Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 68

Xue Yu is not an idiot.

The dirty clothes immediately fell from his hands into the trash can.

He pulled out a wet towel and wiped his hands and fingers vigorously. His fan-like eyelashes trembled and his cheeks were pink and white. What he saw pricked his nerves like an icicle.

The door was locked last night, and if anyone wanted to get in, the only way was to climb up from the balcony.

And the only person who could use this abnormal method was the evil spirit.

If it really was an evil spirit, he couldn't understand why the evil spirit would do this to him?

Is it a provocation?

He came all the way here to the spiritual master who he knew that was going to capture him, but the spiritual master was helpless after he killed seven or eight people, and couldn't even find his trace. He looked at the good-for-nothing half-baked man with smugness behind his back, and even left traces in the room to laugh at and ridicule him.

But the other point doesn't make sense.

Although the original owner was useless and a waste, he at least inherited his grandfather's skills. It's just that he was not very skilled. He still posed a threat to the evil spirits.

Since there was a threat, why did the evil spirit only use this mentally polluting method after knowing the original owner's purpose of transferring to Wen City High School? Why didn't it just kill him directly? He was in a deep sleep last night, which was the best time to strike.

He didn't believe that the evil spirit didn't want to kill the original owner.

Or does it mean that the evil spirits kill people in a certain pattern and cannot kill anyone other than their target?

Xue Yu was struggling with his conscience and his desires in his head, and he was exhausted. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with a solution, and instead rubbed the back of his hand red. He was too white, and the large area of ​​red looked a little scary on his delicate skin.

He went into the bathroom again and washed his hands. After wiping them clean, he took out his cell phone and found Officer Xu's contact information.

Xue Yu: Officer Xu, an evil spirit came to our dormitory last night, probably to seek revenge. Please install a camera on the east side as soon as possible to help catch the evil spirit.

The school was closed and the police were busy setting up cordons and collecting evidence at the crime scene. They had no time to check their phones, and Xue Yu didn't receive a reply until ten minutes later.

Officer Xu: Our people will install cameras in all blind spots today, and they can all be activated tonight.

Officer Xu: You said the evil spirit was seeking revenge. Have you encountered any of it?

Xue Yu typed anxiously: He took my clothes...

After typing a few words, he suddenly realized how inappropriate the message was for public disclosure. His fingers began to tremble, and he wanted to delete it, but accidentally clicked send. Officer Xu quickly replied: What does he do with your clothes?

Xue Yu was stunned for a few seconds before his head exploded.

The shame and helplessness of seeing the stain early in the morning made his eyes misty. He was too shy to tell the truth, so he trembled and pressed the pinyin with his pink fingertips: He drew a turtle on my clothes.