"Why are you reacting so much? Do you know each other?"

"No, I just choked on saliva, and then marveled at how there was the surname 'Mo', I always thought that this was only the male protagonist of the novel deserved to have. ”

"You still have the surname Cheng, isn't this surname rare?"

"At least the surname Cheng has not been used in various sand sculpture novels, but the surname Mo can often be seen in novels. ”

"What you say reminds me that Mo Jincheng seems to be quite in line with the setting of the male protagonist of the novel, handsome, cold, has a good family background, and studies very well, he was the first in the grade in the previous school, and that school is also a famous school...... Tsk, the characters who came out of the novel are alive!"

"So good?" Chengyi was stunned for a moment, "No, he didn't just come here today, why did you find out about people so quickly?" Sister Yue, I remember that you didn't gossip so much before. ”

"Roommates are amazing, you have to remember that is the essence of most girls, and there must be a large number of people who go to great lengths to dig up the background when you come to such a handsome school grass, and I really don't understand why you think about why so many people write you love letters every day. ”

“...... I think I get it. Chengyi was silent for a while and said.

After hanging up the phone, Chengyi took a book of practice questions and started to do it. Although he is a genius, this is reality after all, and there is no day that can he stay in the god position forever without listening to lectures, writing homework, or doing exercises.

That kind of person, but it really only exists in novels.

Chengyi glanced at the time when he was about to go to bed, eleven o'clock, not too late.

That night, he had a strange dream.

The strangest part was that he didn't remember the content of the dream, but he did remember the feeling, the instinctive fear.

Because he had also experienced this feeling, the night Yang Xin wanted to possess him, that feeling was called ......

Dying.

But the dream felt more like death to him.

Chengyi was awakened when he woke up, short of breath, covered in cold sweat, he felt that his heart had stagnated the moment he woke up, and then it beat violently, and he could clearly feel every beat of his heart.

He lowered his head, the sweat on his forehead running down the bridge of his nose, and finally dripping onto the quilt, making a small, low "thud" that smeared a small stain of water.

His mind went blank, and he couldn't remember why he was so scared, but the strong feeling made him subconsciously grasp the quilt and hold on to it, because only then could he feel that he was still alive.

I don't know how long it took for Cheng Yi to slowly exhale a long breath, and when he released the quilt with his hand, his fingertips were numb, and he was stiff and white due to the lack of blood flow for a long time.

Chengyi glanced at the time, it was past four o'clock in the morning, and he was completely sleepy.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, got out of bed and took a hot bath.

The temperature in April was just right, warm and comfortable, even in the early hours of the morning, it was not very cold, but when Chengyi came out after washing, he shivered, and he had goosebumps all over his body.

He is a person who exercises regularly, his physical fitness is very good, he is not afraid of the cold, and it stands to reason that he will not be cold even if he comes out of the bathroom after taking a shower, let alone a hot bath.

Chengyi suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look out the window. Before dawn, there were still a few lights lit on the opposite building, and there were already shops on the street busily preparing for the new day's business.

No spirits were seen.

Maybe he was suspicious, Chengyi thought.

When Dustlord sent him back, he told him that if he was in danger in the near future, Dustlord would come in time, after all, he hadn't opened his yin and yang eyes yet, and he couldn't practice spells. However, when he enters the stage of collecting spirits and has a certain ability to protect himself, he will have to face these by himself, unless he encounters some particularly resentful spirits, otherwise the Lord of Dust will not interfere.

And now that the dust lord has not appeared, it means that Chengyi is not in danger.

Chengyi patted his cheek, changed his clothes, and saw that the time was only half past four, and his mother hadn't gotten up yet, so he opened a book to read.

After a long time, the book in front of me only turned one page.

As he looked at it, the words in front of him blurred and twisted into a blank space. It's not that he doesn't want to read it, it's that his mind always flies to that dream, and he can't calm down and read the book.

Chengyi sighed, closed the book and put it back on the shelf, opened the window and took a deep breath.

The mother also woke up and is now cooking in the kitchen.

"Xiao Tsubasa, why did you get up so early today?"

"It's okay Mom, I just can't sleep, maybe I went to bed early yesterday. ”

"Then you can't be sleepy during the day, it's still early to go to school, you go to make up for sleep, and your mother will call you when you eat." ”

"Good. ”

Chengyi said that he was going to catch up on sleep, but in fact he couldn't sleep at all, and his spirit was even better than getting up late.

So he just closed his eyes and adjusted his state by the way, he didn't want to be distracted during class.

After breakfast, Chengyi went to school to study early.

In the interrogation room, a teenager was sitting calmly in the interrogation chair at this time. He wore a black shirt that had become baggy over time, and jeans that had been washed white. His skin is very white, his body is very thin, and his facial features are ordinary on their own, but they are unexpectedly good-looking when combined.

This person is Yang Yu.

There is a word called "phase is born from the heart", but Yang Yu's face does not give people the feeling of evil, but more like a rebellious teenager in high school.

"Your sister is missing, you know?"

Among the two policemen opposite, a man and a woman, the male policeman with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and a heroic and righteous body opened his mouth. He speaks slowly, his voice is not loud but can be heard clearly, and his voice seems to be full of righteousness, giving people a feeling of stability like a mountain.

The male policeman looked at Yang Yu's eyes, his eyes were obviously not shocked, and even his face was very young, and he looked only a few years older than Yang Yu, but Yang Yu was stunned by it. He seemed to feel that this was contrary to his calm appearance, so he looked away and touched his neck irritably.

"I know, I killed. His tone was like that of a high school student who had made a mistake reluctantly admitting his mistake to the head teacher, but with a little indifferent determination.

The male policeman didn't expect Yang Yu to admit it so quickly, he was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Why did you kill your own sister?"

"You should be able to find out that I'm a good gambler, right? I owe so many gambling debts outside, and she won't give me the money I borrowed from her, so what can I use to pay off my debts? I can only use her to pay off my debts. ”

"So you gave her to the debt collectors?"

"yes, what else can I do? I can't let them kill me, right?" Yang Yu turned his head with a smile, but when he met the male policeman's eyes, he still looked away unnaturally.

"You were afraid that she would call the police, so you killed her. ”

"That's right, that woman said she was going to call the police to arrest me, so I killed her, do you want to know where the body is?" Yang Yu smiled even more happily, even a little nervous.

"Why do you want to admit it? If you wanted to turn yourself in, you would have come a long time ago. The male policeman didn't answer the question.

"Do I have a choice?" Yang Yu stopped smiling, he looked into the eyes of the male policeman, "I know that I am not clean, you will find out sooner or later, originally you didn't know about this matter, forget it, but now that you know, do I have a way out?"

"Where is the body?" asked the male policeman, tapping his slender fingers on the table.

"I split her body," Yang Yu looked down at the threads on his clothes, "the limbs and head were cut off, the upper body was cut off at the waist, and each arm and leg were cut in half along the joints." I packed her body in a big black bag, tied a big stone to it and threw it into the river so that it wouldn't float up. ”

"Do you know what happens if you do that?"

"Officer, I'm a bastard, bastard just needs to be happy when he does, why do you need to think about it so much?"

After the interrogation ended unusually well, Yang Yu was taken away and only waited for the final trial of the court.

"Yuan Chenyu, don't you think his attitude is very strange?" After coming out of the interrogation room, the female policeman asked Yuan Chenyu.

"Generally speaking, you won't take the initiative to admit it, and even if you turn yourself in, you should come by yourself not long after killing someone......

"It's just that it's strange here, and Yang Yu looks quite thin, how did he manage to divide the corpse?"

Yuan Chenyu muttered two words, but his voice was very soft, and the policewoman didn't hear it clearly, and he didn't explain.

After school, when he walked to the road that day, Chengyi's heart trembled.

He subconsciously looked at the place where the evil spirit had appeared, there was no red shadow, there were pedestrians on the road, the orange light shone on the ground and people, there was a warm feeling, and even the moon seemed cute and cute.

Cheng Yi breathed a sigh of relief and walked forward.

Suddenly, a red figure floated in front of his eyes, and Cheng Yi was startled, but before he had time to think about it, his mind felt like it had exploded, and those memories that didn't belong to him rushed in.

It wasn't painful, but it was messy, and those memories were running around in Chengyi's mind, and finally it seemed that they were all squeezed in, and they slowly quieted down.

Death.

Chengyi felt that feeling again, he leaned against the pole of the streetlamp, his heart beating violently, and Chengyi had no time to care, he only thought about the memories that those robbers had taken over his mind now.

That was, his dream this morning.

In the dream, it was by the river of Liuqi, it was still dark, and a black figure dragged a big black bag behind him, and he tied a large stone to the bag and pushed it into the river.

And Chengyi seems to be a beggar in his dream, and his consciousness is stored in this beggar, but he can't manipulate this body.

The black figure walked away, and the beggar walked over - he wanted to see what it was.

As soon as he walked to the river, he suddenly felt a dull pain in the back of his head, and he wanted to turn around and resist, but the other party's movements were fast, and as soon as he turned around, the stone in the other party's hand had already smashed into his head again.

The last thing he saw was a pair of ruthless eyes, the kind of ruthlessness, deep into the bottom of the eyes, which made people instinctively frightened.

Chengyi froze in place for a long time, until the phone rang and woke him up.

It's Xia Qi.

"Hey, Chengyi, you're out of school, aren't you? Xia Qi's tone was a little heavy.

"Sister Xin......" Chengyi realized that his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, he cleared his throat, "What's wrong?"

Yang Xin...... He's dead. ”