So far, the only ghost who has appeared behind this bloody door is Zheng Shaofeng. Whether the disobedient students in the small dark room are ghosts or monsters has not yet been determined.
But what Ning Qiushui was sure of was that the person targeting him now was definitely a ghost.
And he has been completely locked into the opponent.
The icy cold aura belonging to a ghost continued to spread outward along that arm, and almost instantly, it enveloped Ning Qiushui's whole body!
But this was not the first time Ning Qiushui encountered a ghost. He had become more experienced and experienced. Before entering the utility room, he had already held the photo of the lady in black tightly in his hand!
If the ghost really attacks him this time, the ghost device will be triggered and he will be able to escape from the utility room.
"Is it Zheng Shaofeng?"
Ning Qiushui looked calm and asked.
"What's going on between you and Huang Tingting?"
"On March 21st, Huang Tingting was locked up in a small dark room, and you committed suicide by jumping off the building. Did you make an agreement?"
"I found a note in your previous dormitory that was not completely burned, with Huang Tingting's handwriting on it..."
He said a lot, but the owner of the arms above his head didn't respond at all, and the pale-skinned arms just swayed in front of him...
Ning Qiushui was not anxious, he continued:
"What do you want to do?"
"Did you suffer any injustice?"
"Do you need my help?"
The ghost above the head still didn't respond, but its hand didn't continue to approach Ning Qiushui, which made Ning Qiushui a little confused. In the past, once a ghost appeared, it would either trigger some special plot, or it would be harmful to them. Take action.
I have never done anything like this before.
Could it be because it wanted to attack him, but was blocked by his own ghost weapon?
Thinking of this, Ning Qiushui raised his head directly!
As far as the eye could see, a man with a twisted body, a half-broken head, and blood still dripping from his body was floating in the air. However, his drooping eyes did not look at Ning Qiushui, but kept staring outside the room.
Ning Qiushui followed its gaze and looked outside, and found someone standing outside the door.
The other person was wearing a cleaner's uniform, with a weird smile on his face, and he kept staring at Ning Qiushui.
"Which class are you a student in?"
"I remember it's class time now..."
"If you don't study hard, why are you running around?"
As he said that, he walked in directly.
Ning Qiushui didn't run away, but he didn't stand there waiting to die either. His first thought was to cover up the message on his clothes.
Each of them has a school badge on their chest, and the school badge records their basic identity information. Ning Qiushui feels that this information cannot be captured by the other party, at least the school badge cannot fall into the other party's hands, otherwise if the other party takes it If you use the school badge to report it, he will be in trouble!
In the academy's student handbook, there is a rule that cannot be violated.
[11. Be sure to appear in your seat during class, and violators will be dealt with seriously]
This rule is specially outlined with red pen.
It is not difficult to see from the four words "serious treatment" at the end that the consequences are very serious.
Generally, during class, you can only go to the toilet once with the permission of the class teacher. If you are found somewhere else...
Ning Qiushui looked at the cleaners who kept walking towards her, and her heart sank to the bottom.
He held the school badge tightly with one hand, and held the photo with the other hand, ready to hit the cleaner at any time. However, the cleaner seemed not to notice the ghost above Ning Qiushui's head at all, and kept talking. Approaching him.
Just when the distance between the two was only half a body, Ning Qiushui punched the opponent fiercely!
This punch was unexpected, and the waist and horse became one.
boom!
The cleaner received a solid punch from Ning Qiushui, but did not retreat.
It wasn't that Ning Qiushui's punch wasn't strong enough, but that he was caught by a pair of pale ghost hands!
The moment he was touched by those ghost hands, the cleaner seemed to finally see the ghost. The ferocious and greedy look in his eyes suddenly turned into fear!
"It's you...it's you!"
He seemed to recognize the ghost and struggled violently, but to no avail.
"Does it matter to you where I go?"
Ning Qiushui confirmed that the cleaner was not a ghost.
He twisted his neck, put the ghost weapon in his left hand and clenched it tightly, then raised his right fist and hit the cleaner hard on the temple!
boom!
boom!
boom!
The cleaner wanted to scream, but the next moment a ball of paper was stuffed into his mouth!
"I'm so sorry...I can't let you sue me."
"And I don't believe you either, so I can't let you leave alive today."
Ning Qiushui's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
There were no cameras in this utility room. The cleaner died, and no one except the ghost knew it was him.
However, when he punched, he could clearly feel that the cleaner was not a human being. No matter how strong a normal person was, it would be impossible for him to withstand his deliberate punch to the temple.
But the cleaner took more than a dozen blows before he finally stopped struggling.
Ning Qiushui didn't end there.
Even though the ghost hand had let go of the cleaner's body, Ning Qiushui still found a small fruit knife in the utility room.
There are rust spots on it and the blade is very thin.
Ning Qiushui simply wiped it with the cleaner's clothes, then covered the cleaner's neck with the clothes, and started cutting the head of the corpse with a fruit knife through the clothes.
"You are a monster. If I don't cut off your head, I really won't worry...what if you survive?"
Ning Qiushui smiled and finished cutting the cleaner without getting any blood on her body.
Ordinary people cannot easily cut off a person's head with such a thin blade, unless they have a special understanding of the human body structure.
The ghost floating in the air beside him saw an inexplicable and strange light in his eyes as he watched Ning Qiushui finish all this.
Ning Qiushui threw away the fruit knife and turned back to look at it. The moment they looked at each other, the ghost even took half a step back.
"Are you Zheng Shaofeng?"
The ghost stared at him coldly and said nothing.
"You won't kill me?"
"..."
"Why commit suicide?"
"..."
"Is Huang Tingting dead?"
"..."
"Have you agreed to do something? Does it have anything to do with the changes in the dark room?"
As Ning Qiushui asked questions one after another, the ghost seemed a little impatient. It pulled off one of its own fingers and handed it to Ning Qiushui, and then disappeared.
Ning Qiushui looked at the cold and bloody fingers in her hand, thoughtfully.
