dramatic death

chapter 23. accident

The distant bell broke into the muddy thoughts.

Yin Tong woke up from his sleep.There was no one in the classroom, his heavy panting echoed on the tight walls, the graffiti-covered desks fell to the ground, a large amount of abusive writing remained on the scattered books, and there were obviously dirty shoe prints.

At dusk, at 18:45, someone drew a small umbrella with chalk on the lower right corner of the blackboard, under which were written the names of two students on duty. "Yintong" is still on the right, but the one on the left has been hastily erased, leaving only a vague chalk mark.

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"this boy"

The complaints that came out of his mouth stopped abruptly, Yintong stood in the empty classroom, staggered backwards and knocked down the desks and chairs behind him.

what's wrong...

The metal table leg scratched the ground with a scream, and he heard his heart beating wildly, as if in a terrible escape.

Something is wrong.

The empty classroom was filled with the soft light of the setting sun, and the steady bell was ticking to the beat of the heartbeat. Yintong heard the footsteps of a rabbit doll coming from the end of the corridor outside the classroom, and something fell from upstairs. , passed the classroom window, and planted on the cold concrete floor downstairs.

Someone jumped off the building.

A sudden idea broke into Yintong's mind, and he staggered to push open the back door of the classroom.There was a cumbersome rabbit doll standing in the corridor with its back facing him. Its fluffy body blocked a large area of ​​light, and the bright red blood dripped down its ax blade onto the cold ground.

"tick"

Stepping on the pace of the bell resonates with Yintong's heartbeat.

"Tick, tick."

The setting sun dipped into the cold glass windows, and the muffled noise grew louder like tinnitus. Yintong saw someone falling in the narrow shadow between the windows, and the soft hair was like a piece of beautiful wind chimes.

The filthy blood spread from under the opponent's body, spilling over the cold ground and staining Yin Tong's newly bought sneakers.

The sound of "rustling" was played along with the sharp noise. Amidst the deafening heartbeat, Yin Tong saw the rabbit doll in the corridor slowly turn around and look in his direction.

He saw a pair of inorganic plastic eyes, so pitch black that they couldn't reflect the slightest bit of light.The clumsy rabbit doll still has a smiling expression on its face, which is as weird as an absurd drama.

He heard a girl's sweet laughter over the noisy radio.

She said: "Welcome to Hakoniwa Games, don't panic, this game only has happy endings."

……

The glass made a crisp sound when it hit the bar.

Yintong recovered from his thoughts, and raised his head to meet Christie's scrutinizing eyes.

"What are you thinking?" National Lolita frowned dissatisfiedly, "Are you looking for a reason for yesterday's absenteeism?"

Yin Tong blinked his eyes.

He suddenly realized that he was still in the dessert house called "Afternoon Tea", not a classroom, a corridor, or a murder scene. He didn't need to face rabbits, mental illness and dead people, he just needed to mix a cup Coffee, serve the benefactor in front of you well.

The classroom at dusk, the room where the dead body lay, and the bloody smell lingering in his throat, all existed only in his worst nightmares.

And those nightmares that made him throw up early in the morning were all fake.

Yin Tong took the glass of water, raised his head and took a few sips.

all fake.He repeated in his mind.

Christie has been very busy recently. Compared with Yin Tong, who is so busy that she can be needled, followed, and used as a talking point, she is so busy that she can't wait to have a mitosis.National Lolita's daily life is either rushing to the scene or making plays. She spends almost all her eyes open at work, and the rest of the time is not only used for business bragging and coaxing fans, but also pays attention to Yintong's daily life.

But among them, the little boss Yin is the least worrying one.

Just after 6:30 this morning, Yin Tong was woken up from his sleep by Christie's unique morning call.At that time, the mobile terminal that was jumping on the inside of his wrist was shaking like a mad dog, and even the veins in his arm were throbbing.

Yin Tong covered his head and let out a mournful cry, rubbing his temples and leaning against the head of the bed behind him.His vision reflected the pale ceiling of the bedroom, the white lampshade of the energy-saving lamp showed some traces of dirt, and the central place was dark, and it seemed that there were still a few corpses of bugs.

The name and profile picture of the caller remained on the incoming call interface on the light screen, and the buffer bar for answering the call was gradually shortening, but was hung up by the caller when it was about to reach the end, and the next noisy sonata started again.

Yin Tong covered his eyes with his hands amidst the noisy bell, paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

He dreamed of that classroom again.

It wasn't a pleasant dream, and it didn't do anything except speed up his heartbeat, speed up his breathing, and increase the chance of sudden death.Repeated dreams brought him back to the scene of the crime over and over again. Jumping off a building and committing suicide almost became the dilemma he could not escape in his dreams. The bulky rabbit doll was always the executioner of this tragedy. The bloody sunset was like a huge cage. Lock him in a box labeled "Twilight Classroom".

It just sucks.

Yin Tong rubbed his temples and answered the incoming call in a daze.

Christie was neatly dressed and sat on the sofa opposite the light screen, with a light shining from nowhere on her white face, she looked like a beast that had just crawled out of a cemetery.

"..." He was frightened sober in an instant, and even leaned back reflexively, "What are you? Trendy zombie outfit?"

"I'm backstage," Christie replied angrily, "Clean up, I'll meet you at the store entrance at 8:30."

"...Why did you see me?" Yin Tong lay on the bed and muttered in a low voice, staring at the disconnected communication screen for a long while, then vaguely remembering that he seemed to be away from work all day yesterday.

The behind-the-scenes funder probably came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime.

Christie doesn't necessarily care about turnover, but he definitely cares about his life activities.Where did Yin Tong go, what did he do, did he go out to have a room with some wild man/dead girl, Guomin Lolita was as dedicated as his own mother in this respect, and wished to tie him to the waist of her trousers wherever she went.

Yin Tong is not happy to be supervised like this, but it is useless if he is not happy.The little benefactor is his guarantor in this country, and without Christie's "supervision", he wouldn't even be considered an individual here.

He would be legally deported and lose any social and work rights.He became a resident in the White Tower, or a homeless man in the waste dump of the abandoned city.

It is also possible to be sold to the black market as slaves or pets, or worse, to become nourishment for the survival of homeless people.

Eating a person is not a big problem these days.When the seed virus broke out, "humans" joined the luxury lunch, and some bigwigs even wrote "108 Cooking Styles". If it weren't for the restraint of the law, it is estimated that they would all be on the tables of the people in Central City now.

After all, aggression is never the original sin of people, poverty and incompetence are.

Christie's ridicule went around three times in his mind before Yin Tong vaguely realized that he really hadn't "made excuses" for yesterday's absenteeism.He couldn't tell the truth. If Christie knew that he was absent from work for a day because of reading the diary, National Lolita would probably be like a mother who finds out that her child is playing games in class, and picks up the cane in a rage.

But she won't really fight, because Yin Tong's life alone may be ruined. Ms. Christie has always insisted on his strange theory that "living alone will definitely cause problems", and the possibility of making use of the problem is as high as 200%.

Thinking that he might have to move back to live with Christie again, Yin Tong felt his head hurting.

He didn't answer, he looked as if he was wandering away, but he was actually thinking about how to hide the truth.But yesterday's letter caused him to have nightmares for half the night, and this morning he was frightened back and forth by Christie, his face was as pale as the icing on the cake, no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be depressed.

Christie got angry when she saw him, slapped the bar and stood up, grabbing Yintong's collar: "What are you thinking?" She raised her chin, forcing Yintong to face herself His gaze asked, "Why, have you been fascinated by those pieces of torn letter paper again?"

The national loli stared fiercely like a robbing bandit.Little Boss Yin and her stared at each other for three seconds before he could barely understand what she was talking about—she thought that Yintong was out of his mind this morning because of those weird letters, and it must be something written by the owner of the letter. Hooked Yin Tong tea and rice do not think about sleeping and eating.

——This is true to a certain extent, but the subject can probably be moved, after all, not only the letter hooked Yin Tong, but also the letter writer made him toss and turn.

Yin Tong thought carefully about An Qi's little face with red lips and white teeth, his eyes drifted away, and he was almost slapped into the sink by Miss Christie who was burning with anger.

"Which vixen do you think of again?" Christie gritted her molars and showed a slightly vicious smile, "Who did you spend a day with yesterday, and now you still have more to say?"

Yin Tong squeezed out a sincere smile from the brink of suffocation, and he said: "No, no, at most I was lying on the bed and lingering with myself for a while. The parts of puberty always have their own ideas, and they are not affected by me. Take control, and I apologize for it."

Christie didn't know whether she understood or didn't understand, anyway, she got to Yintong talking about dirty jokes, her little face turned red, and she was slapped on the tail in an instant.

Her eyes stopped staring, and she didn't get angry—at least she didn't show any anger on the surface. She straightened her skirt and sat gently on the high stool opposite the bar, her lips raised, revealing a standard business smile.

"Then please explain to me your spare parts, what the fuck did you say in the letter you received yesterday."