Fu Guanmo never came back, and there was no one else here.
Although Tong Mu felt weird, he still stood up.
"You are the murderer."
She looked at Yan Shigong and said this with certainty.
Yan Shigong curled his lips and said softly: "Actually, you should be the one standing here today, so you should jump down, right?"
Tong Mu looked at him expressionlessly. She had been pampered and raised since she was a child. It was impossible for her to be touched by others.
"Are you okay? Is your brain okay?"
The smile on Yan Shigong's face faded a little, and he looked at her with a bad look.
"You should thank her for helping you avoid this disaster."
Tong Mu pursed her lips, "How can you say that you are a psychopath so confidently? And you still shirk responsibility."
They also tried to deflect conflicts.
Tong Mu couldn't figure it out, she just thought it was very fantasy.
Yan Shigong's face slowly turned gloomy, and he looked unhappy.
"What is psychopathy? How many children do you think have normal mentality in the school?"
Tong Mu frowned, thinking of the highly specialized training in school and the criticism meetings after the monthly exams.
Ranking on the bulletin board, discrimination by classmates.
Everything is enough to make these immature children go astray.
"People have made you a psychopath, so go ahead and kill them! What are we doing here?!"
Yan Shigong paused, a crazy look on his face.
"Hahahaha, you are right."
He looked up to the sky and laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.
"I was the one who killed those people before. I deliberately induced them to jump from here."
"Do you know what gravity does when people fall from a height?"
"Muffled sound every second..."
"The blood exploded like fireworks, so beautiful."
"Everyone is frightened, disgusted, and sluggish, and those stupid teachers and school leaders will pay the price for it!"
If there is a revolution, there will be bloodshed and sacrifice. Yan Shigong's subconscious is to use the deaths of these classmates to get the school to change the rules.
After he said this, obsession appeared on his face.
No, it should be said that he has gone crazy, crazy for killing.
He looked at Xin Ya and his voice suddenly rose in pitch.
"Jump! Why don't you jump!"
Tong Mu also looked over and saw a trace of struggle on Xinya's face, and then took a step forward.
She still looked confused, but she seemed to be struggling between clarity and turbidity.
"No jumping!!!"
Tong Mu ran over and stood beside her.
Xinya raised one foot, but it still didn't move.
Yan Shigong looked at her mockingly, "Do you think you are the savior? If you want to blame her, blame her for being stupid. I originally wanted to attack you, a poor student, but who made her want to get involved?"
As he spoke, a trace of disgust flashed across his pale face.
"I hate people like you who have no self-awareness the most. You have poor grades and don't know how to please outstanding students."
Tong Mu: "..."
Her grades aren't bad either, right?
Isn’t this just a game, not a professional one?
Who did the bad students offend whom?
She has poor grades, so she has to please others...
"Everyone who pleases you must have been killed by you."
Yan Shigong smiled contemptuously, looking at her with undisguised disgust.
"It's useless to talk about this now, go to hell."
Tong Mu looked at him quietly, as if nightlight was flowing in her eyes, and stars were floating in the sky.
[Player Tong Mu, uses talent——Charm.]
[Advanced ghosts can be confused for ten seconds.]
[Cooling time: sixty minutes.]
In an instant, there was the sound of wind, noise, and screams.
I don't know when the downstairs was full of people, everyone was talking and the teacher was discouraging.
"Classmate, please don't jump!"
Yan Shigong looked at Tong Mu with surprise in his eyes.
Deep in my mind, there seemed to be magnetic poles rotating, and the blood flowed backwards and surged upwards.
In a place of nothingness and desolation, a grand fireworks display was set off.
When he came to his senses again, there was a cold knife stuck in his chest.
And on that end was Tong Mu's hand that was tightly held.
This was the first time she had killed someone with her own hands, but she was no stranger to it. This knife seemed to have been cut down before.
The person in front of me suddenly began to grow taller and older, and then turned into a gray-haired old man.
He looked at Tong Mu with a strange expression.
"Kid, I look forward to your growth."
This sentence drifted into Tong Mu's ears with the wind. She was stunned for a moment, watching the world fall off and be destroyed like a collapsed house.
When I woke up again, I was on the bed in the ward.
The cell phone kept ringing. It was a strange call, and Tong Mu quickly picked it up.
"Hello?"
"How are you?" Fu Guanmo's voice came from the other end.
Tong Mu calmed down and said warmly: "I'm fine, how about you? Why did you suddenly disappear just now?"
Fu Guanmo broke the silence and explained the matter to her.
As soon as the two exchanged information, they realized that each other had quit the game at different times.
Tong Mu whispered: "It's okay, good night~"
Fu Guanmo's tense expression instantly relaxed, and he curled his lips.
"Good night."
Just as I put my phone under the quilt, an inappropriate voice rang.
"Brother, who are you calling?"
It was already getting bright outside, and although it was very dark, Fu Guanmo could almost imagine how stupid Fu Chuan looked when he said this.
He closed his eyes and didn't want to say more.
"Take care of yourself."
As he said this, he added another sentence.
"When you wake up in the morning, pack your things and leave. Don't come here again."
Fu Chuan was furious, "I...I care about you!"
Fu Guanmo's sarcastic voice came from the other side, "You snore louder than a cow. Are you here to take care of me, or are you here to torture me?"
Fu Chuan suppressed what he wanted to say.
Snoring has always been a bad habit of his, and he was taught this by his wife many times at home.
Isn't this something that can't be changed?
Fu Chuan huddled aside aggrievedly and did not fall asleep until seven o'clock in the morning.
I was afraid that I would disturb Fu Guanmo again.
After Tong Mu hung up the phone, his WeChat account kept ringing.
When I opened it, I saw all the messages from Zhou Can.
【How are you?】
【Have you come out yet?】
[Reply a message if it’s safe.]
【What does that man have to do with you?】
【If you don’t say anything, I’ll come find you now.】
Tong Mu's eyes fell on the last sentence of the message. She paused and quickly replied.
【Be safe and have a good rest.】
Don't think so much. Why don't you sleep at this point?
The man on the other end had already put on his coat and drove out of the house.
In just two minutes, we were already on the main road.
Zhou Can and Mr. Zhou had gone down the mountain a long time ago, but they could never find a suitable time to visit.
The past is too abrupt, and it seems that Tong Mu is not taken seriously enough.
Of course Zhou Can doesn't want to.
He wanted everyone to know that Tong Mu was the wife of his matchmaker.
An unread text message suddenly popped up on the phone. Zhou Can glanced at it and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.