"Senior...... What do you mean. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Lu Bingzang was dripping with cold sweat.

Qin Xin said: "It's not a secret, senior, I'm very interested in the toilet boy, can I ask you to lure it out?" He turned the bamboo sword in his hand, "You don't need to do anything special, just keep it in your current state, of course, if you can pull it again, maybe the probability of the appearance of the toilet boy will be higher, and you can get rid of it early, do you want to try?" ”

Lu Bingzang looked at the sky speechlessly, senior, you didn't give me a chance to choose, there was another stiffness and pain in his legs, and his body almost fell crooked.

"Leg pain?"

"It's terrible, senior, or you let me ...... first"

"How's your arm strength?" Qin Xin asked suddenly.

"It's okay, I'm a third-order butterfly."

"Hold the bamboo sword with both hands."

"Huh? All right. Although he didn't understand what this senior wanted to do, Lu Bingzang still obediently obeyed, he put a tissue on the tip of the unexpectedly sharp bamboo sword, and clenched the sword with two free hands.

A strong force came from the sword, and Lu Bingzang was surprised to find that he was holding the bamboo sword and was lifted! The weight shifted to the sword, and his legs hung in the air, although they were still sore and numb, but the pain was reduced a lot.

Qin Xin, who was holding the sword with one hand with a relaxed face, said, "Let's do this first." ”

The two of them were silent, and after three or four minutes, Lu Bingzang, who was hanging on the bamboo sword like a monkey, swallowed his saliva and said, "Senior ......"

"Shut up, I don't want to talk to a man with a bare ass."

"It's because of my seniors that I'm like this!"

"I don't mind if you put your pants on."

“……”

After another three or four minutes, Lu Bingzang squeezed out words with a dry throat: "Senior, I don't think the toilet boy will appear, it's better to ......"

Qin Xin's expression was serious:

"Don't give up until the last minute. Qin Xin. November 15, 72 year of the butterfly calendar. ”

What kind of celebrity quote are you! Who wants to stay in the toilet until the last minute!

Lu Bingzang hung on the bamboo sword excitedly and shook for a while, and it took him a while to calm down and say:

"Senior, in fact, you are not sure that the toilet boy will definitely appear."

Qin Xin touched his chin and said, "I have analyzed the characteristics of the victims of the toilet boy attack, after eight o'clock in the evening, in the men's bathroom on the third floor of the main building of the Department of Forestry, with a tissue. Now that all three are available, it's strange what else is missing. ”

Lu Bingzang said: "Monsters can't be inferred according to common sense, I was attacked inexplicably when I took out the paper to wipe it twice, and there was no law at all." Senior, or forget it today. ”

Qin Xin listened to his words and pondered for a while, then said, "Okay." ”

He put down the hanging Lu Bingzang, took back the bamboo sword, and let Lu Bingzang take off the paper towel on the sword.

Lu Bingzang took the tissue, observed Qin Xin's expression, and found that he still had no intention of repenting, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he reached back with a tissue, about to wipe off the gold under the man's chrysanthemum, a sudden change occurred!

In the shadow of the ceiling of the bathroom, an extraordinarily black shadow rushed out, appearing like a ghost in the self-study classroom, the high school head teacher who confiscated the students' mobile phones, and quickly snatched the hard-won paper from Lu Bingzang's hand!

A volleyball-sized green hairball with fluorescent fluorescence floated in the air, and in the center of the hairball, the white eyeballs were turning left and right, and the paper taken from Lu Bingzang's hand was stuck behind the green hairball, and it was being absorbed into the body of the green hairball at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Toilet boy!"

This is Lu Bingzang's sorrowful cry.

Click, click! Click! Syllable! Rumble!

This was the sound caused by Qin Xin's swing of his sword.

The bamboo sword swept violently, directly smashing and smashing the obstructive single partition board, and the upper half flew out and fell on the floor, and the green hairball toilet boy who had not yet flown away in the single room was cut in half.

No, there was no slashing sensation on Qin Xin's sword, it was the green hairball that split in half at the moment when it was about to be slashed!

The toilet boy split in half spun in the air and turned into two green furballs, which were exactly the same except that they were twice as small in size, and even the white eyeballs in the center were exactly the same.

The green fluorescence flickered on and off, and the toilet boy's two eyeballs rolled around, as if thinking.

Before Qin Xin, who was also thinking about it, could figure out how to deal with the opponent whose slash was ineffective, it made a decision, and the two green hairballs rose to the ceiling and flew side by side in the air, and it didn't take long for them to merge into one hairball again.

This time, instead of disappearing in the shadows of the corner of the ceiling, it was suspended quietly, most of the white eyeballs, which only had a black dot in the center, moved freely on the green surface, sinking and floating, and the paper sticking to its back was completely absorbed, and there was not a single scum left.

Seeing that the toilet boy had no intention of escaping elsewhere, Qin Xin put aside Lu Bingzang, who was close to collapse, and walked out of the destroyed single room, and looked up carefully.

The real appearance of the toilet boy is roughly the same as the image drawn by Lu Bingzang in the post, a green rough fur ball that is not very round, if there is anything different, it is that the painting style is different.

Wait, the style of painting?

Qin Xin looked at the toilet boy's windless and automatic thick green soft fur and the outline that seemed to be sketched casually with a thick brush.

"The graphics are rough and casual, and the colors are exaggerated and vivid, like concise lines that can't contain overly strong colors and make something gush out...... This style of painting is a little familiar. Qin Xin said to himself, turned around and knocked the stunned Lu Bingzang's shoulder with his sword.

"Hey, boy, I have something for you."

Seeing that Lu Bingzang came to his senses, Qin Xincai said, "Before you were attacked, did you hear the strange talk of the toilet boy?" ”

Lu Bingzang thought for a while: "I've heard it, I remember someone told me that the name of the toilet boy was also told to me by others." Senior...... Do you still have paper? ”

"Don't worry about the paper first, look at the top, is there any difference between the toilet boy this time and the last time you met?"

"Uh...... This time it seems to be more illusory, and a little more vibrant, like something alive. Last time, the one was more dull, its eyes wouldn't move, and it was more like a stuffed animal. Lu Bingzang recalled, "Senior, is this a butterfly disaster?" ”

Qin Xin said: "This time, it is difficult to say last time. Imagine who was the first person to tell you about the toilet boy's weird talk? ”

Lu Bingzang frowned and thought about it.

After a while, Lu Bingzang slapped his palm: "I remembered!" It's that weirdo!

I came out of the lab that day to blow the wind, met the man in the hallway, and suddenly told me the story of the toilet boy. That night I was attacked by the toilet boy! The man had strange hair, a lot of stud earrings, and a tattoo on the neckline. ”

"Dark green tattoos." Qin Xin added.

"Yes!"

Sure enough, Qin said confidently.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a person's number.

"Yan Lan?" After dialing, Qin Xin said.

"Well, it's me, what's the matter?" The brisk voice of Goddess Yan came from the other end of the phone, and it seemed that she was in a good mood.

Qin Xinzhujian drew a circle on the ground: "Can you help me ask Yi Che something, ask him if he knows the strange talk of the boy in the men's bathroom on the third floor of the main building of the Forestry Department." ”

"You go and ask him yourself, why are you looking for me." Yan Lan seemed a little reluctant.

Qin Xinyang begged: "He has a grudge against me since I called the police to arrest him last time, and now he will definitely not even answer my phone, besides, Yi Che only knows everything to you, please, please." ”

"Okay, just this once, I'll ask him for you." Yan Lan seemed to be reluctant to agree, and then hung up the phone quickly.

Qin Xin sighed secretly, sister, you are about to laugh out loud in your heart.

A few minutes later, a mobile phone email from Yan Lan named "Graduation Design Record No. 5" was sent.