The hostess has unique killing skills

Chapter 37 Lock ([-])
In the classroom, because of the darkness, it is almost impossible to see things clearly. You can only see the neatly arranged tables in the first row, and the things behind you are a bit blurred and illusory.

Bai Tang's fingertips were cold, she stared at the front in a daze, trying hard to see the surrounding environment clearly.

But at this moment, shrouded in darkness, she seemed to be sealed in a huge shackle, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

It's like... going back to the horror of 12 years ago, back to the cramped and scary closet.

It's pitch black there, and you can't see anything. Even eating, drinking, and diarrhea have to be done in the cabinet. The smell is something that Bai Tang will never forget in his life. Even if it's only for half a month, it's like living in hell. .

The bloody scene at that time reappeared in front of her eyes. It was the scene of the eight-year-old child crying and howling beside his mother's body, being beaten by his agitated and frenzied father in an instant, and finally locked in the cabinet.

She herself seemed to be locked up again, without access to the outside air, and even the air in the place she was in had a musty smell.

"Don't... I was wrong, let me out..." Bai Tang, whose spirit was gradually disintegrating, could not restrain himself from recalling the scene at that time. Finally, sobbing, he stretched out his hands and hugged his head, trying to curl up his body together, trying to marinate his surroundings. keep out.

But it's useless.

Strings of memories hovered in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of them, and when he opened and closed his eyes, they were bloody, even Bai Tang's eyes were red.

She was like a trapped animal, holding on to the last bit of persistence, choking up sobbing.

"Dad, I was wrong...I was wrong, let me out, please let me out...I was wrong..." The eight-year-old Bai Tang and the 20-year-old Bai Tang overlapped each other, as if they were desperate and helpless. help outcasts.

In the classroom, her weeping and whimpering sounded again and again, mixed with a few broken words.

In the end, Bai Tang looked at the dried blood on his wrist with blood-red eyes, and suddenly smiled with tears in his lips.

"I was really wrong... I'll give you my life back, please let me go, okay?" After finishing speaking almost in a whisper, Bai Tang got up from the ground in a panic, but fell down again because of a sprained ankle. He fell down, turned to prostrate on the ground, and wanted to pick up the utility knife in the darkest place.

Just one click, just one click.

As long as that one click, everything is freed.

Bai Tang twisted her body and crawled towards the last row of the classroom where the darkness could not see the edge. The darkness mixed with the blood-red irritation in her eyes made her whimper on the spot after crawling for a while, muttering apologies and admitting mistakes.

For some reason, a burst of cynicism from the classmates in the afternoon suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Teacher, you can talk about your class, she is practicing drama here! I don't like being disturbed by others!"

"A drama?"

"Yes, she is acting in a drama!"

"What about acting in a drama?"

"What else can it be, play a dead man!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Hahaha……"

The sound of ridicule was like a tide, like a song of Chu, imprisoning Bai Tang in place and unable to move forward.

Finally, Bai Tang, who was on the verge of mental breakdown, let out an extremely hoarse growl, and his fingernails dug into the palm of his hand, feeling no pain at all.

She lay on the ground in constant convulsions, incessant convulsions...

Suddenly there was a series of hasty knocks on the door, only to hear someone shouting outside the door.

"Is anyone there? Is there anyone inside? Bai Tang, is that you? Is it you?" The voice came fast and urgent, echoing clearly in the empty corridor.

Bai Tang's head drooped on the ground, and she lost all strength. Before she closed her eyes, the scene at that time appeared in front of her eyes, which was slightly different from the memory.

Ah, it wasn't Bai Qingxue who brought someone to rescue her when she was locked in a cabinet and was about to die.

It's a little boy about her age...

(End of this chapter)