C6

"Girls nowadays just don't care about themselves. Not to mention loving pretty girls, let's see how low the blood sugar level is!"

I heard someone nagging in my ear. When I opened my eyes, there was a blinding white light that made me close my eyes again.

"Nuo!" "Nuo Nuo, you're awake?" Seeing that I had woken up, my three roommates surrounded me with a "Hu La" sound, scaring me out of my wits.

"Eh, you're all here. What happened?" I cover my aching head.

"You still have the nerve to say that!" Sister Jing, who was the biggest in the dorm, patted me on the back and said unhappily, "How can you be like this? He was so ill that he did not make a sound or go to the hospital! Are you trying to die? "Huh?"

"F * ck off, how could you curse like that?" Another lively sister, Anthea, sat down and said, "Nono, your blood sugar is too low. He fainted in the counselor's office, which scared him. "

"Fortunately, the head of the staff team had called us. The counselor called us and sent you to the infirmary."

I found myself in a white hospital bed with a quilt over my body. There was a small needle in his hand. It looked like he had been injected with glucose.

Because of the change in my constitution, this needle of glucose always made my skin feel a little itchy, as if it had been injected with dirt. But there's no other way. I can't tell others that dextrose is useless and that we need human blood, right?

I laughed and chatted with them, but I couldn't forget what I had seen before I fainted.

The dead woman was right. I definitely saw it.

But if there was a female corpse, why hadn't the counselor found it? Could it be that the counselor killed someone? Impossible! He already has a counselor, wife and children, and he is usually very responsible. His reputation is very good, so he wouldn't do such a thing.

'Could it be that the murderer was still hiding in that office? '

I shivered. If that's really the case, then the other party must have seen my face. Or could it be that the female corpse was not a real corpse, but a ghost?

When I thought of the paper man's wedding I had seen in the afternoon, I suddenly felt that it really was a ghost.

[What the hell is wrong with me?

I bemoan my ill-fated fate, but I can't show it to anyone else. He could only hide these secrets and return to his dorm room with his roommates.

When I got back to the bedroom, I slumped over the table. The three of them said they were going out for a midnight snack and asked if I wanted anything. If it was before, I would definitely ask for cold noodles, iron plates and potatoes. But now, all I could say was, "Bring me a cup of coffee."

Sister Jing didn't agree, he said that since it was so late at night, would he not be able to sleep after drinking coffee?

I lay down on the table for a while, and then I remembered to knock out that weird thing in my stomach, so I stood up and looked for my previous checklist. I decided to do the operation tomorrow.

After I found the list, it occurred to me that I had forgotten something. I glanced at my watch. Zisang Ming's cartoon!

He had delayed a trip to the counselor's office. It was already past ten-thirty. I remembered Zisang Ming's words about having to finish burning it before 12, and immediately panicked. He began to rummage through my pile of textbooks.

No.

I went through it a few times and was shocked to find that the comic book was gone!

The result struck me as absolutely unmistakable. Before I went out to look for the counselor, I put the book down on the table in my hand. Between the two books, I remembered them all.

And now the comic book was gone.

I dropped into a chair. My hands couldn't stop trembling ? I don't know why, but I always had the feeling that if I hadn't followed Zisang Ming's instructions and burned this book in time, then something terrible would have happened afterwards.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. I grabbed my phone and called Sister Jing: "Sister Jing, did you see the comic book on my table?"

Sister Jing should be on the food street, the backstage voice was noisy: "What? When did you start reading comics? "No, we didn't see it."

Sister Jing had always been a calm person, and would never joke about things like this. If she said she didn't see it, then she really didn't see it. But how could that be possible? My cartoon is not alive, so it could just grow legs and run away.

I covered my face and fell to the ground. It was as if his entire body had been sucked empty.

I don't remember anything that happened later that night. After hearing what Sister Jing and the others had to say, I came back to find them sitting on the ground in a daze, as if their souls had left their bodies. To be honest, all I remember about that day was buying a cup of coffee, and then what happened in the hours between the afternoon and the evening, and I forgot all about it. The memory in his head seemed to have been devoured, leaving nothing behind.

That night, for the first time in two months, I did not dream of Zisang Ming.