"Was that you? Are you a human or a ghost? ”

Kong Zhe swept the girl's face with wide eyes, and suddenly felt that the girl's flower-like smile was very hideous, as if there was blood about to flow down.

Kong Zhe's first thought was to run and get out of this damn studio as soon as possible.

I was still making fun of Liu Huai just now, I really wanted to see blood, and I was more cowardly than anyone else.

Now that it's your turn, it's no longer a matter of coercing anyone else, but running faster than anyone else.

It's a pity, can you run now? Even if he can run, whether he can escape is a question, because he and the girl in white behind him are two species after all.

"What, scared?" The girl was still the sweet voice of a ghost.

Kong Zhe was pondering how to rush out of this unlucky studio, his mind wandered, and his answer was a little dull, "...... the hell you"

There was a slight tremor in his voice. Kong Zhe hated himself a little for not being angry, a dignified man, and he became a little bean worm in front of a girl. It's not a girl, it's a female ghost, and there really are ghosts in this world.

The girl suddenly raised her eyebrows and smiled with a peach blossom on her face, although the smile was very charming. But Kong Zhe felt that a strong cold snap was coming towards him mercilessly.

The girl didn't care about Kong Zhe's expression, and stamped back and forth in the center of the studio of less than 30 square meters, which was extremely leisurely and threatening.

She said suddenly:

"I am a graduate student in the music department, I enrolled in September, music and art belong to the category of art, but I liked painting at first, but then I was found to be color blind, so I had to change to vocal music, flowery soprano, people who know me say that my voice is ethereal." The girl smiled at Kong Zhe again.

As if she felt that boasting was a very embarrassing thing, the girl sighed deeply and walked towards the door.

The girl's actions made Kong Zhe's heart beat wildly, and she was finally leaving.

Kong Zhe also followed towards the door, and as soon as the girl opened the door and went out, he immediately closed the door without the slightest hesitation.

But when the girl reached the door, she turned around, her hands behind her back, and her whole body leaning against the wooden door, a move that disappointed Kong Zhe.

"You're not leaving? My painting is in a hurry, or you might as well go! Kong Zhe had the idea of giving it a try, but he didn't have any hope of success, but just asked, what if she left?

Perhaps Kong Zhe's eviction order hurt the girl's self-esteem, and she lowered her head, like a little girl who had been greatly wronged, and did not say a word.

Kong Zhe silently thought in his heart: She is pretending, everything is fake, and she would rather believe in a man's mouth than believe in you, a ghost.

The girl suddenly raised her head, as if she had made up her mind. Kong Zhe thought that she was leaving.

But Kong Zhe found that he was thinking too much, and she left the wooden door that she had locked and walked towards him.

Kong Zhe took a step back, and then stopped retreating. Surrendering to the ghost is death, and what if you win?

The girl in white didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, and had already arrived in front of Kong Zhe. Kong Zhe felt uncomfortable and wanted to smoke. So he put his hand in his pocket and touched it for a long time, only to remember that the cigarette case of the Yellow Crane Tower had been thrown into the trash by him into a paper pillar, and he had just thrown it in with his anger towards Qu Hang.

Kong Zhe looked at the cigarette butt that had just fallen to the ground, bent down and picked up the half of the cigarette, fortunately, the lighter was still in his pocket, and he lit the cigarette several times with his uncompetitive hand.

Kong Zhe took a deep breath, the red dot of the cigarette butt lit up instantly, and the wisp of blue smoke did not slowly ascend to the sky as before, but was gently blown away by the girl in white.

The girl in white put her hand on Kong Zhe's shoulder, but her face looked down.

Kong Zhe looked at his feet, and it turned out that the girl's feet were fifty centimeters off the floor. My heart was about to beat.

The girl continued to blow, Kong Zhe didn't dare to look at her, so he turned his head to look at the lady. The lady with her face restored was still melancholy, but just now the lady's terrifying face appeared in front of her again, and the girl's light tone was full of salty taste.

It was the smell of blood, and Kong Zhe was so disgusted that he almost swallowed the cigarette butt.

People are afraid of ghosts, what are ghosts afraid of, wicked people.

Since you can't be a gentleman, and a hypocrite can't be a hypocrite, you can be a wicked person, and the ghost is afraid of the wicked.

"By the way, my name is Yin Han, isn't the name very good." The girl in white continued to blow in Kong Zhe's ear, and said faintly, "I came to you just to make you my boyfriend and draw me more pictures of ladies, what's your name?" I've been observing you for three days, and the ecstatic sound of the bed can't move you, it seems that you must be sitting still, I like a decent gentleman like you the most. ”

"But I don't like ghosts." Kong Zhe used his greatest strength to push the girl in white, the strength was too great, and he almost fell, this is a battle of life and death.

The girl in white hit her head on the plastic square stool, and half of the skin on her face was torn apart by the corner of the square stool, revealing her purple-black muscles again, and the white worms seemed to be much more than just now, crawling densely.

Kong Zhe quickly ran towards the door, and was about to open the door, when the silver pen flew over with a "whoosh", and suddenly nailed it to the wooden door, sinking into it an inch deep.

Kong Zhe's scalp and back were covered with cold sweat.

Looking at the hair of the silver pen that was still shaking, Kong Zhe stood there.

Behind him came the girl's laughter, which was full of the sensuality of the victor.

Did you fail? Kong Zhe turned around slowly, and saw that the girl in white had regained her beautiful appearance, and she was sitting in that square board at the moment, crossing Erlang's legs, reaching out and pulling the skirt downward, covering her knees, for fear that the spring light would leak out.

Then her right hand reached for the wooden door, and the silver pen flew back into her hand with a "whoosh".

The girl in white fiddled with the silver pen with a smile, looking very leisurely, as if she had completely ignored Kong Zhe's existence.

Kong Zhe slowly picked up Teacher Sun's pull stick from the side of the easel and smashed it towards Yin Han's head.

Yin Han, who was still laughing, was knocked to the ground hard, and her head was even more ugly than the original shape that had been revealed just now.

Looking at Yin Han who fell to the ground, the corner of Kong Zhe's left mouth rose, "Hmph, let you know that I am a wicked person." ”

It was a good feeling of complacency, but the silver pen suddenly flew over. I don't know where it was just now, the speed was so fast, Kong Zhe didn't have time to dodge, and the silver pen penetrated his abdomen at once. A chill runs throughout, and it's really chilling.

The silver pen that burst out of the belly was nailed heavily to the wooden door, and the hairs were still shaking violently.

Kong Zhe looked down at the hole in his stomach, but there was no blood coming out, and it didn't hurt. But he felt that his eyes were getting more and more sleepy, and he couldn't open them anymore, and finally, Kong Zhe fell heavily to the ground.

Yin Han got up from the ground, picked up Kong Zhe's broken skull, put it together piece by piece, and returned to its pretty appearance. Finally, he bowed his head and said to Kong Zhe, who was unconscious: "This matter is not over yet. ”

After Yin Han went out, he flew away in the direction of the moon.

Behind him, he left the door open, and Kong Zhe lying on the ground. In the dim light, a teardrop fell from the corner of the lady's eye.