They Are Not Human!

Chapter 132: Tak Chi Secondary School (End)

Wen Qing stared blankly at Xing Ze, opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

It's really a punishment.

his wise friend.

Xing Ze held a gun and faced Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu. He took out his police badge and said in a cold voice, "Classmates, can't you understand Chinese?"

Facing the black muzzle, Song Xuan's face changed slightly, remembering the phone call just now: "Are you a policeman?"

Xing Ze didn't answer this nonsense question, his eyes fell on Wen Qing, looking up and down.

There was no injury, but the eye sockets were slightly red, the lips were swollen, and with the handcuffs on his right hand, it was not difficult to imagine what happened before.

Xing Ze's face became even darker, and he said sharply, "Remove the handcuffs."

Song Xuan remained motionless, squinting his eyes: "Xing Ze? Which bureau are you from?"

Xing Ze's eyes were calm, he raised his hand and pulled out the insurance, raised his fingertips slightly, aimed the gun at Song Xuan's eyebrows, and said again: "Untie his handcuffs."

Song Xuan did not move.

Fu Ranxiu stood up suddenly, took out the key to the handcuffs in his pocket, and walked to Wen Qing's side.

"Click." With a slight sound, the handcuffs were released.

Xing Ze lowered his eyes, looked at the wetness in Wen Qing's eyes, and said softly, "Come here."

Without hesitation, Wen Qing stood up immediately.

Just after taking a step, someone grabbed his wrist.

Song Xuan looked at him with deep eyes.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, she broke free from his hand, ran to Xing Ze without looking back, and hid behind Xing Ze.

Xing Ze's gaze paused on the school uniform on him, and then averted his gaze to look at Song Xuan and Fu Ranxiu.

"Song Xuan, Fu Ranxiu, you are suspected of illegal detention..."

Before the words were finished, the angel sculpture on the desk exuded a faint light.

Xing Ze frowned and looked at Fu Ranxiu: "What is this?"

Wen Qing grabbed the corner of his clothes and whispered, "Bad thing."

The voice fell, and there was another chuckle in the bedroom.

Xing Ze's face was solemn, and he heard that the laughter did not come from any one of them, but from this strange and vivid angel sculpture.

Dark clouds covered the sun, the sky was dark, it was obviously morning, but it seemed that night had already arrived, and the coolness penetrated into the body from all directions.

Xing Ze noticed something was wrong with this dormitory.

The angel sculpture's wings trembled slightly, its body moved, turned sideways, facing Wen Qing behind him, its dark eyes stared at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing's face was pale, and her lips were bloodless.

Xing Ze frowned, took a step forward, and stood in front of him.

The sculpture's gaze gradually moved from Wen Qing to Xing Ze, and his gaze suddenly stopped.

"Huh?" A suspicious voice sounded in the air.

Xing Ze asked Fu Ranxiu again, "What is this?"

Fu Ranxiu was about to speak, but the sculpture suddenly left the base, flew into the air, and flew straight to Xing Ze.