Nightmare Apostle

It's finally dawn.

In the bedroom of the villa, Yang Xiao suffered all night, not daring to close his eyes. He didn't know if it was psychological effect. As soon as he closed his eyes, he would see a ghost walking up the stairs in high heels.

Rubbing his red eyes, he walked over and opened the curtains, only to see a fish-belly white color in the east. It was only at this moment that Yang Xiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, pulled off his wig, kicked off his high heels, and fell on the bed exhausted.

After only taking a nap for less than an hour, Yang Xiao woke up. The villa area began to become popular. He walked into the bathroom and flushed his face with cold water. He took off his skirt and stockings. Yang Xiao put on his normal clothes. Go downstairs and walk out of the villa.

Near the gate of the villa, Yang Xiao spotted the familiar figure at a glance. Monk Wukong obviously saw Yang Xiao from a distance. Before Yang Xiao could walk in, he clasped his hands together in advance, putting on a pious look.

Yang Xiaoti was worried all night and felt angry, but he suppressed the attack and walked forward with a smile on his face and said: "Master Wu Kong, you secretly changed my mobile phone yesterday, you must give me an explanation today. "

"Amitabha, it's the poor monk's fault. The poor monk... took it wrong." Monk Wukong didn't panic, and his tone was sincere and calm.

Yang Xiao sneered, "Is it that simple?"

"Otherwise, what do the donors think?" After blinking his beautiful peach blossom eyes, Monk Wukong's expression turned out to be a little innocent.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Xiao saw that this monk was no ordinary guy, and he didn't want to be his enemy, so he continued to persuade him patiently: "Master Wu Kong, I don't like beating around the bush. If you have anything to say, please speak directly."

Monk Wukong recited the Buddha's name in a low voice and suddenly smiled, "Almsgiver Chu has a kind heart and promises a huge amount of gold. This poor monk really has something to say."

Yang Xiao suddenly became energetic and stretched out his hand to make a petition, "Master, please speak!"

"Yesterday the donor promised that if you and I meet again today, the donor will treat the poor monk to eat steamed buns."

As soon as Monk Wukong said these words, Yang Xiao was instantly stunned, but no matter what, he passed last night safely and it was worth celebrating.

At the breakfast shop on the street, Monk Wukong was in a good mood. He ate seven meat buns in a row, and his satisfaction was beyond words. Yang Xiao just drank a bowl of millet porridge. He looked at Monk Wukong opposite him from time to time, but after all he couldn't tell. The details of people.

Yang Xiao also changed his cell phone back, turned it on, and found nothing unusual, as if the other party had accidentally picked up the wrong one.

Before Yang Xiao could continue thinking, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was Wen Chongxian calling, asking them to come to the hotel immediately.

When Yang Xiao and the two arrived, three people were already standing outside the door of hotel room 9018. Lian Jin Shunche and Xuechun could not see any expression on his face. On the contrary, Wen Chongxian, who was squatting by the wall, had a collapsed face. It's red and has a slap mark.

"What's going on?" Yang Xiao asked almost routinely.

Lian Jinshun glanced at the useless Wen Chongxian and answered on his behalf: "Same as before, I can't contact anyone. Call her and the phone is ringing in the house."

After Lian Jinshun opened the door, a bloody smell hit his face. He covered his nose and walked in. Soon, he found Zhang Man's body on the bed.

The corpse was horrible to look at, with broken cheeks, twisted limbs, the abdomen and chest had been run over by wheels, the broken internal organs flowed out along the wounds on both sides of the body, and the only remaining left eye was wide open, as if he had seen it before he died. An extremely terrifying scene.

Zhang Man was wearing a blue dress, stockings, and high heels on one foot, but even so,

She's still dead.

After searching carefully around the room, I finally found the bloody high-heeled shoe mark by the window.

The shoe prints were on the raised stone steps under the window, located in the gap between the curtains and the windows. Everyone couldn't help but gasp when they saw this. This ghost was actually hiding behind the curtains.

There was also a high-heeled shoe dropped by the bed, which was the same pair as the one on Zhang Man's feet. Judging from the situation at the scene,

The ghost was hiding behind the curtains, and Zhang Man was attacked by the ghost the moment he opened the curtains, but...

Lian Jinshun looked out the empty window and fell into deep thought. Looking at Zhang Man's death state, it looked like he had been hit by a large truck, and... the truck rushed in from the window.

This is a ghost car.

Looking at Zhang Man's tragically dead body, everyone was silent for a moment, feeling sad that the rabbit had died and the fox had died. It seemed that their previous judgment had gone awry again. Dressing up as a man and a woman could not win the sympathy of the ghost, at least not by itself.

Wen Chongxian looked sad and almost resigned to his fate, "Those who can't run away, as long as they are chosen to live in these three haunted houses, one of the three will definitely die!"

Lian Jinshun scolded him to shut up, and then looked at Yang Xiao, discussing the next plan. According to what was decided yesterday, Lian Jinshun would go to check Wang Zhongli's residence today, while Yang Xiao would continue to go to the school to investigate.

Time was running out, so everyone set off quickly, but Wen Chongxian was left alone in the hotel. Now he is a burden.

On the way to school by taxi, Yang Xiao called the number of the female teacher in the archives room. The female teacher told him that he had contacted a female student from that year who was willing to tell the truth she knew and expose the evil deeds of Fei Yong and the others. .

Soon, the two parties agreed to meet in a cafe, and Yang Xiao rushed there with Monk Wukong.

An hour later, in the small private room of the cafe, Yang Xiao waited for a young woman wearing sunglasses. The woman was dressed in ordinary clothes. After sitting down, she put her hands under the table and twisted them together unnaturally. She spoke in a low voice and was obviously able to Seems a little reserved.

The woman claimed that her surname was Qin, and she was Fei Yong's deskmate at that time. The truth that Yang Xiao and others learned from her was even worse than they imagined. Fei Yong, Sha Meihui, Hu Yuan, and the others relied on their family's wealth and power to often stay in the house. Students were bullied in school, and Wang Zhongli was one of the victims. To some extent, he was also the worst one.

"Why do you say that?" Yang Xiao asked.

"His family is from out of town. He is usually taciturn. He is not very familiar with us classmates. Apart from going to class or going to the cafeteria to eat, he likes to stay alone in the dormitory. His homework is average, and the teacher doesn't pay much attention to him."

"There is no sense of existence, right?" Yang Xiao concluded.

"Yes." The woman surnamed Qin nodded, her tone getting weirder by the second, "That's why Fei Yong and the other three bullied him the most. Of course, there are other reasons for this. This Wang Zhongli...he is a little strange."

After a pause, the woman seemed to have made up her mind and gritted her teeth and said: "He likes to wear women's clothes, especially skirts. He often hides in the dormitory alone in front of the mirror and wears skirts, high heels, stockings, and Wigs, long wavy wigs for women.”

"We didn't know about it at first, until... until one day, I saw Fei Yong taking out a photo with a smile."