"My hand hurts."
"Don't tie it so tight."
Xing Ze's face changed and he stared at the darkening screen of his phone.
This voice... is gentle.
He couldn't have heard wrong.
tie……
Xing Ze's face was gloomy. He thought that something must have happened to Wen Qing, so he called the police station to contact him.
He picked up the car keys, ran out the door, and dialed Xiao Chen's number at the same time.
The moment the call was connected, Xing Ze said quickly: "Dig up Song Xuan's file, quickly."
Hearing the anxious tone in Xing Ze's voice, Xiao Chen tapped away on the keyboard, investigating Song Xuan's information.
"Eighteen years old, male, studying in Class 1, Grade 3 of Dezhi Middle School. His father is Song Zong, the owner of Song's Real Estate—"
Xing Ze pressed the elevator button for the second floor below ground, frowned and interrupted, "Not to mention his parents, where does he live?"
"Let me see," Xiao Chen paused, called up the property information, and after a while, reported the address, "Nancheng Community, Building 10, Unit 10, 1104."
Xing Ze ran into the underground garage and started the car.
"Brother Xing, have you contacted him?" Xiao Chen couldn't help asking, "What happened that made him call you?"
Xing Ze was silent for a moment, without explanation, turned the steering wheel, and said to Xiao Chen, "Hang up."
"No, wait, wait," Xiao Chen said quickly, "You want to go find him?"
Xing Ze responded.
Xiao Chen quickly said, "He should not be where he lives right now."
"Probably at school."
Xing Ze paused and glanced at the date: "Today is the weekend."
"Yes," Xiao Chen responded, and then said, "But he is in Class 1 of the senior year of Dezhi Middle School. I heard from my cousin that this class, from the first year to the third year of high school, stays in school on weekends."
"The city does not allow make-up classes." Xing Ze frowned, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards Dezhi Middle School.
Xiao Chen: "Yeah, isn't this just working quietly?"
After that, he added, "Song Xuan's dormitory is Building 3, Room 401."
"Brother Xing, is there something wrong with the school?" Xiao Chen said, a little worried, and asked hurriedly, "Should we send a few more people?"
Xing Ze said in a deep voice: "I'll go first."
"Check if Song Xuan and Ji Sheng have any contact."
Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, then responded and immediately looked up the information.
Xing Ze stared at the road ahead and sped up.
He pursed his lips tightly, thinking of what Wen Qing had just said, his heart beat faster and faster, and his face became more and more gloomy.
"Have you found out?"
After a few minutes, Xiao Chen said, "I found it, I found it."
"Ji Sheng and Song Xuan not only live in the same neighborhood and go to the same school, but they also participated in a city-level knowledge competition together."
"When we investigated Ji Sheng three years ago, we basically investigated all of his friends, but Song Xuan was not among them. He should be just an ordinary classmate."
Xiao Chen asked curiously, "Do you suspect that Song Xuan was also involved in that case?"
"Or is there a new case? Did he imitate Ji Sheng?"
Xing Ze pursed his lips: "No, no, don't guess blindly."
The next second before he was about to hang up, Xiao Chen couldn't help but ask one last question: "Brother Xing, isn't it because of Wen Qing?"
Xing Zeshou paused for a moment, then whispered to Xiao Chen, "I heard his voice."
The other end of the phone fell silent for a while before Xiao Chen's cautious voice came: "Brother, are you hallucinating?"
"Um... don't reject psychologists just because of Ji Yu's incident. There are always more good people than bad people in this world."
Xing Ze: “…”
“Hang up.”
After saying that, Xing Ze hung up Xiao Chen's phone and called Song Xuan again.
No one answered.
After a while, the other party turned off the phone.
Xing Ze frowned and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
…………
"What should I do?" Song Xuan looked at Fu Ranxiu solemnly.
Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids and said lightly: "Same as them."
"Write down your name and date of birth."
Just like other students did trading three years ago?
Wen Qing was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he quickly called out to 001 in his mind: [System, system, are you there? ]
001 responded: [I’m here.]
Wen Qing asked nervously: [I, I won't be left behind, right? ]
001 was quiet for a while, then slowly said: [There has been no similar case, so it is impossible to confirm.]
Its voice was cold, different from its usual voice, and contained a hint of anger.
But this time, Wen Qing didn't pay any attention to 001's emotions. His mind was full of thoughts: Would he become the first guinea pig?
He doesn't want to stay in this world!
Wen Qing's eyelids jumped when he saw Song Xuan picking up the paper and pen, and he quickly called out, "Song Xuan!"
Song Xuan paused with his pen tip and tilted his head to look at him.
Wen Qing took a deep breath, his brain working quickly, and said to him: "Don't be impulsive."
"Now let you bully someone, what if, what if he asks you to kill someone?"
Song Xuan sneered and looked at Wen Qing solemnly: "Do I look like a good person?"
"So what if a few people die?"
Wen Qing was stunned. Song Xuan's attitude towards him during this period made him forget that Song Xuan was a school bully who didn't care about other people's lives at all.
Seeing Song Xuan's nonchalant look, Wen Qing stammered, "You, you will be arrested..."
"It's illegal and you'll go to jail."
Song Xuan glanced at Fu Ranxiu and sneered: "Don't worry, even if I need to kill someone, someone will go to jail for me."
"I won't leave you to Fu Ranxiu." Song Xuan's eyes became even darker.
Wen Qing's heart tightened, realizing that he had said the wrong thing.
We can’t provoke Song Xuan anymore now.
He pursed his lips and said tentatively: "But don't you want to end it..."
"Think about Huang Mao and the others. Aren't they your friends?"
Song Xuan raised his lips and said, "It will be over in two months."
"They can wait."
Wen Qing now realized that Song Xuan would not listen to him.
The only tool he could use now was "No Sexual Intercourse". Even if he used it, Song Xuan still had the strength to write...
Suddenly, a hand touched his face.
Song Xuan came closer to him, staring at him intently with his deep brown eyes, and gently stroked his face with his fingertips.
"You don't want to stay, do you?"
The hot breath brushed across her cheek, and she pursed her lips, not daring to speak.
Of course he didn't want to, this was not his world.
Song Xuan chuckled and rubbed his nose affectionately: "It's okay."
"I'll think about it later."
After saying that, Song Xuan quickly wrote down his name and date of birth on a piece of paper and threw it to Fu Ranxiu: "Hurry up, Huang Yi and the others won't be able to stop Jiang Yan for long."
Fu Ranxiu took the note, placed the angel sculpture in front of him, and spoke slowly.
What he spoke was not Chinese, not English, and it didn't sound like any other language in the world. It had a strange rhythm.
Wen Qing didn't understand, but felt that the tone was somewhat familiar, a bit like what Heiwei said at that time.
As soon as Fu Ranxiu finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew into the dormitory and the temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees.
Wen Qing couldn't help but shudder and looked at Fu Ranxiu with wide eyes.
The angel sculpture on the table moved, the wings behind it trembled gently, every feather was shaking, and the wings were slightly raised, like a bird spreading its wings.
As the wings flapped, a chilly wind blew into the dormitory, cold and icy, and a chill crept up from the soles of the feet along the body.
Wen Qing pinched his palms, and his lips lost their color.
Soon, the eyelids of the angel sculpture trembled, and it slowly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of black and white eyes like those of a human.
His eyes slowly moved from Fu Ranxiu's face to Wen Qing's face.
It looked at Wen Qing, and then a low laugh was heard in the dormitory.
It was a very familiar laugh, it was Ji Yu’s.
Wen Qing's eyes went dark as he watched the white piece of paper between Fu Ranxiu's fingers burn out of thin air. The ashes slowly fell down and disappeared completely the moment they touched the desk.
Fu Ranxiu rubbed his fingertips, touched his upper lip to his lower lip, and prepared to speak.
A second before he spoke, Wen Qing hurriedly called him: "Fu Ranxiu."
"You, it's not right for you to do this."
Fu Ranxiu pursed her lips and tilted her head to look at him.
Wen Qing didn't know what to say. He just wanted to delay time, waiting for Jiang Yan, Xing Ze, or anyone else to arrive.
He racked his brains and said to Fu Ranxiu, "Don't you think there is something wrong with this deal?"
"You wanted to help others, but he let them bully the transfer students and participate in school violence. How can this be considered helping?"
"They are participating in school violence now, and they may participate in other similar things in the future..."
Fu Ranxiu raised his eyelids, his expression indifferent: "This is their opportunity, and also their training."
"It is their own shortcomings that they cannot resist temptation, and they deserve to be eliminated by the survival of the fittest."
Wen Qing didn't know what to say, he didn't understand Fu Ranxiu.
"But, but..." He opened his mouth, trying to delay time.
Before he could say a word, Fu Ranxiu seemed to know what he was going to do and said, "It's useless."
Wen Qing was startled, and then he saw the sky gradually darkening, dark clouds covering the sun, and a strong wind blew up. The trees outside the building were shaking wildly, and the leaves rustled and fell and floated into the dormitory.
[Please note that the copy is being upgraded. 】
[Please note that the copy is being upgraded. 】
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly, and he immediately asked 001: [What does this mean? ]
001's voice was as cold as ice: [An unstoppable force has appeared in the copy and is being upgraded. ]
Wen Qing’s eyes went dark. It was all over.
Could it be that Ji Yu is coming?
Wen City was able to upgrade from an ordinary human-level copy to a monster copy. Is it going to be upgraded to a god-level copy now?
Ji Yu will not let him go, so it is even more impossible to reach a deal with Song Xuan.
Wen Qing quickly said to Fu Ranxiu: "You, you stop now..."
He was so anxious that he almost cried, and said in a trembling voice: "He won't make a deal with you."
"Don't believe his lies."
Listening to his words, Song Xuan frowned slightly and looked outside.
The sky was getting darker and darker, and a black vortex appeared in the sky above the three buildings, growing larger and larger, as if something terrible was about to happen.
This was not the case three years ago.
Song Xuan lowered his eyes and looked at the sculpture on the table. He saw that its deathly white body was gradually taking on the luster of human skin, as if it was coming alive. Its dark eyes stared straight at Wen Qing.
There was the possessiveness in his eyes that he was familiar with.
There is a problem.
Song Xuan's face darkened.
The next second, the dormitory door was kicked open with great force.
Xing Ze stood at the door, looking expressionlessly at Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu in the dormitory, and slowly raised his gun: "Put your hands on your head and squat against the wall."
"Don't make me say it a second time."
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