In a trance, Ye Jing's eyelids became heavier and heavier, his thoughts gradually became erratic, and he was about to fall asleep, but he was woken up by a sudden sound. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Ye Jing's soul listened attentively, "Snort...... Laugh at...... ......"It looks like someone is scraping the door with their fingernails."

"Who is it?" Ye Jingsoul shouted, and no one responded outside the door. The sound of scraping the door stopped for a while, but it began to "snort" again.

Ye Jingsoul got up from the bed and walked to the door, the sound of scraping the door was close at hand. Ye Jingsoul didn't ask anymore, and directly opened the door, but there was no one on the other side except for the mottled and dim wall. Ye Jingsoul poked his head out, turned his head to the left, and saw that the long corridor stretched straight out, empty and empty.

Ye Jingsoul returned to the room, closed the door, and lay on the bed in the dark, just closed his eyes, suddenly remembered something, reached out and touched his side, "What about the Lolitan people?" Wasn't it just in bed? ”

At this moment, the sound of "snorting" scraping the door remembered again, and it was in Ye Jing's ear.

"Who's pretending?" Ye Jingsoul said, still no one responded, but the sound of "snorting" was getting louder and louder.

Ye Jing's soul was slightly distraught, he got up again, touched the edge of the table, took out the half of the candle from the drawer, and grabbed the box of red phosphorus matches. With a "bang", the match was struck, and a flame immediately bloomed on the top of the red candle, and a strange smell of burnt diffuse, Ye Jing's soul already knew that the wax oil was mixed with the blood of the black chicken.

Looking at it through the trance light of the candle, Ye Jingsoul actually gasped, and saw a person squatting in front of him. I saw that the person who appeared out of thin air was not wearing clothes on his upper body, facing the dormitory door with his back to Ye Jing's soul, and was "snorting" on the door with his fingernails. Ye Jing's eyes widened, he swallowed a mouthful of spit, and when he looked at it, the person was very thin, and the bones and spine in his back almost protruded out, looking extremely terrifying.

As if he had discovered Ye Jing's soul, the man suddenly stopped his hands, slowly stood up, stood up against the door for a few seconds, and then slowly turned around, revealing his pale and gloomy face. Looking at it in the dim candlelight, the man was also a teenager, but he was described as withered, his eye sockets were deep-set, and his eyes were dull and he looked at Ye Jing's soul. He was really skinny, every rib on the front was clearly visible, and his back was slightly arched, as if he could never straighten up.

Ye Jingsoul held the red candle, fell into shock, and was in a trance for a while. At this time, the young man suddenly spoke: "My hand...... It's so itchy. ”

When he said this, Ye Jingsoul suddenly felt that his fingers had become extremely itchy, and he wanted to find something to scratch.

"You see, I scratched all my nails off." The young man raised his hand to show Ye Jing's soul, only to see that a few fingernails had really fallen off, and dark red blood flowed from his fingers.

"It's not just the fingers, it's the wrists that itch the most...... My wrists are so itchy! The boy raised his wrist and spoke eagerly. Ye Jingsoul suddenly felt that his right wrist was suddenly extremely itchy, and the candle he was holding couldn't help but shake.

The boy scratched his left hand at his right wrist for a while, and as he grabbed it, he showed a frantic expression, and the boy grabbed it very hard and very hard, and in a short time he broke his wrist, and blood flowed down from his wrist. But instead of feeling pain, he seemed to be indescribably happy, and the expression on his face became more and more excited. Ye Jingsoul was not only frightened to see, but what was even more terrifying was that his wrist had also become extremely itchy, and he couldn't wait to scratch it like that young man.

The candlelight swayed with the candle, and the young man's figure swayed in the candlelight, blood trickled down the boy's wrist, but the boy's expression became more urgent and crazy, as if he wanted to tear his entire wrist apart.

"It's so comfortable to grab! But how can it get more and more itchy...... I'm looking for a knife, do you have a knife? You'll have to find a knife...... My wrists are itching more and more! The boy said stupidly, turning his head around to look around. As if he had suddenly thought of something, he turned and opened the door, and ran out.

Ye Jing's soul suddenly woke up, held the candle, and hurriedly chased out. The doorknob was already stained with the blood of the young man, and when Ye Jingsoul opened the door, he felt a burst of stickiness. Ye Jingsoul chased him to the corridor, turned his head to look, and saw the young man stumbling forward, stopping in front of a dormitory door, and actually pushed the door directly in.

Ye Jingsoul hurriedly chased after him, and he didn't bother to knock on the door, so he directly pushed the door and entered the dormitory.

Entering the door, the candle flame in Ye Jing's soul was in a trance, and he saw the eight boys in this dormitory standing in front of him, all shirtless, as if he had just gotten up. The young man stood in front of the eight and said, "Do your fingers itch?" You see, my nails are scratched off...... Don't your wrists itch? My wrist is so itchy, I've been scratching it for a long time and it still feels so itchy, I have to find a knife to cut it! Do you have a knife here, can you give me one? The young man said urgently, his eyes full of longing.

The eight boys all looked a little dazed, all of them had gloomy faces and didn't say a word, quietly looking at the teenager in front of them.

A boy suddenly took a step forward, and actually handed a knife in the boy's hand, the boy took the knife, and his withered face immediately showed a look of madness, and he raised the knife and cut it at his right wrist...... The other eight boys also had an extra knife in their hands, and each cut their wrists.

......The knife seemed to be a little blunt, and several people had a little hard to cut, but the more they did so, the more excited and happy they looked. Looking at the strange picture in front of him, Ye Jingsoul didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this picture in a trance, but he felt that his wrist was itching again.

The young man suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Jing's soul, handed over the bloody knife in his hand, and said, "Do you want to try it too, it's very cool!" Another boy, while cutting his wrist, said with a smile: "Yes, you can try it, it's very cool!" ”

Ye Jingsoul looked at the crazy expressions of several people, and there was a strange itch on his wrist, and he stretched out his left hand in a trance, and really went to pick up the blood-dripping knife in the young man's hand.

Seeing that Ye Jingsoul was about to take over the knife, the young man's fingers and Ye Jingsoul's fingers touched lightly, and the young man seemed to have touched something that scared him, so he quickly took his hand back, looked at Ye Jingsoul with a frightened face, and then showed a foolish smile, and said to Ye Jingsoul: "You are too naughty, you have to be obedient." ”

As he spoke, the young man actually passed past Ye Jing's soul, opened the door, hunched his waist and ran out again.

(I feel like I'm starting to reveal my perverted nature...... Ask for collections, ask for recommendations, and ask for new books)