Zhou Lin's face was unusually dark. He glared at Teacher Yang as if he wanted to devour him alive: "I advise you to think carefully before you speak."
"Even if I killed the person, I'm still a minor. At worst, I'll just stay in jail for a while and then find an opportunity to make a good deed and get out. Don't forget who my uncle is. You know I'm not exaggerating."
But I can get out, while you might not!
Ai Yue came to her senses at this moment, and she looked at Teacher Yang with a warning: "That's right, we will no longer cover up for you raping Yu Ling. It's impossible for you to go to another place to teach, as we promised before."
You can just wait to die in jail, or get shot!
Teacher Yang's face was deathly pale. He pointed at Zhou Lin and Ai Yue, his lips trembling. After a long while, he covered his head and slowly squatted down.
Then Zhou Lin turned his gaze to his little followers, and the girls all lowered their heads.
"What do we do now?"
Looking at Yu Ling's body lying on its side, Ai Yue felt a little scared and quickly looked at Zhou Lin.
Zhou Lin pursed his lips: "Bury it."
The group then dug a pit in the woods, intending to bury Yu Ling on the spot. Zhou Lin had obtained the tools from a warehouse not far ahead. After digging the pit, they lifted Yu Ling up and threw her in.
During the process of lifting the body, Yu Ling's hair clip was knocked off and rolled into the grass nearby. The camera recorded the entire process of Zhou Lin and his accomplices killing and burying the body.
The group was drenched in sweat. After burying Yu Ling, Zhou Lin warned the others again before they hurriedly left.
Han Chuan was still somewhat confused: "The person was just buried like that? Then why dismember the body? Did one of them not trust the body and come back to do it again?"
If that's really the case, then that's too perverted.
As you continue watching, it seems the video isn't finished yet.
Xiao Jin fast-forwarded through the middle part, watching the outside world as it rose and fell again, repeating this cycle for three days until someone suddenly broke into the land before him.
A disheveled figure stumbled into the woods, and in the darkness, she seemed to be holding something in her hand.
The flashlight beam swept across the woods, and with a quick glance, Xiao Jin and the others recognized the newcomers.
She was an extremely haggard woman who looked about five-tenths like Yu Ling. Her eyes were slightly sunken, and her whole body exuded an indescribable weariness and sorrow.
Her meticulously styled curls were unusually messy, cascading casually over her shoulders. Her skin had lost its former luster, yet it couldn't conceal the gentle elegance she once possessed. She had a good figure, clearly someone who had never neglected her appearance.
The woman was wearing a black velvet dress. The fabric was delicate and soft, but it was covered with uneven wrinkles, and there were smears of dirt from who-knows-where stuck in the corners of the hem.
In the dim and oppressive environment of the video, Xiao Jin's gaze was deeply drawn to the candlestick tightly held in the woman's hand. It was a rather old candlestick, with the marks of time etched upon it. The gilded surface had lost its former glory, and the dark material appeared even more somber in the dim light.
At this moment, a candle was burning quietly on the candlestick. Unlike usual, the flame was an unusual green, like the eye of a ghost, flickering with an eerie and mysterious light in the darkness, adding a touch of gloom to the scene.
It's really funny; they were holding a flashlight, yet they went to the trouble of lighting candles.
There's a problem!!
Not only Xiao Jin, but Wu Tianjin and Han Chuan, who were standing to the side, also noticed it.
As the video slowly zoomed in, the details gradually became clear. Tonight's wind was not as gentle as usual; it swept through the forest, swirling up leaves and tossing them down. Yet, the candle was exceptionally resilient. The green flame did not tremble at all; instead, it seemed to be protected by an unseen force, burning steadily.
Then, the woman held the candlestick in front of her, closed her eyes, and moved her lips, chanting an ancient and obscure incantation. With each syllable she uttered, the wind in the air grew stronger, and Han Chuan outside involuntarily held his breath.
"Hey!" Wu Tianjin suddenly pointed to the screen: "Look at her hand."
In the dim, flickering light, the woman's left hand was tightly gripping the candlestick, but it was not a perfectly intact hand—a sharp thorn had pierced her skin on the back of her hand.
Blood gushed from the black hole, flowing slowly along the sharp spikes. Some of it was absorbed by the candlestick, while the rest stained her fingers, dripping onto the ground and blooming into shocking blood flowers.
Even in such excruciating pain, the woman's face remained unwavering; her eyes held a hint of madness as she intently examined the candle in her hand.
Just then, as the incantation ceased, the candlestick flickered faintly, and the green flame that had remained motionless before suddenly tilted its direction.
The woman suddenly turned around, her gaze sharp and intense, pointing directly at the direction indicated by the flickering flames. Xiao Jin and the others outside the video could see clearly that it was the location where Yu Ling's body was.
At that moment, by a twist of fate, the surveillance camera's view aligned with that dark patch of soil, and for a fleeting instant, everyone in the conference room seemed to have the illusion that the woman was actually gazing at them.
The other person's chilling gaze made Han Chuan silently cross his arms.
Immediately afterward, the woman came running, her gaze fixed on the newly turned earth. As if she had thought of something, she slowly lowered the candlestick she was holding tightly. The candlelight flickered in the wind, illuminating her pale, mournful face.
The woman frantically dug at the ground with her hands, her palms stained with blood and black soil. As the surrounding mound of earth rose higher and higher, a familiar face gradually came into view, and the woman let out a heart-wrenching scream.
The sound pierced the silence of the night. Tears and sweat mingled, blurring her vision, yet clearly expressing the resentment and sorrow within.
"Aaaaaah, who? Who is it?"
The woman held Yu Ling's head, "Waaah~ Sweetie, wake up, look at Mommy. It's Mommy's fault, please, don't sleep, don't sleep..."
In front of the conference room, Han Chuan and Wu Tianjin could hardly bear to look at each other, while Xiao Jin silently lowered her eyes.
After a while, the woman stopped crying. She used her blood-stained fingers to draw something on Yu Ling's head, and the camera faithfully recorded the whole thing.
Upon seeing the pattern on it, Xiao Jin's heart stirred slightly.
The woman drew a magic circle on Yu Ling's head with blood. Xiao Jin looked at the pattern and felt it was very familiar. There was also a magic circle drawn on the altar on the top floor of the girls' dormitory. The two looked somewhat similar, but there were some subtle changes.
Could it be that the altar was also set up by Yu Ling's mother?
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