Jiang Xiaosheng may have sensed that something was wrong, so he got up and left, while the frightened An Yan was still stunned in his chair, glancing at the monitor worriedly, and the video had already been broadcast.

An Yan turned around and cleared his throat, "This thing, is it it?" ”

"What's that? Is there really a ghost? ”

An Yan looked at Uncle Zhou hesitantly, but he was worried at this time, if the four students in the dormitory were killed by female ghosts, then wouldn't Wang Dashan also be more auspicious.

He anxiously asked, "Then did my friend get taken away by the female ghost?"

When Jiang Xiaosheng heard about the female ghost, he stared at Uncle Zhou with curiosity, looking forward to what was going on.

"Hmph, it's a trivial matter to be taken away, it's true that he can live or not!"

An Yan beat a drum in his heart, could it be that Wang Dashan is dead? But why did the female ghost take him?

"Uncle Zhou, why did the female ghost take away the mountain?"

Uncle Zhou pinched off the cigarette in his hand and said to him, "It's very simple, because it needs a pair of skins that can be framed." As for why it's your friend and not someone else, maybe it's a coincidence, or maybe there's something in him that attracts the undead. ”

"Something that attracts the undead?"

"People have qi and yang, while ghosts only have yin. Their yin energy will be consumed in large quantities during the day, so during the day when the yang energy is strong, the yin things will definitely find a place to hide, so noon is the time when the undead are weakest. ”

He walked up to An Yan and continued, "On the other hand, if you have a skin, then these things can also pretend to be humans during the day, blend into the crowd and not be easily detected."

Uncle Zhou could see what An Yan was worried about, although he was not a person who liked to pour cold water, it was better to say some things clearly, and he should know and prepare early.

He patted An Yan on the shoulder, "Your friend may be just one of its many reserves, or maybe he's not dead yet." ”

"You mean those ghosts' skins are like human clothes, and when you get tired of them, you change them?" Jiang Xiaosheng asked.

"It's not like that, no matter how good the skin is, it will break down one day, and these things will also plan for themselves, choose a few more good ones to trap them somewhere in case they need it, this is called breeding."

"But there are also some undead who just like to pick their targets at random, so-"

"I understand," An Yan interrupted him, "I won't give up easily no matter what!" ”

Listening only to the crash of the metal collarbone connection in the bedroom, the remaining two people in the living room fell into a deep silence.

Uncle Zhou pondered a little, "He needs to be calm and calm by himself." ”

The next morning, when it was still light, a man was sitting on a chair in the living room, and the bottle of red wine on the table had been swept away, except for the goblet next to it, which still had a small sip of crimson.

An Yan raised his glass and swallowed the last sip of wine. After spending the night, the bottle of red wine also swallowed his stomach with hesitation, and at this moment his heart made up his mind, and after that, his heart will be extremely firm.

"Uncle Zhou, as the saying goes, you have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death, he is my friend, I won't be so desperate."

"So you're going to find him?" Uncle Zhou had already guessed his thoughts.

Jiang Xiaosheng put down the chopsticks in his hand, swallowed a mouthful of porridge, and belched, "The world is so big, isn't it like looking for a needle in a haystack, what year and month will this be found?" ”

"Even if it's the end of the earth, I'm going to see it!"

Jiang Xiaosheng glanced at Uncle Zhou, only to see that he was still eating breakfast quietly. Although he felt that An Yan's approach had little chance, he didn't agree with it from the bottom of his heart, but with An Yan's character, he was afraid that he would come nonsense.

"Uncle Zhou, I know you can definitely help An Yan, right?"

Jiang Xiaosheng ran to the opposite side of the table and grabbed Uncle Zhou's arm kissingly, like a coquettish Persian cat.

Uncle Zhou stood up straightly, shook off his arm and walked back to the room, and coldly dropped a sentence: "I'm sorry, I don't have that hobby!"

Not only was An Yan stunned at this time, but even Jiang Xiaosheng was dumbfounded.

In the end, Jiang Xiaosheng exhaled deeply, looked at death as if he were at home, and gave An Yan a firm look, which means: Brother for you, our strong man broke his wrist and let go!

Immediately after that, he followed Uncle Zhou, and the figures of the two disappeared into An Yan's field of vision together.

An Yan shook his head, crying and laughing, whether this breakfast could be eaten well.

In the evening, the sunset turned red, and the trajectory of things also took a miraculous turn, Uncle Zhou, who was not going to let go, actually agreed, but he had conditions, first, he needed to withdraw the corresponding expenses; Second, pass his assessment.

As for what the assessment is, he will announce it after a certain period of training.

The next month is called special training.

The sun still rises in the east and sets in the west; The waters of the great river still rush eastward; Time flies, and in a short month, maybe something has changed dramatically, but An Yan and Jiang Xiaosheng summed up two sentences:

Reading is power! There is also the fact that the dead are more hypocritical than the living.

At the end of the month, Uncle Zhou's assessment finally came, and the so-called assessment was the starting point of the main purpose of this time-City A University of Technology.

As the night wore on, the three of them were standing at the door of the Polytechnic University's dormitory. The vast majority of college students have already finished school, and all that remains is the dead (thinking) party that is happy to gather in the school library and eat instant noodles.

"Uncle Zhou, our goal is the 401 dormitory, right?"

Uncle Zhou nodded. But when they were about to go in, he stopped them, "First touch your foreheads from the bottom up," he said, and he took the lead in wiping a few handfuls on your foreheads.

An Yan and they did the same, there were three lamps on the person, one on the forehead, and one on each shoulder, of which the one on the forehead was the most important.

"Remember to go in, no matter what you hear, don't look back, let alone respond." Uncle Zhou instructed again and again.

The hallway of the bedroom was pitch black, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, except for the sound of footsteps.

An Yan turned on the light in the corridor, but Uncle Zhou just frowned and didn't say anything.

When they arrived at the door of 401, everyone stopped and watched it thousands of times in the surveillance video, and now they are there. An Yan looked back at the camera on the cement beam, where the female ghost was at the beginning......

Suddenly, he found that the surveillance was still on, and the infrared rays of the camera shone on his face. An Yan couldn't help frowning, then at the beginning of the school year, the dormitory manager aunt would find out that they had sneaked here late at night.

Forget it, they must have been far away by then, although they would have been unnecessarily suspicious.

Jiang Xiaosheng opened the door with the key, and Uncle Zhou was not allowed to turn on the lights, so he could only see the situation inside through the light outside the corridor.

When I walked inside, I obviously felt colder than outside.

Uncle Zhou prompted: "Don't touch things, and An Yan, use your place to see those things." He pointed to the location of the heart.

An Yan nodded.

Although a lot has been cleared, blood can still be seen on the floor tiles, and only empty bed boards are left around, and everything has been removed by the family. The whole room is empty, which is more convenient for people to move around.

Uncle Zhou walked around the room, as if looking for something else.

"Uncle Zhou, what are you looking for?"

He replied, "I'm looking for the clothes left behind by the deceased."

The room was getting colder and colder, and Uncle Zhou urged, "Hurry up!"

The three of them scattered, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets in the room, and after a while, Jiang Xiaosheng found a bloody rag next to the cabinet, and he exclaimed excitedly: "I found it!"

An Yan and Uncle Zhou turned their heads in response, but the moment they turned back, the two of them looked at him in shock.

"What's wrong with you, why are you silent?" He shook the rag in his hand.

The reason why they were so shocked was because -

There was actually a person standing behind Jiang Xiaosheng! He was holding the same piece of cloth in his hand as Jiang Xiaosheng, but the other party didn't notice it at all.

Jiang Xiaosheng looked at the eyes of the two of them, only to feel a chill behind his back, the hairs on his body stood up, and he didn't dare to move.

The person behind him gradually revealed his true face, his face was pale, his eyes were bulging, his lips were trembling, and the atrium was dripping blood, the strange thing was that his heart was completely exposed, but it was lifeless, it can be seen that it was installed the day after tomorrow, and he was Liang Wei, one of the three deceased.

Liang Wei glanced down at Jiang Xiaosheng strangely, put his other hand on his shoulder, and smiled evilly.

Uncle Zhou issued a warning to him, warning him: You are dead, even if you change countless hearts, you will not be able to live.

When Liang Wei heard this, he looked down at his heart that couldn't beat, his face gradually changed from hideous to dazed, and then to despair. In the end, he took out the dead heart, turned it into powder with a bitter smile on his face, and Liang Wei disappeared.

An Yan breathed a sigh of relief, Jiang Xiaosheng completely spread out on the ground, and took a big breath of air.

Uncle Zhou admonished: "This place is not suitable for a long time."

The three of them didn't dare to delay for a moment, quickly withdrew from the floor, and returned home.

Jiang Xiaosheng never forgot the feeling of cold swishing, and he desperately wanted to squeeze a bed with An Yan, but An Yan had no choice but to agree.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, but An Yan couldn't sleep at the moment, it wasn't that Liang Wei's matter made him unable to sleep, but he felt that tonight might be the last night to look up at the sky, and everything tomorrow was still unknown.