Yang Jun sat on the stone bar against the wall, his eyes scanning the space of ten square meters, three sides were iron guardrails, and one was the wall he was leaning on. Although the light is abundant, you can always feel that there is something you can't see, and you look at yourself in the dark, and this feeling becomes stronger as time goes on.

The spirit was once in a tense state, and this situation lasted until about three o'clock, and Yang Jun finally couldn't stand it and lay down on the stone bar and fell asleep.

He didn't completely fall asleep, he was groggy, his mouth was very dry, and his eyes seemed to have been forced to open a slit. Bluribly, many shadows could be seen walking around, and even a pair of pale feet hung down from the originally smooth ceiling.

And the hanging body, swaying, stared straight at him. Yang Jun wanted to move, but he couldn't move, although his consciousness was clear, it was quite vague.

Most of the figures I saw overlapped with two or three, so even if I squinted, I couldn't see what those people looked like.

Ghost press?

But he was lying on his side with his back against the wall, and the imagination of the ghost pressing the bed should not have happened in such a situation, and the feeling of his body was clearly held down by many hands.

He opened his dry mouth with difficulty, but he couldn't make a sound, and his squinted eyes looked not far away, and he was a police officer who was keeping vigil here. It seemed that he had fallen asleep on the desk, and he had not been able to find out Yang Jun's current condition.

A fierce face was pasted towards him, and his heart suddenly sudden, that face was not as blurry as other figures, on the contrary, every pore on his face could be clearly seen.

It was a blue, translucent cheek, with a deeply sunken eye position, no pupils in sight, and only two red spots of light in two deep black holes.

An incomparable fear came over him, if he could move, at least he would have the ghost hand to resist, but now he could only watch that face approaching him. A cold hand touched the position of his chest, and felt a hard nail piercing the flesh, and the hand was reaching inside.

"Knock~" Yang Jun opened his eyes violently, the dark shadows around him had disappeared, and there were no feet swaying on his head. But the heartbeat was surprisingly fast, and the sound just now was clearly the school's big clock.

He was now in the police station, and the sound of the bell had even reached his ears, even the sound he was used to hearing was terrifying at the moment.

The bell was like a life-chasing ringing, and he could hear it no matter where Yang Jun was. As long as it's 3:15 a.m., this is the time that is now displayed on the phone.

"Babble~"

The sound of metal friction only startled Yang Jun with goosebumps, and he looked up to see that the iron gate that locked him inside was slowly being pulled open from the outside. It seems that there are two hands holding on the iron gate doorknob, and a pair of eyes are looking at Yang Jun while slowly opening the door.

A trace of coolness rushed from the heart to the brain, the position of the temple bulged, the mind was dizzy, and the mouth was dry, and people became a little trance. When the eye sees what is happening, it seems that there is a figure from the side.

Yang Jun hesitated whether he should go out from inside, the police officer who was keeping vigil had already fallen into a deep sleep, if he left now, but he would escape from prison, and even if he didn't kill anyone, he would have to be locked up for a while.

"Da~Da~Da~" The sound of walking with leather shoes came from the corridor outside, the distance was not very far, and it would soon be possible to reach the temporary detention room where Yang Jun was.

Sweat was already oozing from his forehead, and if the person who came was a policeman, he might have to explain how the door could have been opened. If the person who came was not a policeman, who would be walking around this place in the middle of the night.

The sound of footsteps slowly approached the detention room, and Yang Jun's eyes were firmly fixed on the wooden door, just waiting for the footsteps to approach, and then to see who pushed the door open.

Finally, the footsteps stopped, just behind the door, Yang Jun swallowed his saliva, waiting to see the person behind the door.

The door, under Yang Jun's gaze, was pushed open. There was no one in the hallway, and behind the door was a corridor glowing with green light, and just as his eyes widened, the footsteps crackled and ran away.

Yang Jun rushed to the door, and looked into the corridor, the footsteps from the leather shoes had disappeared around the corner, and a door swayed.

Glancing back at the police officer who was still asleep, Yang Jun gritted his teeth and walked out. It was quiet outside, and there were no other police officers until I walked to the position of the hall.

On the right-hand side was the door that had just been run in by the sound of footsteps, and it had stopped shaking. At this time, it looks like a quietly creeping beast, waiting for someone to push its mouth open, and then send it into its stomach and be slowly eaten by it.

"It depends on who you are." Pushing open the door, there is another walkway, and you can clearly see that there are two toilets at the end. There is also a light on each of the toilet doors, and the walkway leading to the toilet is only lit by two incandescent lamps on the door.

An uneasiness welled up in Yang Jun's heart, there was no other road here, that person must be in the toilet. It's just that at this moment, he was a little hesitant, not knowing what measures he should make when that person appeared in front of him.

When he walked to the door of the toilet, Yang Jun glanced up, then pushed open the door of the men's toilet and walked in. His heart became nervous at this moment, and when he pushed the door open, he had already seen a pair of black leather shoes under a private room in the toilet.

It's just that there is only one pair of shoes, no feet!

How did you get here with shoes without feet? Is it true that there are no feet? Countless thoughts rose in his heart, and his heartbeat began to accelerate, Yang Jun quietly approached the toilet and stretched out his hand to push the wooden door.

Suddenly, a hand slammed down on the back of Yang Jun's head, and his body threw himself forward, his face towards the toilet. There was a black mass in the open toilet, and when Yang Jun's face was about to stick to the mass of things, the mass of things turned in the toilet.

A face with distorted facial features was tightly pressed against Yang Jun's face, and what he smelled in his snort was the stench of scratching in the toilet bowl, as well as the stench coming from the mouth that was slowly grinning.

Yang Jun's hand was propped up on the edge of the toilet, his body was already kneeling on the ground, and the hand behind him was still tightly pressing the back of his head. The distorted face in front of him had already opened its mouth to bite his face, and in a hurry, his right hand was inserted into the middle of the two faces, and the head in the toilet bowl was directly pressed.

Hold your feet on both sides of the toilet and pour it back hard. Only then did he break free from the suppression of the hand behind him, but when he turned around, he couldn't see half a figure behind him, only an empty toilet.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong, and suddenly turned his body back again, and the head in the toilet bowl had already jumped up and hit Yang Jun's face

The toilet door was opened, and Yang Jun walked out wearing black leather shoes, and he didn't know when there was an extra knife in his hand. His gaze became cold, his whole face stiffened, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up into a sneer.

Yang Jun held the knife and walked to the corridor outside, his eyes wandered around for a while, and then without the slightest hesitation, he turned left and walked towards the detention room he had just come out of.

The light hit the knife in his hand, imprinting the cold light of Sensen, and the sneer on his face hung stiffly on his lips. When he walked to the detention room, the door was opened from the inside, and the police officer who had just been sleeping was stunned for a moment when he saw Yang Jun.

But Yang Jun didn't give him a chance to make a move, and the cold light flashed, and the knife in his hand had already pierced into the opponent's chest.

"You" The police officer opened his eyes wide, and raised his hand tremblingly to point at Yang Jun. His eyes were full of disbelief, and when he just got up to look, the man was obviously still lying inside, how could this have come out, and he was still holding a knife to attack him.

The officer turned his head to look inside, his vision had become blurred, but he could still see a figure lying by the wall, sleeping peacefully against the wall. But there is still the same him standing in front of him, and he is taking his surname, are they together?

"Snort~" The officer's eyes burst out, the red knife was pulled out of his chest, and then his neck was cold, and one hand grabbed his hair and lifted his head down.

Before his eyes went dark, he saw the blood spurting from his body, and then slowly fell backwards. Until he died, no one could answer his question as to why that man was lying in a cell and could still come out and kill him

The next time, feeling that someone was pushing his body, Yang Jun slowly opened his eyes, and he was startled. There are a lot of policemen around, and all of them are not good-looking, but there is also a lot of helplessness.

"Someone is here to protect you, you can go." Hearing this, Yang Jun breathed a sigh of relief, but the next sentence from the police raised his heart to his throat.

"Did you do that police officer who guarded you last night was killed?" The policeman who was questioning was about to reach over and arrest Yang Jun, but was blocked by a person next to him, and Yang Jun looked at these unkind guys with some doubts.

The policemen were very reluctant to give him a way, and until they left the police station, they kept muttering in their hearts, and what the policemen said was a little inexplicable. The policeman who was guarding him was obviously standing aside just now, how could he say that he was killed, it was a big trick.

His mind darkened, and Yang Jun suddenly remembered something, he remembered that he really stabbed the policeman in the chest with a knife, and then cut off his head. But when he woke up in the morning, he thought it was a dream, and when he woke up, he saw the same guard.

It's just that at this moment, Yang Jun saw that his feet were wearing those black leather shoes!

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