The camera panned, and after passing a wall, Mawson, whose face was hidden in his hood, was standing in front of the cashier.
"Welcome to Youjian Book Cafe. There are five packages for single rooms. Which one do you want?"
The knot between Mo Sen's brows was still deep, and his expression was bleak: "We'll spend the night."
"Okay. If you stay overnight, the fee is... please pay a deposit..."
At the sound of the receptionist's voice, Mawson took out his wallet and pulled out his credit card.
The machine beeped twice quickly, and the receptionist reminded him tactfully that the balance was not enough for the night. Mawson did not raise his eyes, did not act harsh, or even showed any offended expression. He just nodded and changed his tone tiredly to three hours. combo.
He walked through the rows of single rooms at a slightly faster pace and sat down in the one that belonged to him for a short time.
The surroundings were quiet, so Moson took off his jacket, put on the sound-isolating headphones and eye mask that came with the bookstore, and curled up slightly into the leather seat.
From entering the door to sitting down, it is no different from ordinary people who are tired and strapped.
"Moson!"
The demonic voice sounded in my deep sleep.
The screen suddenly brightened, and on the dark green blackboard were two hands trembling and curled up, with jet-black hair sticking to the board.
"Stand up! Don't move!"
The furry head shrank under the command, and Mo Sen moved up little by little, and was forced to stand upright.
The camera pans down and a piece of paper is taped to the back of the school uniform shirt.
The black marker was drawn circle after circle, with the center painted red, a flesh-and-blood bullseye full of cruel and childlike charm.
Snapped!
The toy bullet suddenly hit near the red heart, and Mawson trembled for a moment.
"Alas!--"
Male voices in twos and threes cheered for the shot. He Ye sat lazily on the table, pulling the slide to load the toy pistol. There were other followers laughing and watching the fun.
The other boys and girls in the background either turned their heads and pretended to chat, or covered their faces with books, or were immersed in copying notes. No one dared to look here.
"Tell you to stop fucking moving!" He Ye said, and there was another "pop".
Moson, who was lying on the blackboard with his head down in a posture of surrender, shrank and then shrank again.
"Hahahaha, give it to me, give it to me!"
The follower smiled and went to take the gun.
Snapped!
Snapped! Snapped!
There was a sound and a shake, and the pain seeped into the bone marrow, and the back became more and more arched like a shrimp.
"You are so blind, give me... Hey! Mo Sen! I told you to stand still! Believe it or not, I will beat you to death!"
He Ye yelled angrily, raising the toy pistol, and the dark muzzle blocked his grinning face.
The next second, there was a loud splashing sound, and Mo Sen, who fell headfirst to the ground, had his head poured with slop.
"Give me a drink!"
He Ye grabbed the back of his head and pushed it down, "Drink it! Lick it all clean! Swallow it!"
The camera zoomed out, and Cao Hao, who was swollen and bloated in his school uniform, was kneeling next to him. Mo Sen was holding his arms on the ground, and his upper body was only slightly raised. He Ye pressed his shoulder blades and stepped down hard.
"You still dare to resist? You really think of yourself as a person! Hurry up and eat!"
No matter how far away the camera is, the campus is empty. Not far away is the playground, and nearby is the back door of the cafeteria.
The three people in the super long shot are only as big as a thumb.
Laughter echoes.
"Pfft hahahahaha, this guy really licked it!"
"Hey, fat pig, come and eat too! Eat quickly! Hurry up!"
A very existential buzzing sound came and formed a line.
In his sleep, Mo Sen struggled and murmured.
A thin and pale hand clasped the earphones firmly.
Hold it, hold it tightly, I don’t know if the veins or blood vessels are bulging out.
But the sound is still there.
There was also a harsh hum.
"Hahahahaha, hey, what does the swill taste like? Tell me?"
One side of the earphones was pinched and lifted up.
It was as if he was confirming whether it was ringing in his ears or in his mind.
"Ah? Tell me quickly? Is it delicious? Hey! Hey! I'm talking to you!"
Buzz——————
The continuous high-pitched sound was the background of the arrogant and vicious words, so sharp that Damon and the others wrinkled their faces.
There was a "crash" sound.
The over-ear headphones were taken off by Mo Sen.
The buzzing stopped suddenly.
The single room in the bookstore was narrow and dark, and his eyes were covered with blindfolds. He hit his temples with his hands, and the force became heavier and heavier. As if he was fighting "who" in his mind, he hit his head desperately, shook his head, and then continued. Shifting in the chair, he felt as if he had a splitting headache.
The sound of the door opening.
The same neighbor in home clothes walked out with a garbage bag and met Qiu Xue who had returned from spending the night at Tian Gang's residence.
"Morning." Qiu Xue greeted with a smile.
"Good morning, oh, by the way." The neighbor reminded, "A very strange man came yesterday... Are you okay?"
"Eh?" Qiu Xue was stunned.
"He looks quite scary. He keeps kicking on your door." The neighbor said and pointed to the door of Qiu Xue's house. "Do you want to consider calling the police?"
"Ah, um... ok."
Qiu Xue nodded hesitantly, catching a glimpse of some mud spots from the corner of his eye, and his mind was suddenly filled with invisible fear.
The camera turned to the security door, and the light gray door panel was covered with chaotic shoe prints, unabashedly announcing the signs of an invasion.
It’s a short chapter, just to test it out, I’ll save the other content until tomorrow. I hope you won’t have to work on the weekends for the review.
Next update: 11.26 at 9pm.
(End of chapter)
