Chapter 368: Love? The kind where I cut your neck with a knife
Because of the students' disappearance, Feng Jianhui resigned from his original school shortly afterwards.
Then I came to this school to teach and was hired as an art teacher for the graduating class.
And no matter where he went, he would carry Cheng Xiaowei's skull with him.
They even brought it to the new school and used it as a painting prop. The naive students could never have imagined that.
This prop is not fake, but a real human skull.
Cheng Xiaowei's soul is attached to this skull, and she thinks about how to kill Feng Jianhui every day.
However, her body and head were forced to separate, causing her violent energy to be unable to sustain her killing.
For the next six months, she could only watch with resentment.
Until she discovered something shocking, that is, the devil Feng Jianhui had set his sights on a new target.
That is Sun Meng. Sun Meng is very beautiful and she also has some exotic charm.
Feng Jianhui, who has always preferred this style, has launched an offensive against him and wants to make new specimens again.
After discovering his intention, Cheng Xiaowei didn't want anyone else to die tragically like herself.
So she got angry at night and wanted to warn Sun Meng who was immersed in this stupid love.
But Sun Meng didn't seem to feel any danger. Instead, he thought the school was haunted.
However, she did not expect Meng Fuling to appear, so Cheng Xiaowei was very clear about it at this time.
The opportunity for revenge has come, and this time she must drag this devil into hell.
Meng Fuling slowly withdrew her hand, opened her eyes and saw the truth.
Unexpectedly, the skull belonged to a young female high school student who died tragically, and the one who killed her was this beastly teacher.
The live broadcast room exploded because the story was so twists and turns and outrageous.
[This high school girl is so miserable. She thought it was her sweet first love, but it turned out to be a murderous demon.]
[The handsome art teacher turned out to be a murderer at heart. How terrifying!]
[Sister, do you want to have a love affair? The kind that cuts your neck with a knife and leaves your skull perfectly intact.]
As a fellow art graduating student, I silently glanced at the 180-pound art teacher next to me.
[The person above has to be careful. A 180-pound teacher can run faster than a rabbit when he wants to kill someone.]
Cheng Xiaowei roared, filled with anger and pain.
He pulled out the scalpel in his hand and stabbed it into his neck.
"Puff!" Blood gushed out, and Feng Jianhui fell directly into a pool of blood.
His body twitched, his eyes fixed on her.
Suddenly the ground cracked and scorching flames continued to emerge from below.
"No, don't!" Feng Jianhui struggled and lay on the ground.
"Crash!" There was a scorching heat beneath my feet, and beneath the sea of fire, a hell I had never seen before had opened up.
Below was a hell of mountains of swords and seas of fire. The next second, countless hands stretched out from hell and grabbed him tightly.
"Ah!" After a scream, Feng Jianhui's soul was torn out of his body.
Pulled and torn by Cheng Xiaowei's soul, the two fell into hell together.
Finally, the ground returned to calm, leaving only Feng Jianhui's body motionless.
Looking at all this, Sun Meng was completely frightened.
The man died right in front of him, and he also saw what hell really looked like.
Meng Fuling made a phone call directly, and then the police came and took the body away.
Also taken away was Cheng Xiaowei's skull, which revealed where the remaining bodies were buried.
Just near Feng Jianhui's suburban studio, he buried the body, leaving only the head.
The art teacher who appears gentle and refined is actually a murderous psychopath.
Don't be fooled by the appearance. The more beautiful the flower, the more likely it is to have thorns and be poisonous.
I'm still staying in the live broadcast room. I guess I won't be able to sleep tonight if I find out what's going on.
[This piece of trash has been dragged down to hell. Let this beast roll in the frying pan in hell.]
[No, there is a place in hell where people are beheaded every day, and their heads are disassembled ten thousand times every day.]
Cheng Xiaowei is actually a kind girl. She even warned Sun Meng of the danger.
[But such a kind girl had her head and body separated, and her head was made into an art teaching aid.]
[If his parents knew the truth, they would be devastated. They might as well have thought their daughter was missing!]
Meng Fuling left the school and looked back at the window of the art classroom.
This time I didn’t see the ghost standing in front of the window. I hope her soul can be liberated.
"Hey, classmate!" The gatekeeper said angrily when he saw her.
"You even lied to me that you were a poor student. How could you, so young, lie to someone like that?"
It was over. The old man found out. Meng Fuling quickly apologized: "Uncle, I'm sorry!"
"I'm actually a special commissioner from the police department, and I'm here to handle the case!"
"What case are you investigating? How can you be a police officer at such a young age? Stop lying to me!"
The old man was angry: "Call your parents here immediately. It's so late and you're still running around!"
"No, sir, I'm really a commissioner of the police station!" Meng Fuling was also drunk.
It seems that people really cannot lie, otherwise one lie will require countless lies to cover it up.
In the end, she had no choice but to call the police to explain the situation.
After being busy all day, I even sneaked into the school and spent a day as a high school student.
In the end, she still hadn't found the tears she was looking for, and it was another day of wasted effort.
Meng Fuling was about to go home when she found that the small electric stove had no power.
She could only find a 24-hour convenience store and charge her electric car while eating instant noodles.
It was already past twelve o'clock, and after today she would only have two days left.
After riding an electric bike home in the freezing cold, Meng Fuling lay down on the sofa exhausted.
It’s not that I’m tired, but I’m mentally tired.
The thought of not being able to collect all the ingredients and actually seeing the boss's scary face made my hair stand on end.
Old Biden said he would transfer her from her position when the time comes, right? Where would she be assigned then?
You're not going to the Punishment Office, are you? That place is a bloody mess with ghosts and wolves howling every day.
She would rather die than go. Thinking of this, Meng Fuling couldn't sleep.
She returned to the room, opened the drawer and planned to study the ingredients.
Meng Fuling opened the blue glass bottle in the drawer and stared at the empty bottle for a few seconds.
"Strange? Where are my tears?" She looked at the bottle of tears again.
Indeed, there is none. Could it be that I put it in another bottle?
She took out all eight bottles in the drawer and opened them one by one.
"Gone!" Meng Fuling looked at the empty bottles and said, "All my tears are gone!"
"Coo, coo, coo!" Xiaoman beside him cooed loudly.
"What? There's a thief in the house? He stole the ingredients for my Meng Po soup!"
Her face changed instantly. Who stole her things?
And nothing in the house was lost, so why did that person insist on stealing the ingredients for her Mengpo soup?
Meng Fuling immediately calculated her fortune using her fingers, but she couldn't figure out the other party's identity.
This is a problem, as I am only one tear away from making the whole thing complete.
Not only did we not get everything together, but the others were also lost.
This is the bastard who is looking for death but has no idea where to go. He actually dared to steal her things.
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