Liu Jianfeng held the gun in one hand and pressed the light switch with the other hand, kneeling down to shoot. He was stunned on the spot.

This warm bedroom is so weird, with classic background music ringing in my ears, as if someone is drifting through the dark corridor.

Yang Zitong was sitting on the bed, with the Xia Liang quilt still covering her legs. Her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and her bloodshot eyes were full of horror. The most important thing was that her pajamas were all unbuttoned and she was wearing them.

Pajamas will not pass underwear.

There seemed to be a pair of bamboo shoots sprouting from the ground inside the open skirt.

"Ah!" Teacher Yang suddenly noticed something unusual and screamed. He quickly grabbed his clothes and stared at Liu Jianfeng, as if he wanted to kill someone and silence him.

Liu Jianfeng put away his gun and stood up, asking: "What's going on?"

Yang Zitong's pale face had turned red, but the fear still did not subside. He pointed at the window and said, "There is a ghost!"

Liu Jianfeng frowned and walked forward quickly, looking at the glass window carefully. It was pitch dark outside, but the glass window was clean and bright. Where could the ghost come from?

"Are you dreaming?" Liu Jianfeng asked subconsciously, but he denied his question because the music was still playing after all.

He searched for the sound and quickly found the cell phone that made the sound. It was under the bed, and the music was playing in a loop: "Is this your cell phone?"

Yang Zitong looked at it and nodded. He just didn't know how his mobile phone fell under the bed and how the music sounded. He didn't have such ringtone music. It should be played online. Who operated it?

This was so weird that it sent chills down Yang Zitong's spine. His hair seemed to stand on end, but he didn't dare to move. He had to pull on his clothes by himself.

Liu Jianfeng turned off the music, looked down at Yan Xiaoyu who was sleeping soundly in the bed, and asked Yang Zitong: "What are you talking about?"

Yang Zitong thought hard for a while and said: "I don't know if it's real or a dream. I felt like I encountered a ghost. When I opened my eyes, I saw a scary ghost face pasted on the window, with scarlet eyes staring at me.

Look, then this music started playing."

Liu Jianfeng reached out and touched the glass. There was nothing special. He breathed at the glass, but nothing appeared: "Maybe it was something set on the phone accidentally. It's okay."

That's what he said, but Liu Jianfeng didn't dare to be careless at all. After all, these two people had received the underworld poster and were being watched by underworld killers. God knows what methods these bastards would use.

Although Liu Jianfeng did not believe that they could find the safe house, let alone that they could break through and kill people, he still did not dare to take it lightly.

According to Liu Jianfeng's idea, if a master really wants to kill someone, no place in the world is safe, and a safe house with professional bodyguard protection is no exception. At least Liu Jianfeng can do it himself.

But he still couldn't figure out what was going on with the music that suddenly fell under the bed and played automatically, and the grimace on the window?

Does the enemy want to scare Yang Zitong to death? This is too childish.

There is another doubt. Although it is difficult to ask, Liu Jianfeng has to ask: "Teacher Yang, why are the buttons of your pajamas open?"

Yang Zitong suddenly trembled all over. Which pot should you not open and pick up, right? You secretly laughed when you saw it, and you still asked?

This is like a stinky gangster watching a girl get naked, and when he has seen enough, he still wants to remind her.

What do you mean? Could you still deliberately open it up to him?

However, if you look closely at Liu Jianfeng, you will see that he does not look dirty at all, which seems really strange.

After calming down, Yang Zitong also felt a little puzzled. Although the weather was a bit hot tonight, she definitely didn't have a problem with unbuttoning her clothes while sleeping. She was very sure of this.

Thinking of this, the hairs on my hair stood up again. I had only heard of ghosts pressing down on the bed before, but never heard of ghosts taking off their clothes. This seemed to be the exclusive domain of perverts.

She couldn't help but look at Liu Jianfeng again, remembering that Yan Xiaoyu had asked him before if he liked her.

And this guy doesn't look like a good person. Could it be that he arranged all this and wanted to 'attack' me at night?

Liu Jianfeng didn't know Yang Zitong's thoughts. In fact, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. He seemed to be born with conflicts with teachers. Anyway, no teacher liked him since he was a child. On the contrary, he didn't like any teacher, although he was not like him.

Just like that guy, when he saw his teacher more than 20 years later, his heart was full of new and old hatreds and he beat him violently. However, Liu Jianfeng still had no good impression of his teacher. Maybe he was always punished, scolded and asked his parents to leave a shadow.

Too deep.

He shook his head to dispel the distracting thoughts in his mind, checked the room to one side, closed the curtains, and then asked Yang Zitong: "Didn't my colleague tell you before that you are not allowed to bring mobile phones and contact the outside world during the period of protection?"

"As I said, I did as well." Yang Zitong said, "I just carry my phone with me, but it is turned off."

Liu Jianfeng nodded, turned over the question in an instant, and asked again: "What dream did you have just now?"

Yang Zitong's face slowly turned pale again. He wanted to think about it but didn't dare to think too much. He was very confused.

After a long while, he said: "I can't remember clearly. I feel like someone told me that when my life span is over, there are ghosts who want to lock me up and send me to the underworld to be tortured. I feel very heavy."

Liu Jianfeng doesn't know how to interpret dreams, but she also knows that this may be a conjecture caused by fear after she saw the underworld post and was immediately quarantined and protected. She was under too much psychological pressure.

But Liu Jianfeng couldn't figure out the sudden music playing on his mobile phone, but he still said to Yang Zitong: "It's okay, you are just too stressed and have never experienced anything like this, so your random thoughts led to nightmares. Just sleep peacefully. I

Just stay on top of this."

"Here?" Yang Zitong asked without thinking, feeling as if he was scarier than a ghost.

"Next door is okay." Liu Jianfeng said helplessly: "Leave your phone to me for safekeeping first."

Yang Zitong turned off her phone and handed it to him. There was too much of her privacy in it. What if this guy peeked in?

Liu Jianfeng smiled bitterly, feeling that Teacher Yang was thinking too much.

He took his cell phone and returned to his bedroom. No one was there, but he was staring at the cell phone. The light next door was also always on, and Yang Zitong probably couldn't sleep either.

After struggling for most of the night, the sky has turned white. A big rooster raised by someone in the community crows a few times. When the rooster sings, the whole world becomes white, and the evil spirits disappear.

Although it doesn't matter if he stays up a few nights, Liu Jianfeng must be on high alert, so he still needs to ensure that his physical and mental strength are at their peak to cope with any emergencies.

So he looked at the white sky outside, yawned and lay down to sleep.

I was confused and didn’t know how long I had slept, but I was awakened by the urge to urinate.

After waking up, he stood up and walked out of the room with sleepy eyes. He glanced at the bedroom opposite. The door was open. Yang Zitong was still sleeping on the bed, covered with a quilt, with his back to him.

Just be fine.

Liu Jianfeng said something in his mind and wandered to the toilet.

He stretched out his hand to open the toilet door and was suddenly stunned.

His eyes widened in horror, and his whole body suddenly became energetic.

"Ah... gangster, you... close the door quickly!" There was a woman sitting on the toilet, which startled Liu Jianfeng, and the scream made him feel at a loss. He subconsciously closed the door, but

The woman shouted louder: "I told you to go out and close the door!"

"Oh!" Liu Jianfeng turned around in panic and went out, slamming the door shut. He was no longer sleepy.

What's going on? I just saw her sleeping on the bed and I just came to the toilet. Why is she sitting there? Those white thighs are so real.

Liu Jianfeng hurriedly came to the bedroom door and looked at the bed in the master bedroom. Only Yan Xiaoyu was there with his arms crossed, but...

Who was the person who fell asleep with his back to me just now?

I obviously saw it. Her long black hair was lying on the pillow. Her hair was still a little messy. The quilt was covering her body. Her figure was like a mountain with undulating curves.

But what about people? Why are they in the toilet?

Liu Jianfeng walked into the bedroom quickly and looked at the bed carefully. The little girl was not sleeping well, lying on her back, but she was sleeping soundly. There was drool hanging from the corner of her mouth, and she would squeak from time to time. She seemed to be dreaming about eating.

He reached out and touched the bed. There was residual warmth, but it was not enough to support his judgment. After all, there were two people sleeping on the bed.

But, this damn thing is so weird. Could it be that I am dazzled? Even if I am a little confused in my sleep, I will definitely not see it wrong at such a close distance.

Haunted? How is it possible? If there really are ghosts in this world, and ghosts have some super powers, then there is no need to practice. You can get super powers just by dying, and just commit suicide.

Just when Liu Jianfeng was puzzled, Yang Zitong came out of the bathroom, walking in the wind, and his anger meter was full. When he saw Liu Jianfeng standing in front of the bed, he became even more angry, and gritted his teeth and said: "Come out."

The teacher's words seemed to have magical power, and Liu Jianfeng followed her out by accident.

Yang Zitong closed the door, stared at him fiercely, and said: "You bastard, what on earth do you want to do? You are just a thief, right? Believe it or not, I will file a complaint against you."

"Teacher Yang, please don't get excited, I think something is a little strange." Liu Jianfeng said helplessly.

"What's weird? You broke into our room in the middle of the night and broke into the bathroom early in the morning. This is weird. You are obviously perverted, obscene, dirty, and disgusting..." Yang Zitong, who was already nervous, completely burst out at this time:

"What kind of careless attitude do you have? Stand still for me, lean against the wall, put your hands down, you are a monkey, you keep scratching your head."

Liu Jianfeng was speechless for a while. These words and the tone felt very familiar, as if they brought him back to his student days.

Fortunately, he was a junior teacher. If he was a senior teacher, he might have given him a few blows directly.
Chapter completed!