That student turned sex

Chapter 14 14

As soon as Ji Xiaohan opened his eyes, he heard Qi Ming's voice ringing in his ears.

"Han Da, then I'll go first, you go back alone at night and pay attention to safety."

Hearing this familiar voice, Ji Xiaohan suddenly "woke up". When he looked up, he found that he was sitting in the classroom. On the blackboard, there was the process of solving the problem of the trajectory equation of the moving point p on the hyperbola written by Pan Lin.

The students around are still packing their things, and the end of the school bell has not completely disappeared.

Could it be that he was dreaming of everything that happened before?

Ji Xiaohan hurriedly turned on the phone, the date on the screen showed that it was still August 26th, not any other day of the year.

The digital clock showed that it was 35:[-] p.m., just when the school bell rang.

Ji Xiaohan turned his head and looked out the window. The sun had not yet set outside, so he turned his head again. Qi Ming who was beside him had already packed his schoolbag, and finally waved to him and left the classroom door.

The scene was exactly the same as what he experienced not long ago, as if it happened again yesterday.

Ji Xiaohan frowned strangely, feeling extremely uncomfortable in his heart, what's going on?

Could it be that he was really dreaming those things before?

Or is he dreaming at this moment?

Was it a dream before?Or is this moment a dream?

If it's a dream, it's too real, right?No matter before or now, it seems to be a real life scene.

And if it was a dream, why would he have such a dream?

Ji Xiaohan didn't want to understand these questions, he tentatively pinched himself with his hand, "Hiss—!" The pain hit instantly.

It hurts?Was it not a dream?

After Ji Xiaohan pinched himself, realizing that this moment might not be a dream, he began to pack his schoolbag, but there was still a strange feeling in his heart.

He got up and walked towards the back door of the classroom as usual.

Halfway through, he suddenly noticed something was wrong, and consciously glanced at the back row.

But no one in the back row.

No one was lying there sleeping, and there were no three idiots surrounding him secretly watching him and muttering to himself.

Yan Mo and those people had already run away as usual.

Ji Xiaohan thought, maybe it was really a dream before?The scene in front of him is in line with his normal life.

However, it was the first time he fell asleep while drawing in class, and it was unbelievable that he had such a strange dream.

It is said that dreams reflect reality and psychology.But the previous scene was neither realistic nor in line with his psychology.

There's something odd about this.

Ji Xiaohan left the school along the familiar path with complicated thoughts.

When he reached the intersection, he took a look at the path, thought about it, and decided to take a look around the path.

Just then, something strange happened.

A thought directly interfered with him, no matter what he thought and tried to control his limbs, his feet still walked along the original road, and his body was not under his control at this moment.

There is another spiritual force dominating his body.

□□Out of the control of his soul.

Ji Xiaohan immediately confirmed that he was really in a dream at this moment.

This is the world of dreams.

He is in the same body as himself in the dream.

How did he live this day in his dream?

Ji Xiaohan obeyed another will in his body, went from the main road to the bus platform, took the bus to the studio, handed in the painting smoothly, and took the three hundred yuan.

During this period, he also tried to use the same method to ask Feng Jian to transfer the money he embezzled, but it was useless. The dream couldn't help him at all, and he couldn't even speak.

He is like a ghost, he just spends the night in his own body, he can touch the details, but he can't change the original direction of the matter.

This situation made Ji Xiaohan give up the idea of ​​trying to control his body in the dream.

He made it all the way to the station and then went home.

There was no sign of Yan Mo during the whole process, and he didn't even stop at the milk tea shop.

When I arrived at the station, it was only 07:30 in the evening, and the sky had not yet completely darkened.

Naturally, his father would not come to pick him up, because his father had just left work at this time, and judging from tonight's situation, he should have just gone to buy meat.

Ji Xiaohan took the bus alone. When he got home, he entered the yard and found that his grandfather was sitting in the main room resting his mind, and silently resting in the yard.

After silently seeing Ji Xiaohan, he immediately raised his head, jumped up and rushed over, grabbing his leg like reality.

Ji Xiaohan squatted down, hugged its front legs and touched its head, his hands sank into the soft fur, the touch was so real, his heart softened a bit.

His mother was cleaning the house, and when she saw him, she asked him if he was thirsty.

Ji Xiaohan let go of the dog and said, "Thirsty."

His mother poured him water, and after he drank a glass of water, he knocked on Ji Xiaoyu's door again.

After a long time, the door opened, and Ji Xiaohan saw at a glance that on his younger sister's desk, there was a colorful envelope pressed under a textbook.

"Reading novels again?" Ji Xiaohan quietly asked his sister.

Ji Xiaoyu peeked at his mother, giggled, and whispered, "Relax, relax!"

Just when the two were laughing and laughing for a while, the father came home with vegetables, pork and pork ribs.

After entering the door, I saw him still smiling: "Xiaohan is back, I bought ribs today, and I will make soup tonight."

Ji Xiaohan and Ji Xiaoyu turned around and went out together, smiling at their father: "Okay!"

Ji Xiaohan stepped forward to pick up the dishes, took them to the kitchen, and cleaned them up with his mother.

That night, the family had a quiet dinner, drank a pot of pork rib soup, and then went to sleep.

Everything seemed so peaceful.

No Yan Mo came to knock on the door, and no one shared a bed with him in his clothes.

But Ji Xiaohan was lying on the bed, tossing and turning unable to sleep, another spiritual force in his body was anxious.

He could feel it, and couldn't sleep with his eyes closed, and he didn't know why.

It wasn't until midnight that he finally understood why he was uneasy. Without Yan Mo, the same "thunder" exploded in the middle of the night.

The barking of the dog followed, but it disappeared quickly. It was as short as an illusion. Not to mention waking up the neighbor, even waking him up was very difficult.

It's just that he wasn't asleep, so he heard the sound.

Ji Xiaohan woke up in the middle of the night, and when he heard the movement, he left the bedroom. He picked up the clothes fork in the corner, and the door of the main room opened.

He beat them out with a fork, and when he stood at the entrance of the main house, he saw that the gate of his own courtyard had been opened, and a few people came in from the courtyard, exactly the same people as tonight.

They wore the same clothes, the same haircut, and the difference was that no glass was broken, and none of them were injured.

No one stood in the yard to stop them, and they even had one more person with a knife.

The dog was lying at the gate of the yard. It was hacked because of its barking, and it fell into a pool of blood. It was already dying, with only a slight whimper.

Ji Xiaohan couldn't restrain his great grief, whether it was him or another spiritual will, the mood at the moment was equally unbearable.

Mo Mo has been raised by them for seven or eight years. According to the dog's birth, he is already in the prime of life, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a relative of their family.

For a moment, Ji Xiaohan couldn't tell whether these people came to steal or seek revenge.

But before he could think about it, his body followed another will, picked up the clothes fork, and rushed out.

It's not that you want to fight hard with each other.It's just that I don't know what's wrong, another will seems to be stimulated by the opponent's knife, and wants to drive them away as soon as possible.

Ji Xiaohan's force value is the same as it is now, and he has not lost the fight with the opponent.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other party fought Ji Xiaohan a few times before running away.

At this time, Ji Xiaohan's father also came out of the house, Ji Xiaohan was distracted for a moment, his arm was slashed by the opposite person, and a stream of heat flowed down his right arm.

Behind him, Ji's father was impatient when he saw this scene, and wanted to help his son with a mop.

……

Countless times afterwards, this scene was something Ji Xiaohan never dared to recall, and it was the most terrifying nightmare in his heart when he dreamed back at midnight.

It was the second time in his life that he shed tears since he could remember.

This is indeed the most difficult scene for Ji Xiaohan to accept and see in his entire life.

In an instant, he even merged with another spiritual force unconsciously, screaming at his father's place: "Dad——!!!"

But any words or actions became pale at this moment, and he could only watch helplessly as his father fell down suddenly.

A knife was pierced into the usually broad and stalwart chest, and the tip of the knife was pulled out after sinking into it. Bright red blood instantly gushed out from the knife edge, staining his clothes red.

……

……Who is he?

where is he?

At this moment, is he really dreaming?

Why would he dream of such a scene?

Who is the person who fell to the ground in front of him?

father?

...Is this really not an illusion?

But in the next second, Ji Xiaohan couldn't care less about thinking that he was just a dreamer.

He couldn't see what hideous look his expression had turned into in an instant, and he couldn't think of anything else.

who cares.

Who cares who is running.

Even if the sky falls, it has nothing to do with him.

He just ran to his father with all his heart.

However, it was only a few steps away, but a few meters away, but he felt as if he would never be able to walk in this lifetime.

He knelt down, clutching the wound on his father's chest with his hands, desperately trying to stop the blood from gushing out.

He couldn't feel his hands, maybe they weren't hands anymore, they were forceps to stop bleeding, tools to repair wounds.

But it was also a hand, it could only be continuously stained red with blood, the blood overflowed from his fingers, and mixed with his own blood at the wrist.

Ji Xiaohan's world is about to collapse.

Those who broke in seemed to realize that the matter was serious. They only wanted to make money, but they didn't expect that they seemed to be killed.

Terrified for a moment, they all ran out the door, and disappeared within a few seconds.

Ji Xiaohan knelt in the courtyard, his younger sister and mother rushed over, they didn't even bother to cry, his younger sister screamed: "! Hospital!! Go to the hospital!!"

Ji Xiaohan just woke up, he picked up his father and went out, his mother and younger sister hurriedly knocked on the door, looking for someone to take him to the hospital.

A neighbor was awakened from his sleep by the sound of knocking on the door. When he went out, he saw that the four blood-stained people were waiting at the door of his house. away from the hospital.

Ji Xiaohan hugged his father, and his father's hand tightly held his hand, without saying a word.

He didn't dare to breathe out, for fear that if he breathed out, his father would be gone.

The whole person was out of his mind, his mind was blank, he felt difficult to breathe, and his eyes drifted to the hospital with the car.

However, before he got to the hospital, he was suddenly stabbed in the eyes by a strong light in the distance.

Something huge hit their little car.

What sounds, what pictures, what feelings, all disappeared from his world.

He fell into a coma.

This world must be fake...

This was Ji Xiaohan's only thought before he fell into a coma.

……

"…………daughter in law?"

"...Han Han?"

"Xiao Han?"

Someone spoke in the ear, although the voice was low, but it was very gentle.

"...Don't cry, it's okay, nothing happened..."

Someone touched his face lightly, and his fingertips were hot.

Ji Xiaohan suddenly woke up from a burst of heart palpitations.

Like a fish leaping from the deep sea to the shore, it instantly gains free and easy air.

But in the next second, he began to struggle desperately due to lack of oxygen, and wanted to go back to the sea.

He opened his mouth and breathed heavily, his whole body was as if he lacked oxygen, his chest was in pain, his hands were clenched into fists by his sides, and his bare fingertips were deeply pinched into his palms.

"It's okay, it's okay, really, it's okay."

Someone hugged him, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him in his ear: "Are you awake, are you uncomfortable?...Take a deep breath, come on, listen to me, first inhale...exhale...inhale again, then... vomit……"

After taking such a few deep breaths, Ji Xiaohan finally felt better, and slowly recovered his normal breathing.

He let go of his hand, raised his hand and touched his face, and found that his cheeks were full of tears.

But he didn't care about anything else, he turned over and kicked his legs out, and was ready to get up and put on his shoes to see his parents and sister.

"Boom!" There was a sound of something falling to the ground.

"Ouch!" Then came a cry of pain, Ji Xiaohan looked distractedly.

It was Yan Mo, who originally occupied only a small half of the edge of the bed, and was kicked by him by turning over, and fell to the ground, hitting his buttocks on the ground.

At this moment, Yan Mo was looking at him with an aggrieved face. Yan Mo rubbed his buttocks with one hand, and whispered: "... murdered my husband, this is it."

But Ji Xiaohan really didn't care about him, got out of bed in a few steps, and left the bedroom.

In a panic, he walked to the door of his parents' bedroom and stood at the door, but he felt timid for a while.

After a lot of difficulty, he raised his hand cautiously, and then gently twisted the lock of his father's bedroom door.

He didn't unscrew it.

Their family likes to lock the bedroom door at night.

However, this meant that both parents were inside and did not come out.

probably?

Are you all sleeping in it?

Ji Xiaohan hesitated for a moment, let go of the door lock, and was about to knock on the door.

"...Parents are already asleep, so let's talk about things tomorrow?"

Yan Mo has already followed, rubbing his buttocks, holding Ji Xiaohan with his free hand, and leaning over to look at him.

But Ji Xiaohan ignored him, still standing in front of the door in a daze.

"Huh?" Yan Mo shook his hand in front of his eyes: "Listen to me, okay?"

Ji Xiaohan didn't say yes or no, he just stood at the door for a while with a dazed expression on his face.

Yan Mo didn't say a word and stood with him.

When Ji Xiaohan finally returned to normal, he pushed open the main room door and looked towards the yard.

The moonlight shone in, and those green glass shards were still spread on the ground around the yard, some of which were stained with blood, and glowed a dark red under the moonlight.

Momo was lying at the gate of the yard, when he heard the noise, he raised his head to look at Ji Xiaohan, and then lay back on his stomach.

Ji Xiaohan's gaze became erratic again.

"Hiss! It hurts!" Yan Mo said suddenly, screaming in pain, and said to Ji Xiaohan: "Xiaohan... I may have hurt my butt, can you find some medicine for me to rub?"

Ji Xiaohan looked sideways at Yan Mo, who had a perverted smile on Yan Mo's face.

He suddenly asked himself in his heart.

If there is no Yan Mo, will the situation in the dream become reality?

If Yan Mo wasn't here tonight, would he still be standing here, looking at the yard so quietly?

If all this didn't happen because of Yan Mo's existence, it means that Yan Mo almost saved his family...

If Ji Xiaohan and the others finished asking back questions, the original question before going to bed would pop up again.

So, why did Yan Mo come to his house today?Also do those preventive things?

Is it really just a coincidence like he said?

Not a prophet?

……

Yan Mo was looked at by him, and he didn't say what he wanted to be obedient: "Then...how about you give me the medicine, and I will rub it myself..."

……

Forget it, there will be no result if you ask him again.

Ji Xiaohan took a deep breath.

"wait a moment."

After finishing speaking, Ji Xiaohan locked the door of the main room and stopped looking outside. He went back to the bedroom, found a small bottle of safflower oil in the drawer, handed it to Yan Mo, paused, and finally said: " ...You rub it yourself."

Yan Mo took it, and Ji Xiaohan lay back on the bed.

Yan Mo looked at him carefully, and found that Ji Xiaohan didn't look at him, so he poured a little bit of oil into the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands as if pretending to be, and put the oil back on the table.

He pretended to rub his buttocks again, and then lay back down.

Ji Xiaohan didn't pay attention to him at all, he opened his eyes and looked at the roof, the previous dream images in his mind gradually faded, except for a few places that impressed him deeply, he couldn't remember anything else.

It was a horrible nightmare.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

The next day, Ji Xiaohan got up before dawn.

Yan Mo got up after him, quietly went to brush his teeth, and then took out the clothes he washed after taking a shower last night.

After a night, it would have dried, so he put it on directly, and let out a sigh of relief.

The clothes Ji Xiaohan gave him were really small, and the trousers were tight. He held back all night, and then he would put on his own clothes before he was freed.

Ji Xiaohan went to the kitchen to cook porridge, put in six eggs, and took a few pieces of cake, cut them separately, and put them in the pot to heat up.

Then he sat down at the dinner table and waited.

Ji's father got up early and pushed open the door, startled: "Xiaohan? Why do you get up so early? You don't sleep much during the holiday?"

Ji Xiaohan looked at his father without blinking his eyes for a moment, looked carefully at his chest for a while, and then said: "Well, I'm used to getting up early at school."

"This kid! Why did you get up so early? Have you finished your breakfast?!" Ji's mother also came out.

Only then did Ji Xiaohan completely let go of his hanging heart.

The family had a quiet breakfast.

The younger sister volunteered to come and do the cleaning, the mother went out to buy vegetables as usual, the father went to work, and the grandfather played with the dog.

For the rest, Ji Xiaohan and Yan Mo went out to the police station together.

I want to know how the case ends.

When they arrived at the police station, the police took them in.