He touched his pocket, even if he was holding his mobile phone, it didn't hinder the speed of running at the moment.

At the moment when the phone was just opened, the fire was accompanied by an out-of-control exclamation, which came from the other end of the earpiece: "We can't look at her!" She's coming out of the dormitory! We stopped, you don't know how scary she is, that eyes ...... The eyes are all white, and they bite us like crazy! ”

Jiang Futing's breath tightened, and he immediately asked, "Where is she now?" ”

Gao Xue's roommate should be so frightened that he can't speak clearly, and his teeth seem to be in a fierce battle: "I...... I don't know, I just glanced at the balcony, and she seemed to have gotten into the passing garden, and she was gone. ”

"I see, you guys have a good rest and don't think too much." After Jiang Futing finished explaining, he hung up the phone.

Then there was a sudden turn, and the tip of the shoe rubbed against the ground, making a short, shrill sound.

When he got off the bridge, he turned the corner and went in the other direction.

The garden in the school is not small, covering an area similar to the small park outside, with countless paths intersecting and leading in all directions.

Each trail is lined with evergreen bushes that look lush and well-kept.

As soon as he entered the garden, Jiang Futing's pace slowed down, the surrounding scenery was too dense, even if the leaves on the branches had already fallen, the criss-crossing branches would greatly affect the line of sight.

If you're not careful, it's easy to miss something.

He followed the direction of the women's dormitory, chose a few small paths that might be relatively large, and focused on carefully searching.

And just when he had finished walking those roads for the first time and was about to repeat the trip, under the branches dozens of meters away, suddenly a black shadow was faintly shaking.

He suddenly became alert, highly focused his attention, and his footsteps flashed smoothly into the bushes on the side, observing the movement of the dark shadow with bated breath.

The shadow moves very slowly, and its limbs seem to be stiff and uncoordinated, as if it were just a robot or zombie in human skin.

But the shadow was indeed moving at such a slow pace.

As the other party slowly approached, Jiang Futing pressed his head very low, through the gaps in the bushes and branches and leaves, catching the movement outside.

"Click! Click! ”

With each step of the shadow, it was as if he was beating a drum made of human skin, sonorous and powerful, and the muffled echo sent chills down the spine.

Jiang Futing used the guiding light embedded in the land on the side of the road to see the face of the oncoming shadow very easily.

It's high snow!

It's just that she seems to have no consciousness of her own at all, and under the condition that her mind is controlled by others, she is confused, and she is aimlessly following the instructions of others.

The floor lamp radiated a faint warm yellow from the ground, from the bottom up, casting it on Gao Xue's pale face.

Jiang Futing saw the pair of eyes that her roommate said were only whites.

He was buried in the bush like a stone sculpture, and his heart, which was originally highly tense, calmed down in Gao Xue's slow and strange walking.

Another thought came to me from the depths of my heart.

If you step forward to stop it now, you can break her controlled state, but it will definitely startle the snake again and provoke the other party.

It's better to follow behind secretly, since Lu Changku's control over her is definitely not as simple as simple control.

For example, robbers kidnap for money, and murderers kill out of revenge or to satisfy their own perverted psychology.

Then Lu Changku's exhaustion of all means to get these people away must be more or less to achieve some purpose in terms of psychological or physical needs.

So far, even the fundamental motive of Lu Changku's and Lu Changrong's crime has not been clarified.

Maybe following Gao Xue can really find a different place or purpose.

A narrow light shot into his eyes, and the moment it went out, Gao Xue disappeared at the end of this path.

He lifted his strength, pressed his steps, and followed closely without hesitation.

This one, just outside the school, Gao Xue kept his head down, the weather was already relatively cold, even if he curled up his whole body, no one would feel strange.

Her long waterfall-like hair hung down to the sides, and her pigeon-egg face seemed to be hung with an impenetrable black curtain, making it impossible to identify who it was.

Jiang Futing perfectly interprets the highest level of stealing chickens and dogs, and when he goes out of the school gate for fear of being detected heresy, he stands not far from the school gate with his mobile phone, as if he is waiting for someone in a serious way.

After Gao Xue turned into the intersection, he pretended to hold his mobile phone and followed.

Gao Xue didn't have her own consciousness, as long as she didn't follow too much, she wouldn't understand what it was like to be followed.

Jiang Futing just restrained his aura very well, pretending to be an ordinary person and walking on the street.

The two of them turned a few streets one after the other, crossed a few streets, and was the closest art gallery to the school.

But Gao Xue did not stop at the gate, but followed the fence on the side of the road and went around to the back door.

When Jiang Futing passed by the main entrance of the exhibition hall, he noticed the name of the exhibition hall, which happened to be the place where the puppet society would set up an exhibition three days later.

His heart suddenly burst, and he subconsciously affirmed that as long as there was no accident, Lu Changkut must be here.

The exhibition hall is very large, and the main building in the middle occupies half of the entire site, and the roof is a small arc oval, which looks like an enlarged version of a mushroom.

Walk to the end of the fence and turn a corner, dividing two paths, one leading to the parking lot below and the other leading to the back door.

The path that clings to the building is the direction that leads to the back door.

Jiang Futing had deliberately widened the distance between the two, turning into the path, there was no longer Gao Xue's back, leaving only a narrow black shadow at the end, sticking to the ground, like an insect, slowly wriggling and disappearing.

He sped up a little without hesitation, and walked into the corner together.

There is a row of small doors at the back of the exhibition hall that lead to different designated floors and offices, and Jiang Futing chose the first one without hesitation.

The door frame seems to be closed, but Gao Xue has obviously lost his original sense of detail, and the door is only a formal cover.

If you walk in a little, you can see that the lock is just against the edge of the door frame, and it is not forced to close in.

Jiang Futing pulled out very easily, and without even stirring up any unusual movement, the door opened.

There are no sensor lights and emergency lights in the staff passage, and the narrow space is pitch black, like the bottom of a well that cannot see the light.

In this kind of space where he can't see his fingers, Jiang Futing can't take out his mobile phone again, even if it is a light source of half a star, it will be as obvious as a lighthouse on a reef.

His own vision was not very affected, and the unique sound of footsteps spread from the upper floor, guiding him to specific directions.

Jiang Futing carefully covered the door, unconsciously bowed, made a gesture that was convenient for the Jedi to fight back at all times, and walked up with his hands and feet tied.

But before he could finish the first floor, another cold ghostly aura flew towards this side from a distance, like a gust of wind through the wall, and slammed from the back to the back of his head.

Jiang Futing paused, turned quickly, and saw a pale face, dripping with bloody liquid, hanging upside down behind him.

It was also the moment he saw that face clearly, he dispelled the idea of Lu Changkut and Lu Changrong setting a trap for himself.

At the same time, the bloody male ghost opened his mouth, and then his face seemed to crack, grinning all the way to the base of his ears, revealing the white bones and distinct muscle tissue inside his cheeks.

Jiang Futing looked at the mouth, as if he could feel a stench that was vague.

He was afraid of making a fuss, but he didn't understand the purpose of this evil ghost who suddenly targeted him.

just stepped back in vain, dodged sideways, and turned his coercion like unscrewing a faucet and leaking a few drops.

However, just a few drops are enough to deal with this kind of lonely ghost who is not on the stage.

His expression cooled down little by little, and the breath of dead silence slowly overflowed from between his cold eyebrows like a shallow cloud, and a few traces of gray mist swirled around his dark pupils.

The male ghost didn't have time to bite down on the big mouth that had just opened to the extreme, and just happened to face Jiang Futing, who was lightly dodging, and turned his head back.

The white face in the darkness exuded a chilling aura, which was even more terrifying than a ghost.

Immediately after, the crushing from the soul pressed down on him like a torrent.

The male ghost's eyes widened in disbelief, and his bloodshot eyes almost protruded.

Jiang Futing looked at it with a blank face, as if he was just looking at an insignificant ant, and then took two steps back with light feet.

The coercion on the male ghost did not decrease because of his retreat, but with his more indifferent eyes, it smashed directly on the male ghost's soul like a mountain.

The male ghost was deflated, he couldn't bear it at all, and he fell to the ground like a feather, and he couldn't even lift up a little strength.

It moved its fingers with difficulty, trying its best to raise its head, but it was stopped by an irresistible force.

Even the fear and panic of the person in front of him are instinctive, emanating from the bones.

For the first time in its history, it felt like its soul was sinking like a thousand pounds of iron.

Jiang Futing looked indifferently at its indifference, unable to struggle any longer, deliberately shaking the toes of his shoes in front of its eyes.

The male ghost is also a backbone, still struggling and resisting with forces that can't be shaken at all.

It threw all of its energy into its hands, from the initial inability to move, to the clumsy and stiff movement of a few fingers, and then to a little clenching of fists.

It used up almost all of its strength.

Jiang Futing was surprised by its persistence, and squatted down on the stairs with condescension, stretched out a hand, twisted its face, and forced it to look up.

The ghost spirit of the male ghost was almost consumed by this futile struggle, and there was no extra strength to support his form before death, but instead showed a slightly delicate face.

Jiang Futing was thinking just now, what kind of ghost was it, so he didn't have long eyes to hit him.

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