It's hell, my lord

Chapter 29 Confession

"Have you hugged enough?" He Xian raised his head and asked him.Zhu Xingchen was like an octopus, almost hanging on him: "Do you know how I felt when I saw that fat man standing on the podium?"

He Xian struggled a few times, but couldn't get out: "That kid is a top student, I asked him to go up and talk about his learning experience."

"Desperate, do you understand? My dad wasn't so desperate when he sent me to the composition cram school." Zhu Xingchen said, his tone was too soft.

Although the two were not on the same channel for dozens of seconds, they miraculously switched back in the end.He Xian poked his belly with his fingers, Zhu Xingchen was ticklish, tears were about to come out after tossing for a few minutes, but he still refused to let go.He Xian said helplessly: "Brother, let alone I have to go back to class, do you know that there is a surveillance camera installed at the entrance of the stairs?"

"I know. The school leaders can still catch the teacher and talk about love? I have been graduated for so many years, and I can beat the old bald man ten times with one punch." Zhu Xingchen asked again: "Why don't you go home?"

He Xian drooped his eyelids, and his long eyelashes drooped down: "What if I...don't want to say it?"

Zhu Xingchen: "Then let's not talk about it."

"Ah?" He Xian was like an unresponsive gear, and now he came to a trance-this man hugged me just now, and it was still very tight.Talk about love... talk about love!Cao: "You just said... what did you say?"

Zhu Xingchen squinted his eyes and smiled: "What's wrong? Why is this stuttering contagious? What did I just say?"

"talk……"

Zhu Xingchen quickly picked it up: "Is it okay to fall in love?" He originally wanted to say something about love, but "I like you" is too soft to say, and "I love you" is too heavy to say, so Zhu Xingchen's words have already been written. The "Bai Ding" returned to the physical education teacher can only utter four words this time.

He Xian was stunned: "With whom?"

"with you."

He Xian suddenly felt that his face, which had not been red for more than 20 years, suddenly burned up.He walked around in a daze for a few times: "I'm going..." Before he could say the word "class", Zhu Xingchen's soft lips stopped him.

Zhu Xingchen didn't go deep, but stuck to his mouth very gently, He Xian's eyes widened without warning, Zhu Xingchen's smell lingered very close to the tip of his nose, his bulging chest seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton Living.

"I'm not kidding you, I'm serious." Zhu Xingchen added.

"Ah?" He Xian could hardly hear his voice, and fled away after saying a few hums casually.

Zhu Xingchen looked at his red ears, licked his lips, and tasted the unsatisfactory sweetness.He will panic too?Zhu Xingchen just sucked out a lovely smell from it, and then followed it back.

Zhu Xingchen felt that every step she took was stepping on the cotton, which was soft.He Xian returned to the podium, and the noisy classroom suddenly fell silent. He tidied up the books on the podium: "What's the noise?"

He suddenly remembered a sentence that the head teacher used to say in high school, and immediately repeated the history in a decent way: "The whole building is filled with your voices, it's very busy, isn't it, the whole class copied "Li Sao" ten times for me .”

All of a sudden, the audience was full of smoke and smoke, and most of the class were crying and howling.

A male student below said in a moderate voice: "Mr. He, will you never let the students copy if you don't say yes?"

That's right, when introducing himself, He Xian said: "Don't worry, I don't do much homework, and I won't have such a bad habit of copying as a penalty, which consumes refills and is useless." He Xian said with a blank expression: "This It's not a punishment."

"This is called silent writing several times."

The bell just rang, and He Xian lifted his backpack: "Students, get out of class."

"Teacher, when will it be due?" the representative of the Chinese class asked.

He Xian: "It's time for me to go." There was no class for him in the afternoon, so he left the evasive words and walked straight to the teacher's dormitory building.Zhu Xingchen followed closely behind, only half the distance away from He Xian, and always followed like this.

He Xian thought blankly: Am I an idiot?Why are you running so fast?

"Go up and sit down?" He Xian asked politely, Zhu Xingchen didn't intend to let him go, so he nodded immediately.

All the way to He Xian's teacher's apartment, Zhu Xingchen still felt light all over.I stayed with Zhu Xingchen for decades in the previous life, and I never even touched his mouth. After all, people and gods have different paths, and Zhu Xingchen is full of moral integrity.But now it's gone, once this barrier is broken, the sense of distance is gone.

"You live by yourself?"

He Xian poured water in the kitchen, then pushed in front of Zhu Xingchen: "No, there is a history teacher, let's go to class."

Zhu Xingchen's thoughts are obviously still in a mess up to now, and he recounted the matter of sharing the rent with him in a straightforward manner without thinking.He Xian showed no expression, but listened patiently without saying a word.

"You should be more aware of Wan Yunhong's matter. You were involved in the illusion created by those female corpses." Zhu Xingchen took a sip of water, and He Xian revealed to him the so-called "truth" he saw when he came back: " But the reality is not what you see, someone is leading you to believe this ridiculous hypothesis."

In fact, the little ghost was raised by Wan Yunhong, and the woman was also killed by him.He was also responsible for the heinous thing of eating babies.Even his wife and children were settled by him himself, not some little devil's backlash.Those hallucinations were indeed real.

But the only difference is that Zhu Xingchen knew that someone led him to do these things.Wan Yunhong is a nouveau riche real estate developer, so many years have been going smoothly, there is no such thing as his nonsense that his career did not go well at the beginning.Looking quite normal, Zhu Xingchen met him a few years ago. Wan Yunhong is not someone who will take a slant for a successful career.

He is just an ordinary local tyrant, rich but uneducated, he can only write his own name.After I have money, I think about getting married and having a bunch of children. It doesn't look like I have any abnormal IQ.

"Furthermore, although the things in his house are evil, they are not threatening to kill people. My investigation has been smooth and smooth. Some people deliberately lost music boxes and dolls at Wan Yunhong's house. I am really afraid that my IQ is not high enough. The suspicion that the investigation cannot go on." Zhu Xingchen said eloquently.

He Xian: "Then...why did this person do this?" He hadn't thought about it so deeply before, and he was a little suspicious of Zhu Xingchen when he came back from that lost paradise—why is the diary written by Zhu Xingchen?Why is the puppet in the diary also called Zhu Xingchen?And why...

"I...don't know yet." Zhu Xingchen suddenly reached out and rubbed his hair: "Can you tell me what happened to you before?"

So this is an inexplicable plea meeting?

He Xian has a heavy depression about this secret in his heart, but he just can't refuse the person in front of him, not to mention the fact that he confessed to himself just now: "I...since my grandma died and said Bar?"

He Xian and his grandmother depended on each other for life since he was a child. It is not easy to admit this fact, Zhu Xingchen said softly: "Tell me."

That’s right, He Xian was still working hard to make ends meet at that time, and he didn’t go home for several months, only his monthly salary would be transferred to his grandma’s card in time, and then his dad would take it out, I don’t know if it was Pay off the debt obediently, or go to gamble again.He Xian doesn't care, and he doesn't know what other meanings there are in life besides sending money to his family and filling himself with busyness.

Then one morning, he suddenly received a text message from the gambler's father, "Grandma is seriously ill, come back quickly, remember to bring money." He ran back with his card almost non-stop.

"Where's the money?" He Xian's father, He Wenjun, said the first thing when he opened the door.

He Xian: "Where's grandma?"

"In the back room."

He Xian rushed in, only to see the dying grandma.The moment he met his grandma's cloudy eyes, He Xian's limbs were all stiff.Last time he was not doing well, and he was dragged to the vegetable market.How come... like this?

He Wenjun folded his arms on the threshold and said, "Grass, tell her to give me the money and not give it to me. There are people dying on the left and right, and the money is not all left to me."

The money He Xian gave to grandma alone was for her to buy medicine.He flipped through the empty medicine box in the bedside table, anger burst out on his usually indifferent face: "Grandma's medicine is gone, why didn't you buy it for her?"

"She is old, what medicine does she take? I was chased and beaten by debt collectors, and she refused to give me any money. Why should I buy it for her? She deserves to be pissed off." He Wenjun tapped his ears disdainfully.