Chapter 221 Evil Spirit 17

Perhaps because of the thrilling experience during the day, Jiang Chunmian had a long and confusing dream.

She returned to her childhood, to a home beautified by memories, seemingly happy and complete. Prematurely realizing that only obedient children could earn their parents' affection, she gradually abandoned her childish mischief and became a well-behaved child. When she achieved first place in her class on an exam, she was rewarded by her parents. From then on, she worked even harder, consistently ranking at the top of her class.

Her excellent grades meant that she no longer felt surprised after each exam. Her parents became accustomed to her good grades. At that time, Jiang Chunmian understood more and gradually got used to her parents' frequent business trips and overtime work.

In her dream, she went back to the day of her first menstruation. It was raining heavily and the damp environment aggravated her physical discomfort. She was not a child who knew nothing. She had obtained relevant knowledge as early as when her classmates had their first menstruation. She calmly tidied herself up. The moment she finished washing her clothes, the power in the room suddenly went out.

No matter how brave she was, she couldn't resist the fear that washed over her body the moment darkness fell. The feeling of being alone and shrouded in the unknown was engraved in her heart. When she got used to the darkness and realized there was no one to turn to, she moved her numb legs, found a flashlight, and then raised the gate, and the room was bright again.

But the helplessness in the darkness left a deep mark on her.

She seemed to have been alone in the darkness for too long, holding a weak and tiny flame, carefully protecting it, until the moment the college entrance examination results came out. The strong wind created by her parents hit the flame, and the tiny flame was almost extinguished. The strong wind left her covered with bruises. She gathered herself together, calmly wiped away her tears, and held the remaining candle flame.

The road ahead was dark and gloomy, and she met a strange boy. Although his handsome face made a great impact on her, the trembling in her heart only made her stagnate for a moment, but it was not enough for her to remember deeply. However, the magic of fate was that it had already been destined.

The candle flame flickered, and Jiang Chunmian felt the scenery before her eyes shift. Her hand was firmly held by someone. The boy in front of her looked familiar. The two of them ran through the silent and chaotic town, stepping over the wilderness covered with dead grass, climbing over the dilapidated walls, and crossing the muddy and dirty streets...

The scenery in front of her eyes changed again. A rusty door slowly opened in front of her. The space inside was narrow, but there was a bright light shining. A young man in an apron showed a gentle smile, came to her with a steaming hot breakfast, and told her, "I have prepared breakfast, Chunmian, go wash your hands quickly." There was a loud thunder outside the window, and he quickly went to the window to close the doors and windows, with a warm smile never changing, hanging on his face.

Jiang Chunmian sat down on the chair in a daze. Just as she was about to pick up the chopsticks to taste her breakfast, the boy sitting next to her suddenly covered the back of her hand. The touch of his slender and smooth palm felt real and delicate. His fingers slowly moved up along the back of her hand until they pinched her wrist.

He stood up and kept moving closer to her, and suddenly stopped when he was only half a fist away from her. Jiang Chunmian's eyes widened, saliva secreted in his mouth crazily, and the boy in front of him let out a low laugh, "Chunmian, I like you!" Then, his lips pressed down.

…

When Jiang Chunmian was lying on the bed observing him, Zhang Yanhui woke up. He maintained his original posture nervously and stiffly, worried that he would not look good when sleeping, and worried that his appearance would reveal his evil nature. Fortunately, Jiang Chunmian finally fell asleep, and his shallow breathing was scattered around him.

But she slept very badly, with a frown and humming from time to time. Zhang Yanhui reached out and hugged her, put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt. The moment he lay down with his arm against Jiang Chunmian's, he found that her complexion had changed, from the initial pale to a light pink.

He stared at her for a long time and thought Jiang Chunmian was extremely cute. Thinking that she would not notice his actions while sleeping, he quietly moved his fingers to the side of her face and his fingertips rested on her cheek.

Jiang Chunmian's profile was well-defined, with thick eyebrows and handsome eyes, and a heroic air between her brows. Whenever Zhang Yanhui looked into her eyes, he felt that her heart was still alive, even more energetic than when she was alive, almost jumping out of his throat. At this moment, she was asleep, and looking at her sleeping face, his heartbeat frequency did not slow down at all.

"Jiang Chunmian... Chunmian, Chunmian..."

When Jiang Chunmian opened her eyes, she saw the enlarged face of Zhang Yanhui. She felt as if she was in a dream. The absurdity of the dream and a slight sense of surprise instantly hit her. Her limbs were stiff and she had no idea what to do. She closed her mouth tightly, even isolating herself from the air. After a while, she felt suffocated.

Zhang Yanhui blinked and said, "Did I wake you up? It's late, go back to sleep."

Realizing that it was reality, Jiang Chunmian's face turned red at the fastest speed. The protagonist in the dream appeared in front of her. She was so anxious that she didn't know what to do or say. The earlier nightmare about her childhood was covered by the new dream. She only remembered that absurd dream - perhaps it could also be called a spring dream.

"No, I don't want to sleep anymore." I didn't dare to sleep anymore.

Jiang Chunmian threw back the quilt and stood up, saying, "I'd better go to the bed next to me. I don't sleep well, and this bed is too small."

Before she could get out of bed, Zhang Yanhui left first and sat down next to her. He smiled and said, "You've already lain down to sleep, so I'll sleep here. Good night, Jiang Chunmian."

He turned off the light, turned sideways towards Jiang Chunmian, closed his eyes and seemed to fall asleep quickly.

Fang Zhengxiang was wanted, and Jiang Chunmian took a week's leave on the pretext of recuperating from her injuries. She went home and brought back new sheets and quilt covers, and stayed in the hospital at night. There were people coming and going in the hospital every day, and there were many inpatients, but there were no new patients in the ward where Zhang Yanhui was.

At the end of the observation period, Zhang Yanhui's wound healed well. After completing the discharge procedures, Jiang Chunmian said goodbye to Zhang Yanhui.

Zhang Yanhui took two steps forward and asked, "Are you going home?"

Jiang Chunmian nodded: "Yes, I haven't been home for a long time. I need to go back home to clean up... There are still many things to do."

Recently, she and Zhang Yanhui have been inseparable and are almost dependent on each other. She has to go home and check. It is true that the house needs to be cleaned, but the biggest reason is that she always has strange dreams when she was in the ward with Zhang Yanhui.

She woke up feeling exhausted. She needed to calm down and at least get a peaceful night's sleep, instead of having those energy-draining dreams all day long. Now, when she saw Zhang Yanhui's face, she couldn't help but feel nervous and agitated.

The smile in Zhang Yanhui's eyes faded, and he said reluctantly: "Then we'll see you at school."

"Okay, goodbye." Jiang Chunmian waved and turned to leave.

Zhang Yanhui stared at her back, and when she completely disappeared from his sight, the last smile on his lips disappeared.

His face was pale and he followed her slowly until he saw her return home and close the door. He found a stone bench outside the door, sat down, and looked up at Jiang Chunmian's window.

The moonlight is silent.

In the darkness, Zhang Yanhui suppressed the urge to roar within his chest, gazing intently at his reflection in the window, a gentle, harmless smile playing across his face. Under the influence of his smile, the dense darkness that had once composed him seemed pure and clean.

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On the first day of school, Jiang Chunmian arrived at school first on his bicycle.

Fang Zhengxiang's whereabouts are still not found. Due to the recent frequent murders in Tanhua Town, all the student deaths where the murderer could not be found were attributed to Fang Zhengxiang. After all, there was footage of him wielding a hacksaw to kill his classmates.

The police had to dispatch officers to maintain public order at Tanhua No. 1 Middle School. Jiang Chunmian greeted the passing police officers in a friendly manner and felt that the campus environment was extremely safe at the moment, so she returned to the classroom.

The scene before her destroyed her good mood in the morning.

The tidy classroom became a mess. In front of her was the seat in the third row that originally belonged to Zhang Yanhui. Someone had moved his desk back there. The books on the desk were worn and broken, and a blood-stained school uniform was stuffed in the hole of the desk.

The area around him was not spared either. Several tables were tilted to the ground, and bloodstains were scattered on the ground. Looking forward along the bloodstains, they extended all the way to the window, where torn clothes were hanging.

Jiang Chunmian covered his chest and stepped back in fear.

The classmates who came in at the same time as her were also frightened. Some of them couldn't control themselves and screamed. The sound quickly attracted the attention of the police, and their faces looked solemn.

"Pack your things first, leave here, and gather downstairs."

The situation downstairs was not much better than upstairs.

The ground was soaked with dried blood, faintly outlining the outline of a human body. Just as they gathered downstairs, something even more bizarre happened. The outside of the stairs in the Qinxue Building was slowly cracking, and bright red bloodstains were leaking out of the cracks. The blood was like a rushing mud flow, and the fishy smell was pungent.

"Ah! What is that thing... It stinks..." One classmate was timid and couldn't stand the scene before him. He fell to the ground, covering his nose and fainted.

"Whose prank is this? It's so scary!" A senior high school teacher shouted, "This is school, not a place for you to do whatever you want. Come forward and confess, and I won't punish you."

However, his colleague interrupted him and told him the cruel truth: "This doesn't seem to be paint... It's blood..."

"This must be animal blood from somewhere! Don't scare yourself!"

Jiang Chunmian felt that the scene in front of her was familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it. As the crowd retreated, she looked everywhere for Zhang Yanhui's trace. Finally, she found him and hurriedly ran to him against the flow of people. She grabbed his wrist, which was cold and sticky to the touch.

"What are you doing standing here?" There was a pool of dried blood at his feet. Jiang Chunmian pulled him back. "What the hell is going on? This is so scary. You haven't reached the classroom yet, have you? I'm telling you, it's terrifying in there, like a murder scene."

As she spoke, she patted her chest.

Zhang Yanhui's pupils gradually returned to normal. He glanced at the wrist that she was holding and curled his lips silently.

"Don't be afraid," he said. "It's someone else who's going to die anyway. No one will dare to commit crimes when the police show up. Just treat it like a movie."

Jiang Chunmian: "..."

I wasn't comforted by his words.

Jiang Chunmian wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and sat down with Zhang Yanhui under the shade of a tree. "Your desk is covered in blood. I was scared to death. When did you come? Why didn't I see you before?"

"Just arrived." Zhang Yan replied: "Maybe it's someone's prank."

"How can there be such a prank! This is too horrible." Thinking about the scene he saw in the classroom in the morning and the bloodstains on the ground that looked like the outline of a human body, the prank remarks could only serve to comfort himself.

As the two were talking, the gathered students rushed over. Zhang Yanhui stood up and stood in front of Jiang Chunmian, his back slightly arched, and he stared at her with his head down. His dark pupils were like the night sky without stars or moon.

He put his fingers under her eyes and wiped away the tear that had flowed unconsciously. His tone was somewhat coaxing: "Are you so scared? Why don't we go home and come back to school after things are resolved."

Jiang Chunmian grabbed the corner of his clothes, and with him shielding her, she slightly poked her head out to look at the Qinxue Building, which had completely become a red building. "But I'm curious. I want to know what's going on back there."

"Then we'll stay here." Zhang Yanhui moved closer to her. Unlike the people who were watching the Qinxue Building with curiosity and fear, he kept his eyes on Jiang Chunmian and said with a slight smile, "I'd also like to know what happened next."

Jiang Chunmian noticed the gaze and looked up, meeting Zhang Yanhui's gaze. She was stunned for a moment, reached out to push his cheek away, and changed direction, aiming at the location of the Qinxue Building.

"If you're curious, look there, not at me." It's really scary to be stared at at a time like this.

Zhang Yanhui said "oh" reluctantly.