Chapter Eight Chapter 1

"No, here is ### Primary School?" The surgeon stunned, looking at the contempt: "Even if it is called Huazi, it will not go to school in such a ghost place."

"The moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground, raised his head and looked at the moon, bowed his head and thought of his hometown." There was a sound of reading in the room next to it, the sound was crisp, and the entrance of the bonus was at least dozens of people.

Poetry recitation.

"Where?" Conan Douer's eyes retracted from the several deserted houses opposite and looked at the sound.

After looking for a half -day, I finally saw the trace in the room in a corner. A female teacher walked around on the podium. Because she had a wall blocked, she couldn't see the elementary school students below.

Compared with the remaining dilapidated houses, it is a good house. Although the surrounding soil layers have faded a lot, the houses are still insisting, and there is no sign of collapse.

"Go, let's take a look." Yin Yan first walked up.

"The moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be on the ground cream, raising his head to look at the moon, and looking down at his hometown." The sound of reading in the house is still orderly, as if it was singing a rhyme song.

But when Yin Yan walked in slowly, his eyes were gazing, because he saw that the woman standing on the podium was so familiar.

Conan Dour also hurriedly followed the knee. When she saw the woman on the podium, she also stunned, and the incredible eyes stared at the woman.

The rest of the crowd also stunned one by one, as if they saw the unsolved mystery of the world, and their faces were full of doubts.

"What's going on? Lan Ting ... Why stand on the podium." The operating knife first opened.

That's right, that is Lan Ting who stands on the podium to recite poetry.

When the crowd was getting closer, they were scared one by one, because on the table below, there were no students at all, and the sound of Nanglang's reading was still continuously passed on, as if there were more than thirty more than thirty more than thirty

There are more than thirty students sitting on the empty seat recitation of poetry.

"Lan Ting, why are you in this place?" Conan Tonor shouted, but Lan Ting seemed to not notice them at all, and continued to recite.

His face was pale, his long hair was dispersed, blocking the facial features. He could not see any blood color.

"Mingyueguang in front of the bed is suspected to be on the ground, raising his head to look at Mingyue, and looking down at his hometown." Lang Lang's reading sound still did not stop because of their arrival, as if they did not exist.

But below was empty, only Lan Ting wandered around the classroom. More than thirty voices seemed to be made from her mouth.

Yin Yan first rushed up, pressed the index finger and middle finger in his right hand, pulled out one of her hair, and ignited with a lighter.

A slight smoke from the hair turned into a ghost face, suspended in the air, smirking at Yin Yan, as if mocking him.

"Lan Ting, you wake up quickly." Yin Yan's face was full of nervousness and care, and hurriedly shouted. But Lan Ting still read the poem when he did not exist, and there was a touch of his mouth with a touch of

Smile, it seems to be ridiculed.

"Wake up quickly." Yin Yan bit his fingers and forcibly pressed a blood fingerprint on her eyebrows.

The moment the blood was pressed, the room became silent in the room, and the sound of the reading of Langlang disappeared.

"Yin Yan?" Lan Ting's gentle voice sounded, and then softened, and she collapsed directly towards the ground.

He hurriedly caught his weak body, but he did not expect that he was cold and bitter.

"Dingling Bell, Ding Ling Bell!"

A crisp ringtone passed into their ears.

Yin Yanli looked up to alertly, and he found that the ringtone turned out from the back of the dilapidated house.

"Not good, let's go up." Yin Yan shouted and carried Lan Ting on his back.

Conan Douer had already rushed out of the house to find the source of the sound.

Yin Yan also hurried out, threw Lan Ting into the car, and quickly ran towards the bell.

When he ran through this dilapidated courtyard, he found that there was another new yard on the side of the courtyard. There were various basic facilities in the school. At this moment, several elementary school students were playing inside.

"Is it out of school?" Conan Dour frowned and rushed in hurriedly. He couldn't care about the blocking of the security guard at the door. There were special soldiers. They had the privilege that broke into anywhere.

It is just that the school standard of the school on the gate is gone.

"Where are your teachers?" Conan Douer asked one of the little girls who played.

"In the office."

"Oh, why don't you go home for dinner?"

"We don't eat." After that little girl said, she laughed with her five or six children.

"Don't eat?" Conan Douer stared for a moment, staring at them with both eyes: "What do you eat if you don't eat."

"We eat human meat." The little girl answered very proficiently, as if it was very good.

"Eat human flesh?" Conan Daor stared at the little girl: "Yin Yan, they gave it to you."

Yin Yan just ran over from the car, looked at a few children, nodded. She walked in front of a few children, and then smiled: "Who teaches you what you say?"

"It's a teacher. The teacher said that if someone asked him, I said that I was in the office. If we asked us why we didn't eat, we said we eat human meat."

"Well, it's so good." Yin Yan patted her head, and then smiled: "Hurry up and eat. Go late, but there is no rice to eat."

A few little girls ran away with a smile.

He raised his waist and saw that Conan Doro was about to push the door of the office.

"Stop, Conan Dour." Yin Yan shouted and hurried up.

But it was too late. Conan Doro's hands had pushed open the door. The squeaking sound seemed to be nail in a row of nails in his heart.

"Conan Douer, come out, hurry up." He shouted loudly, and then rushed up.

But still too late, a series of light flashed inside. The light was actually substantially. She hit the body of Conan Douer, and her body flew out. Finally, it fell on the playground.

I vomited a sip of blood.

"Gaggap, quack quack." There was a sharp laughter in the office. Yin Yan hurried up and opened the door of the office.

Bang Bang ...

The door of the office rippled back and forth a few times, and finally clicked a mouth, and it was completely unmoved. The black paint inside, no fingers were reached out.

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Yin Yan's hands moved twice, and a spell appeared in his hand. The yellow spell was burned with his movements, and the small room completely illuminated.

Two tables were grooming on the wall. The soil layer on the wall was peeled off, the table was covered with ashes, and there was no office supplies on the empty table. It was obvious that it was deserted for a long time.

"Not good, I am ambush." ​​Yin Yan cursed. He felt that this time he was really regarded as a chess piece, and he did it completely as others wanted to do it.

"Go to Luo Juan, our purpose is to protect Luo Juan." Yin Yan shouted, and at the same time, he pulled out quickly.

The surgical knife wanted to help Conan Dorol to rest in the car, but she said she refused to leave the team, insisted on standing up, and issued a order to give it: "Quickly search and see if you can find Luo Juan's trace."

After that, he first rushed to a classroom on the left hand, slamming the door.

Empty, no one.

"Bang!"

He opened a door again.

A little girl with a dirty girl was full of endless fear, staring at Conan Douer with both eyes, and the two eyes flashed with the light of the windows on the outside.

"Are you Luo Juan?" Conan Dour asked.

The little girl smiled slightly, and then said: "Yeah, I am Luo Juan. It's raining outside, I wait for my grandma to pick me up."

"Hurry up and go with me, your grandma is waiting for you at home, I will send you home."

"Okay, I'm going home with you." The little girl nodded, and then stepped up lightly. There seemed to be no sound.

A ray of sunlight outside the window came in, and the shadow of the black paint of the table and stool seemed to be painted on the ground. It looked shocking.

"Well? No?" When Conan Douer fell his gaze again on the little girl, he was frightened to take a breath.

Because he found that the little girl had no shadows, she was bare under her feet, and she had no shadow on the ground.

"You ..." She stepped back.

But this does not affect the steps that the little girl continues to move forward, slap, pop, so stable.

Conan Doro's eyes moved up again.

This time she was a little panicked because he found that the little girl's hair didn't know when it was gone, and the head was bare. Without the facial features, it was a layer of skin, clean skin, and it looked very well -maintained.

"You ... roll me." Conan Daor hurriedly pulled out the gun, and shot a mess in front of the girl with no facial features.

Bang Bang ... The sound of gunfire kept sounding.

But every time the gunfire sounds, the little girl will change one position. She doesn't see how she moves. It seems that Sun Wukong changes from one place to another.

"Sister, you take me away, you take me away. Haha, haha." The little girl's quaged laughter came one after another, as if the sound of the metal collision.

I feel that I am not his opponent, so I turn around and go out.

Bang.

An accidentally hit the wall behind her. She widened her eyes incredible, looking around the wall, hoping to find the door.

But what makes him strange is that there is any door behind him, just a bare wall.

"Not good, it's the enchantment again." Conan Daoer murmured himself, and the gun in his hand banged and shot, hoping to see the bullet fly out of a certain position.
To be continued...