I Can Brush Attributes

Chapter 194 I'm so hungry, I'm almost \"hungry before shit\"

The ghost under the bed was eliminated, Wang Ping put away the oxygen cylinder, looked at the time at 10:30 pm, and immediately fell asleep.

Anyway, it's a free hotel, no sleep, no sleep.

The next day, when he woke up, Wang Ping got up and charged the hotel owner before leaving.

Open Alipay and transfer Lao Chen the reward he deserves.

Less than a minute later, Wang Ping's phone rang, and the caller ID showed Lao Chen.

"Old Chen, are you staring at Alipay all the time?"

"Ahaha, I just happened to be watching Ant Huabei. By the way, let's get down to business. Before you come, tell you about my middle school classmate's uncle's house. My middle school classmate just attended the funeral. He has already told his uncle about the exorcism. The family, his uncle's family agreed to exorcise the ghosts."

According to Wang Ping's revenge, Lao Chen judged that Wang Ping should be at the Dongsu Hotel, and estimated how far he had left.

Dongsu Hotel is in the same place as Honglian Street Middle School, so Wang Ping can easily come over.

Ten minutes later.

Wang Ping came to the uncle's house of his junior high school classmate that Lao Chen said.

"Hello, Mr. Wang Ping."

"Hello."

The two sides greeted each other, Wang Ping went straight to the point without any nonsense, and asked the uncle's family of old Chen's junior high school classmate about his uncle's death.

When he was young, Wang Ping knew about the same.

The uncle of Lao Chen's junior high school classmate was a teacher, a teacher at Honglian Street Middle School. Because it was a semi-boarding school, he would be on duty, and he was on duty that day.

According to a student witness, at about ten o'clock in the evening, he saw the teacher come out of the office and went to the public men's toilet to use the toilet, and then died.

Because of the deceased uncle and his wife was also a teacher at Honglian Street Middle School, Wang Ping asked about the deceased in the girls' dormitory of Honglian Street Middle School.

The death in the girls' dormitory of Honglian Street Middle School happened around 11 pm.

In addition, the girls' dormitory of Honglian Street Middle School is not an independent toilet, but a public toilet on the first floor.

After asking about the matter, Wang Ping greeted his deceased uncle and wife, asked for a school map, and left his uncle's house with Lao Chen.

"Old Chen, I suspect that there are not only two ghosts in the hotel and Honglian Street Middle School. There should be two ghosts in Honglian Street Middle School, one in the girls' dormitory and one in the public toilet."

"I checked the school map. The public toilet is not far in front of the girls' dormitory. Considering the safety of the students, I decided to stay in the girls' dormitory to prevent students from being killed."

Hearing Wang Ping's words, Lao Chen's mouth twitched.

"Wang Ping, you are so great, you squatted in the girls' toilet overnight."

"That's what it is. After all, those are the flowers of the motherland, so take good care of them."

"I don't think you are loving, you just want to enjoy flowers, inside and out, in and out."

"Crap, you are slandering me, be careful I sue you for slander."

After a while, Lao Chen and Wang Ping exchanged hands for a while.

After the discussion, Lao Chen asked, "Wang Ping, if you are squatting in the girls' toilet, what will the ghost in the public toilet do?"

Wang Ping grinned and hooked on Old Chen's shoulder.

"I've thought about the issue of ghosts in public toilets. The boys' dormitory and the girls' dormitory are next to each other. Boys may go to the public toilet. As the flower of the motherland in the future, we have to protect it."

Having said that, Wang Ping patted Lao Chen on the shoulder.

"As the saying goes, brothers have both blessings and difficulties, so how can there be less flower viewing without you, Lao Chen, you call Lao Ling, bring a magic weapon for your body, and we will enjoy the flowers together, I will appreciate the roses, and you will appreciate them. chrysanthemum."

...

It was night, in the girls' dormitory of Honglian Street Middle School.

Wang Ping crept to the downstairs of the girls' dormitory, glanced at the dormitory building, saw that there was no one around, stepped into the air, and flew into the fourth floor of the girls' dormitory.

At this time, it was 10:45 p.m., the head of the girls' dormitory should be quiet, and occasionally there would be chatter from individual dormitories.

The thin mosquito-like conversation did not make people feel any relaxed. Anyway, in this silent dormitory corridor, it seemed to be particularly infiltrating, like a monster lurking in the darkness, talking in small words.

The silent dormitory is dim, only a few dormitories emit a trace of light through the crack of the door.

This filament of light is slender and long, as if the darkness squeezes the light, so that there is only a trace of shelter left.

Walking in the corridor, looking at the toilet at the end of the corridor is pitch-dark, dead silent, the more I look, the more I see that there is something watching you in the dark at the end, waiting for you to pass.

Walking into the toilet, the toilet is not big, with five or six toilet doors.

Turning on the flashlight on his mobile phone, pushing open the doors one by one, and checking carefully to make sure there are no girls, Wang Ping looked around the toilet.

I don't know what the designer who designed the girls' dormitory thought. The partition door in the toilet has a row of glass facing the wall.

If I came to the toilet in the middle of the night and stared at the mirror for a long time, I might have the feeling that the empty toilet door behind me would be opened and a ghost would crawl out.

Or there is a kind, lower your head to wash your hands, look up at the wall glass, and you will find a female ghost standing behind you.

Wang Ping found the toilet closest to the wall and squatted in, closed the door, and waited quietly.

For a time, the world seemed to fall into extreme silence.

Time ticked by, and after about an hour passed, it was 11:40 pm.

Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps came from a distance outside the corridor, from far to near.

Wang Ping frowned frivolously, so late, there are still girls here? I don't know if it looks good or not, but I want to reward it.

Thinking of this, Wang Ping slapped himself, and recited the "24-character mantra" of the core socialist values in his heart.

Sure enough, Lao Chen was a force to be reckoned with, and he actually reminded himself of such filthy thoughts in an attempt to make himself commit a crime.

"Xiaoqian, turn on the light, I'm afraid." A voice sounded from the toilet.

"Wenwen, what are you afraid of, there are no ghosts in this world." Another girl's voice came out, obviously this girl was more daring: "You pull me, so I can go back to sleep after pulling me."

Suddenly, the sound of taking off his pants came...

"Xiaoqian, why aren't you afraid? People have died in the toilet recently, and Min Ting died in the toilet."

"Don't be afraid, because when a person dies, there is nothing left. There are no ghosts in the world, and ghosts are also a nuisance. Remember a word, don't do anything wrong, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door."

"However, I heard from grandma and the others that I would rather believe it or not... eh? Xiaoqian, why don't you speak anymore, are you still there, Xiaoqian?" The timid Wenwen was timid.

No one responded to her.

woohoo~

The sound like a cry sounded, and suddenly the timid Wenwen screamed, and the next moment was Xiaoqian's delicate laughter.

In the door next to the wall of the toilet, Wang Ping rolled his eyes, this Xiaoqian really hurts enough, I don't know if it is scary and scary.

Moreover, who said there are no ghosts in the world.

It seems that I have to teach Xiaoqian a lesson.

"You are so annoying, you scared me to death just now." Wenwen said with lingering fears.

"Sorry, sorry."

As soon as Xiaoqian finished speaking, Wang Ping raised his penetrating voice, and a drizzle-like voice came.

"I'm so hungry, I'm about to be "hungry before shit"..."

"Xiaoqian, you scare me again!" Wenwen was angry.

However, what responded to her was Xiaoqian's trembling voice.