"Idiot get up—"

"Idiot get up—"

"Idiot get up—"

An incomparably stupid cry finally pulled Zeng Jingheng out of that terrible nightmare that seemed to never wake up.

For the first time, he felt that setting such a stupid bed bell was a very wise decision.

Turning off the noisy alarm clock, he calmed down a little, but found that his whole body was sore, he couldn't exert any strength, and his whole body was even more sticky, very uncomfortable.

Last night, I must have been sweating a lot.

Remembering that terrible nightmare last night.

Zeng Jingheng couldn't help but be afraid for a while, he even resisted tonight's sleep a little.

Glancing at the alarm clock, it was not yet seven o'clock, and it should still be too late to take a shower and go to school.

Dragging his tired body, he slowly came to the toilet, first glancing at himself in front of the mirror.

What the hell is this, Nima?

Dark circles can already be directly cosmoky makeup.

It's really declining.

Turning on the shower head, he still couldn't help but look at his stomach again as he undressed.

There is still no change, it's normal, normal can't be normal anymore.

Is it a psychological effect?

I guess it's psychological.

Reassuring himself in this way, he dried himself off, put on his clothes and went out.

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Zeng Jingheng's school is a fairly first-class high school in the city, and it is not too far from his home.

It's about 10 minutes by bus.

There was no surprise and I got on the bus on time.

Zeng Jingheng stepped on the dot before the bell rang and walked into the gate of the school.

Breathing in the familiar air of the school, the haze from yesterday evening to this morning has finally eased a little.

Carefully avoiding the teachers who were patrolling and the student union cadres who were in the way, Zeng Jingheng sneaked into the eighth class of the third year of high school with a treacherous pace.

As soon as I entered the classroom, I had just put down my school bag and had not yet sat down.

His tablemate, that is, his good friend Luo Ji, used a posture to avoid the rain of bullets and forcibly pulled Zeng Jingheng to his seat.

"I'm Nima, Ah Heng, why are you so late today? Don't you know that there are leaders coming to inspect this week, and the director of education is grasping the examples? Before Zeng Jingheng could complain anything, Luo Ji spit out a string of words like a cannonball, and while talking, he also observed whether there were any suspicious characters outside the window like a thief.

"It's okay......" Zeng Jingheng couldn't help but yawn, the terrible nightmare last night still gave him a fatal blow, "I'm already in a hurry." ”

He was so sleepy that he wanted to sleep now, and he thought about having to go to school for another day.

His dead heart is gone.

"My Nima, you dark circles, you went to be a thief last night?" Luo Ji continued to make a fuss.

And Zeng Jingheng just didn't want to speak.

"It's alright, it's ......" he yawned again.

But when I think of that nightmare last night, and that drink from yesterday.

He just didn't know what to say.

"I'll squint for a while, and you help me look at the old class." After he said this, he hid behind the high mountain of books and prepared to sleep.

Although he was also wary of the possibility of nightmares, he really couldn't manage it so much, so sleepy.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, and I seem to hear the voice of the old class in a daze:

"You are already in the final sprint stage of the third year of high school, you must work hard, don't waste your time anymore, especially those who are sleeping, it's time to wake up."

So he woke up.

"Yawn-" Zeng Jingheng let out a long yawn, glanced at Luo Ji with some sleepy eyes, and said, "What time are the classes?" ”

"It's the third class, you are really brave enough, you dare to sleep in the old class, and you sleep three times at a time, hanging."

"It's alright...... General hanging. Zeng Jingheng yawned again and couldn't help but rub his eyes.

No nightmares.

It looks like last night was an accident and should ......

It's thinking too much about yourself.

Thinking of this, he let out another breath.

"Hey, have you heard, there was a homicide in the east of the city last night, and the huge fucking blood is on the list." At this time, the mouse in front suddenly turned around excitedly and said to Zeng Jingheng and Luo Ji.

"How bloody is it, is there a picture?" Zeng Jingheng's heart was put down, and he regained his usual cheerfulness, and when he heard the mouse say so mysteriously, he became interested.

"Coincidentally, there really is, you see." The mouse is also famous for watching the excitement and not being afraid of big things, he must take a group photo in a car accident, and he has to cheer up when people jump off the building.

The most exaggerated time, he encountered a street robbery, and everyone else ran away in fright, only he insisted on filming the whole process with his mobile phone, until the police subdued the gangsters, and he left without exhaustion.

The scoop provided by such a slut is really a good thing to see.

took the mobile phone handed over by the mouse, and Zeng Jingheng saw the picture above.

It's really fucking bloody.

The whole stomach of the person in the picture is cracked, and the large amount of blood that has been dried up is mixed with the intestines, which is really miserable.

I don't know where the rat got such a hot thing.

Fortunately, Zeng Jingheng didn't eat in the morning in order to catch up with class, otherwise he would have been very uncomfortable.

Wait a minute...... Belly?

It was only at this time that Zeng Jingheng reacted, why the stomach?

His face turned white all at once.

"Hey, don't just look at this, there are more chickens in the back, hey, isn't it, Ah Heng, you are so scared that your face is white? It's not like you. As he spoke, he suddenly found that Zeng Jingheng's face was abnormally bad, and even his hand holding the mobile phone was trembling a little, so he let out an exaggerated laugh.

Indeed, Zeng Jingheng can be regarded as a heavy taste, a frequent visitor to the bloody picture bar, and he has long cultivated a strong heart, so even if he looked at bloody things before, he would not react so much.

But this time......

"Do you know why...... Is this a trick? Zeng Jingheng didn't care about the ridicule of the mouse, all his thoughts now were on his stomach.

He always felt that his stomach had a great relationship with the cracked belly in front of him.

"This ...... I don't know, probably the murderer is a **, do you care about this? The rat glanced at Zeng Jingheng a little strangely.

"It's nothing ......" Zeng Jingheng shook his head, lost interest and looked at the picture behind again, returned the phone to the mouse, and involuntarily touched his stomach.

Why is there such a strong sense of crisis?

Finally...... What's going on?

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