"Haha, if there is something scarier than ghosts in this world, it would be women." Feng Lin said with a smile.
"Maybe you are right, but it is precisely because there are women in this world who are more terrifying than the devil that the world will become beautiful. Otherwise, this world will be so boring. If there are no women, then what will happen to us?"
Why do people who think they are gentlemen wear pants?" Shang Juntao felt that something was wrong with Feng Lin tonight.
"Haha, I really don't want these words to come from a person like you who pays attention to politeness, words and deeds." Feng Lin laughed dryly for a while, then took a puff of cigarette, with a depressed look on her face, as if she was thinking
What a heavy topic.
"There's something wrong with you tonight. What happened?" Shang Juntao said directly.
Feng Lin suddenly exhaled her breath, put out the unburned cigarette in the ashtray next to her, then raised her head and looked at Shang Juntao and said: "Juntao, if you find that the woman you love most has been unfaithful to you, and has been with other people,
What would you do if a man had an affair?"
Shang Juntao thought to himself: "Perhaps Feng Lin was still worried about Wu Sidong's words at that time. He had to be generous in front of Pei Xin, but when he was alone in private, he remembered that his most beloved woman had once been with a man.
When they were having sex in bed, they must have felt depressed, miserable, and entangled in their hearts. But now that Feng Lin and Pei Xin have announced their engagement, this kind of thing should not disturb them again, and it is also my responsibility to enlighten this miserable person.
Classmate.' Shang Juntao not only thought this way, but also said this: "Feng Lin, if you tell me that this is the thing that makes you depressed, then I can only say that you are asking for it. Although I
He is a person who takes women's chastity extremely seriously, but now that things have happened, we no longer need to think about these disturbing things, and we should look forward with confidence."
Feng Lin looked at the traditional Shang Juntao with wide eyes in surprise, and said in surprise: "Juntao, do you really think so?"
Shang Juntao smiled elegantly and said: "Of course, although this matter will make people feel very depressed, after all, that man is dead and will never be in front of us again, so who are we still having trouble with? With a
Someone who’s already dead?”
Feng Lin lowered her head, as if thinking about something, and then suddenly stood up, speaking with less strength than before: "Juntao, I just came to ask for your thoughts, but I didn't expect you to be
As someone who is so open-minded, I think I should understand what you mean. Well, it's getting late, so you should rest early."
Although he couldn't see Feng Lin's expression at this time, he judged from his brisk tone that this man who was entangled in love seemed to have gained confidence again. Shang Juntao couldn't help but feel a sense of joy that he could successfully persuade Feng Lin.
Satisfaction, you must know that it is not an easy task to persuade a man to forgive his unfaithful fiancée.
The first night when the terrorist incident occurred in the apartment passed so quietly, it was even so quiet that you suspected that no evil spirit attack had ever happened here. However, it is always particularly quiet on the eve of a storm. This is the routine of nature.
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The next day, just after breakfast, Ling Fan packed a small suitcase and came to the apartment where the ghost was committing the murder.
When Ling Fan opened the door of the apartment and walked into the living room, everyone was eating, but instead of sitting around the Eight Immortals table used as a dining table, they were sitting together around the sofa and putting their food on the coffee table.
, maybe you don’t usually notice how small the coffee table is, but when all the food of several people is placed on it, the feeling of overflowing is particularly obvious.
"Hi, hello, I will be living with you from today on." Looking at everyone's surprised expressions, Ling Fan felt that he wanted to say hello first.
"Haha, if there is a policeman living with us, we are nothing to worry about. But, which room do you want to live in? There are no other free rooms here except the room of the dead Qin Yuan."
Wu Sidong smiled excitedly when he heard that Ling Fan was going to live in this apartment.
Ling Fan leaned the suitcase behind the door, then walked up to everyone, frowning and said: "No way, don't you have a spare room?"
Shang Juntao smiled and said: "This is really gone. If you don't want to sleep in that room, you can move to my room. I have enough free space there."
"No!" Before Ling Fan could say anything, Qiao Ling, a daughter of a wealthy family, was the first to raise her hand to object. She wrapped her arms around Shang Juntao like a baby, then turned to stare at Ling Fan and complained: "No! Who?
I can’t stay in Juntao’s room either, because it only belongs to me!”
"Huh! You're still so coquettish and willful. Do you want the police officer to live in the room where the dead people are?" The fat Liu Ziyang glanced sideways at Qiao Ling and said sarcastically.
Qiao Ling is not someone who is willing to swallow other people's sarcastic comments. She counterattacked like a female leopard: "Hey, you look so relaxed. Why don't you let the police officer sleep in the same room with someone? Anyway,
Someone is single now and no one wants him."
"Qiao Ling! What did you say? Do you dare to say it again!" Liu Ziyang was not someone to be trifled with. His fat body suddenly jumped up from the sofa, his face flushed, and his short hair seemed to be stranded.
Stand upright.
Ling Fan was originally thinking about whether he should evacuate on his own initiative and go back to tell his boss that they wouldn't let him live there. But seeing the scene in front of him, he really didn't feel comfortable leaving alone. It would be strange if nothing happened to an apartment like this. He hurriedly left.
He walked between the two of them and smiled: "Don't argue. I'm a boy anyway. It doesn't matter where I sleep. If I sleep in the room of the deceased, maybe it can trigger my inspiration!" Ling Fan had just finished speaking.
, the thought of regret suddenly came to mind, sleeping in the room of the dead, I am afraid that only impulsive people in this world would say it, just like the words of someone who does not know: Impulse is really a fucking devil!
Listening to Ling Fan himself, the anger between Qiao Ling and Liu Ziyang calmed down a little. Qiao Ling got into Shang Juntao's arms and glanced at Liu Ziyang sarcastically from time to time, while Liu Ziyang hugged her and put her on the coffee table.
He kept stuffing a big bag of snacks into his mouth.
"Haha, it seems that the police officer is right to live with us. Have you had breakfast? Do you want to eat some together?" Wu Sidong picked up a box of steamed buns and handed it to Ling Fan.
"Thank you, I've already eaten before I came here." Ling Fan pushed the steamed bun slices back, then he looked around at everyone, pointed to the empty seat next to Pei Xin and said, "Where's Feng Lin, why didn't you see him?
Shall I have dinner with you?"
"Oh, it's like this. I just went with him to the supermarket outside to buy food for everyone. On the way, he wanted to take a walk on his own and take a walk on the campus track." Pei Xin smiled softly at Ling Fan.
A smile seems to block all the flowers in the world.
Shang Juntao looked at Pei Xin with a sweet smile and thought to himself: Maybe Pei Xin still doesn't know why Feng Lin was running alone on the campus walkway to relax. If she knew that Feng Lin came to see her last night, would she still be able to do it?
Smiling sweetly like now.
"How long has he been out?" Ling Fan asked.
"It's been almost two hours." Wu Sidong looked at the clock on the wall and said, "I remember that I was woken up by the clock on my bedside at half past seven. By then everyone had already given the money to Feng
Lin, I also asked him to bring me some boxes of steamed buns."
An ominous premonition gradually spread throughout the apartment. Ling Fan stared at the clock on the wall and said, "It's nine-twenty now, which means Feng Lin has been walking outside from seven-thirty to nine-twenty!
"
"Ah..." Pei Xin suddenly screamed in terror, and then jumped up from the sofa. She didn't look like a lady at all, and rushed out of the apartment like a rocket.
"Let's all look for Feng Lin together, remember to work in pairs!" Ling Fan ordered everyone, and then chased after Pei Xin without looking back.
"I'm in a group with Ziyang, and Juntao and you are in a group with Qiao Ling. Don't let anything happen again, let's go, Ziyang!" Wu Sidong immediately arranged the group, and then ran out with Liu Ziyang, Shang Juntao, and Qiao Ling.
"Feng Lin!"
"Feng Lin, where are you?"
The name 'Feng Lin' was heard everywhere on the campus track, but it was called by someone else, but the owner of the name never showed up.
"How's it going? Have you found Feng Lin?" Shang Juntao ran to Ling Fan with sweat on his face and asked.
Ling Fan shook his head.
"ah----"
An extremely terrifying and shrill sound suddenly came from the woods ahead, and it suddenly tore through the silence of the entire campus like a sharp knife!
Ling Fan and Shang Juntao looked towards the direction of the sound almost at the same time, "This is... this is Liu Ziyang's voice!"
The scene that appeared in front of him once again made Ling Fan appreciate it as if it were a scene from a horror movie. He saw Liu Ziyang collapsed on the grass, his chubby face as pale as paper, and his eyes staring ahead in fear: a man lying on the grass.
Perhaps it can only be called a corpse now. The head is obviously out of proportion to the body and seems to have shrunk a lot.
"It's Feng Lin!" Wu Sidong and Shang Juntao exclaimed in unison.
"It's the Table Fairy! It must be the Table Fairy! It hasn't left yet!" Qiao Ling tugged on Shang Juntao's clothes, but her delicate eyes were full of fear at this time.
Ling Fan walked to the corpse with a solemn expression and found that Feng Lin had died long ago. Only two pieces of skin were left on the cheekbones, the eyeballs were as gray as ashes without a trace of blood, and the Tianling cover on the skull was as it was at that time.
Qin Yuan was usually caught with five holes the size of a finger, and the contents of his brain had been emptied out like a straw...
"Where is Pei Xin!? Have any of you seen Pei Xin?!" Ling Fan looked at the crowd, and suddenly he found that there was one person missing among the crowd.