Chapter 645

When Zhou Haorui returned to his dormitory from Quanshui street, it was already more than three o'clock in the morning. All three roommates were sleeping soundly.

His head relaxed a lot, and the crow's voice did not ring again. After 20 days of torture, he could finally sleep, but he did not go to the bed.

He went to the bedside desk, sat down, turned on his computer, searched the Internet, searched Mary King alley for a while, and searched the information of "yangliuqingqing" and "Jiangqi". As expected, the information of ancient poems and the ancient customs of Jiangnan is not like a personal name.

Before leaving in front of the alley, Zhou Haorui asked the money worshipper: "are you really called yangliuqingqing? The name It's a bit of a "light dance."

"Are you really called Zhou Mo?" She asked him, "or weekend?"

Zhou Haorui was stunned at that time. His face was expressionless, and he was not eloquent enough.

But listen to the meaning of yangliuqingqing, of course, she can not really call this name

Even the network nickname is unlikely, after all, now a 23, 4-year-old girl, who will like this flavor.

At present, Zhou Haorui has searched for the key words of Dahua city and some universities in Dahua city with this name. However, it doesn't mean that the woman doesn't really call this name

He then searched for ginger, but the result was unexpected, "eh?"

There is a novel author named Jiang Qi. Is it a pseudonym? He has published a long urban novel "postmodern us", but the sales volume is poor. After printing 3000 copies of one edition, there is no other book or other information If you think about ginger, it may be that you have a bad time.

Zhou Haorui didn't quite understand the meaning of postmodernism, but Jiang was the most enthusiastic among them. At that time, he suggested: "we are in the same trench now. Listen to the meaning of crows. Maybe we will gather here tomorrow evening. Let's add a phone call or a wechat?"

However, Zhou Haorui and Yang liuqingqing, both keeping vigilant, declined Jiang's proposal and did not disclose their contact information and other information.

When he went back to school, he deliberately took a detour, paying attention to whether anyone was following him

"Will we get together again tomorrow?" Now Zhou Haorui thinks, "there will be even more people?"

He thought for a while. It was almost four o'clock in the morning. He turned off the computer, went out to the bathroom on the floor, washed and then came back to sleep.

As soon as he lay down, he realized how tired he was. Although he was in a lot of mood, he closed his eyes and felt himself asleep in a vague way.

After so many days, I can finally sleep

Fuzzy, hazy, chaotic, that lingering sense of strangeness, interwoven.

He seemed to see a group of people wearing bird beak doctor masks looking at the night sky, as if he heard a sound It seems to be the crow again, its voice is hoarse, speaking an obscure language.

Zhou Haorui's head began to ache again. The crow's voice kept repeating. It was not a plague coming, it was a word

"Go on, use the power of crows to eliminate the pain..." And the crow said, "go and kill the plague, and sacrifice them to the crows..."

Suddenly, Zhou Haorui felt that he woke up with a start. The light in the bedroom was dim, and the three roommates were still sleeping. He sat up on the bed.

The cold wind blows, I don't know when, the wooden door of the bedroom is opened, there are several cold reflections into.

Zhou Haorui's heart sank. Those figures were not wearing beak masks, but like those goat headed men that night, which made him feel strange and dangerous. He quickly got out of bed to wake them up, "Jiaqi, Ziyang, Lihui, wake up!"

However, the three roommates were still asleep, as if they had fainted.

And those black figures outside the door appeared and walked in. They were dressed in black robes one by one, with goatee, and their fuzzy faces were like sheep's heads.

"Come with us. It's your luck to be a sacrifice. New life needs nutrients."

Those people, step by step.

"Grass..." Zhou Haorui murmured. He yelled and looked for weapons. This is the sixth floor of the dormitory. He couldn't escape from the window.

He yelled loudly, but there was no response outside, only silence.

He went to the Wangs and pushed and beat them, but they still didn't wake up.

Six goat headed men gradually forced him to the corner. A badminton racket he grabbed could not be used at all.

But when these goat headed men come up to catch him, Zhou Haorui is still struggling to beat them with his badminton racket The racket was caught by a man, and several other men grabbed his hands and feet. Bang, bang, bang, heavy fists fell down and kicked him to the core

Zhou Haorui is convulsed with pain. Every nerve is tearing. He can't struggle. He can only let himself be dragged out by these people.

It seems that the night things reappear, but this time, will there be crows to rescue