Chapter 62 Sixty-two. End

  Price Noble College, Headmaster's Office.

  The rain tapped lightly on the window, and silence flowed in the room.

  A middle-aged man with pale sideburns and a suit sat behind a desk, his quill quivered slightly, writing something on the parchment.

  dong dong dong——

   There was a knock on the door, and the middle-aged man said in a low voice, "Come in."

  The door was quietly pushed open, and a figure in a white dress floated into the office.

   There was no sound for a moment, the man in the suit looked up and saw a pale girl standing behind the desk without saying a word, frowning: "Hello, are you a student of the academy? Is there anything in the principal's room?"

   "Why do you want to fire me." The girl asked faintly.

  A student who was dismissed?

   The man in the suit frowned even more and replied in an official tone: "This is what the professors of the college opened the council and decided after discussion. If you have any objections, please go to the professor in charge of you."

   "Why did you fire me."

  Two lines of blood and tears left the girl's eyes.

   "You..." The middle-aged man stood up in astonishment. He looked at the bright red like rose petals on the hem of the girl's skirt, his pupils shrank, his neck tightened in an instant, and he was lifted out of thin air.

   He touched the ground with his toes and said with difficulty: "You are... Michelia...?"

The middle-aged man's complexion gradually turned red due to lack of oxygen, and he said with difficulty: "You are Michelia, right... I remembered, I am the principal here... We have received a large number of parents of students. The... protest."

   Principal Price's neck bone made a "clack" sound.

   "Because they think you're... a pest...and...affect the school's...reputation..."

   That palm suddenly loosened, allowing Price to fall back to his seat

"Cough cough cough... But I don't think so now..." Principal Pulis clutched his neck, propped up his chair, and frowned, "Do you want to say that you were wronged? If there is such a thing, I'll make the decision for you. But I hope... you don't kill innocent people indiscriminately."

  The silence lasted for a few seconds, and Michelia's figure gradually disappeared into the air.

   Principal Price stared blankly at the empty space for a long time, picked up the phone on the desk without saying a word, and dialed a number.

"Remember Michelia, what happened in the end... Suicide? I didn't ask you to appease... Forget it, call the professor in charge of her class, I have something to ask. Also, send someone over Find my son."

   The breath that enveloped the office quietly dissipated.

  …

   "It's still a little sad...but how do you say it? It's a little more serious. I can only say that she is a poor girl, even though that child is not mine."

   After reading his own comments in the newspaper, Victor picked up the boiled wheat porridge in front of him.

   The other hand is not idle, flipping the newspaper to the last page, there are usually all kinds of recruitment information.

   He has been idle at home for a long time. Because the death of his parents left him a longhouse for rent, he didn't need to huddle with the fishy crew, but it was only enough to live on.

In the    Michelia incident, he was counted as one of the initiators: he made up the rumor that Michelia had an abortion. Victor wasn't Michelia's boyfriend, didn't even know Michelia -- but that didn't stop him from messing with the water.

   Although there is no benefit at all, seeing himself become the focus of discussion, this illusory pursuit makes him enjoy it,

   glanced at piece after piece of recruitment information.

  Vido hopes that with his vast experience he will find a job speaking in the municipal sector, which he is really good at.

   A bowl of wheat porridge was quickly finished, and Victor leaned back on the chair and burped.

   After resting for a while, he put on his slippers and walked to the door with the leftover soup lunch box in his hand.

  Squeak-

   The door opened, and Victor, who was about to go out, slammed back, and a figure standing at the door startled him.

"……Hello?"

   The girl in front of her lowered her head, her eyes hidden in the shadows under her hair. But you can tell from the outline of her face that she is absolutely beautiful.

Is    a new tenant?

   He began to regret why he didn't change into a suit, spray perfume, and put on leather shoes before he came out.

   "You don't even know me..."

   The girl in front of the door slowly raised her head, and in a biting chilling voice, two lines of blood and tears and scarlet pupils crashed into Victor's eyes.

   The shocking scene made Victor stop breathing. He suddenly felt that this face was familiar, it seemed like...

   "You are Michelia! You are not dead..."

  Victor finally realizes that this is not a bliss, but the death of an evil ghost. He screamed and knelt down and begged for mercy: I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I'm just bored for a while, I-"

The voice of    stopped abruptly.

   The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground followed.

  …

   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said those words, woo woo, I feel very guilty and remorse after hearing that you committed suicide, I beg you to forgive me..."

   The girl in the uniform of the Prius Noble Academy knelt on the bed, her face pressed against the soft bed, trembling like a sieve and not daring to raise her head.

   The coldness that enveloped the room dissipated little by little. She waited for a long time and raised her head tremblingly.

   The blood-stained dress floating in the air has disappeared.

   There was panic on the girl's cheeks, and her eyes swept across the room, and indeed she could no longer see the ghostly shadow.

   She let out a long breath and leaned against the cold wall, still in shock.

  !

  …

  Adam felt that he was wrong, he really thought he was stupid enough.

   He is ordinary in appearance, just an apprentice raising horses. But he did become Michelia's boyfriend. The joy overwhelmed his head, so much so that he said it all for a few shillings.

  Man is dead, it's too late.

   He squatted in the stable and stared blankly at the reflection of the water in the manger, which reflected his face and another face.

   A chill came into his mind, Victor's hair stood on end, and the next moment, he felt that he couldn't move.

   Except for a little head turned back.

   "You... slut..." He yelled, and soon his head was screwed to the limit. This anger turned into fear, and he begged for mercy in pain: "Let me go... I know I was wrong... Did you forget that you said that you liked me most that night..."

   His head still twisted backwards uncontrollably.

  The blood foam overflowed from his mouth, and he said with difficulty: "Forgive...I...I..."

  Click——

When    consciousness was dying, a cold voice like **** sounded in his ears.

   "I'll wait for you there and kill you again."

  The incontinent corpse slid from the seat like a puddle of **** on the ground.

  The ruthless color in Michelia's red eyes gradually faded.

   Time to go back.

   (end of this chapter)