dramatic death

This sentence came true the next morning.

Xia Zexing was awakened by the knock on the door.He had a nightmare all night in a daze, his mind was full of the pale face of the person who jumped out of the window, he almost jumped out of bed the moment the roar exploded, his whole body was soaked in sweat kelp.

Panting heavily, he stared at the tight wooden door of the entrance with his eyes wide open. A loud bang accompanied by the sound of shattering glass sounded outside the door, as if someone picked up a chair outside and smashed it into pieces in one go. The fire hydrant box in the hallway.

He let out a breath slowly, loosened his grip on the quilt, and was about to turn over and get out of bed when he saw Dong Tiantian come out of the toilet, wiped his hands, and opened the door with the fire ax behind it.

Outside the door was not as scary as they thought.

The door of 335 on the opposite side was open, and Yin Tong was leaning against the entrance and yawning lazily.The moment Dong Tiantian pushed the door and came out, An Qi and Cheng Mingque had just finished fighting. One swung the chair and the other threw the axe, smashing the brains of the "uncle" who got up early for a walk.

Cheng Mingque was very wronged, and while smashing it back, he muttered with lingering fear: "I let you scare me."

Yin Tong stood at the door and let out a long sigh. He said, "Sparrow, to be reasonable, you are the one scaring us. Look at the door opposite, and Dong Xiaotian was scared out of bed by you."

Cheng Mingque looked over with his mouth pursed, and with blood splattered all over his face, he called pitifully: "Brother Chen."

Dong Tiantian thought, damn it, labor and capital are redundant.

There is always a light bulb in a threesome, and there are always a few singles in a small group.Dong Tiantian walked out the door with a fire ax in the coffin, stood beside the cage made of corridor lights between the two dormitories, and reached out to touch the switch on the wall of 337 next door.

"Are you ready?"

He was in no mood to wait for an answer, and pressed the switch within three seconds after asking.

The dome light flickered on.

This kind of "guess the zombie" game without clues usually has a certain amount of gambling. "Zombie" and "No zombie" occupy each side of the gambling table. Experience the thrill of "swinging life like dirt" in the early winter morning.

Yintong's luck is not high, good things happen to him basically, and bad things happen to him every day.Letting him participate in this kind of little game of turning on the lights and betting his life is really too dangerous. At best, he might turn on the lights and pick up the corpse, or at worst, he might die by turning on the lights.So Dong Tiantian simply didn't even glance at him, and directly led the two older children to charge forward.

He was in charge of turning on the lights, and An Qi and Cheng Mingque were in charge of "closing the head". It was not difficult to cooperate along the way, and successfully greeted the dawn at the end of the corridor.

The sunlight pierced through the dim yellow halo in the corridor, illuminating the bloody floor.

Yin Tong raised his head from the corpse picking activity, squinted his eyes and looked at the misty white mist outside the window.

That's how he came across the scene of jumping off a building last night.

Last night at 11 o'clock, after Dong Tiantian and the three retreated, Cheng Mingque washed up and jumped onto the three-meter bed in the dormitory.He first rolled around on the bed, from Yin Tong's pillow to An Qi's pillow, then sat up and looked at Yin Tong in front of the desk with a smirk, and forced out his consciousness trapped in the diary.

Yin Tong put down An Qi's diary, looked up at Cheng Mingque, and couldn't help but bend the corner of his lower lip.

He asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I didn't think about it," Cheng Mingque replied shaking his head, "I just thought, Boss Yin, it's nice to have a mother."

Cheng Mingque said these words without beginning or end, at first glance it sounded like he had drunk too much.Looking at his big bright eyes, Yin Tong unconsciously thought of An Qi who was washing in the toilet cubicle, thought for a while, and then laughed out loud.

What An Qi saw when he came out was such a scene. The remaining two people in the room smiled brightly facing each other, their bright eyes were slightly bent, like crescent moons hiding bright stars in the sky in a small pool.

He stood there, looked at Yintong's side face and thought of something. It took him a long time to move, pretending to be unintentional, tidying up the scattered magazines on the bookshelf.

"What are you talking about?"

He lowered his eyes and carefully peeked at Yin Tong's expression. He didn't expect that the moment his eyes fell, he was caught by the Lord, and he couldn't escape. He was locked in the eyes of Yin Tong with a smile inside.

Yin Tong leaned on the back of the chair and looked at him with his head tilted. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he said with a narrow smile: "Mom, why don't you go to sleep with the child?"

Mother?What mother?

An Qi's expression was blank for a moment, and before he had time to figure out what the other party meant, he saw Yin Tong lying on the table and laughing into a ball.He stared at Cheng Mingque's expectant big eyes blankly, his thoughts circled those two words three times in his mind, his fair skin turned red, and it took him a long time to cough lightly to react.

"You bullied me again." He put down the book in his hand, walked over to sit by the bed, and looked down at Yin Tong with a bit of helplessness in his eyes.

"I'm not, I don't, how dare I," Yin Tong sat on the bed with a diary in his hand, with his two long legs resting on An Qi's legs one after the other, leaning against the head of the bed and laughing, "Come on Oh motherfucker, go to bed."

An Qi's face was flushed by his trouble, and his angry expression showed a bit of bewilderment and panic, his fingers were clenched tightly, and his back molars were biting like a big white rabbit raised in some backyard.Yintong hated his pitiful appearance the most, and wanted to tease him when he met him. It would be best to tease him so that the corners of his eyes were red and his breath was unstable, so he would be satisfied.

But not today, today's time is wrong, this freshly baked "child" is still waiting for a bedtime story, "new parents" can't be so mischievous.

Yin Tong leaned on the head of the bed and coughed softly, thinking about what to say to end the scene, but unexpectedly, the person being molested finally concocted a strategy of resistance, got up and bent over in one go, with his left arm around his back , embracing his bent hips with his right hand, hugged by a princess, and threw him onto the bed next to the wall.

Sitting in the middle, Cheng Mingque was stunned by this coquettish operation. He looked at Yin Tong with the same surprised expression, and he hadn't recovered from the aftertaste of the fall.

An Qi's face was still red, her smoky gray eyes were watery, she was erratic from side to side as if she had downed three bottles of wine in one breath, her footsteps swayed, and she directly stuck her head on the outer bed.

He turned his back to the newly baked "father and son" on the bed, and said fiercely, "Sleep."

go to bed?

Cheng Mingque was stuck in the middle, looking at An Qi's back and Yin Tong's bewildered expression, something was going around in his head, and he just lay down, closed his eyes and muttered solemnly: "Sleep."

So in the whole bed, only Yin Tong was left sitting alone.

His eyes slipped from An Qi's tense back to Cheng Mingque's tense lips, and he rolled his eyes when he saw Cheng Mingque's expression of trying to suppress a smile. If you have the ability to laugh, face your Mummy Ann's anger from embarrassment, don't be so stretched like a zombie just past seven, and don't even cover the bed with a quilt, ashamed to say that I want to sleep.

But he can't say, even if the complaints in his heart are endless, he can't say a word more.His family's little friend An has reached the peak of shyness today, and if he continues to talk about it, he might jump up and rush out to chop a few gingerbread men to reduce his anger.

This is not good, it is not good for young people to fight and kill.

Yin Tong looked sideways for a while, then suddenly turned around and flipped through the diary that he had brought to bed.

The overhead light in the dormitory was yellowish, and the soft light enveloped his fine hair.Yin Tong rested his hands on his knees and looked down at the diary on the bed carefully, his eyes gliding over those square words that were flailing, but he couldn't calm down.

He turned a page while pinching the ink-stained corner of the paper, thinking of the dense winter rain in Central City, and flipping another page pinching the corner of the paper, remembering the cautious expression of the young man through the light screen.

He thought of An Qi's reddish cheeks, the smiling eyes under the slender eyelashes, he crumpled the paper in his hand, lowered his head, and sighed deeply on his knees.

He was thinking about what to do, this kid is really cute.

……

The other hand that broke into the field of vision interrupted Yin Tong's thoughts. He raised his head and realized that he was still squatting in the corridor on the third floor full of dirty blood.

Chen Yan squatted beside him, and reached out to find a necklace from the clothes of the dead body on the ground. There was a photo hidden on the pendant of the necklace with an ancient design that I don’t know how many years ago. It was a little girl, and she looked somewhat familiar. .

"You know?" Yin Tong asked.

Chen Yan frowned and shook his head, pinched his fingers, and pulled the pendant off.

He took out a handkerchief, wrapped the pendant, and put it back in his coat pocket.

"I don't know one," he explained, "I think someone does."

Yintong didn't want to know who this "someone" was.

Mr. Chen's secrets are like old grandma's nostalgic stories, which are endless and new tricks can be found every day.It’s okay if you don’t want to listen, but if you want to listen, I’m afraid you won’t be able to get Mr. Chen to explain a riddle if you work for free all afternoon.

So Yintong didn't want to listen, didn't want to know the secret behind the necklace, and didn't want to do business with Chen Yan.He looked down at the black card that fell out of the corpse on the ground - this person was indeed "offline" last night, probably one of the few people who jumped off the building.

That happened around midnight yesterday.

At that time, Yin Tong finished reading An Qi's diary and was about to wash up and go to bed, but just as his feet were on the floor, he heard the scream of explosion from upstairs.

He stood under the bed and looked out of the window reflexively. In just over a minute of being dazed, two voices hit the grass downstairs, "plop plop" one after another.

Someone jumped off the building again.

He was clearly aware of this, and even automatically completed the free-falling posture of the other party in his mind, and then screams and howls followed one after another, almost tearing people's eardrums across the night sky.He heard someone crying and apologizing, and someone angrily cursing loudly, those noisy cries were as sharp as a saw, cutting his nerves with "hisslings".

Until someone covered his ears, stood in front of him, and took him into his arms.

He heard An Qi's voice coming through his chest, rubbing his steady heartbeat, like an oath.

He said, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."