This Red is Blood Chapter 8

At nine o'clock in the evening, the lights in the dormitory are turned off.

The regular breathing of the people around him became a special tranquilizer in the unsettling night.

Boom boom.

Wesley Si initially thought she had heard wrongly.

Boom boom.

There's a knock on the door.

Mechanical, a weird voice like the night wind sobbing penetrated:

"...open the door and check the wards."

It is the dormitory manager who advises not to open the door according to the rules.

The sound of breathing gradually became silent. Amelia Su woke up and grabbed the corner of her clothes. The two of them hid under the quilt and took small breaths in an almost inaudible manner.

The dormitory manager knocked for a while, just when they thought the other party was about to leave.

Click.

It was the sound of the door opening.

Someone opened the door? !

Amelia Su was surprised and wanted to stick his head out, but Si Shu hugged his head and pressed it on the pillow.

It was as if the gurgling sound made by the coconut palm when it was about to die came from far to near.

They clung to each other tightly, holding their breath, teeth clenching unconsciously out of fear.

The cackling sound stopped in front of their bed.

Vivian felt that Amelia Su in her arms was already trembling, and she was not much better.

The muscles all over his body were tense to the extreme, and he even began to fear that his heartbeat would be too loud, which would attract the attention of something ominous.

When the gurgling sound came from near to far again, the door made a click, and she almost lost strength.

Hearing no sound from around him, Amelia Su carefully opened the quilt to make sure it was safe. Before he could completely pull the quilt off his head, Si Shu's hand was violently pressed back to his abdomen.

Since she couldn't speak, Wesley Si pressed hard twice to signal the other party not to act rashly.

She suspected that this was a trick by an ominous creature. It was very likely that the other party pretended to close the door, but was actually standing by the bed, waiting for them to reveal their flaws, and then strike cruelly.

This is a very likely scenario. Fortunately, Si Shu suffered this kind of loss in the previous Infernal World.

Although ghosts and monsters are everywhere in the world of Infernal Affairs, for some unknown reason, they don't seem to be able to kill them at will.

The ghosts need to wait for them to "make a mistake" before they can take away their lives naturally.

In order to make them "make mistakes", ghosts will deceive, deceive, threaten, and even lure them into traps at all costs.

Fortunately, this world is relatively simple, and almost all the rules are laid out clearly.

But what she was afraid of were the rules being erased.

What if the rule is that if the dormitory manager finds out he is not sleeping, he will die?

She didn't dare to gamble.

Out of caution to save their lives, she and Amelia Su never got out of the quilt, so they didn't know what exactly happened.

Jasper Ming and Arthur Yan could see clearly.

The moment the door opened, they all opened their eyes and looked.

The person who came in was not a dormitory manager, but a "person" wearing a girl's school uniform.

This "man" walked forward slowly with a strong smell of burning, making a hoarse sound from his throat.

It seemed invisible and kept bumping into things while walking.

With a little light and shadow, Arthur Yan could see its face clearly.

It was a completely burned, charred mummy face.

The eyes, mouth, and nose were all gone, and only the charred black flesh that had not been burned under the skin was exposed, maintaining its shape in a weird way.

It seemed to be smelling something.

Arthur Yan found that it was very interested in his fan, the footprints on the ground, and the traces of sitting on the stool.

And what these things have in common is... they're stained with blood.

This "person" didn't go out. The evil wind that came from nowhere closed the door, and it sounded like it was closed.

It climbed vertically from the wall to the ceiling in a state that defied physics.

Then it stayed on top like a spider.

Arthur Yan speculated on its identity: it might be the "dirty stuff" that the dormitory will clean up tomorrow.

Unlike these newcomers, he understands the rules of the world more thoroughly.

Ghosts must rely on "rules" to kill people because the purpose of creating this world is not for them to rob lives.

On the contrary, the world is designed to trap them and even dissolve them.

But everything was changed by the appearance of the prison train.

Gently stroking the ticket on his right arm, he knew that the countdown was still beating tirelessly.

While they were immersed in this small world of hunting, there were countless others like them, struggling in the hands of other ghosts and monsters.

The consciousness is still clear, no different from usual.

Listening intently to the breathing around him, he unconsciously paid attention to the person sleeping in the bed opposite.

Jasper Ming's breathing sounded like he was asleep. But he knew, no.

When he thought of Bixian, the other person's eyes instantly turned purple.

The yin and yang pupils of crape myrtle in Qingdu.

It is regarded as a sign of the reincarnation of Emperor Ziwei. Only people with the body of the Sun and the Spirit have the chance to awaken this talent.

With this pair of divine eyes, not only can it resist illusions and spy on ghosts and gods, but it can even directly harm the body of ominous objects, causing them to vanish into ashes in an instant.

Just like today's black mist, you can't get close to it, and it will burn into white flames at the slightest touch.

He touched the evil pencil in his pocket.

Anyone who dared to open his eyes during the Bixian period was dead. He really wanted to see what this person was capable of, and deliberately used provocation to make the other person open his eyes.

If the opponent couldn't resist, he had his own way to let Hei Wu choose him midway and divert the danger. Unexpectedly, Jasper Ming was indeed a very brave person.

Neither side of the black mist could be parasitic, and it was forced to disperse. Otherwise, tonight might not be so peaceful.

And the soul binding rope...

He remembered the way the soul-binding rope was driven by the other party, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

...Ming is a rare surname. If this person didn't change his name to trick the ghosts, it might not be a coincidence.

Arthur Yan knew that he was not a tolerant person.

He never was.

Blame it on his faulty memory.

If a person with a good memory makes up his mind to tolerate something, he will always bear a higher psychological price than the average person.

Arthur Yan believed that not everyone was qualified to make him pay the price of tolerance.

But if Jasper Ming is indeed the destined person, he can try to be tolerant.

The dark blue window coffin gradually lights up, and the foggy white light is as thin as smoke.

Its daybreak.

Jasper Ming rolled over and got up, went into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth as if nothing happened, as if she had no idea there was something lying on the ceiling.

Arthur Yan also sat up and happened to meet someone coming out wiping his hair.

The young man carelessly put the towel on his shoulders. His fluffy silver hair was almost transparent under the light, making people think of a little white dog wandering on the roadside.

Although this person has nothing to do with the word "small".

"Get up when you wake up."

Jasper Ming seemed to have forgotten the conflict last night, narrowing her pure black eyes and smiling at him:

"My hair is all messed up."

A hint of confusion flashed through her beautiful red and blue eyes, and Arthur Yan put on her shoes and walked to the bathroom.

Jasper Ming felt that he had figured out this person's Achilles' heel.

I have mysophobia and I am a bit concerned about my image.

In fact, Arthur Yan's hair is normal. The tail is a little long and satin-like and half draped at the back. The hair is more snaking out from the shoulders, giving her a gentle look as if she had just woken up.

He originally meant it as a joke, but he didn't expect the other party to believe it so seriously.

When Arthur Yan looked in the mirror, she discovered ---

Jasper Ming actually didn't lie to him.

The hair was really messy and frizzy, and the ends of the hair were draped casually on the shoulders, and the lines were not pretty.

There was no comb in the bathroom, so he grabbed a strand and combed it with his fingers. After thinking about it, he took out a small box from his bag.

With his fingertips dipped in the transparent gel from the box, he parted the hair at the back and tied it into a wolf tail.

The shirt was a little wrinkled. He dipped his finger in water and flicked it quickly and evenly on the wrinkled part. He repeated this many times to ensure that the wrinkled surface of the shirt was completely soaked.

Then, his slender fingers lifted up from the soaked fabric. The wet shirt that could still show the color of his skin immediately dried, and the original wrinkles disappeared.

The rusty mirror honestly reflected his extremely student-like appearance. The only thing that was difficult to deal with was the loose hem of his shirt.

Thanks to his unique face, even a loose-fitting shirt and suit pants, a short-leg combination with no design at all, can be worn by him to give a lazy feeling.

But in terms of appearance, he has never been someone who can be dismissed casually.

Buttoning the shirt all the way to the end, he folded the lower part slightly and tucked it into the waistband of his pants.

Fold the excess fabric on both sides inward along the original direction.

A shirt tucked in the middle naturally creates an unconstrained waist-cinching effect.

But he looked around, took out the shirt, unbuttoned the two bottom buttons, buttoned them up and down, and folded them inwards into the shirt.

This time the pleated waistline is more fluffy and casual than before.

Finally satisfied, he unbuttoned two buttons from the top, revealing his slender neck, collarbones, and a large expanse of cold white skin.

His carefully adjusted outfit made him look nothing like a survivor, but a model who was ready to get to work.

After confirming that the instrument was fine, he left the bathroom.

Jasper Ming shook off his coat and put it on, suddenly looking like he had seen a ghost.

If he hadn't remembered that there was a dirty thing lying on the ceiling, he would have almost thought it was the set of some campus idol drama.

He is not very sensitive to appearance, but he is not blind.

Arthur Yan had just woken up with natural hair. After entering the bathroom... her hair had obviously been styled, right?

Especially the elegant and upturned curvature, which seems natural, but always tilts up without shaking. It is obviously not something that can be achieved by relying on Newtonian physics.

He showed an incredible expression:

"Did you bring hair wax?"

Arthur Yan looked like it was natural:

"right."

You're such a big-headed idiot!

Jasper Ming watched in shock as Arthur Yan packed his things. He couldn't believe that such a thing could be contained in that small bag.

And not only the hair, but also the clothes... If I remember correctly, this guy has only been in for ten minutes, right? Why did he come out as a different person?

While they were talking, the uncle and nephew of the Hu family also woke up. When they saw Arthur Yan dressed up in this way, he couldn't help but show the same expression as Jasper Ming.

After greeting each other, there was a knock on the door.

The sound of washing suddenly became quieter, and everyone looked out the door warily.

He prayed for the spirit to open the door.