Hell App - Chapter 109

The eerie whispers had completely disappeared.

Bai Yan smelled a strong smell of blood.

In fact, he felt something was wrong when the boy was chatting with that person, because he also remembered that there was a wall next to the boy and there was no one on his right.

Sure enough, as the boy opened the quilt and began to eat cotton, the faint smell of blood gradually filled the air.

The boy kept gasping for air while eating the cotton, and even the saliva spattered with the strong smell of blood.

In the end, the boy lost all awareness of his surroundings in pain, and asked confusedly, “Where did the bettor go?” But Bai Yan heard clearly – that ‘person’, he was still in the dormitory and never left. !

“It hurts… it hurts…”

“Ghost…there is a ghost in the room…”

The boy gasped for air. He tried his best, but the sound coming out of his throat did not wake anyone up.

Except for Bai Yan, everyone was asleep in their dreams.

Bai Yan listened to the boy dying and couldn’t help but open his eyes in the darkness. His little hand quietly stretched out the quilt, trying to feel out the boy’s condition.

However, as soon as Bai Yan opened his eyes, he saw a dazzling light – the light from the flashlight.

The flashlight only flashed for a moment and then suddenly turned off.

The dazzling Bai Yan’s eyes were filled with tears, and his face was wet with tears.

Covered by tears, Bai Yan’s vision was blurry, but at this moment, he also saw an extra ‘person’ in the room.

The ‘person’ was now standing above him, looking straight at him with a flashlight.

It didn’t go away!

Someone has already died. Is it my turn next…?

Bai Yan realized very clearly that he was being targeted by a ghost.

He tried his best to breathe calmly, but his breathing was still rapid, his heart was beating hard, and the tears in his eyes didn’t stop.

At the same time, his cheeks turned crimson, and there was an innocent smile on his lips – a smile that belonged to a child and was full of joy.

He didn’t scream for help and wake up other students to share the pressure.

He just remained silent and opened his eyes wide to face the unknown fate.

“…”

Time passes in silence.

It was so dark in the dormitory that even though Bai Yan had excellent night vision, he couldn’t see anything.

Why am I not dead yet?

Is the ghost gone?

Just when Bai Yan was confused, a heavy thing covered his body, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Almost instantly, his nose was enveloped by the strong smell of blood.

All night long, Bai Yan was wondering what tricks Gui was playing.

He tried to use his hands to feel for the extra things on his body, but his whole body felt like lead, and he couldn’t even lift a finger.

He finally understood that the ghost did not leave. It walked from the bedside to his quilt. In other words, there was a ghost pressing on his quilt, making him unable to move.

Knowing that he had encountered a ghost, Bai Yan had no way to deal with it.

So, he kept his eyes open and waited alone in the darkness until dawn.

When the first beam of light shined through the curtains into the dark bedroom, Bai Yan’s body relaxed and he felt that the thing pressing on his quilt was finally gone.

He blinked twice and adjusted to the not-so-bright light. The question that had been bothering him all night was finally answered——

The extra thing on his body was a quilt.

To be precise, it was the quilt of the boy who died last night.

Bai Yan climbed out of the quilt and found that his pajamas were dyed red and black, and his hands and feet were covered with long-dried liquid, exuding an unpleasant smell of blood in the air.

After a whole night of fermentation, the smell of blood became rancid. This smoky smell soon woke up some children with sensitive noses.

The children who woke up saw the boy’s death and soon started shouting, waking up other children who were still sleeping.

“Woo… It’s so noisy. I want to go home! I want to go home…”

“Why is there blood all over his body? He must be a ghost! He must have eaten and caused trouble last night!”

“Teacher Ning! Someone is dead! Help! Let us out, let us out quickly!”

“…”

For a while, the noise in the dormitory turned into a vegetable market.

Various sounds were mixed together, accompanied by loud cries of collapse, making the dormitory feel like purgatory.

Because of a child’s detective-like behavior, many children who had no ability to think believed his words and thought Bai Yan was a ghost.

As a result, many children ran to the window and shivered, and some hid under the quilt, thinking that they would not be killed by ghosts.

Some children who didn’t like to sit still and wait for death ran to the door, waved their little fists and banged on the door, shouting at the top of their lungs.

While they were busy working on their own, several children who were as bold as Bai Yan came together to the deceased.

They stared at the dead boy. Soon, a girl tentatively reached out her hand and touched the boy’s bulging belly.

After touching it only once, she felt as if something had bitten her hand, and she was so frightened that she stretched it back.

This time, she touched and said, “His belly is so soft!”

At this point, the girl tilted her head and said with absolute certainty: “It’s softer than the bear doll at home. Why is his belly so soft?”

Bai Yan also stood nearby and watched. When he heard the girl’s words, he also reached out and touched the boy’s belly.

The boy’s death was extremely strange. His eyes were wide open, filled with pain and panic, but from the outside, his body looked normal.

He had no missing arms or legs, all parts were intact on his body, there were no signs of trauma, and there wasn’t even a drop of blood on his body.

However, unlike other normal limbs, his belly is really scary. Even pregnant women with twins don’t have as big a belly as him.

“It’s really soft, like a bed of cotton stuffed into his stomach…”

Bai Yan touched the boy’s belly and expressed the same emotion.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Yan realized something.

Last night, I heard the conversation between the boy and the ghost. Under the instigation of the ghost, the boy ate a lot of cotton.

So, the boy really died from eating cotton?

Think about it, cotton is something in the quilt and should not be eaten. Except for this stupid boy, he has never heard of anyone eating cotton.

Bai Yan nodded secretly, feeling that he had solved the case.

After eating a whole belly of cotton, no wonder the boy’s belly is so soft.

While several other bold children were vying to touch the boy’s belly, Bai Yan’s heart moved and he remembered the quilt that the ghost had covered him with.

The quilt held him down all night, preventing him from moving.

It’s dawn now, and the ghosts should have left.

Seeing the figure behind the curtain disappear, Bai Yan pulled the blood-stained quilt away from his own quilt and pulled the edge of it with his hand.

The stitching of the children’s quilt was very weak. He pulled hard and pulled the quilt completely open.

Inside the quilt, most of the cotton has disappeared, and there are only a few pieces of red blood cotton scattered in the middle, which is not eye-catching at all.

Bai Yan didn’t pay attention to the blood-stained cotton. He was attracted by the pieces of flesh in the quilt.

The quilt was filled with visceral fragments mixed into a pile.

It was the first time Bai Yan saw this, but he could instinctively tell what parts they were.

This is a fragment of the heart, this is a fragment of the kidney, this is a fragment of the stomach…

At this time, he finally figured out why the smelly liquid flowed onto his body last night, keeping him awake all night.

“He ate all the cotton in the quilt, so the contents of his stomach were stuffed into the quilt… So that’s what the ghost thought.”

Bai Yan accepted this logic and didn’t think there was anything wrong with it.

When several daring children took turns rubbing and trampling the boy’s belly, Ning Xiuli was finally woken up.

She came out of the office and cursed her face through the door.

But when she opened the door, there was unexpectedly silence.

She looked at the tragic death of the boy and was speechless. When she came to her senses, she called a burly man with trembling hands.

The man was pushing a flatbed cart. He dragged the boy’s body onto the cart and pushed the cart creaking away.

It wasn’t until the sound of the flatbed truck completely faded away that Ning Xiuli recovered and became bitter and domineering again, beating and scolding the children in the dormitory…

…

The boy’s death had a great impact on Ning Xiuli.

Although on the surface she was still venting her anger on her child as usual, Ning Xiuli knew something was different.

Compared with Lin Miaomiao who turned into a ghost, the boy’s death was more impactful. The quilt full of blood made Ning Xiuli feel nervous at night. She pinched and hit her quilt countless times before going to bed, for fear that there would be blood in her quilt. Hidden something.

On the morning of her third day at school, Ning Xiuli felt very haggard.

She looked at herself in the mirror with a sad look on her face. Thinking of staying in school for another six years, Ning Xiuli twitched her lips, but she couldn’t laugh.

She turned on the faucet and washed her face randomly. Before she finished washing, she felt a urge to urinate from her lower abdomen.

She hurriedly wiped her face with a towel, and quickly sat on the toilet without even turning off the faucet.

The sound of rushing water made Ning Xiuli feel relieved.

Ning Xiuli was solving her physical problems and inadvertently looked up at the sink filled with water.

As a result, when she raised her head, her whole body froze. In the pool of water, a pale hand stretched out from the sink…