dramatic death

"Someone could have saved him."

Xu Guangbo's voice was very soft.

The event room was so quiet that everyone's breathing could hardly be heard. Yin Tong looked in Yang Xu's direction in the dark, and suddenly understood why the other party's face was suddenly as white as paper when he was telling a story.

He probably already knew that he (indirectly) killed young K, knew that he should have been able to save him, and knew what kind of pain and despair the other party had experienced before he died.

he was probably guilty

Everyone has a threshold of endurance, beyond this threshold, willpower will collapse completely.Maybe Xu Guangbo is right, this kid Yang Xu is indeed a single-minded way of thinking.In his heart, he probably has a measure of distance and closeness, that anyone who hurts his close friends will be retaliated against almost abnormally by him.

He would be angry because of Dong Tiantian going to break An Qi's fingers, and because of the death of young K.

Then when the one who made the mistake was himself, he broke down.

But how did the boy K die?

Yin Tong watched Xu Guangbo put the flashlight on the table, stretched out his hand and rolled to the next person.The warm yellow light illuminated Ke Xinyu's pale face in the dark. The twins were almost identical in appearance, but their temperaments were quite different.

Ke Xinyan looked a little gentler, with timidity and shyness in her eyes and voice.Ke Xinyu was different. This younger sister was very courageous, but she was indescribably fierce and decisive when she sat on the chair.

She and Christie are not of the same type, and Sister Ke is obviously more domineering.

Ke Xinyu didn't pick up the flashlight on the table, and let the blurred halo shine on her chest. Something was standing quietly behind her, outlining a vague shadow in the darkness.

It was a child.Yintong saw it clearly this time, it was a child who looked only four or five years old, petite and thin, standing in the dark like a lifeless mannequin.

It has no expression, and its whole body is buried in the thick darkness.

It is like an executioner, standing behind Ke Xinyu, quietly waiting for her ghost story.

— "This game is to be played until dawn tomorrow, because giving up in the middle will invite a real 'ghost story'."

Yin Tong seemed to hear Cheng Mingque's voice full of laughter, he couldn't restrain his eyes from looking at the ghost, as if there was something there, firmly grasping his attention.He realized that he was afraid, his hands were shaking, An Qi grabbed him more and more forcefully, and his fingers clasped the back of his hand, as if going through his hand bones to pin him to death in the seat inside.

He looked at the petite child, and unconsciously felt an indescribable familiarity. This strange feeling was inexplicably deep, and he seemed to hear someone screaming in his mind.

"you are wrong!!!!!!!!"

I was wrong?Why am I wrong?Where am I going wrong?What should I do?

His brain was blank, and the light and shadow in front of him were blurred. He vaguely heard someone calling him, but before he could hear the voice clearly, Ke Xinyu's voice dragged him back into the darkness from his muddy consciousness. inside.

Yin Tong panted heavily, his front and back were all wet, his brain was sober and silent, as if he had plunged his head into a swimming pool, and his body smelled of unpleasant disinfectant.

He sat on the chair and unconsciously looked at the overlapping hands of himself and An Qi.He could feel the sticky, clammy sweat in his palms, but An Qi's cold palms became warmer now.

He thought it was a strange feeling.

Yin Tong sometimes felt that it was difficult for him to describe how he felt about An Qi. He didn't have the palpitations of a deer, and he didn't have any worries, but as long as this person appeared, he felt at ease for no reason.

It seems that all the difficulties encountered now will find solutions in the future.

It's as if An Qi's words have produced magic power, as long as he is there, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Ke Xinyu on the opposite side of the table cleared his throat, and sneered in the same voice as Ke Xinyan.Yin Tong followed the voice and saw her saying: "I actually have nothing to say."

"Ghost stories are usually only frightened by people with ghosts in their hearts. I, Ke Xinyu, am not afraid of shadows, so the stories I tell probably won't be too scary."

"But if you want to hear it, I can tell one. I have a ready-made ghost story."

"Whether it's scary or not depends on the person."

……

The protagonist of this story is a boy, we can call him L according to the numbering order of the stories you tell.

L is a hypocrite.

The word hypocrite sounds a bit strange, so I will give you an example to give everyone a better understanding.

The 11 of us present here seem to be pure and kind, but in fact most of them have done some disgusting things behind their backs.There were people who did a lot of evil, and there were people who helped others, but there was only one of them, and he didn't look like a nice guy at all, and he was the only nice guy among the eleven of us.

If we want to give this "good guy" a definition, then the false villain L can be defined as a good guy who "has never been involved in school violence".

Why is he not involved?Because on the day that happened, he was already dead.

This is the beginning of all tragedies.

Ms. I is right. Mr. D is indeed a decisive person. Once he decides on something, he will put it into practice immediately, and he is not willing to delay or wait for a moment.So the day after he finished talking to Ms. I, he started to implement his plan.

It is difficult for us to know exactly what part of his plan was written. After all, Mr. D has a perverse personality and never wants to reveal half of what he says or does.

All we can know is the facts, for example, Mr. D rushed into the classroom where the jumper was after the second period that day, and forcibly took away the jumper in front of all the students.For example, he pulled the girl's hair out of the classroom amidst the noisy onlookers, stood in the empty corridor, and smiled excitedly at the jumper who was holding it in his hand.

He said: "little sister, can you tell brother why you like jumping off buildings so much?"

His voice was very soft, and there was a hint of disgusting sweetness in the flavor.However, the jumper in his hand is like a robot that has not received any instructions, standing with a crooked body, without the slightest expression on his face.

She didn't even turn her eyes, she was like a lifeless puppet. Mr. D bent down and met her eyes with a smile, and said, "little sister, are you really alive?"

The jumper didn't answer.

The crowd whispered like a cicada lingering on its last breath. Mr. D stood in the corridor, tracing the appearance of the person who jumped from the building inch by inch with his eyes. He was so close that he almost pressed against the other person's face, as if he wanted to peel off her pale skin with his eyes.

He put his left hand into his bosom, and slowly took out a clean knife.

It was a very common fruit knife. The blade was less than 15 centimeters long and the tip was sharp. It had obviously been sharpened. Mr. D held it until he shook it in front of the person who jumped from the building. He said, "Little girl, you can't be so stubborn. Be frank and be lenient and resist strictness. If you satisfy my curiosity, I will spare your life."

"I'm really interested in you. You see, the only thing that will keep appearing in the same place is the ground binding spirit. It died of jumping off a building in its lifetime, and it will repeat the sin of suicide a thousand times after death. So you have Are you dead? You are already dead, why do you have an entity? After you jump off the building every day, the corpse always disappears in the inadvertent negligence of people. Where did you go?" Mr. D smiled, "The hell? ?”

He lowered his voice and asked softly, "If you didn't die at that fixed time, would you still go to the underworld?"

"If you didn't die by jumping off the building, would you still go to the underworld?"

Holding the fruit knife in his hand, Mr. D grabbed the jumper's hair and rolled his eyes with a smile.

"I'm really curious," he said.

……

Ke Xinyu lowered her eyes and smiled lightly. She said, "When Mr. D stabbed him for the first time, no one reacted."

The girls in the corridor burst into screams, and the students who watched the excitement retreated and huddled together. Mr. D stabbed the small fruit knife directly into the heart of the person who jumped from the building. He said, "You can do it, little sister, yours!" The heart can actually bleed, I thought I would bring out a knifed wire, and it would flash when I flicked it."

Bright red blood spilled from the jumper's chest, and blood drops from the blade splashed on the dry and cold floor.No one stopped and no one helped, all the bystanders backed away in fear, trying to protect themselves and stay away from these two lunatics.They trembled and screamed, fearing that they would get a little blood.Mr. D, who was in the center of the turmoil, still had the same look of interest. He wiped the blood from the dagger on the girl's dress, looked at the dazzling red on the girl's chest, and said, "Little sister, do you hurt?" Ah, this time the blood will suddenly disappear like last time?"

As Mr. D asked, he swung a knife and stabbed the jumper's soft abdomen.

He turned the handle of the knife, stirring up the bright red blood on the jumper's dress.While watching the other party's expression, he sent the knife in without hesitation, with a serious and serious expression, as if he was doing a simulation experiment.

"Can you get it back tomorrow?" asked Mr. D.

"If I cut off your arm and hide it, will you be able to get it back tomorrow?" Mr. D asked.

No one answered, but Mr. D seemed to find fun in this one-way conversation. He laid the jumper on the ground with a serious expression as if he was about to dissect an experimental sample.However, the moment he raised the fruit knife, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled his blade away from the broken body of the jumper.

Mr. D saw the hypocrite L squatting beside him, with a serious expression as if he was reading a suicide note.

"You don't have to do that," L said, "We've already found out"

He didn't finish his sentence.

At the moment when the last word landed, Mr. D saw with his own eyes the jumper who was supposed to be lying on the ground turned up and bit L's neck.