"How so? How so? Jiang Ming looked at the glass box in disbelief as there were two hairs floating in it.

How could there be a problem with his perfect artwork, how could there be hair loss?

If it will lose hair, it means that this method of preserving people is not perfect enough, and it cannot completely preserve people forever, how can he allow imperfect things, how can he allow them.

Jiang Ming suddenly became frantic and wanted to push down the two glass boxes in front of him. But the glass box itself was filled with red and black liquid, and coupled with the weight of the person and the glass itself, Jiang Ming failed to push the box down, but instead fell backwards with too much force.

Jiang Ming, who was sitting on the ground, had a very ugly face. He doesn't need something imperfect, he needs to redo it, redo it as a perfect work of art.

Thinking of this, he immediately got up from the ground, then touched ~ to the bottom of the glass box, pulled out a plug vigorously, and the liquid in the glass box suddenly flowed down the original waterway on the ground below~ .

After Jiang Ming finished putting the liquid, he put on gloves and safety clothes again, opened the box, and the woman who had already been silent in it immediately fell down, Jiang Ming hugged her and dragged her to another door in the room.

Nearly two hours had passed since he had disposed of the bodies of the two schoolgirls.

But it doesn't matter, the grove behind this school usually doesn't come at all. Because people died here in the early years, there are rumors among students that this place is haunted. Coupled with the remoteness of this place, the forest itself is gloomy, and no one will come here at all, except for the occasional new student who will strayed into this side when the school starts.

Jiang Ming sat in the room, his face expressionless, thinking about what went wrong.

Either way, his artwork was broken, and he had to find a new one.

However, it is not easy to find art samples that meet his standards in perfect shape, and he has been paying attention to the previous two for a long time.

When he thought of this, Jiang Ming remembered a perfect art sample, the new student who exuded a golden affinity light all over his body.

But it's not enough, it's not enough, it's not enough for one sample, it has to be in pairs.

Jiang Ming scratched his hair a little irritably, what was wrong?

———— Dividing Line————

Angela walked down the road, her red shoes making a crisp sound on the dead leaves.

It's annoying, the ground here has stained her shoes. And what kind of school is this, all the trees are planted with green, which are not beautiful at all, and should be planted with red maple leaves or red roses to look good.

I don't know if Su Meng is in class now? Or is it in the dormitory? How should she find her, maybe she should ask Xiang Qunfang first.

It's just that Xiang Qunfang listens to her mother, if she knows, her mother will definitely know.

Suddenly, Angela stopped, stood there, painted bright red lips, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked, and said, "Who is it, come out." ”

A few fallen leaves fell, and there was no other sound.

Angela narrowed her eyes, she clearly felt a gaze watching her, and it felt familiar, like one of her kind.

Mom said that people like them have a more sensitive sixth sense than ordinary people, so it will definitely not be an illusion just now.