Yang Yongxin stopped the instructor and called me closer with a smile.

"Qianlong, you are not used to living in the correctional home these days, and I can understand it."

"If I want to make a request, I try to accommodate it, as long as it doesn't go too far."

"After all, investigating the matter clearly is also to protect you and your classmates."

"You can't be too selfish when you do things."

I said, "It's not harsh."

"The first condition is to assign me and Murphy a single dormitory in the future."

"The second condition is that our diet must be in accordance with the standards of your employees, and we will be free to come and go in the future."

Yang Yongxin's face changed, and he said happily, "Okay. Wang Tingli is dead, and the best faculty dormitory just happens to be vacant, so let you live with Murphy."

"Aren't you a feng shui scholar, you shouldn't be afraid of ghosts."

Let me and Murphy face the ghost, Yang Yongxin's trick can be described as unclever.

Without hesitation, I nodded, "Okay."

Yang Yongxin's cocked Erlang's leg was replaced, and he said impatiently, "Now can you tell me about the situation you encountered last night?"

"Yes."

I whispered, "Last night, I was about to climb over the wall to have a private meeting with Murphy, when I saw a three-meter-tall monster covered in a dark fog floating out of the corner of the hallway!"

"The monster's eyes were covered with a red cloth, and the mouth and the back of its head were wrapped around like a wire."

"He has a turtle painted on his face, and all kinds of ink smeared, and the corners of his mouth are smiling, but tears are oozing from his eyes, which looks a little funny."

"The most peculiar thing is that this guy has all kinds of marks of beating with sticks, footprints, graffiti and water stains on his body."

"He was carrying a chain in one hand and a rusty pencil sharpener in the other, and was cutting his own flesh."

"Behind him, he carried a tattered school bag......

As I narrated, two of the four young men in the room were already sobbing in fright.

The rest of the instructors also stood on end, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Yang Yongxin's face was extremely ugly, he picked up a handkerchief, wiped away the fine cold sweat on his forehead, trembled for a long time and said, "The rest of the people are gone, Zhuge Qianlong stays."

"Remember, if anyone spreads today's events, don't blame me for being unkind."

"My electrotherapy equipment room can not only serve students, but also relieve instructors."

Before leaving, a group of people promised not to reveal themselves.

After everyone left, Yang Yongxin locked the door behind him, hurriedly brought me a stool, and made tea.

"Hidden Dragon, did you just tell the truth, or were you scaring people?"

I learned from Yang Yongxin's appearance, and raised Erlang's legs and said jokingly: "It's just a monster that doesn't look like four, what's there to be afraid of."

"Only those who have ghosts in their hearts are afraid of ghosts. When I saw that guy, I didn't even breathe."

Yang Yongxin said nervously, "You...... Are you really a family of monastics?"

"yes."

"Can you tell me what kind of monster you met today?"

"I don't know, I'll find out until I investigate."

In the evening, I didn't reveal much to Yang Yongxin, but as a student, I asked him for a better living environment, food, and more decent clothes.

When asked for me, Yang Yongxin's attitude changed 360 degrees, and his attitude towards me was extremely humble.

That night, Wang Tingli's room was cleaned up, replaced with new pillows, bedding, and all the facilities.

Murphy, who was sleeping soundly in the dormitory, was also called in.

Looking at the huge bedroom in front of him, Murphy's eyes lit up.

"Oh my God, what a big Simmons! What a big bathroom and a washing machine!"

"I'm in that shabby girls' dormitory, and I smell of bad perfume

There are still people who put used sanitary napkins under the bed, which is simply wonderful!"

"Hidden Dragon, this is heaven, how did you do that!?"

I turned on the air conditioner, lay down on the fluffy bed, and told Murphy what had happened today.

Murphy crouched by the washing machine and waited to dry while chatting with me.

"Graffiti on you, pencil sharpeners and chains? This monster you're talking about is a little weird!"

"Not surprising at all."

I took out a piece of paper and sketched out the shape of the monster with a pencil, "Maria Correctional Home has been around for more than four years, and seven people have lost their lives."

"One of them died of tetanus infection from a wound caused by self-harm with a pencil sharpener."

"There are also those who are graffiti-covered, their mouths and eyes are covered, and their bodies are full of footprints......

"The marks of the sticks on the body come from the rubber sticks of the instructors."

"As for the chains with the arc, it probably comes from the hatred of the energized seats."

"In the past four years, the hatred and resentment left by thousands of people have been cultivated by me into a monster, and of course it wants to vent all the resentment."

Murphy nodded thoughtfully, then said suspiciously, "What should we do next?"

"Of course, it's all about the fun."

I locked the door, opened the wooden box and released Fuso, stroking her hair, "Wife, I haven't breathed for the past two days, I'm suffocating."

Fuso's eyes were slightly red, and he stroked my face and said, "Next time, whatever you do, don't hurt yourself again."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Murphy looked around with resentful eyes, "The sofa in this room can't sleep people, and there are no extra cushions, so you shouldn't let me go back to the dormitory."

"Of course not."

I patted the bed, "You and I sleep on the side, Fusang sleeps in the middle, don't do anything to my wife at night."

"Please, I'm a woman too!"