zheng wiped his lips affectionately, and smiled closer, "I only care about you."

"Thank you," Lin You rolled his eyes, "It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes to be spotted by you."

Wen Zheng smiled noncommittally, pushed the bowl away, and loosened his tie: "Since you are so energetic, why don't you move around?"

The alarm sounded in his heart, Lin You suddenly slapped his hand away, and subconsciously looked down.Probably his expression was too sarcasm, Wen Zheng didn't even bother to wear the mask of tenderness, his face was gloomy, and he bullied him.

The two of them completely tore their skins apart, and moved their hands without saying a word.Lin You didn't know where the strength came from, turned over and held the opponent firmly.

Panting undecided, the tie and the iron chain got entangled, tightly wrapping around the man's neck.Lin You was punched in the stomach with both ends pulled in the palms covered in cold sweat, and his whole body trembled with pain, but his hands were surprisingly stable.

Wen Zheng couldn't make a sound, his face was flushed, and his struggle gradually weakened.At this moment, Lin You raised his head from his chest, met his gaze, and was slightly startled.

At the moment of life and death, Wen Zheng's eyes were still full of madness, without a trace of fear.Seeing Lin You raised his eyes, he even squeezed out a distorted smile.

"You..." Lin You's mouth was dry and he shuddered—it seemed that it was not the other party but himself who was being strangled to death at this moment.

While he was in a daze, Wen Zheng raised his hand like lightning, and grasped his wrist like iron clamps.The bones creaked, Lin You was at the end of his strength, and when his strength dissipated, the blood-stained iron chain fell back to the ground with a clang.

"It's a pity," Wen Zheng firmly restrained his struggle, and the two rubbed each other's ears, as if they were hugging each other intimately.He whispered in a low voice: "Just a little bit, Xiaoyou. We can die here together."

Lin You gasped violently, every cancerous tissue screamed for pain, almost taking away his mind.Hearing this, he subconsciously glanced at the combination lock at the door—the basement was locked tightly, even if he lost a leg and took off the chain, there was no way he could break through the door.

Wen Zheng was right, if you kill him, this dark room will become their common cemetery.

Seeing that there was no need to pretend anymore, Lin You snorted coldly: "Oh, it's really disgusting."

Wen Zheng held his hands with one hand, and gently stroked the cold sweat off his face with the other hand, and said with a low smile, "You shouldn't have strangled me."

Lin You didn't bother to deal with him, so he just bent his knee and kicked him.

Dodging sideways, Wen Zheng turned over and stood up.He caressed the strangle marks on his neck, his face was cloudy and uncertain, as if he was seriously thinking about how to deal with the other party.

"It's really embarrassing. With your appearance, I'm afraid you will die if you accidentally play."

He said so in his mouth, but his actions did not soften his heart.Wen Zheng slowly rolled up his cuffs, strangled the opponent's neck with his backhand, and dragged him to the small bathroom.

The bathroom is very simple, with a rusty shower head protruding from the wall that can't see the original color, and the bottom is facing the toilet.The washstand is crowded on the other side, and the place where the mirror should have been placed on the wall is empty, but a pinhole camera has been installed.

Metal or glass products that can hurt people should be gone.Wen Zheng didn't bother to look at Lin You, who was coughing violently, and groped for a rubber ball from the cabinet. In a great mood, he hummed a song and turned on the tap.

When Lin You caught a glimpse of that thing, his hands and feet went limp, and he ran out without saying a word.Wen Zheng grabbed his black hair from behind, dragged him back in an orderly manner, and locked the door smoothly.

"Why are you running, Xiaoyou. I need to wash you up." His voice was still hoarse, with a frightening twisted smile.

"Fuck | You..." Lin You yelled, before he finished speaking, he disappeared into the cold pool water at the end.

Wen Zheng didn't refute him, he just held the back of his neck and forced his head into the sink.In the pain of suffocation, Lin You's fingers convulsed, he broke free from the shackles suddenly, and struggled to reach the plug at the bottom of the pool.

The hair rope on the wrist broke, and the Nanhong beads rolled into the water, like a drop of blood.

The other hand followed into the cold water, and together with his fingers, he pressed the plug firmly.

Lin You opened his eyes wide in vain. There was nothing in the muddy water bottom, only the terrible chill pervasively poured down his mouth and nose into his lungs. It was pungent and painful, tightly entangled his soul.

Who can help me.

No one heard his cries for help.

Wen Zheng let go of his strength, waited for someone to cough twice, then pressed back into the water hard, with a smile on his face, never tired of it, as if he was maliciously playing with an ant that had nowhere to escape.

Tears broke through the long-dried eye sockets, mixed into the wet cheeks, and disappeared invisible.

The perception of time became very blurred, and Lin You almost had the illusion that he was dead. When Wen Zheng let go of him completely, he couldn't even understand what the other party's mouth was opening and closing.

"It's much more interesting than washing intestines, don't you think?"

He fixedly looked at the smiling man in front of him—even though it was short, they had a good time.The kindness of knowing you, the friendship between teachers and students, now it seems like a lifetime away.

Lin You closed his eyes, covered a tear, and said hoarsely, "You kill me."

Wen Zheng turned a deaf ear, threw the rubber tube to his feet, and asked softly, "Do you plug it yourself, or shall I do it?"

"It's so cold."

Wen Zheng leaned against the washstand, patiently waiting for the other party to make a choice.Suddenly, he heard a thin trembling voice.Looking around subconsciously, I saw Lin You sitting in front of me with his head down, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

Not him, who is that?The old fluorescent tube flickered for a while, and the fingertips seemed to touch a few cold strands of hair, which probably fell from Lin You's struggle.

"I'm so cold..."

A snake-like female voice sounded from behind, Wen Zheng's body froze, and goosebumps crawled up his body along the soaked shirt.

"Who?" He turned his head abruptly, and there was nothing on the water-stained washstand.

Wen Zheng clenched his fists and roared fiercely, "Pretending to be a ghost! Come out if you have the ability! Fuck!"

The room was silent, the sound of dripping water was infinitely magnified, Wen Zheng was panting like a trapped animal, and looked around, but there was nothing unusual in the room.

Is... an illusion?

He relaxed his body, took a step, and grabbed Lin You who was on the ground.At this moment, Wen Zheng's body swayed, he was tripped and staggered, and there was a soft touch on his leg...

Looking down, the hairs on his body stood on end.Unknowingly, countless black hairs grew out of the floor drain, wrapping around his ankles like algae.Dazed for a moment, Wen Zheng came back to his senses, yelled like crazy, and tore those wet long hairs hard.

"Go away!" After finally retracting his legs, he held onto the edge of the washstand, trying to stand up again.

The dome light flickered twice again, there was a slight sound of glass shattering, and the light was completely extinguished.

Trembling, Wen Zheng took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight. The light beam flashed across the small room in a panic, but there were so many shadows around him that he couldn't see the whole picture.

The surrounding area seemed to have cooled down, and the cold, damp and heavy damp filled this small space like tarsal maggots.He shuddered and retreated step by step towards the door.

"Teacher Wen, help me..."

At the same time as the voice sounded, someone grabbed his hand suddenly.The opponent's strength was astonishing, and he couldn't get rid of it for a while.In a panic, he raised his flashlight to shine a light, and his pupils dilated instantly due to fear—a pale and thin arm protruded from the turbid pool water, and it clenched his wrist like iron clamps.

"You, you..." His throat was rattling, and Wen Zheng's upper and lower teeth were chattering continuously, as if he had been exhausted, the phone fell out of his hand and shattered in response.

"The bottom of the water is really cold, Mr. Wen, why didn't you save me?"

The sound was getting closer and closer, as if something was crawling out of the washstand.

Wen Zheng uttered a cry with a different tone, struggled desperately, and fell out of the door.He didn't dare to look back, and quickly climbed out of the basement stairs using both hands and feet.

Leaning against the wall for a moment, the cold touch still remained on the skin, Wen Zheng regained his composure, stood up on his knees, and walked slowly through the living room.

Slowly rinsing his palms, the warm water made him gradually regain his composure.

——It’s all an illusion.Wen Zheng nodded to himself in the mirror, poured out a handful of pills, and swallowed them without looking at them.After resting on the marble counter for a while, he simply lowered his head, scooped up a handful of water, and buried his face in the warm palm.

The temperature of the water flow gradually increased, and he wiped his face before realizing that something seemed wrong.

A strong stench filled his nose, and when he opened his eyes, there was no longer clear water in his palm, but red and black blood.It was scorching hot, extremely lively, and its eyes were dazzling red.

Wen Zheng's stomach turned upside down, and he bent down and vomited wildly.After vomiting up the clear liquid, his throat was still itchy, and he subconsciously reached out to dig it out, but he pulled out a clump of long black hair.

"Ah!" He stared intently, his hands kept tugging, but his hair was slender and tangled, as if there was no end, "Save..."

His pale face and blood were reflected in the mirror, the light was distorted, and his face suddenly changed. The woman with long hair stretched out her hand from the mirror, as if to hug him.

"Go, go away!" Wen Zheng struggled violently, grabbed the razor blade frantically, and cut the opponent's skin recklessly.

The hands felt no pain, they stretched straight out, Wen Zheng only felt a chill in his lower abdomen, but it was the sharp nails that cut the skin.

"Ah, it's so warm." Those hands cut open the abdominal cavity all the way, soaking in warm blood.

Under the great fear, Wen Zheng couldn't move, so he had to let his cold fingers grope until they grabbed his heart.

"You, you can't..." As soon as he opened his mouth, his hair mixed with blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. His whole body was cold, his speech was slurred, and he struggled, "Xiaoyun, you..."

Chen Liuyun stopped moving after hearing the words.Before Wen Zheng could catch his breath, he saw her take out something from her bosom.

In the open palm, lay a delicate black flag quietly.

Under the five-color decree of Yan Luodian, those who have the deepest grievances, please get the black flag, will return the Yang to seek revenge, and humans, ghosts, gods and Buddhas are not allowed to interfere.

"No!" The slender man broke into the door and flew towards him, "No, Xiaoyun!"

She tilted her head slightly, gave an inaudible laugh, let go of her hand, and the black order flag fell from her fingertips into a pool of blood all over the ground.

The moment the black flag filled with resentment was stained with blood, the golden light flourished.The halo exploded, and the person who came was knocked straight away and fell five meters away.Ignoring the pain, the man rolled and got up, and slapped the transparent light wall vigorously, his face was anxious, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't transmit a sound into the space.

She turned her gaze back, stayed on Wen Zheng's frightened and distorted face for a moment, and immediately crushed the heart in her hand without hesitation.

"Let's go to hell together, Teacher Wen."

Wriggling black chains protruded from the pool of blood, wrapped around Wen Zheng's tortured|killed body, and dragged him into an invisible abyss.

Looking down at the tragic situation of the other party, the black air around her slowly dissipated, and a childish smile curled up on the corner of her mouth.

Across the transparent wall of light, Lu Baichuan clenched his fists, his voice trembling: "Obviously it will be done in a few days... You, why do you want to..."

Xiaoyun gradually recovered her delicate appearance, but her outline became thinner and thinner. She looked at Lu Baichuan, said something in a low voice, and her soul suddenly shone with light.

What shattered at the same time was the incomparably strong light wall.Lu Baichuan broke into the room, but there was no sign of her.

The room was empty, no blood, no hair, only a small black flag left.