Hell App - Chapter 109

The strange whispers have completely disappeared.

Bai Yan smelled a strong blood.

In fact, he felt something wrong when the boy was chatting with that person, because he also remembered that there was a wall next to the boy and there was no one to his right.

Sure enough, as the boy took apart the quilt and began to eat cotton, the faint smell of blood gradually permeated.

When the boy was eating cotton, he was constantly pumping, and even the saliva and stars splashed with a strong smell of blood.

In the end, the boy lost his perception of his surroundings in pain, and asked “Where did the bettor go” in confusion, but he heard clearly in plain words-that’person’, he was still in the dormitory and never left. !

“It hurts…it hurts…”

“Ghost… there is a ghost in the room…”

The boy gasped. He tried his best, but the sound from his throat didn’t wake anyone up.

Except for Bai Yan, everyone is asleep in dreams.

Listening to the boy’s death, Bai Yan couldn’t help but opened his eyes in the dark, and his little hand quietly stretched out the quilt, trying to find out about the boy.

However, as soon as Bai Yan opened his eyes, he saw a dazzling light-it was the light from a flashlight.

The flashlight only flashed for a moment, and then suddenly turned off.

The dazzling lights of Bai Yan’s eyes were soaked with tears, and the tears wet his face.

Under the cover of tears, Bai Yan’s eyes were blurred, but at this moment, he also saw an extra ‘person’ in the room.

The ‘person’ is now standing on top of his head, looking straight at him with a flashlight.

It really didn’t go!

Someone has already died, next…Is it my turn?

Bai Yan was soberly aware that he was being targeted by a ghost.

He tried his best to breathe smoothly, but he was still short of breath, his heart was beating hard, and the tears in his eyes did not stop.

At the same time, his cheeks were flushed, and there was a pure smile on his lips—a smile of joy that belonged to a child.

He did not cry out for help, waking up other students to share the pressure.

He just said nothing, and opened his eyes to meet the unknown fate.

“…”

Time passed in silence.

In the bedroom, the black hand can’t see five fingers, although Bai Yan’s night vision ability is exceptionally good, he can’t see anything.

Why am I still alive?

Is the ghost gone?

Just when Bai Yan was at a loss, a heavy object covered him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Almost instantly, his nose was enveloped by a strong smell of blood.

After a while, the sticky and choking liquid dripped on his body and soaked his pajamas.

All night, Bai Yan wondered what tricks the ghost was playing.

He tried to feel for the extra thing on his body with his hands, but his whole body was filled with lead, and he couldn’t lift a finger.

He finally understood that the ghost had not gone, it had walked from the bedside to his quilt, or in other words, there was a ghost on his quilt, making him immobile.

Knowing that he had encountered a ghost press, Bai Yan had no way to deal with it.

So, he kept his eyes open and waited alone in the dark until dawn.

When the first light shined through the curtains and into the dark bedroom, Bai Yan loosened his body and felt that the thing on his quilt was finally gone.

He blinked twice, adjusted to the not-so-bright light, and entangled him all night, and finally got the answer——

The extra thing on his body is a quilt.

To be precise, it was the quilt of the boy who died last night.

Bai Yan crawled out of the quilt and found that his pajamas were stained red and black, and his hands and feet were also covered with dried-up liquid, exuding an unpleasant **** smell in the air.

After a whole night of fermentation, the **** smell became rancid, and this smoky smell quickly woke up some children with sensitive noses.

These waking children saw the boy’s death, and soon began to yell and woke up other children who were still sleeping.

“Woo… The noise is dead, I want to go home! I want to go home…”

“Why is his body covered in blood? He must be a ghost! He must have been making trouble last night!”

“Teacher Ning! Dead! Help! Let us out, let us out quickly!”

“…”

For a time, the bedroom became a vegetable market.

All kinds of sounds mixed together, accompanied by the cry of collapse, making the dormitory feel like hell.

Because of the detective behavior of a certain child, many incapable children believed his words and believed that plain words were ghosts.

As a result, many children ran to the window shivering, and some hid under the quilt, thinking that they would not be killed by ghosts.

Some children who don’t like to sit and wait for death ran to the door and slammed the door with their small fists and yelled desperately.

While they were busy with each other, a few children who were as bold as Bai Yan joined the dead together.

They stared at the dead boy, and soon a girl tentatively stretched out her hand and touched the boy’s puffed belly.

She only touched it, and she stretched out as if bitten by something.

However, in a flash, she stretched out her hand and touched it again.

This time, she touched and said: “His belly is so soft!”

Speaking of this, the girl tilted her head and said with great certainty: “It’s softer than the bear doll in my house, why can his belly be so soft?”

Bai Yan also stood by and watched. Hearing what the girl said, he also reached out and touched the boy’s belly.

The boy’s death was extremely strange. His eyes were wide open, and his eyes were filled with pain and panic, but from the outside, his body was normal.

He has no arms or legs, all parts are on his body intact, there is no trace of trauma, and there is not even a drop of blood on his body.

However, unlike other normal limbs, his stomach is really big and scary. Even a pregnant woman who is pregnant with twins has a belly not as big as his.

“It’s really soft, like a bed of cotton stuffed into his stomach…”

Bai Yan touched the boy’s stomach and sent out the same emotion.

As soon as the voice fell, Bai Yan realized something.

Last night, after listening to the strange conversation between the boy and the ghost, the boy ate a lot of cotton under the instigation of the ghost.

So, the boy really died of eating cotton?

Think about it, cotton is something in the quilt and should not be eaten. Except for this stupid boy, he has never heard of anyone eating cotton.

Bai Yan nodded secretly, feeling that he had solved the case.

After eating a whole belly of cotton, it’s no wonder the boy’s belly is so soft.

When several other brave children were struggling to touch the boy’s belly, Bai Yan’s heart moved, and he thought of the quilt covered by the ghost.

The quilt pressed him all night and kept him immobile.

It’s dawn now, and the ghost should have left.

Seeing the shadow of the ‘human’ behind the curtains disappeared, Bai Yan dragged the blood-stained quilt away from his quilt and pulled the striker above with his hand.

The stitches of the children’s quilt were very weak, and he pulled the quilt completely apart.

In the quilt, most of the cotton has disappeared long ago, only a few pieces of red blood cotton are scattered in the middle, which is not eye-catching at all.

Bai Yan did not pay attention to the blood-stained cotton. He was attracted by the meat in the quilt.

The quilt was full of visceral debris mixed in a pile.

Bai Yan saw this for the first time, but he could instinctively tell where they were.

This is a fragment of the heart, this is a fragment of the kidney, this is a fragment of the stomach…

Bai Yan digs into the quilt with his hands, and all of them are this stuff.

At this time, he finally figured out why the smelly liquid flowed onto him last night, making him awake all night.

“He ate all the cotton in the quilt, so the stuff in his stomach was stuffed into the quilt… So that’s what the ghost thought.”

Bai Yan accepted this logic and didn’t think there was any problem with it.

Ning Xiuli was finally awakened when several bold children took turns rubbing and stepping on the boy’s stomach.

When she came out of the office, she cursed across the door.

But when she opened the door, unexpectedly there was no sound.

She stared at the tragic death of the boy, and when she recovered, she shook her hands and called and called a strong man.

The man pushed a flatbed cart. He dragged the boy’s body onto the cart, pushing the cart creaking away.

Ning Xiuli recovered until the sound of the flatbed truck was completely far away and could not hear at all, and she became acrimonious again, beating and scolding the children in the bedroom…

…

The boy’s death had a great impact on Ning Xiuli.

Although on the surface she was still venting her anger with the child, but Ning Xiuli knew that something had changed.

Compared with Lin Miaomiao who became a ghost, the boy’s death was more impactful. The blood-filled quilt made Ning Xiuli be as neurotic at night. She squeezed her quilt countless times before going to bed, for fear that it was also in her quilt. Hid something.

On the morning of the third day of school, Ning Xiuli was much haggard.

She looked at herself in the mirror with a sad face. Thinking of staying in school for another six years, Ning Xiuli twitched her lips, but couldn’t laugh at all.

She turned on the faucet and washed her face indiscriminately. Before the washing was finished, she felt a pee in her lower abdomen.

She quickly wiped her face with a towel, and quickly sat on the toilet before turning off the faucet.

Ning Xiuli felt relieved by the sound of splashing water.

Ning Xiuli solved her physical problem and inadvertently raised her head to look at the sink full of water.

As a result, as soon as she raised her head, she froze. In the stagnant water, a pale hand stretched out from the sink…