Kou Qiu was staring blankly in the room with his cell phone.

The phone urged him: "Hurry up, I still have to watch the news broadcast at 10 o'clock!"

It paused and said, "What are you stunned?"

The second text message I received was still on the screen of the phone, anonymous, and a number I had never seen before. Kou Qiu sat on the bed with his knees in his arms, thought for a long time before saying, "I was thinking, who sent this text message...?"

The original Meng Jiao is not a cheerful person. Due to his livelihood, he doesn’t even have many opportunities to contact his classmates. Apart from Yu Jiamao, the only one who can get his mobile phone number is Zhuo Pu, who is now in charge of their class.

But the person who conveyed the message to him was obviously very familiar with him and Yu Jiamao.

"It's not simple," the phone is a little confused. "Just ask the male classmate who gave your number, right?"

Kou Qiu smiled bitterly and stroked his phone case a few times with his fingers.

"I just don't want to ask," he said softly, "the feeling he gave me is not good."

He had an inexplicable premonition that if he asked, something worse would happen.

The phone rang twice and said, "Then I'll check it out."

Its interface began to quickly browse various web pages, comparing the information one by one, but in the end it still found nothing, and a blank interface popped up. The phone rang again, and suddenly fell into an inexplicable depression and said, "I'm really useless..."

Even small things like investigation can't be done well!

What qualifications do I have to do to review business test questions and listen to the news broadcast!

Kou Qiu was so amused that he hurriedly comforted it: "It's okay, it's okay, you've done a good job."

He put his phone on the bedside table, and the quilt at the foot of the bed spontaneously and automatically covered him with four corners tucked tightly. Kou Qiu touched a corner of the quilt and felt that he had a soft cat.

The desk lamp consciously dimmed the light.

Kou Qiu closed his eyes and said to his cub in his mind: [Do you know what the benefits of special groups are?]

The system says: [What?]

Kou Qiu said proudly: [I will never catch a cold!]

Look how tight this is covered, like a sleeping bag!

The system fell into a confused silence and said half a day later: [Did you forget that your own quilt always kick you?]

Kou Qiu's pride disappeared in an instant. He silently hugged the little quilt that was now covered by his body, hesitated for a moment, and said: [It seems to be, why, it's so strange...]

The system was speechless, and after a while, he could only respond with humming and reconcile, [Yes, it's so strange.]

Strange ghost!

Isn’t it because you stomp on the quilt all day!!!

That night, some people slept very well, while others were destined to be sleepless. Twenty kilometers away from the villa area where Zhuo Pu lived, a young man walked into a shop and looked around for a few glances, as if he was looking for something.

He entered the store and never got out of the store again.

Zhuo Pu was woken up by the phone. He sat up from the head of the bed and the phone automatically answered. The man over there could hear clearly even without hands-free: "Another one! Damn, another one... I even have a palm, this time I'm just missing my head!"

The sleepiness almost disappeared in an instant. Zhuo Pu picked up his phone and said, "Tell me more clearly."

A moment later, the new information about the victim was transmitted to his mobile phone. The victim was only twenty-two years old and was about to graduate from college. His face was fair and elegant in front of the camera, and he felt a clear smile when he smiled. As expected, he was also an art student.

The photo of the scene captured his hand. The slender hands that could hold the brush were now left with only ten bloody fingers, which were thrown on the ground and scattered in the dust.

Only the head is left.

Zhuo Pu's heart couldn't help but jump.

He got up and knocked on Kou Qiu's door, knocked on it a few times, and asked, "Meng Jiao? Are you there?"

Within two minutes, the young man came to see him with a dripping face, obviously he was washing his face just now. For convenience, he tied all the broken hair on his forehead into a small tug. His face was white, and the forehead was wet and covered with water droplets, refreshing and delicate, and asked, "What's wrong?"

It was not until he saw that he was safe and sound with his own eyes that Zhuo Pu felt relieved. He called out the young man and said briefly: "What happened again."

The victim's message reached Kou Qiu's hands.

He stared at the cell phone number for a while, and suddenly his face looked strange, saying, "I seem to have seen this number somewhere...wait!"

He hurriedly turned back to his room, and adjusted his text message yesterday, comparing the numbers one by one with them. The more he compared them, the more shocked he became.

“…That’s right.”

“It’s the same.”

He originally thought that the owner of the number would definitely be a classmate in the class, but he never expected that he would be a new victim.

The system trembled and said: [What does this mean? This guy still has time to send you a reminder text message last night?]

Before or after death?

No matter which one it is, it sounds trembling.

Isn't this a ghost story?

Kou Qiu looked at the face carefully again, frowned and said, "But I have never seen him."

Zhuo Pu nodded, "He is not from the Academy of Fine Arts."

Judging from the current information, the victim and Kou Qiu should not have any intersection.

Things seemed to be in fog again. All the clues were rolling and tangled into a ball, and they could not find a source from it.

"Don't think about it," Teacher Zhuo touched the young man's cheek with his gloves, and said, "From today on, you must be by my side."

Hua Peacock came out at some point, staring at the white gloves on Zhuo Pu's hand, and whispered: "I don't know if he was carrying this with him yesterday..."

Shadow said: "I think so."

Kou Qiu turned around curiously and asked, "What is that?"

The flower peacock looked at the eyes of the master who swept over indifferently. In an instant, his cowardly legs trembled like a sieve and shook his head repeatedly: "Nothing, nothing!"

After a while, two shadows squatted in front of Zhuo Pu's room and looked inside.

Zhuo Pu is obsessed with cleanliness, and even the trash can is snow-white, with several layers of bags inside. As soon as they opened the lid, they suddenly saw several pairs of white gloves thrown inside.

The flower peacock squatted and reached out to count in a gossip: "One pair...two pairs...three pairs...four pairs!"

He suddenly took a breath of air conditioning.

Four pairs!

What's more, I only have three minutes!

The shadow squatted beside him, and the vicissitudes of life spewed out a smoke ring.

"Stop talking," he said quietly, "I really hurt my true master."

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There is no time anymore.

The victims' bodies increased one after another, and they were about to be integrated. The people in the Supervision Department were anxious and discussed for a long time. Finally, they mustered up the courage to call Zhuo Pu and vaguely proposed the possibility of using Kou Qiu as bait to lure the criminal.

However, they were cut off by Teacher Zhuo just halfway through their words, "No."

"Don't be so anxious," said the short and fat man in a kind voice, "Look, with you there, Xiao Meng himself is not unable to deal with shadows, there is no danger, right?"

"No." Teacher Zhuo still had these two faint words.

The short and fat man said anxiously: "Teacher Zhuo, now is not the time for you to get angry, we have no other way!"

The public opinion among the public is becoming more and more ridiculous day by day, and it is about to develop towards urban strange talks. The people are in panic and even dare not go out again at night, but even under such circumstances of defense, new victims still appear.

This pressure was pressed down on the back, and everyone in the regulatory department could not breathe.

Zhuo Pu pursed his thin lips and said, "Meng Jiao's abilities can only be useful in urgent times, and you know it."

The short and fat man was silent, "This..."

Teacher Zhuo closed his eyes hard.

"If there is a shadow that hurts him immediately, how can he escape? Or do you really have the confidence to swear to me that he is unscathed?"

It is true that no one dares to guarantee that the people there didn't say a word.

"Since that's the case," Zhuo Pu turned the railway firmly, "I will never take risks with him."

There was no room for negotiation in his words.

The people from the Supervision Department felt a headache and finally said, "Okay, what are you going to do? Just keep guarding him?"

Zhuo Pu's answer was taken for granted, "Yes."

The short and fat man immediately had a headache, his temples pounding. He didn't know whether he wanted to throw his phone down or he wanted to follow the signal and beat the guy. He sucked his breath and said desperately: "We actually don't allow office romance!"

"Well," Teacher Zhuo answered quickly, "Then I'll resign."

The short and fat man's tone suddenly became soft and he became cowardly: "As the rules, they are all determined by people..."

He wiped his sweat and finally stabilized the humanoid compass again, but suddenly he heard an employee in the office gasping.

"Boss! Come and see!" he said in surprise, "Scholarship, scholarship!!!"

The man's eyes fell on the computer screen.
To be continued...