8 The Puppet Trainee 8
◎It can be seen that we should not talk about people behind their backs.◎
Sang Mian slept on the only empty bed, which was the upper bunk of bed No. 69. She could see the strange girl next to her when she turned her head. Half of the girl's long hair was scattered on the side of the bed, and it was shiny black.
This girl takes good care of her hair. Sang Mian is really envious.
The dormitory was quiet after the lights were turned off. Sang Mian was lying on her side. The weird little sister might not have a good sleep, as she could always hear her heavy breathing.
I don’t know how long it took, Sang Mian turned to look at her, her long black hair had become even longer, completely covering the person on the lower bunk.
As if she realized that someone was watching her, the weird girl suddenly raised her head and looked at her in a weird posture. After all, a normal person's neck cannot be extended and rotated 360 degrees.
"Don't interfere."
Sang Mian understood her lip language, and was sure that he would not interfere? After all, she had her own plans.
The strange young lady's head slowly leaned under the bed, revealing a red line on her neck. Red liquid continued to seep out from the line. According to Sang Mian's experience, it should be blood.
Then the weird girl pulled the head off her neck and hung the head on the edge of the bed with her long hair.
In the dark space, the sinister smile on that head's face was particularly conspicuous, not to mention player No. 73 on the lower bunk. Not screaming at this time was already the greatest respect for the weird game.
Sang Mian climbed up from the bed. It was time. She threw back the quilt, turned over and jumped off the bed. The next second after landing, she suddenly jumped up again, pulled the strange little sister's head off the edge of the bed and held it in her arms.
It all happened too fast. The weird little sister let out a painful wail as her hair was pulled. Sang Mian picked up quilt No. 69 and wrapped her head.
"This is the big boss..." No. 69 was stunned by this smooth operation. He originally thought that he was just a relative, but he didn't expect him to be so bold.
Sang Mian held the beautiful head of the weird young lady in his arms, and the head kept making miserable screams of "Ahhhhhhhh!!!" Fortunately, the quilt was used for sound insulation, otherwise the whole dormitory would have been disturbed by the noise.
The headless body seemed to be stunned. After a few seconds, her limbs stretched out and she climbed up the wall like a spider.
No. 73 was frightened by the hair before, and after several minutes he said blankly: "What is she doing?"
Sang Mian tilted his head: "Maybe he is looking for something?"
No. 73: “What are you looking for?”
The three of them looked at Sang Mian and the thing wrapped in the quilt in her arms at the same time.
No. 73 was silent. The thing that had scared her for two nights was just 'hidden' in such a blatant manner.
This Tibetan is truly the crystallization of the wisdom of the Chinese nation!
The three of them looked at each other in bewilderment. There was a headless female corpse crawling above their heads. Amid the weird lady's shouting, Sang Mian asked the main question: "Is there a dormitory manager in the trainee dormitory?"
No. 69 thought for a moment, "I don't know, if there is, he must be a dangerous person." She paused and said, "Why are you asking this?"
"Nothing." Sang Mian glanced at the things in his hands and said, "Is it really okay for her to keep yelling like that?"
Another thing she didn't say was whether it would attract some unclean things.
Apparently, the other two had thought of this, too. No. 73 seemed to have realized something, and she said, "There was some movement in the corridor last night."
No. 69: “Why don’t I know?”
No. 73 smiled bitterly: "She stared at me all night, so I didn't fall asleep at all. By then, you were already fast asleep."
Sang Mian: "Go on, what did you hear last night?"
"The people in the dormitory next door woke up very early in the morning. I heard them getting out of bed before daybreak, and the rustling sound of footsteps. Not long after, footsteps were heard in the corridor. The footsteps were light, but not light, because the shoes sounded like high heels. Then there was the sound of keys colliding." No. 73 frowned, "This is also my guess, because the door next door opened after the key sound."
"Shh..." No. 69 interrupted her and said, "Is this the footsteps you heard?"
Da-da-da-da
There really were footsteps outside. No. 73 opened his eyes wide and nodded, "That's it!"
Then there was the sound of a set of keys.
Sang Mian asked: "Is this the key sound you heard last night?"
No. 73 nodded. "Simultaneous interpretation?"
Sang Mian: "What else did you hear last night?"
No. 73: "There were screams... and the sound of something breaking, but there were only people in the dormitory. I guess the sound was related to people."
No. 69 took over the conversation: "Do you feel that something is opening the door? It's the door of our dormitory!"
Sang Mian: "Did you just realize it now?"
No. 69: "..." How can she be so calm! ! The things outside must be very dangerous! ! !
She rushed forward and held the door tightly. In the weird game, there was only a difference between players and monsters. Although No. 38 stopped the weirdness in the room, she attracted something more powerful. After all, the one who had the dormitory key was definitely not a player.
The current situation is similar to what Sang Mian imagined. If she can solve the troubles in the dormitory, she won't be distracted. After all, her goal is to become the dormitory manager.
She cleared her throat and said sweetly, "Hello, are you the dorm manager?"
The sound of unlocking the door stopped abruptly.
It worked. Sang Mian continued, "Tonight I sincerely invite you to discuss a very important matter with me. If you are willing, can we talk through the door?"
The premise of the plan is of course to ensure one's own safety. Although this requirement sounds unreasonable, Sang Mian feels that there is still hope!
A second later, the sound of unlocking the door was replaced by the sound of violent banging and opening of the door.
Sang Mian: “…” No face at all.
Before the door was opened, she said quickly, "It's about your ex-boyfriend. We should maintain a zero-tolerance attitude towards scumbags. We must not let them have their fun and make them receive the punishment they deserve! So I made a revenge plan for my ex-boyfriend and I want you to join me!"
After an impassioned speech, the banging on the door really stopped, and a cold snort came from outside the door: "Just you?"
The woman's voice was sharp and full of disdain.
Sang Mian: "I can't guarantee a 100% success rate for my revenge plan, but I think it's probably 60 to 70 percent successful."
A low, cold laugh came from the crack in the door, carrying a hint of chill.
No. 73 couldn't help but shudder, "After all this talk, you don't know her. I thought she was another one of your relatives."
Sang Mian explained: "I am a living person, not a dead person, so it is impossible for everyone to know me."
After a while, No. 73 said, "No movement, is she gone?"
After the sneer, there was no more movement at the door. Sang Mian thought, no way, could it be that my words made her think carefully? So she decided to let them go tonight?
According to the conversation just now, the dorm manager didn’t seem like someone who would leave easily. Sang Mian was a little confused, and the head in her arms kept mocking her: “Hehehe, you didn’t succeed! You deserve it! How could the dorm manager care about you? Just prepare to die—”
Sang Mian slapped the head in his arms without hesitation. It turned out that she deserved a lesson. After one slap, she shut up and didn't even scream.
The dormitory was eerily quiet. No. 69 breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Sang Mian thoughtfully and said, "Is this why you came to live in the dormitory?"
Sang Mian had a bitter face and said nothing. She couldn't understand why things turned out like this.
No. 69 gave Sang Mian a thumbs up and cursed silently in his heart: He is definitely a lunatic.
Just as he finished cursing, the door was pushed open with force majeure.
No. 69: “…” It can be seen that we should not talk about others behind their backs.
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