"Ahhhhhh--"

"cat!!"

"Dead Cat!"

The screams were like needles, extremely sharp, gathering from all directions.

There was a crowd in the stall area, and suddenly a dead cat was lifted out, but half of the skin was peeled off, and the extremely ferocious dead cat was extremely ferocious.

The students were frightened and wanted to escape, but were curious about what happened and looked around timidly.

"Look!"

"I just said that Wanqi Linmu is a pervert!"

A sound quickly inserted.

Roommate!

The roommate walked towards this side with great strides, pointing at Wanqi Linmu, and his voice was full of excitement.

"It's indeed a pervert!"

"He must have killed this cat!"

"abnormal!"

The bloody smell of rust floats in the cold air.

Wanqi Linmu lowered his head and glanced at the dead cat rolling at his feet, with no fear in his eyes, nor did he scream like the onlookers.

Instead, it's picky.

Wanqi Linmu stared indifferently at the onlookers' terrified gaze, ah--I almost forgot that I had a congenital lack of fear, so I could not experience that thrilling emotion at all.

The box was a second-hand product that Wanqi Linmu bought just now, and the stall owner was right next to him. In order to clear the relationship, the stall owner shook his hand hard.

"It's not my business!" said the stall owner: "I only sell him second-hand goods from Halloween dance. Without this cat, it's not my business!"

The roommate sneered sarcastically: "It must be Wanqi Linmu! Look at him and look at his expression. Who else could have killed this cat?"

"He's just a freak!"

"abnormal!"

Sure enough, Wanqi Linmu's expression was not at all afraid, and he stood there coldly, as if he saw the dead cat rolling out, and the mask rolling out was no different.

The onlookers whispered in a low voice: "Look, why are he not afraid?"

"Maybe he really killed the cat?"

"No, right? There are often dead cats in our school these days, so it's not that they are all killed by him, right?"

"This is too scary!"

"Isn't this Wanqi Linmu? We are very famous..."

fear.

dislike.

Watch the fun, or even gloat!

Various auras permeated the crowd, like clusters of black fog, becoming more and more intense and gloomy.

Although Wanqi Linmu was born with a sense of fear, other senses were extremely sensitive, and different emotions intertwined into a big net, which was overwhelming, stimulating Wanqi Linmu's sense of smell.

"Ah..." Wanqi Linmu sighed, with a little picky and impatient look, and he muttered to himself: "It smells so bad."

In these strange smells, there is still a trace of it...

A strange smell of anxiety mixed in it.

It looks like a burnt crumb...

Yu Xiaoli saw that the administrator was coming to catch her, but she had not tried her warm arms and was ready to run away while the chaos was in the chaos.

There were many students around Wanqi Linmu, and they pointed at each other and could never catch Yu Xiaoli.

I had turned around and was almost gone.

——Wanqi Linmu is very famous in our department.

——He is just a monster, maybe he really has a habit of killing cats!

——He kills cats now, and may kill people in the future! This pervert should be locked up, it is simply a borer in society!

Yu Xiaoli turned around and ran away and stopped.

He stood up and shouted at the crowd: "You guys blamed the boss wrongly!"

Although the crowd could not hear Yu Xiaoli's voice, she still persistently stood up for Wanqi Linmu, as if she could not bear it.

"The boss is not the kind of person you are talking about!"

"You don't know the boss, why do you say bad things about him?"

Wanqi Linmu was a little surprised. He was just a cemetery administrator who was a gangster who was a resident of the money. There was actually a resident who stood up for him?

"Boss...Boss, he..." Yu Xiaoli was filled with righteous indignation: "Although the boss is a financial fan!"

"Although I'm a little bit cautious!"

"Although I'm a little stingy, although I'm a little cold, although..."

Although, although, although...

Wanqi Linmu: "..."

"But!" Yu Xiaoli finally began to suppress and then rise: "But the boss will never do such a thing, and will never kill small animals!"

No one could hear Yu Xiaoli's voice.

The crowd should make malicious speculations as much as they should.

No one witnessed Wanqi Linmu killing the cat, nor did anyone need to witness Wanqi Linmu killing the cat.

Because in their hearts...

I was already wishful thinking, for Wanqi Linmu...

Enfess guilty.

Luo Shen frowned slightly.

He rarely frowned and always showed a gentle smile.

Just as he was about to speak, Wanqi Linmu had already grasped Luo Shen's hand, and his tone was cold and he said indifferently: "Don't pay attention to them, pack up, let's go back."

Wanqi Linmu squatted down on his own, picked up the mask, colored paper, props, etc. on the ground, and threw it into the box.

"He wants to run away!"

"I want to run away after killing the cat."

"Just call the police!"

The crowd "exploded", staring at Wanqi Linmu with hatred, and began to uphold justice in a chattering manner.

"Dear students!"

A sound penetrated through the periphery.

He is Associate Professor Song, who just raised funds for stray cats and a teacher in financial engineering.

Professor Song is 36 years old this year and has been promoted to associate professor at a young age. His financial engineering courses are actually boring, but they are always full.

Why?

Appearance defeats everything.

Professor Song is very popular among students, and likes to get along with students and participate in charity activities in various clubs. He is a famous warm-hearted teacher in the school.

Professor Song strode over, and the winter sun almost coated him with a layer of holy light.

"Students, Wanqi is not such a person."

Walking into the crowd, Professor Song stood beside Wanqi Linmu and slowly raised his hand: "Although Wanqi is indeed a little withdrawn, the teacher knows Wanqi and is a good child with both good character and academic performance..."

"So the teacher believes that Wanqi is definitely not such a person."

Professor Song's hand slowly lifted up...

It fell on Wanqi Linmu's waist.

I took ambiguously.

There is still a downward trend...

Fancy flavor.

Professor Song suddenly appeared to smooth things over, and his body exuded a fancy smell. Perhaps in the eyes of others, Professor Song was a warm male scholar with holy light.

However, he is essentially a lively beast.
To be continued...