delicate flowers and weeds

Chapter 42 Race against time

Tang Hua managed to get to the school, but he didn't find Fei Cao after searching around.

He looked at the time, it was just 7 o'clock, and he called Fei Cao a few times, but no one answered.

Facing the rising sun, Tang Hua stood in the garden, breathing unevenly.

Fei Cao was riding a small electric motorcycle, against the wind, her feet rustled, and her trouser legs bulged.

He was almost wearing the stars and the moon, soaked in the humidity of the alternation of day and night, wiped his face, it smelled of damp, and his hands were wet with moisture.

The red dot finally landed on an old deserted grave.

This place was a school a few years ago. After it was abandoned, several developers took turns to take it over. There were more or less accidents, and it was also an evil door. In those two years, Taoist priests and monks lined up to come.

They all said that too many people died here, and it was too dark.

Those who do business must pay attention to these gods and gods, so they finally resold them to the cemetery and started the business of dead people.

It added a lot of color to the "Top Ten Horror Legends in Nancheng", and also brought two small anchors who are supernatural and terrifying to the fire.

Thanks to this, the desolation here is terrifying.

Even the sun has given up here, and the sun can't penetrate it.

When the sky was at the boundary between light and dark, Fei Cao turned his head and could see a few rays of dawn in the far east, but the light had not yet faded, and his eyes were completely dark.

Even the mobile phone in his hand turned on twice, turned off the screen, and shut down.

Fei Cao's footsteps didn't stop, his expression was cold in the darkness, and the hostility between his brows was almost frozen.

He plunged into a forest, quite like a few years ago, Mr. Fei went through the crowd in reverse.

Fei Cao's eyesight in the dark is sharper than that of ordinary people, but even so, she was caught by the ubiquitous trees and trees, scratched her coat, and left bloodstains on her white skin.

His expression didn't change, and he didn't even slow down his steps, as if the blood that was bleeding wasn't his own.

At the forefront, there is a very old building, which belongs to the one that is about to be labeled as an "illegal building" when it is pulled outside.

It is dilapidated, built with bricks, and it doesn't look very strong anymore.

Outside the house, there are some miscellaneous old rags piled up together.

It is the gravekeeper's hut.

Fei Caomao stepped forward, arched his body to avoid stepping on fallen leaves and branches, he even took off his shoes to minimize the possibility of making noise, and then walked under the window.

He is tall, and it is not comfortable to curl up like this. From this angle of squatting, he can still see layers of cobwebs knotted on the corners of the eaves.

The sound insulation of the old house is not very good.

There seemed to be two people talking in the room.

A voice trembled: "What should I do? That brat seems to have found me."

Another voice was a bit heavy: "Hahaha, then play with him."

The one asked: "How to play?"

Thick answer: "When he warned, he cut off his tongue; when he started, he chopped off his hands; when he threw away the wine, he soaked his body in alcohol."

The wind blew past, whizzing past with some coldness.

Fei Cao was keenly aware of what was wrong.

At this time, a voice came from behind: "Little brat, how many lives have you prepared to play with us?"

Fei Cao turned her head abruptly.

Zhang Guiduo was standing there.

Both voices came from him alone, opening and closing, repeating again, sweeping like sticky poisonous snakes:

"Quack, how many lives have you prepared to play with us?"

But Fei Cao smiled and said softly, "I got you."

His reaction was really out of the ordinary.

Changing from a squatting posture to a standing posture, Fei Cao is a bit taller than the slightly hunched Zhang Guiduo. His eyes are squinted, his pupils are as black as abysses, unlike the time at the restaurant where dangerous flowers bloomed in an instant. .

Zhang Guiduo showed a bit of tyrannical desire. When he spoke, the two voices combined, evil and cold, normal people would get goose bumps just by listening to it.

"Fun, interesting."

Fei Cao stood there, it didn't look like she was confronting a murderer, her whole body was calm and cold.

His face did not change, and his tone was firm: "You remember everything."

Every villain loves to brag about everything he does.

It's not that they don't know the truth of "the villain dies because of talking too much".

Rather, the characters we call "villains" are somewhat pathological, hungry for approval, and at certain moments more expressive than ever.

Zhang Guiduo's eyebrows were fierce, and when he smiled, the scar seemed to move, making it even more terrifying, like an evil ghost seducing the soul.

He said, "Yes, I do."

"I remember when I killed someone, and I remember when the blood splattered on me."

He pointed at his temple, looking crazy: "I did it all, I am sober, I don't remember everything at all."

Fei Cao said, "You don't have three personalities."

Zhang Guiduo smiled, and shrugged: "Yes, never. Me, only 'I' and 'we', the third personality, it's just a fake, a lie."

He opened his hands, his face full of enjoyment:

"Man is such a wonderful thing. As long as you pretend to be kind and innocent, they will forget how vicious you were, and how much blood you had on your hands. Therefore, the entanglement and pain belong to them, and they live. be mine."

"People are like this. They always hope to redeem and reform a murderer. They hope that the villain will be good. It seems that only when 'we' become like this, they will care about why 'we' become like this."

He showed a bloody smile, seductively, and curled his fingers:

"Come on, little thing, didn't you say you could smell me?"

"I know, you and I are of the same kind, aren't you?"

"Come, follow me. After a hundred years, we will become legends. Look at me, I can easily play with them in the palm of my hand. At that time, everyone will remember me. Remember that I am famous and famous. Kill so Many people have escaped the sanctions, and they are free in the world, you see..."

Before he finished speaking, Fei Cao grabbed his hand, and a small flying knife brushed past and stabbed into his leg.

Facing the dim light, he could see the boy's expression, which was expressionless.

Blood was also dripping on Fei Cao's hand, at this time he looked extraordinarily cold, very cold.

Zhang Guiduo laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha..."

Fei Cao's movements were very nimble, and Zhang Guiduo was trampled under his feet in two or three strokes.

He took out the rope from the side and tied the opponent like a pig, with the knife in his mouth.

After finishing all this, Fei Cao spat out the knife in his hand:

"I'm not like you."

"Only a bastard like you can get pleasure from torturing the weak."

"That's what makes me different from you."

After doing all this, Fei Cao picked up the other party, like picking up trash, the other party's face was already flushed, obviously due to the sequelae caused by difficulty in breathing.

The small throwing knife nimbly rotated around his fingertips a few times, and at the end it just touched Zhang Guiduo's eyeball, and if it was an inch deeper, it would be able to pierce it directly.

Fei Cao said lightly: "Gouged out my eyes?"

He spoke very softly and slowly, but for some reason, Zhang Guiduo could hear a killing intent from it, and his scalp was numb from top to bottom.

The man in front of him, who looked like he was underage, really wanted to kill him!

Tang Hua ran from east to west on the campus, all the while on the phone.

He felt his right eyelid twitch very quickly.

Until it hits "Maitreya Buddha".

"Maitreya Buddha" taught him with a tiger face: "Hey, you child, why don't you look at the road when you walk? Why are you walking in such a hurry... Hey, aren't you that Tang Hua from class 1? At this point, there is no class, just hang around here What are you doing here and there?"

Tang Hua lowered his eyelids and pretended to be good. After running for too long, the tendons on his neck turned purple and bulged, his skin became whiter, which became more obvious, and his forehead was also glistening with sweat.

"Sorry, teacher, I'm looking for Fei Cao."

"Fei Cao," Maitreya Buddha thought for a while, "That kid sent me a text message last night, saying that he had something to ask for leave, and he didn't say anything when he asked him... Hey, I haven't finished talking yet, why are you running away? ?”

Tang Hua had already run away, and shouted from a distance: "Teacher, I have something to do, please take a leave."

Maitreya Buddha looked at the spot until his back turned into a point and could no longer be seen.

Sighing for a long time: "These two are still at the same table, what are they doing!"

Tang Hua made a phone call while running, this time to "Ruyi Building".

The person who answered the phone was yesterday's lead sister, with a very sweet voice: "Hello, dear guest, this is Ruyi Building, which provides food ordering, exhibitions..."

Tang Hua cut to the chase: "Send me the home address of your waiter with the scar on his face."

The leading sister was a little embarrassed: "Uh, customer, we can't disclose the privacy of employees..."

Tang Hua interrupted with an urgent voice: "Say it quickly, if you don't say it, I will let everyone know that your restaurant hired a murderer who killed more than a dozen people, and I will see who will go to dinner then."

The leader's face was sweating, and he spoke incoherently: "Wait... wait a minute, I'll discuss it with the boss."

Tang Hua: "At most 10 minutes, send it to my mobile phone."

After speaking, he hung up directly.

He went straight to the gate of the campus, saw a taxi, opened the door and got in the car, all in one go.

The car actually belongs to someone else.

Jiang Gaohan looked at the phone, confused and furious: "Fuck, who dares to steal my car."

The taxi driver also looked helpless: "This passenger, this car was ordered by someone else on the software. If I don't report the last four digits of my mobile phone, I can't confirm it."

Tang Hua saw the QR code on one side and scanned it neatly.

"Drip, 5000 yuan has been successfully credited to the account."

The receipt reminder of the WeChat software sounded immediately.

Tang Hua asked: "Can it be opened now?"

The helplessness on the driver's face was fleeting: "Come on, where are you going?"

A text message from a stranger came immediately, it was an address.

After Tang Huazhao read it, he didn't say a word.

Jiang Gaohan was left far behind by the car, and he frowned: "Tanghua? Did I read it wrong? How could Tanghua be here at this point, and still snatch my car?"

He then waved to stop a car and gave orders to the driver: "Follow the car in front."

As for what to do in the first place, it was completely forgotten.

By the way, what was he going to do?

Ah, it was Chen Yunjiao who cried every day, saying that she couldn't stay in the hospital anymore, and wanted him to pick her up and leave the hospital...

The exhaustion after the exercise gradually flooded up, and the driver in front was still rambling: "Little classmate, this is the most remote cemetery in Nancheng, what are you doing there?"

Tang Hua didn't have the energy to answer him.

His heart is full of grass now.

Fei Cao, please wait for me, don't do anything you regret.