The Heartless Mage Chapter 162: The night is frightening

At midnight, Wuxin couldn't sleep, sitting outside the mail room door watching the stars and the moon. At the other end of the compound, an office has just turned off the lights. It must be that Chen Daguang and Zhu Jianhong talked about a new stage of work, and they have to start working hard.

It was very quiet in the mail room. Su Tao was still growing. As long as the world was at peace, she couldn't help but want to eat and sleep. A little toad of unknown origin jumped out of the grass and onto Wuxin's feet. Wuxin immediately shook his legs and scolded "go" softly in his mouth. The little toad rolled to the ground, croaked twice, and left.

As soon as the little toad left, Bai Liuli came back. Recently, he has been working very hard to make snakes. After the snake's skin has shed its mouth, it has stopped moving, so that every day he is entangled in a bundle of rough branches prepared for him inadvertently, rubbing irritably. Since it was very difficult during the day, at night he would slip out of the snake's body and wander around easily. With disheveled hair hanging in the air, he told Wuxin with great interest: "Two people are giving birth in the room over there."

He was looking for a woman in order to have a child, so he saved others by himself, and called all acts of love between men and women as childbirth.

Wuxin sat on the first level of cement steps in front of the door, lowered his head and replied dully: "What does this have to do with me?"

Bai Liuli slowly descended and was at the same height as him: "That woman seems to like men very much. When that man is gone, I can bring her out to you."

Wuxin told him in a low voice: "You don't understand. The man is the director of the Revolutionary Committee, and I'm a gatekeeper. No matter how much that woman likes a man, she can't possibly like me. Even if you bring her to me , she at most gave me a big mouth."

Bai Liuli thought about it seriously: "Then if I kill her, she won't beat you."

Wuxin immediately shook his head: "I'm crazy about being close to the dead?"

Bai Liuli found Wuxin quite picky. Seeing that Wuxin didn't sleep every night, sticking out a club and acting as an owl outside, he couldn't bear it, and really wanted to lend a helping hand: "There is a way." He solemnly and smugly told Wuxin: "I can do it. Get on her body. I get on her body, I'll let her do whatever you want her to do."

Wuxin finally looked up at Bai Liuli. After staring at it for a long time, he cleared his throat, leaned against the wall, stood up, and replied in a low voice, "No, I understand your kindness."

Bai Liuli can't help but be puzzled when she sees his strange expression: "Really don't?"

Wuxin turned his back to Bai Liuli slowly, and replied rather embarrassedly: "If you get on her body, then I'm sleeping with her and sleeping with you. It's not the same thing? You and I have decades of friendship. , I really... can't do it."

He lowered his head and gently kicked a small stone underground with the toe of his shoe. He smiled shyly again: "Besides...you may not know, but I'm actually a little afraid of you."

When the voice fell, he only heard a strong wind behind his ears. A loud noise shook his brain, and he was slapped on the wall by Bai Liuli with a small blackboard. Bai Liuli was sincere and wanted to help him solve his problems, but unexpectedly, he kicked a stone and thought about evil. He slapped him down to the ground in three strokes, five out two, and Bai Liuli rushed back to the room, and went back to the snake's body to sleep.

Wuxin lay on the ground for a long time to relieve this breath. Sitting up slowly, his turbulent spring love was captured without a trace, and he murmured very calmly: "Fuck, what did I say? , people beat me, and ghosts beat me too.”

Wu Xin, accompanied by a little toad who refused to stay away, held her head and endured the pain until the light in Chen Daguang's office in front of her was turned on again. After Chen Daguang vented his revolutionary enthusiasm, he usually went to the public toilet in the courtyard to urinate. Wuxin didn't want to meet him, so he got up to open the door and quietly went back to his room.

Besides, after Chen Daguang finished pouring water in the toilet, he returned to the office and kissed Zhu Jianhong a few more times. Scribbled in a green military uniform, he sat on a chair and bent over to tie his shoelaces. Zhu Jianhong stood aside, put his hand into his clothes to arrange his bra, and said, "Why are you going back in the middle of the night? What's the matter? Is there someone waiting for you in the second half of the night?"

Chen Daguang has a house near the Revolutionary Committee, and it only takes a few minutes to walk: "How do you sleep in the office? There is a bed for night duty in your house, and I don't have any in my house. How about making a floor?"

Zhu Jianhong knew he had an idea, so he didn't dare to provoke him, so he could only overcome the gang with softness: "You finally know that you should have a bed in your room? You always let me lie on the table, but you don't feel bad for me and panic."

Chen Daguang waved his hand: "Okay, I forced you to lie down? I invited you to come? Let me tell you, I'm the most annoying **** and play tricks with me, and I don't have time to serve you, you know? Go back and rest, we'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Zhu Jianhong knew that Chen Daguang had no good words, but he knew that he would not delay his good deeds. And Chen Daguang knew that the door was locked early, and he was too lazy to ask Wuxin to open it again, so he jumped out of the wall and went home swaggeringly.

As soon as Chen Daguang left, there was no one else in the office area of ​​the Revolutionary Committee. Zhu Jianhong sat on Chen Daguang's leather-faced chair, opened the drawer of the writing desk to check, and wanted to find out the clues of other vixen. Just when she was excited, she accidentally raised her eyes and was suddenly startled-through the half-opened door, she saw a person sitting on the concrete steps outside the door!

The figure is from the back. Through the light in the room, you can see that he is wearing a dirty old military uniform and a red armband on his arm. Zhu Jianhong's first reaction was that Wuxin came, but on second thought, Wuxin was not someone who ran around for no reason, and he didn't usually see how close he was to him. After closing the drawer, she asked sternly, "Who is sitting outside?"

The other party didn't move, and Zhu Jianhong had excellent eyesight. He tilted his head slightly to see the red armband on the other party's arm, and the word "joint fingers" was printed. The cold hairs all over her body suddenly stood up. She didn't find a weapon in her hand. She simply reached out and picked up the thermos beside the writing desk. She stood up and said, "Who is it? Speak!"

Raising her gaze condescendingly, she noticed that the uninvited guests outside the door, like wooden and clay sculptures, cast a shadow on the concrete floor. The materialist's armor fell apart, and she remembered the feudal superstition her grandmother had preached: ghosts have no shadows, but people have shadows.

It's good to be a human being. Zhu Jianhong only kills people, not afraid of people. Carrying the thermos, she took another step forward, and she shouted with a thick throat: "Little bastard, stop pretending to be a ghost! The county revolutionary committee compound is where you are making fun of? You quickly stand up for me!"

Finally, the figure outside the door slowly moved. A head slowly turned back, Zhu Jianhong stared at his profile, and saw a piece of yellow paper stuck on his face, with blood oozing from the yellow paper. Like a puppet, his neck was twisted 180 degrees, and he faced Zhu Jianhong straight in the light from the door.

Zhu Jianhong was stunned for two or three seconds, then let out an exclamation. Her legs were shaking and she was about to turn back, but she immediately thought that the window was tightly closed, and it would take time to open it. To run out through the door, but who dares to face such a thing? In a split second, Zhu Jianhong saw everything clearly—the things outside were covered in wet soil, and they simply crawled out of the ground! Thinking of the syndicates who had been sent to the city for execution by Chief Hong, Zhu Jianhong's eyes were splitting, and he raised the thermos with an "Ow" voice, smashing it at the monster outside the door like throwing a pack of dynamite. Hesitating for a moment between running and not running, she took a few steps forward and pushed the door open with a bang. She slammed the bolt in a hurry. She called Chen Daguang first with a crying voice, and when she realized that Chen Daguang had left, she called Wuxin again in despair. There was a huge empty yard between the mail room and the office area. At this time, it was midnight again, and she didn't know whether her scream could disturb the sleeping Wuxin. Suddenly seeing the phone on the desk, she was rescued and ran up to pick up the microphone in three steps. However, there was no movement in the microphone, and the phone line was disconnected!

She slapped the dial desperately and plugged in and unplugged the phone line, but no matter how hard she struggled, the phone became a dead thing. The light in the room suddenly went out, and she broke out in a sticky cold sweat in the dark - the phone line can be broken, and the wire can also be broken. Holding the microphone tightly in her hand, she stiffened in front of the writing desk. With a pair of eyes looking forward, she saw that thing appearing outside the window again!

A face with its facial features covered by yellow paper was slowly raised from the bottom and covered with glass. The Revolutionary Committee did not have to guard against thieves, it was just a window without any protection measures. The thing raised its hand and shattered a piece of glass with a punch. The tattered slap slid into the room, blood and mud smeared between his fingernails.

Zhu Jianhong took a deep breath, turned her head and ran to the door. Pulling out the latch and pushing the door, she rushed out frantically amid the shrill sound of glass shattering and window frames breaking behind her: "Daguang! Wuxin! Who's coming! It's haunted!"

She didn't run a few steps before something outside the window entered the room through the window, catching up with her. Although she shouted lively, she didn't count on Chen Daguang or Wuxin as a savior in her heart. As soon as she turned the corner and changed direction, she started sprinting towards her office - there was a pistol in her office! However, before she could reach the finish line, a pair of cold and sticky hands had already closed her neck. The rancid stench haunted her, and in extreme terror, she squeezed out another sharp cry from her throat.

There was movement at the gate, the light of the flashlight accompanied the unintentional question: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Zhu Jianhong held on strong and refused to fall. Out of the corner of her eye, Wuxin began to run towards her. She widened her eyes and endured the pain of suffocation. The muscles in her neck were all tensed. She used all her strength to fight the thing's iron pincer-like hands.

Wuxin shook the flashlight and ran to the office area. At first, he thought that Zhu Jianhong was fighting with someone. After running halfway, he realized that Zhu Jianhong's opponent was not an individual. He rushed forward like a gust of wind, and he quickly saw the situation clearly, and then instead of pulling the two sides, he suddenly slapped the uninvited guest's face and grabbed the yellow paper on the other's face. At the same time, Zhu Jianhong only felt his neck loosen. Quickly breaking those two hands, she panted and turned her head, and howled again at the face in front of her!

The yellow paper seemed to stick to the man's face, and he just grabbed it, only to grab a large piece of paper in the center. Without the cover of the yellow paper, the man's rotten eye sockets and the snow-white bridge of his nose were exposed to the moonlight. His teeth rattled a few times, and he staggered as if he was about to move, but his hands, like lightning, swept across his face one after another, tearing the yellow paper clean. When the last piece of yellow paper fell off, he fell to the ground, completely motionless.

Zhu Jianhong went through a big battle, and his heart was about to explode, but now he has quickly regained his composure. Inadvertently fiddling with the yellow paper in his hand, the yellow paper is thick and tough, and the pen on the back has dragons and snakes, as well as patterns. Squatting on the ground to put together the shredded paper, he found that a talisman was drawn on the yellow paper.

Zhu Jianhong took a deep breath and looked down, "What is this?"

Wuxin raised his head and replied, "I don't know. It doesn't look like a painting or a character. Deputy Director Zhu, what happened? How-how-"

He stuttered and looked like he didn't know what to do. Zhu Jianhong didn't speak, and she stuttered when she did. With a dignified expression for a long time, she felt that she might lose control and go crazy at any time.

"I can't wait for dawn." She thoughtfully replied: "It may be that some class enemy is sabotaging, we must immediately notify Director Chen and let him decide the next counterattack strategy."

Wuxin stood up: "Okay, I know Director Chen's address, I'll look for it right away."

Zhu Jianhong grabbed him: "No! You can't leave me alone!"

Wuxin entrusted Su Tao to Bai Liuli, and then took Su Jianhong to Chen Daguang. Chen Daguang has not slept yet, and is talking to the actress from the County Pingju Troupe at home. Zhu Jianhong had no time to settle accounts with him. After calling him out, she told the truth: "Daguang, the Revolutionary Committee is haunted!"

Chen Daguang knew that Zhu Jianhong was not a silly old lady, so he was very surprised: "What the **** are you talking about?"

Zhu Jianhong pleaded with a crying voice: "Daguang, I don't have the heart to talk nonsense to you. Look at my neck, I tell you if you don't have the heart to save my life, you won't be able to see me tomorrow. I'm not Jealousy is coming, come with me!"

Chen Daguang locked the actress in the room, then put on her shirt and went out the door. When he arrived at the compound of the Revolutionary Committee, he looked at the corpse lying on the ground and was dumbfounded.

The assembled yellow paper was placed on the ground, slightly messed up by the wind, but not out of shape. Chen Daguang first looked at the person and then at the paper, and finally said: "This kid is indeed the person who linked, but..."

He turned to Zhu Jianhong: "We killed him a few days ago!"

Inadvertently interjected: "Director, Deputy Director, that yellow paper looks evil enough, if it's useless, wouldn't it be more appropriate to burn it? Deputy Director Zhu also saw it just now, the yellow paper was broken, This man—this ghost won't move."

Not waiting for Chen Daguang to answer, Zhu Jianhong nodded with lingering fear: "Yes, yes, it's burning soon."

Inadvertently seeing that Chen Daguang did not object, he struck a match and lit the yellow paper. After a fire burned, he raised his face inadvertently, and saw a few rays of light scattered in all directions.

Chen and Zhu did not notice anything unusual. Chen Daguang put his hands behind his back, and said to Wuxin with a sullen face: "I tell you, this is the enemy's tricks, trying to disturb our army's heart. So you must keep things secret tonight, with a high degree of secrecy. If you dare to go out and chew your tongue, I'll tear you apart and feed the dog!"

Wuxin nodded again and again: "I know, don't worry."