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This Lin Yang has been out for half an hour, and at this time Shi Bin has returned to the dormitory, he has been to Lin Yang's dormitory, and Lin Yang has not come back yet.

Suddenly, a bad thought came to my mind.

Shouldn't it be to go to the yellow fat man's office by himself?

Thinking of this, Shi Bin secretly screamed that it was not good, if he went to the Huang Fat Man's office by himself, with Lin Yang's character, he would never tell Shi Bin, but the Huang Fat Man's office was not a good place, and it was not an exaggeration to compare it to the Jackie Cheng Pond Tiger's Den.

Lin Yang, Lin Yang, how can you go to the Yellow Fat Man's office alone?

After thinking for a while, Shi Bin's face sank, and he decided to go to Lin Yang.

But he didn't know that Lin Yang was walking back with a smile at this time, humming as he walked: "Look at those flowers, chrysanthemums are full of mountains~~~"

So, these two met halfway.

As soon as he saw Lin Yang, Shi Bin went up and gave Lin Yang a big bear hug and said, "Yangzi, why didn't you tell me when you went to the office!"

Lin Yang was stunned by his hug, didn't answer Shi Bin's words, slowly pushed him away, and said with a smile: "Oh, what are these two men hugging! Besides, it's okay for me to do this, Huang Mingzhe, the dead fat man, was ...... by me."

Speaking of this, Lin Yang paused, if he said that Huang Fat Man was beaten by himself, Shi Bin would definitely interrogate him, and this interrogation, Lin Yang was afraid that he would not be able to control his mouth and tell the matter of death.

Although Lin Yang and Shi Bin are iron buddies, the matter of death is Lin Yang's biggest secret, and no one can tell him.

It's better to hide this matter first.

With a roll of his eyes, Lin Yang continued: "Huang Fatzi seems to be in a very good mood today, when I arrived at the office, not only did he not do anything to me, he didn't even scold me, he just told me a lot of big truths, I pretended to listen carefully, and he let me go." ”

Speaking of this, Shi Bin couldn't help but interject: "My buddy's luck is good, it's good to catch up with him, but Huang Fatty's dog's day, we still have to look at his face every day, it's annoying!"

Lin Yang spread his hands and continued: "Let me tell you, even if he dares to do something with me today, I will beat him and can't take care of himself! Hehe, who called me this good character, little one, I won't care so much this time, let him Huang Fat Man go!"

Speaking of this, Lin Yang couldn't help but laugh, but his kung fu of making up nonsense and bragging is indeed a must.

However, in order to conceal the information about the Grim Reaper, blow it up.

Hearing this, Shi Bin smiled mockingly: "Heh! It's starting to blow again!"

Lin Yang said with a serious face: "I didn't blow it!"

Thinking of the Grim Reaper, I don't know if this Grim Reaper is sure to clear his memory, when he knocked the yellow fat man down, he didn't see the Grim Reaper doing more, but just muttered a sentence silently in his mouth, as for what he said, Lin Yang didn't listen carefully, anyway, it was similar to a spell.

This Grim Reaper is also a god, chanting a mantra? Are you tmd me?

But no matter what he does, as long as he remembers the yellow fat man's fight clearly, as the old saying goes, a black cat and a white cat, catching a mouse is a good cat.

This god of death, what else does he say to let him do one thing, I don't know what it is, good or bad.

Forget it, whatever, everyone has said that this thing is not dangerous, the god of death does not do it to save face, but it is just right to do it yourself, and now he is the spokesperson of the god of death, and he has enjoyed the benefits of others, so he naturally has to do something for others.

Besides, with such a power as the Grim Reaper, it takes so much trouble to kill himself or threaten his life? Now Lin Yang is still obedient.

This time, the fat man was miserable, and he was beaten by me, so he shouldn't be able to come to class this afternoon.

The sad yellow fat man, if he wakes up now, he will only think that he has just slept and slept this night, and when he sleeps, he wakes up as if he has been beaten violently, and his whole body is like a broken shelf, as if the bones of his whole body are broken, and this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that his chrysanthemum is aching faintly!

Oh！shit！

Poor Huang Fat Man, shouldn't he call the police? I entered from the office building, and during the time I beat Huang Fat Man, no one entered or left the office building, and the office building of Wancheng High School was full of cameras!

If you call the police, Lin Yang can't get out of it!

However, why did this fat yellow man call the police, just because he slept and slept to death, and suspected that someone beat him up while he was sleeping, so let the police find out? This reason is too naïve, and he is still a high school teacher. Call the police, he still can't do it.

Thinking of this, Lin Yang couldn't help but feel relieved, at this moment he really wanted to look up to the sky and howl three times, this evil breath can be calculated!

Shi Bin looked at Lin Yang's face with worry and joy, felt very discordant, and said to himself: "Why did this Yangzi go insane after he came out of Huang Mingzhe's office?"

It was noon lunch break, and Lin Yang went back to the dormitory and said goodbye to Shi Bin.

The dormitory was empty, Geng Zhong and Quan Kai were fooling around with the campus goblins again, and Lin Yang was lying on the bed bored, his head messing around. There have been too many things happening in the past few days, and new things at various levels have impacted Lin Yang's life, making him feel very uncomfortable.

Lying on the bed, Lin Yang first remembered death.

This self-proclaimed god is indeed legendary, and his abilities are not ordinarily strong, and there is no doubt that this is long beyond the reach of human beings.

The Grim Reaper, in Lin Yang's memory, often appears in ancient Greek mythology. The god of death, the god of death, lives in the underworld, the god of death often wears a black cloak and holds a huge scythe in his hand.

How could such a god come to me?

Lin Yang smiled a little self-deprecatingly, this god of death, now I don't know where to go, in other words, he is really powerful, talking to me regardless of distance, others can't hear it, it can be said that he has not seen him and only heard his voice, but his haunting characteristics are a little bad this day.

"Hmm, you call me again?" a voice came from his head.

Huh, is it the voice of the Grim Reaper?

"It's me. Lin Yang replied.

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just want to get to know you, you see, I've been your Grim Reaper's spokesman for days, but I still haven't figured out what kind of being you are. ”

"Well, since you asked, I'll tell you about it. The Grim Reaper replied.