Chapter 109

The strange whispers had completely disappeared.

Bai Yan smelled a strong smell of blood.

In fact, he felt something was wrong when the boy was chatting with that person, because he also remembered that there was a wall next to the boy and no one on his right.

Sure enough, as the boy opened the quilt and began to eat cotton, a faint smell of blood gradually spread.

The boy kept gasping while eating cotton, and even his saliva splashed with a strong smell of blood.

In the end, the boy lost his sense of the surroundings due to the pain, and asked confusedly, "Where did the bettor go?", but Bai Yan heard it clearly - that 'person', he was still in the dormitory and had not left!

"It hurts... It hurts..."

"Ghost... There is a ghost in the room..."

The boy panted, he used up all his strength, but the sound squeezed out of his throat did not wake anyone up.

Except Bai Yan, everyone was sleeping in a dream.

Bai Yan listened to the boy's death and couldn't help but open his eyes in the dark. His little hand quietly stretched out the quilt, trying to find out the boy's situation.

However, as soon as Bai Yan opened his eyes, he saw a dazzling light - that was the light from the flashlight.

The flashlight flashed for only a moment, and then it was turned off abruptly.

Bai Yan's eyes were filled with tears, and the tears wet his face.

Under the cover of tears, Bai Yan's eyes were blurred, but at this moment, he also saw a "person" in the room.

The "person" was now standing above his head, holding a flashlight and looking at him straight.

It really didn't leave!

Someone has died, the next one... is it my turn?

Bai Yan was extremely clear that he was being stared at by a ghost.

He tried his best to slow down his breathing, but he was still breathing rapidly, his heart was beating hard, and the tears in his eyes did not stop.

At the same time, his cheeks were flushed, and there was an innocent smile on his lips - a child's, full of joy.

He did not shout for help and wake up other students to share the pressure.

He just kept silent and opened his eyes to welcome the unknown fate.

"..."

Time passed in silence.

The dormitory was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you. Although Bai Yan's night vision was exceptionally good, he couldn't see anything.

Why am I not dead yet?

Did the ghost leave?

Just when Bai Yan was confused, a heavy object covered him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Almost instantly, his nose was shrouded by a strong smell of blood.

All night, Bai Yan wondered what the ghost was doing.

He tried to feel for the extra things on his body with his hands, but his whole body was like lead, and he couldn't even lift a finger.

He finally understood that the ghost didn't leave. It walked from the head of the bed to his quilt, or in other words, there was a ghost pressing on his quilt, making him unable to move.

Knowing that he was suffering from sleep paralysis, Bai Yan had no way to deal with it.

So, he kept his eyes open and waited alone in the dark until dawn.

When the first beam of light shone through the curtains into the dark dormitory, Bai Yan felt relaxed and felt that the thing pressing on his quilt was finally gone.

He blinked twice and adjusted to the not-so-bright light. The question that had been bothering him all night was finally answered-

The extra thing on him was a quilt.

To be precise, it was the quilt of the boy who died last night.

Bai Yan crawled out of the quilt and found that his pajamas were dyed red and black, and his hands and feet were covered with liquid that had long dried up, emitting an unpleasant bloody smell in the air.

After a whole night of fermentation, the bloody smell became rancid, and this pungent smell soon woke up some children with sensitive noses.

These awakened children saw the boy's death and soon began to shout and wake up other children who were still asleep.

"Woo woo... Nao Nao is dead, I want to go home! I want to go home..."

"Why is he covered in blood? He must be a ghost! He must have eaten Nao Nao last night!"

"Teacher Ning! Someone is dead! Help! Let us out, let us out quickly!"

"..."

For a while, the dormitory was as noisy as a vegetable market.

Various voices mixed together, accompanied by the collapse of the crying, making the dormitory like purgatory.

Because of a child's detective-like behavior, many children who had no thinking ability believed him and thought that Bai Yan was a ghost.

So, many children ran to the window and shivered, and some hid under the quilt, thinking that they would not be killed by ghosts.

Some children who didn't like to sit and wait for death ran to the door and waved their little fists and banged on the door desperately, shouting at the top of their voices.

While they were busy, a few children as bold as Bai Yan came together to the dead.

They stared at the dead boy, and soon, a girl tentatively reached out her hand and touched the boy's bulging belly.

After just one touch, she felt as if something had bitten her hand, and she pulled it back in fear.

This time, she touched it and said, "His belly is so soft!"

At this point, the girl tilted her head and said with great certainty, "It's softer than the teddy bear at home. Why is his belly so soft?"

Bai Yan was also standing nearby and watching. Hearing what the girl said, he also reached out and touched the boy's belly.

The boy's death was extremely strange. His eyes were wide open, full of pain and fear, but from the outside, his body was normal.

He had no missing limbs. All parts were intact on his body. There was no sign of external injury, and there was not even a drop of blood on his body.

However, unlike other normal limbs, his stomach was really scary. Even pregnant women with twins did not have such a big stomach.

"It's really soft, like a quilt of cotton stuffed into his stomach..."

Bai Yan touched the boy's stomach and expressed the same emotion.

As soon as the voice fell, Bai Yan realized something.

Last night, listening to the strange conversation between the boy and the ghost, the boy ate a lot of cotton at the instigation of the ghost.

So, the boy really died from eating cotton?

Come to think of it, cotton is something in the quilt, it should not be eaten. Except for this stupid boy, he has never heard of anyone eating cotton.

Bai Yan nodded secretly and felt that he had solved the case.

After eating a whole belly of cotton, it's no wonder that the boy's stomach is so soft.

When the other brave children were vying to touch the boy's stomach, Bai Yan's heart moved, and he remembered the quilt covered by the ghost.

The quilt pressed him all night, making him unable to move.

Now it was dawn, and the ghost should have left.

Seeing that the "human" figure behind the curtain disappeared, Bai Yan pulled the blood-stained quilt away from his quilt and pulled the front line on it with his hand.

The stitches of the children's quilt were not strong, and he pulled the quilt completely apart with a strong pull.

Most of the cotton in the quilt had disappeared, and there were only a few pieces of red blood cotton, scattered in the middle, which was not eye-catching at all.

Bai Yan didn't pay attention to the blood-stained cotton. He was attracted by the meat in the quilt.

The quilt was full of internal organs mixed together.

Bai Yan saw this for the first time, but he could instinctively tell which part they were from.

This is a fragment of the heart, this is a fragment of the kidney, this is a fragment of the stomach...

At this time, he finally figured out why there was a fishy liquid flowing on his body last night, making him unable to sleep all night.

"He ate all the cotton in the quilt, so the things in his stomach were stuffed into the quilt... So this is what the ghost thinks."

Bai Yan accepted this logic and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

When several daring children took turns rubbing the boy's stomach, Ning Xiuli was finally awakened.

She came out of the office and scolded him through the door.

But when she opened the door, there was unexpected silence.

She was speechless at the tragic death of the boy. When she came to her senses, she called a sturdy man with shaking hands.

The man pushed a flatbed cart, dragged the boy's body onto the cart, and pushed the cart away with a squeak.

Ning Xiuli recovered only when the sound of the flatbed truck was completely gone and could no longer be heard. She became bitter and domineering again, and beat and scolded the children in the dormitory at will...

The boy's death had a great impact on Ning Xiuli.

Although on the surface she still took her anger out on the child as usual, Ning Xiuli knew that something had changed.

Compared with Lin Miaomiao who turned into a ghost, the boy's death was more impactful. The quilt full of blood made Ning Xiuli like a neurotic at night. She pinched and hit her quilt countless times before going to bed, fearing that something was hidden in her quilt.

On the morning of the third day at school, Ning Xiuli looked much more haggard.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her face full of sorrow. Thinking of staying in school for another six years, Ning Xiuli pulled the corners of her mouth, but she couldn't smile.

She turned on the faucet and washed her face carelessly. Before she finished washing, she felt a burst of urine in her lower abdomen.

She wiped her face with a towel in a hurry, and sat on the toilet without even turning off the faucet.

Ning Xiuli felt relieved by the sound of running water.

Ning Xiuli was solving her physiological problem and inadvertently looked up at the sink full of water.

As soon as she looked up, she froze. A pale hand stretched out from the sink in the water...