Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

    Xu Rendong really opened her mouth. In the days after that, the teammates who were killed by the hungry ghost became ghosts and came back to be scary again.

    Although Lian Qiao's fighting ability is excellent, but a ghost is easy to fight, and a group of ghosts are stretched. What's more, he has to spare one hand to hold Little Honeysuckle, which is equivalent to giving up half of his martial arts.

    Therefore, within four days, all teammates except Little Apple were dead.

    It's not that Lian Qiao prefers little apples, it's really that little apples are powerful, and a watermelon knife dances like a tiger-they have seen some other people besides hungry ghosts in the past few days new ghost. Such as the long-haired female ghost walking around holding her head, such as the vicious little girl hiding in the toilet and stealing your toilet paper. These ghosts are not as hard to fight as the Hungry Ghosts, and the watermelon knife can do real damage to them, so Apple is a big help.

    Lian Qiao found a rule: whichever ghost kills him, the next day he becomes a ghost. Unfortunately, this experience is useless. No matter whether he is a native ghost or a ghost that his teammates have turned into, anyway, if one kills the other, the Buddha Dharma will send it to the west.

    Good thing ghosts only appear at night. The daytime is basically peaceful, as long as you don't kill yourself.

    In these turbulent days, the little honeysuckle grew up day by day.

    Little Apple finally got used to the growth process of honeysuckle cracking and molting, but she still felt that Lian Qiao, who was looking forward to enjoying this process, was very abnormal. To be honest, the little honeysuckle does get better as it grows, but it is still too curious to crack once a day. Forgive her for not having a lover filter, I really can't accept it.

    On the sixth day, the dean touched Little Honeysuckle's head and said that he can go to school soon. The three were still confused, but the next morning, when the subtitle of "1999" appeared out of nowhere as usual, the three opened their eyes and were all stunned.

    Where the **** is this? !

    There are two big and one small, standing in the middle of the road with three faces, looking at the traffic around them and the congestion.

    The sound of the horns close at hand was so loud that it was quite rhythmic, as if scolding "idiot". The three of them looked at the bustling city where they were in a trance, and they all had an unreal feeling that they had not woken up.

    The driver closest to the three finally couldn't bear it anymore, jumped out of the car, pointed at the three and yelled: "What are you doing in the middle of the road! Are you driving on the road? Don't let people send children to school!"

    When Lian Qiao heard the word "child", he suddenly shuddered, pulled Little Honeysuckle and Little Apple, and walked quickly to the sidewalk.

    Little Honeysuckle was seven years old at this time, and she was running fast enough to reach Lian Qiao's waist. He is still childish, with baby fat on his face, but his heart is still that of a 28-year-old youth, so his eyes often show a calmness that does not match his appearance.

     Little Apple has not changed - except for the watermelon knife pinned to her waist, like a little sister who is ready to fight at any time.

    The two are still in a daze and in a trance.

    Lian Qiao looked around, suddenly pointed to the front and said, "Honeysuckle, is that your primary school?"

    Little Honeysuckle was taken aback and looked at the place where he pointed. The familiar school gate appeared in front of me, awakening many memories. He nodded involuntarily, a strange emotion welling up in his heart.

    It can't be said to miss, nor can it be said to exclude.

    If I had to describe it, it would be... empty.

    He grew up in a welfare center since he was a child. He is healthy and limbs, but no one is willing to adopt him, so he doubts himself and develops a withdrawn character. Now he knows that the dean's delay in letting others adopt him is waiting for Zhong Xiu to pick him up one day.

    —But at that time, he really always thought it was his own problem.

    He always felt that he had some kind of defect, which was different from other children who were missing arms and legs. Even the disabled were adopted. There must be something bigger in him, so no one wanted him.

    He also confided his inner confusion to the dean. Of course, the dean couldn't have told him about his mother's misery when he was seven or eight years old, so he had to be vague. From the dean's gentleness, he sensed something sensitively, so he was more sure of his conjecture.

    —he, no, worthy.

    But how to match?

    He doesn't know and no one can tell him.

    Therefore, the young Xu Rendong spent his precocious childhood in confusion and confusion.

    For six years in elementary school, he had no friends. For some reason, the children were all in awe of him. Over time, no one played with him anymore. The kind teachers saw that he was always alone and took special care of him. However, this kindness in turn misunderstood him. He thought that the dean must have told them something, so they would treat him specially.

    In retrospect, Xu Rendong has no impression of what happened in elementary school. Probably the brain screened the memory without authorization, and deleted those repressed and helpless times from the memory.

    The only thing he remembers is this school gate.

    …back to the present.

    Lian Qiao saw Honeysuckle in a trance, but as if he had not yet reacted from the scene change, he rubbed his hair and smiled: "It's normal to change the map. Tired of it, change the place and see if there are any clues."

    Little Honeysuckle came back to her senses and made a sound of "um".

    So Lian Qiao and Little Apple walked on both sides of Honeysuckle, protecting him across the road. On the road in 1999, there were not so many sedans, but more bicycles and pedestrians. Nevertheless, this is the world in an elevator after all, and who knows if there will be any ghosts on the road.

    The two fears did not come true. At this time, it was about the rush hour of school, and the adults and children were in a hurry on the road, and they didn't care what these three people were doing. Lian Qiao led Xiao Rendong to the school gate, and was about to enter, but was stopped by the pupils at the gate.

    "Wait! Where's your red scarf!" The little boy came up to him, with two bars on his arms, he seemed to be a young pioneer cadre.

    Even Qiao and the three were stunned for a moment, and then they remembered that elementary school students wear red scarves to school. The two adults looked at each other, slightly embarrassed.

    Honeysuckle is more into the play. He said sincerely to the little cadre: "I'm sorry, I forgot to bring it."

    The junior cadre asked: "What's your name, which class?"

    Honeysuckle reported the class number in her memory, and the junior cadre took it seriously in the notebook, and then said, "Don't forget it in the future! If you don't wear a red scarf, your class will be deducted!"

    These childish words made the three of them laugh. Even Qiao and Xiao Apple recalled their elementary school days, but it was Ren Dong, who laughed and laughed, but failed to evoke more memories.

    The three of them were about to continue to walk in, when the small cadre squinted and stopped again: "Hey! What are you doing?"

    The three were stunned. Lian Qiao said, "Send him to school."

    The cadre said: "Parents are not allowed to come in."

    Lian Qiao was taken aback. At this time, a young female teacher came over from the other side of the school gate, looking very gentle, she asked the small cadre: "What's wrong?"

    The cadre told the truth. The female teacher said to Lian Qiao and the two: "The child has been delivered, the two parents, please go back! Our school does not allow parents to come in. This is also for the safety of all students."

    Lian Qiao frowned. Little Apple unnaturally hid the watermelon knife on his waist back, and said with a smile: "Uh, can you be accommodating? Our child is going to school on the first day today. We are afraid that he will not adapt..."

    Me, us, home?

    Who is with whom?

    Seven-year-old Little Honeysuckle narrowed her eyes and glared at Little Apple unhappily. Little Apple knew that she had touched the honeysuckle scale again, and quietly stuck out her tongue.

    The female teacher said: "That won't work either. Rules are rules. Except for the open day of the parents' meeting, parents are not allowed to enter the campus at other times."

    She was firm and did not give in at all. The three of them stood still at the school gate.

    Soon, the two security guards in the security booth also came over and asked the female teacher what happened.

    Before the female teacher finished speaking, Lian Qiao said coldly, "I must go in."

    The female teacher is helpless: "This parent, why are you unreasonable..."

    Seeing that Lian Qiao would not listen to the two security guards, one went back to the guard booth to pick up the phone to call the police, and the other took out a rubber roller and stared at him.

    And even Joe has put his hand into the backpack, ready to do it at any time.

    Lin Dong felt that there was no room for change, afraid that Lian Qiao's chaos would trigger the death condition, so he gently pulled Lian Qiao's sleeve, signaling him not to act rashly.

    Little Apple looked at the security guard anxiously, then looked at Lian Qiao, and persuaded softly: "Forget it, let's wait and see what happens."

    Lian Qiao glanced at her displeasedly. Those eyes were so sharp that they made Little Apple shudder.

    —He will kill.

    That look gave her the feeling.

    Seeing that Lian Qiao refused to step back, Ren Dong had no choice but to use his trump card. He hugged Lian Qiao's arm, stood on tiptoe, blushed and whispered:

    "Dad."

    Lian Qiao was shocked. The frosty air from head to toe dissipated instantly.

    "You, you..." Lian Qiao stared at him in disbelief, his whole body suddenly like a shrimp fished out of a hot pot, red from the tip of his tail to the tip of his hair.

    Little Honeysuckle also blushed. He gently pulled Lian Qiao's arm, and when he bent down, he whispered in his ear, "Don't make trouble, be good."

    Lian Qiao: "Um...um..."

    What more could he say!

    The sound of "Dad" made even Joe's bones brittle. He never thought that the honeysuckle would still be able to play this kind of play?

    Lian Qiao's whole heart was soaked in the spring water, and he was in a trance. It was not until the female teacher walked into the campus holding Ren Dong's hand that he reacted and shouted at the little back: "Honey Winter—"

    Little Honeysuckle looked back: "Huh?"

    Lian Qiao wanted to tell him to be careful, but he quickly thought, how can he be careful as a seven-year-old child?

    So Lian Qiao took off the mountaineering bag behind him and threw it towards the campus: "You forgot your schoolbag!"

    Little Honeysuckle watched the giant mountaineering bag about the same height as him flying towards him, her face paled with fright, and she quickly stepped back. Fortunately, the female teacher was in charge and took the lead in catching the backpack, avoiding the tragedy of Ren Dong being crushed to death by Lian Qiao's love on the spot.

    Little Honeysuckle recovered from the fright and yelled angrily at Lian Qiao: "Can you be steady!"

    Lian Qiao: "Cough, cough..." He coughed twice with a blushing face, and he realized how stupid that move was just now.

    I can't help it, I can't move my mind. Isn't it to blame Ren Dong himself? It's okay what's your name daddy!

    Therefore, the two watched Little Honeysuckle walk into the campus and disappeared into the corner of the teaching building.

    Xiao Apple was uneasy: "Can he do it alone..."

    Lian Qiao sighed: "It's okay. It can't really kill the whole school, can it?"

    Little Apple: "???" So you took out the crowbar just now to kill the school? !

    "Let's go." Since Lian Qiao let go, he no longer turned around and walked towards the road.

    Xiao Apple chased after him with a head full of question marks: "Where are you going? Don't you stay here and wait for him to finish school?"

    "It's still a long time before school is over, and we won't be able to get in anyway." Lian Qiao stood at the crossroads, looking around, his eyes swept around like a sniper scope, "We might as well take advantage of At this time, explore this place well. Maybe you can find new clues."