The camera panned, and after passing a wall, Mawson, whose face was hidden in his hood, stood in front of the cashier.

"Welcome to Youjian Book Cafe. There are five packages for single rooms. Which one do you want?"

The knot between Mo Sen's brows was still deep, and his expression was bleak: "Sleep overnight."

"Okay. If you stay overnight, the fee is... please pay a deposit..."

At the receptionist's voice, Mawson took out his wallet and took out his credit card.

The machine beeped twice very quickly, and the receptionist reminded him tactfully that the balance was not enough for the night. Mawson did not raise his eyes, did not act harsh, or even showed any offended expression. He just nodded and changed his tone tiredly to three hours.

Package.

He walked through the rows of single rooms at a slightly faster pace and sat in the one that was his for a short time.

The surroundings were quiet, so Moson took off his jacket, put on the sound-isolating headphones and eye mask that came with the bookstore, and curled up slightly into the leather seat.

From entering the door to sitting down, it is no different from ordinary people who are tired and strapped.

"Moson!"

That devilish voice sounded in my deep sleep.

The screen suddenly brightened, and two hands on the dark green blackboard were trembling and curled up, with jet-black hair sticking to the board.

"Stand up! Don't move!"

The furry head shrank under the command, and Mo Sen moved up little by little, and was forced to stand upright.

The camera moves down, and a piece of paper is stuck on the back of the school uniform shirt.

The black marker was drawn circle after circle, with the center painted red, a flesh-and-blood bullseye full of cruel and childlike charm.

Snap!

The toy bullet suddenly hit near the red heart, and Mo Sen shivered instantly.

"Woohoo!——"

Male voices in twos and threes cheered for the shot. He Ye sat lazily on the table, pulling the slide to load the toy pistol, while his followers laughed and watched the fun.

The other boys and girls in the background either turned their heads and pretended to chat, or covered their faces with books, or were immersed in copying notes. No one dared to look here.

"I told you to stop fucking moving!" He Ye said, and there was another "pop" sound.

Moson, who was lying on the blackboard with his head down in a posture of surrender, shrank and then shrank again.

"Hahahaha, give it to me, give it to me!"

The follower smiled and went to pick up the gun.

Snap!

Bang! Bang!

There was a sound and a shake, and the pain seeped into the bone marrow, and the back became more and more arched like a shrimp.

"You are so blind, give me... Hey! Mo Sen! I told you to stand still! Believe it or not, I will beat you to death!"

He Ye yelled angrily, raising the toy pistol, and the dark muzzle blocked his grinning face.

The next second, there was a loud splashing sound, and Mo Sen, who fell headfirst to the ground, had his head poured with slop.

"Give me a drink!"

He Ye grabbed the back of his head and pushed it down, "Drink it! Lick it all clean! Swallow it!"

The camera zoomed out, and Cao Hao, who was swollen and bloated in his school uniform, was kneeling next to him. Mo Sen was supporting his arms on the ground, and his upper body was only raised a little. He Ye pressed his shoulder blades and stepped down hard.

"You still dare to resist? You really think of yourself as a person! Eat quickly!"

No matter how far the camera is, you can see the empty campus, not far away is the playground, and nearby is the back door of the cafeteria.

In the super long shot, the three of them are only as big as a thumb.

Laughter is echoing.

"Pfft hahahahaha, this guy really licked it!"

"Hey, fat pig, come and eat too! Eat quickly! Hurry up!"

A very existential buzzing sound came, forming a line.

In his sleep, Mawson struggled and murmured.

A thin and pale hand clasped the earphones hard.

Hold it, hold it tight, I don’t know if the veins or blood vessels are bulging out.

But the sound is still ringing.

There is also a shrill buzz.

"Hahahahaha, hey, what does swill taste like? Tell me?"

One side of the earphones was pinched and lifted up.

As if confirming whether the ringing is in the ears or in the mind.

"Ah? Tell me quickly? Is it delicious? Hey! Hey! I'm talking to you!"

Buzz——————

The continuous high-pitched sound was the background of the arrogant and vicious words, so sharp that Damon and others wrinkled their faces.

There was a "crash" sound.

The over-ear headphones were taken off by Mo Sen.

The buzzing in the skull suddenly stopped.

The private room was narrow and dark, and his eyes were covered with blindfolds. He hit his temples with his hands, and the force became heavier and heavier. As if he was fighting "who" in his mind, he hit his head desperately, shook his head, and then continued.

I shifted in my chair as if I had a splitting headache.

The sound of the door opening.

The same neighbor in home clothes walked out with a garbage bag and met Qiu Xue who had returned from spending the night at Tian Gang's residence.

"Morning." Qiu Xue greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, oh, by the way." The neighbor reminded, "A very strange man came yesterday... Are you okay?"

"Eh?" Qiu Xue was stunned.

"He looks quite scary. He keeps kicking on your door." The neighbor said and pointed to the door of Qiu Xue's house. "Do you want to consider calling the police?"

"Ah, um... okay."

Qiu Xue nodded hesitantly, catching a glimpse of some mud spots from the corner of his eye, and his mind was suddenly filled with invisible fear.

The camera turned to the security door, and the light gray door panel was covered with chaotic shoe prints, unabashedly announcing the signs of an invasion.

It’s a short chapter, just test it out, I’ll save the other content until tomorrow. I hope I won’t have to work on weekends for review.
Chapter completed!