Xinhao entered the dormitory building, went up to the second floor and found his dormitory. There was no lock on the door. In addition to a teacher's office, there was only someone in the dormitory where Xinhao was in. It was not worth locking the door. Moreover, Xinhao did not bring a key when he left, so the lock naturally hung on the door.

Xinhao pushed the door open and there was no one in the dormitory for only three or four days, and there was a strange smell in the room. Xinhao held his breath and opened the door and window to ventilate. After waiting for the smell in the room to dissipate, Xinhao turned out the Qiankun bag that Baiyi gave him under his pillow.

Xinhao walked to the balcony with Qiankun bag and suitcase, closed the balcony door, and opened the Qiankun bag. Before opening it, Xinhao deliberately opened a certain distance from Qiankun bag.

Then with a "swoosh", the suitcase entered the Qiankun bag. Xinhao quickly closed the bag again and tied it with a rope, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Xinhao opened the balcony door and thought about putting the Qiankun bag on it. It would be impossible to carry it on him. If something happened to him and someone caught him, the Qiankun bag would become someone else's dowry.

But where is it better? Xin Hao thought about it carefully and couldn't think of any good place to hide things for a while.

Xinhao glanced casually and saw two rows of radiators placed in the dormitory. The radiators were placed on both sides of the bed and were covered by the bed, which was a good place.

Xinhao nodded, found a ragged cloth in the room, wrapped the Qiankun bag, and stuffed it into the crack in the radiator.

Xinhao nodded, walked around the dormitory, thought for a while and had nothing missing. He closed the door, went downstairs, and headed straight to the gate. After Xinhao left, a man came, a woman, wearing a red zipper dress, with her hair tied up, and high heels on her feet, and came to the dormitory building. The old man was squinting his eyes and basking in the sun, and suddenly a red color appeared in his eyes. The old man quickly opened his eyes: "Oh, Teacher Hong, you are a rare guest, why did you think of this coming? What a problem with the student?"

"There are indeed some questions, Mr. Xu, I will ask you something, you must answer me truthfully." Hongyue squatted in front of Old Xu's head, and a fragrance came to her face.

Old Xu raised his nose, thinking that it was so fragrant, and slowly stopped his hand that shook the fan. Old Xu opened his eyes and looked at Hongyue: "Tell me, as long as it is the old man, I will know everything."

"Okay, Mr. Xu, have you seen a student in our class just now, that is, a student wearing a black windbreaker, with a buzz cut and a darker skin color? I wonder if you have seen it." Hongyue smiled and said to Lao Xu. Lao Xu was just scenting the fragrance, so how could he hear Hongyue's words?

"Old Xu, are you listening to me?" Hongyue looked at Old Xu's head with a look of enjoyment. She knew that the old guy didn't listen to him, so she leaned forward and looked at Old Xu with a smile.

"Ah!" Old Xu shouted, almost falling off the stool. He was just holding his nose and smelling it. A scent of fragrance mixed with a yin and cold aura rushed towards him. It would be fine if there was a yin and cold aura, but there was a trace of intention in the yin and cold aura, which was very obvious. This murderous intent was aimed at Old Xu. Old Xu had never experienced these things, and he was suddenly confused and almost sat on the ground.

"Let me ask again, have you seen the student I just mentioned?" Hongyue was still smiling at Old Xu, but in Old Xu's eyes, she was no longer a beautiful and charming teacher, but a demon who had just walked out of the pile of dead people.

"See, I've seen him. He just left, and now I don't know where he is going." Old Xu stammered and confessed Xin Hao. He didn't expect to die here without understanding.

"Very good." After Hongyue said this, the person disappeared. Old Xu was wondering, what was playing this? Will he become a living person?

Xinhao naturally didn't know that he said hello to Mr. Long. After leaving the campus, he found that the car had already left. Fortunately, there were quite a lot of taxis nearby. Xinhao got another car and got into the car and told the driver to drive quickly. The driver was very easy to talk to and was also a racing player. As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the car rushed out.

After driving for a while, Xinhao regretted asking the driver to drive so fast. Now he felt a breath rushing up in his throat. Xinhao pressed the breath hard so that he would not let his overnight meal come out of his stomach. He had enough of this car. Although he wanted to stop, his mouth could not be opened. The consequences of opening it were unimaginable. Xinhao had no choice but to endure it and wait until he arrived at the military hospital.

A gust of cold wind blew in the car for no reason. After the cold wind, a woman appeared next to Xinhao. She was not someone else, but Hongyue, who almost scared Lao Xu, just now, was still thinking about how the red moon disappeared in the school.

After Hongyue appeared, he patted Xinhao on the shoulder. Xinhao turned his head and the pores on his body were opened. It was really raining all night long. What's wrong with it? Xinhao didn't suppress his breath for a while, and he felt the anger suddenly come into his mouth and rushed out of his mouth. With a "puff", Hongyue's clothes were colorful. Hongyue, a girl, has loved to clean since she was a child, and she has never experienced this. When her eyes turned red, the tears fell.

Xinhao panicked: "Sorry, Sister Hongyue, the driver is driving a little faster. My stomach is overwhelming and it is already uncomfortable. When you scare me, I didn't hold it back for a while, and they all came out. Let me change your clothes." The car had already stopped at this time. In fact, the driver stepped on the brakes when Hongyue appeared in the car. In fact, most of the reasons are also blamed for the driver. The driving is unstable, stopping and stopping, and the last brake is the last time that Xinhao opened his mouth. When he opened the car, Xinhao was going to the clothing store to buy clothes for Hongyue.

"No need, save your energy. I had something to do with you, but now it seems that I will be next time." After Hongyue finished speaking, she disappeared into the car, leaving the driver and Xinhao looking at each other.

The place where Hongyue appeared again was in Hengshui's house. Hongyue took a shower, changed her clothes, sat on the sofa in her room, sitting blankly, with two lines of tears quietly sliding down her face, falling on the floor, making a ticking sound.

I won’t mention Hongyue’s matter for now. I have to worry about it later. Let’s talk about Xinhao when I come back. Seeing that the distance is not far, Xinhao gave the driver some money and more money. I just vomited a lot of filth in my car, so I naturally had to clean it.

After sending the taxi driver, Xinhao walked slowly towards the military hospital along the sidewalk, and also looked at the scenery of Hengshui. Although Hengshui is between third- and fourth-tier cities, after entering the 21st century, Hengshui has developed rapidly and has now become comparable to second-tier cities. However, there is really little greening around it. Xinhao thought about the fact that when he ran to the Public Security Bureau before, the street was a bit like that.

Xinhao was walking like this and saw many people running towards a place. At first, they didn't care much, thinking that it was someone gathering to fight and people went to watch the fun, but after a while, more and more people became more and more people. Xinhao felt something was wrong, so he grabbed someone and asked him: "Hello, brother, what are you doing? Why are so many people heading towards a place?"

"Oh, police officer, you happen to be here. Go and take a look. Something big happened ahead. Oh, it's so pitiful." The man shook his head and ran away with the flow.

Xinhao heard that people were dead, so he didn't dare to neglect them. He followed the crowd and ran towards a place. After about ten minutes, Xinhao arrived at the entrance of a community and saw that the person was three layers inside and three layers outside, surrounding a relatively small place. Xinhao couldn't see the situation inside outside, and was anxious. Suddenly he remembered that the person just called him a police officer, and only then did he realize that he was still wearing the clothes of the guard who "borrowed" the doorman, touched his pocket and took out a police officer's certificate from his pocket. Xinhao was so happy that God really helped him.

"Everyone is allowed, everyone is allowed to give in. I am a policeman, here to maintain order here. All the irrelevant personnel retreat and leave the scene." Xinhao held up the police officer's certificate high. After all, the people above were not himself, but they had no certificate and only had a piece of clothing, and people didn't recognize it.

Sure enough, Xinhao did this and it worked. When people saw Xinhao, they all obediently retreated, leaving a large open space for Xinhao. Xinhao nodded and looked at the place where people were surrounded just now. A man, a woman, two young children seemed to be a family. Several people were lying on the ground, bleeding from their orifices, and brain plasma flowed all over the ground. The two children were terrified in death. They stared with their eyes and stretched their hands forward, as if they were holding something before. Fortunately, what made people feel terrified was that the two children had faint smiles on their faces.

Xinhao frowned, looked up and looked up, and looked at the window in the fourth floor of the residential building. A person was photographed on the window. The man had clear hands and feet, his facial features, and he looked like he was clearly a person, but no matter how much he looked like, he could not escape Xinhao's eyes and his unique talent. Xinhao knew that this person was definitely not a human being, because in him, Xinhao didn't feel the vitality that a living person should have. Xinhao narrowed his eyes and stretched his hands back. With a clang, the Tang sword was unsheathed and was held firmly in his hand by Xinhao.

As soon as the Tang Dao was unsheathed, the figure on the window faded a little. Xinhao looked at the figure and laughed: "The evil beast above dares to be arrogant here after doing something, but he can't quickly surrender." Xinhao said, and was about to run upstairs. The figure looked at Xinhao and grinned. Xinhao glared at him, and the man ignored him, opening and closing his mouth. He didn't know what he was saying. After Xinhao saw that he had finished speaking, he was stunned and staring at the figure, watching him gradually disappear in front of him.

"Hey, police officer, what did you shout at the top just now? Why didn't we see anyone?" Someone in the crowd looked at Xin Hao standing there motionless, and couldn't help asking.

But who knew that just by saying this, he couldn't stop the car behind him. The people around him started to make a fuss, and they even surround Xinhao while making a fuss. This is the bad nature of the nation. They have to watch everything. Others have nothing to do with themselves. When they encounter something, they only know how to make fuss. Xinhao listened to the discussion, insult, and questions behind him, and shook his head, turned around, and pointed at people with a Tang sword: "Now, get out immediately, get out of here!"

An invisible aura formed around Xinhao. When everyone looked at Xinhao again, they felt more about his anger and an invisible oppression around him. Someone in the crowd shouted "Oh my God" and pushed the crowd away and ran out. As the saying goes, one person will have a second one, more than one hundred people will disperse in a short while.

"Cut, a bunch of waste."
Chapter completed!