Chapter 12: The Omen

At the same time, in the Internet café...

The five roommates sitting in a row are enthusiastic about the same game, and they are skilled at tackling a boss in the dungeon at this time. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info everyone has a clear division of labor, and the top boss who is definitely not low in challenge difficulty has been cut by nearly half of his blood.

"Pay attention to your own HP, don't let the boss kill you in seconds."

Zhao Shuang's voice, the pair of headphones he was wearing, made his words a little insignificant, roaring, even if the other roommates around him were wearing headphones, they could hear it clearly.

"You'll have to tell the pastor about this!"

Zhou Meng also roared.

Among the five people, the priest who was furthest away from the boss and kept throwing the aura of healing, the operator was none other than Wang Yueming, an introvert who didn't say a word. It seemed that in order to reply to Zhou Meng, he replied softly, "Hmm! ”

The boss's blood volume continued to decrease, and the continuous sadness made him roar, but the cooperation of the five people was indeed perfect, even if he was circling around the map and the damage was extremely high, he had nothing to do with this group.

After the continuous exhaustion, in the last flash, the last blood of the boss was finally ground dry. Zhao Shuang took off the earphones on his ears rarely, stretched out his hand and stretched lazily.

Liang Lu next to him crossed his legs, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I finally have the kung fu to light a cigarette!"

After speaking, he also unceremoniously took out a pack of cigarette cases, took out one and lit it and smoked it. A faint wisp of smoke wafted out, as if it also took away a lot of Liang Lu's exhaustion.

Wang Yueming lay on his back on the seat and breathed a sigh of relief. A good line of sight allows him to see the screen not far away, even from a distance. Squinting his eyes, he found the numbers in the lower right corner, it was already past eleven o'clock at this time, and the four big mathematical characters were frozen on the screen, which also allowed Wang Yueming to know the current time.

"It's not too early, I think let's go eat first!"

He withdrew his gaze, and then looked at the people around him, who didn't like to talk very much, but at this time he made a rare proposal. Because he was sitting in the innermost part, he was able to see the other four people completely.

Zhou Meng also nodded with a smile, he took off his headphones, put them on the table, and said, "Okay!"

Then, he checked out the computer again. After that, the other four people also completed the checkout, and the group of five people walked out of the Internet café in a grand way.

The sun burst into their eyes near noon, Zhao Shuang raised his hands to block out the sun, and then found a direction and walked towards that side. Among the six, Zhao Shuang, the eldest, has obviously become the boss recognized by everyone.

Groping for shade along the way, they slowly chatted and walked towards the restaurant they frequented most. However, when they passed by the gate of the dormitory building, Fang Ming happened to walk out.

"Hey, Xiao Ming, you're going to eat too!"

Zhou Meng beckoned his hand from afar and shouted.

Fang Ming stopped and looked for prestige. Zhao Shuangwu and the five people had already walked in front of him.

"You don't look very good!"

This was Zhao Shuang's voice, and after walking in, his first sentence was to look at Fang Ming with a little deep depth. The slightly concerned tone made Fang Ming's heart still warm. But he still said a little heartlessly.

"Whoever told you early in the morning will leave me alone in the dormitory."

"That's not because you're like a dead pig, why can't you wake up and sleep."

Jiang Cai raised his mouth slightly, and he looked like he was underwhelming. Fang Ming didn't pay attention to him, just changed the topic and said.

"Let's go eat too!"

Zhao Shuang and the others nodded.

"Then let's go and eat together first."

Fang Ming smiled slightly, and then said as if proposing. The others looked at each other again, and then they all nodded approvingly.

Everyone set off again, but none of them noticed that Fang Ming's buried head was really very deep. Hand, always in his trouser pocket, Fang Ming touched the piece of paper, not knowing what else to do.

Knock knock!

The sound of footsteps gradually flowed past him, and at this time, Fang Ming finally raised his head, and the last roommate in front of him had already surpassed him. At this point, he didn't want his roommates to know about the strange things he had encountered, so he forced a smile and squeezed the depth of his face out of his cheeks, and then followed. However, Fang Ming's mind was always on that piece of paper.

By now, he had even memorized the few sentences on the paper. It stands to reason that Fang Ming should have thrown away this weird thing as soon as possible, but Fang Ming has never been able to really make it, so until now, he will still talk about the paper in his hand.

After eating with the other five, the six went back to the dormitory together. In the afternoon, they didn't decide to go back to the Internet café to polish their time, because they also had to think about living expenses in the future.

As soon as I returned to the dormitory, it was already past twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Except for Wang Yueming, who slept on his back on his back as soon as he came back, everyone else was busy with their work.

Zhou Meng still read the novel as always, while Zhao Shuang went outside the balcony to wash his hair. As for Jiang Cai, he chatted with Liang Lu together. As Zhou Meng, who is from the same high school as Jiang Cai, he completely ignored Jiang Cai because of his infatuation with novels. As for Fang Ming, he naturally leaned on the head of the bed and played with his mobile phone. It's just that his slightly weak fingers make him even feel that playing with his mobile phone is a physical task.

Ay!

A deep sigh of turbid breath came out of his mouth, and in the end, Fang Ming even directly stunned.

All around, everything was going on in an orderly manner, and Fang Ming always had a very bad premonition in his heart. The other roommates who had been playing games all morning had successively laid down to take a nap, and even Zhou Meng had to put away his mobile phone, the only thing that remained the same from beginning to end was perhaps only Fang Ming, who had been leaning on the bed in a daze.

Coming to the balcony outside, Fang Ming looked out against the sunlight that was a little eye-catching. I looked at my phone, and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon or two o'clock in the afternoon.

On campus, under the bursting sun, no one dared to go for a walk in the fire-like sun. The intense light made the earth very dazzling. Retracting his gaze, Fang Ming went to the toilet before returning to the bedroom and taking a nap.

At this time, Fang Ming always had a premonition in his heart, as if something was about to happen. But in the end, he just dismissed this feeling as an illusion. Then he fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn't until a long, long time later, that Fang Ming, who woke up, was told by Zhao Shuang that he had to pay attention to his premonition.

After a peaceful day, in a pond in the school, a male corpse was found "again"!