School grass is reborn to save me

Chapter 37 Knowledge is Power

Cen Qinghui's heart tightened, and the sweat in her palms dripped onto her phone.

"Do you think it's quicker for the police to come, or for me to kick open this door and cut your neck?"

The voice was as hoarse as an old tree splitting open, and it made one's scalp tingle.

The air seemed to be frozen, no matter how hard Cen Qinghui tried, no oxygen could enter his lungs.

"Looks like he's still sleeping." The man said again in a low voice, as if coaxing a child.

Maybe I can't continue to call the police to stimulate him.

Cen Qinghui glanced back out of the window, wondering if it was possible for him to climb out of the window.

But there are no water pipes to climb outside the window of this bedroom, and there are only two or three outer boxes of the air conditioner that can't stand at all. It is absolutely impossible to step on the outer box of the air conditioner to get out like in the movie.

what should I do?

How long will it take for the police to arrive?Why is he still not leaving?Is it because you didn't get anything?

Or was it because he hadn't found the person he was really looking for?

The phone lights up and a WeChat message is displayed.

Cen Qingxuan was already trembling with nervousness, and had no time to pay attention to the WeChat messages sent in the middle of the night, most of them were night pushes from a certain official account.

The door lock was twisted, but it didn't open.

Cen Qinghui knew that this guy would soon pick the lock or kick the door directly!

By coincidence, Cen Qingxi clicked on the message.

Shu Yang: [Can't sleep. 】

Cen Qinghui couldn't describe how he felt at this moment, it was as if he had been drowning and struggling for a long time, thinking that he was bound to die, when suddenly someone threw a life buoy at him.

Cen Qinghui quickly replied: [The knife-wielding gangster is outside my bedroom door!Quickly find a way to get someone to save me! 】

After sending the message, the frozen heart finally jumped.

Shu Yang's reply was so fast that Cen Qinghui couldn't hold back her tears.

[Take a thick book and hide under the bed. 】

In just a few words, Cen Qinghui's cold limbs regained strength. He felt that he was not alone. Shu Yang was in another room. He could open the door and shout to scare the gangster, or find the neighbors upstairs and downstairs. come together!

Cen Qinghui quietly took the book of real questions on the desk, crawled under the bed, and gripped the phone tightly.

After half a minute, the door lock was picked.

Cen Qinghui hugged the book in her arms tightly, her fingers turned white.

The door was opened with a "squeak", and Cen Qingyun's heartstrings were also aroused high, and the nerves were so tense that they were about to break.

The man's shadow was getting closer and closer. He stood in front of the bed and looked around.

With a creepy chuckle, the man said, "It's such a big place, where can we hide?"

The closet was opened, and the man seemed to have picked up a school uniform, put it on his face and sniffed it.

"It's delicious."

Cen Qingyun is going crazy, what the hell is this guy trying to do?

Then, there was a "squeak" from above his head, and it was the man who sat on his bed and bounced it up and down.

What is Shu Yang doing now?Did he go to someone to save him?Or was he unable to find anyone in the middle of the night?

What should I do?

Suddenly, a face appeared on the edge of the bed!

It was the man who lowered his head.

His smile carried the excitement of finding the prey, and his eyes were like countless sharp knives cutting Cen Qingyu's nerves.

He has no scars on his face, not a man who drives a pickup truck during the day.He looked like a monster in the backlight, and a soft whistle sounded.

"Found you, pretty boy."

The knife was hanging beside the bed, and there was still a dark liquid hanging from the handle to the blade—could it be possible that he had killed someone before he came in?

Cen Qinghui wanted to shout out, but his throat was pinched by a huge force, let alone making a sound, he couldn't even shout out.

"Are you still waiting for the note to come to rescue you? The note guarding the downstairs of your house has already left! If he doesn't leave, I will give him five, six, seven, or eight knives!"

There are policemen downstairs?What's the meaning?

He even dared the police...

Cen Qinghui suddenly remembered, isn't this person the wanted criminal posted on the neighborhood bulletin board!

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a beautiful one, I can't bear to play it once and kill you!"

After finishing speaking, the man suddenly got down on his stomach and reached out to pull Cen Qingmei's hair.

Cen Qinghui woke up from the feeling of her scalp being pulled up.

"Help—help..."

The man laughed, his eyes froze, and the knife stabbed through him!

Cen Qinghui shrank back in a rush of adrenaline, his movements were so agile that he felt unbelievable, and he held up the collection of real questions like a shield.

"You broke your throat by shouting..."

The man gritted his teeth and hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly realized something and turned around, only to hear a "bang--", the man's head was hit hard by something.

His head hit the floor.

That strength and speed, so ruthless and decisive, seemed to smash his brains out!

Cen Qinghui froze there, her mind buzzing.

what happened?

Cen Qingyun saw a pair of feet under the bed, and the other party seemed to be trying not to make a sound, so she didn't even wear shoes.

Is it Shu Yang?

The knife in the man's hand did not loosen, and Cen Qinghui faintly saw his fingers move.

"Be careful—" Cen Qinghui shouted out.

There was another "bang" sound, and the gangster's head fell down again, at such a speed that Cen Qinghui couldn't see clearly, and even the side of his body that was close to the ground could feel the vibration of the floor.

This time, the criminal's knife was completely loosened.

Shu Yang kicked the knife away, lifted Cen Qingyi's seat directly, and put him on the man's body, pinching his shoulders.

"Come out." Shu Yang knelt on one knee beside the bed, lowered his head to look at Cen Qingxi inside.

His voice still sounded so cold, but there were rare fluctuations - Shu Yang's throat seemed to be trembling.

Cen Qinghui looked into the other person's eyes, unable to move.

"Don't be afraid, come out."

This time, Shu Yang stretched out his hand towards him.

Cen Qinghui grasped it without hesitation, her fiery palm and strong fingers clasped him, and pulled him out easily.

The first time he saw the man lying on the ground, Cen Qingyu's center of gravity was unstable, his legs gave way, and he fell to the side.

Shu Yang grabbed him, let him sit by the bed, then opened Cen Qingyi's closet, found his school uniform jacket, and put it on his shoulders.

"The police will be here soon," Shu Yang said.

It was only then that Cen Qinghui discovered that what Shu Yang used to knock down that man turned out to be a Xinhua dictionary!

Only Shu Yang with such long fingers and such great strength can easily use the Xinhua Dictionary as a brick.

"Are you up?" Shu Yang asked.

Cen Qinghui nodded and shook her head, and then felt that she was so cowardly, how could she be so soft.

"Don't feel bad about yourself."

Whatever Shu Yang said, Cen Qinghui nodded.

"Do you want to wait here for the police?"

"Do not want to."

After the words were finished, Shu Yang bent down, wrapped one hand around Cen Qinghui's leg, and picked him up with one hand. With the other hand, he took Cen Qinghui's mobile phone and put it in his pocket. At that time, he took away his schoolbag.

Since the third grade of elementary school, Cen Qinghui has never enjoyed such treatment again.

No, the point should be why Shu Yang is so strong?

They had just walked into the living room when a tall man rushed in with a gun in hand. When he pointed the gun at Shu Yang, Cen Qinghui was startled.

"Hold on—police!"

But Shu Yang just raised his chin back slightly, "The wanted criminal is inside. We'll wait for you next door."

The policeman who rushed over had a scar on his cheek - he was the man who appeared next to Cen Qingyi and drove a pickup truck that looked like a serial murderer!

So... he is the policeman who the wanted man said was guarding Cen Qinghui?

"Fuck! What's going on here!" After the policeman rushed into the bedroom, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The wanted criminal lay face down on the ground in embarrassment, with blood on his forehead, nose, and mouth. There was a chair on his body, a thick Xinhua dictionary beside him, and a knife that had been kicked to the door.

The police quickly tested the wanted criminal's neck, "Good guy, you're still alive..."

Not long after, the sound of sirens echoed in the community, and three or four police cars drove in and surrounded their unit.

More than half of the originally dark lights came on one after another, and many neighbors poked their heads out of the window, wondering what happened.

Several policemen rushed to Cen's house, and they were all stunned after entering the second bedroom.

"Where's the ambulance? If you don't come, I'm afraid this wanted criminal will become a fool!"

"Here we are... on the way... Where is the head of the household?"

"Tonight, a boy in the first and third year of high school is at home, and my mother is on night shift in the hospital. I have already called her to come back. My father is out of town and won't arrive until tomorrow."

"How is that boy?"

"It's at the neighbor's house next door. The wanted criminal was smashed with a dictionary by the neighbor's high school boy!"

"Oh my god, are the boys these days so powerful? Can a wanted criminal with a knife knock him out?"

Shu Yang put Cen Qingyu on his sofa.

"Your mother's phone number." Shu Yang handed him the phone.

Cen Qingyun swallowed hard to calm her heart rate, but she just called out "Mom", and her tears almost didn't hold back.

Jiao Ting was terrified, her voice was full of self-blame and crying, "Ah Qing...it's my mother's fault! Mom should be with you! You said you want to change the door lock, and mother should change it right away. !"

At this moment, Cen Qinghui finally understood the real intention of "Master"'s phrase "change the lock".

——Not the bicycle lock, but the door lock at home.

"Mom, don't worry! I'm fine! I'm really fine! I'm waiting for you at Lingju's house now, and my classmate Shu Yang is by my side to accompany me! There are many, many policemen, don't worry! "

Hearing Jiao Ting's flustered voice, Cen Qinghui forced herself to calm down.

The two talked on the phone for a while, and then heard voices coming from the corridor.

Shu Yang walked to the door and glanced at him, "The wanted criminal is being carried on a stretcher."

"Pick up the stretcher?"

"Well, don't worry, I'm in handcuffs. There are several policemen around me, and I can't run away." Shu Yang said.

"Oh." Cen Qinghui lowered her head.

There was silence in the room again, only the sound of the police collecting evidence next door.

"You won't be able to go back home for a while." Shu Yang sat down beside him.

"You...you are really good, I just sent a text message, you didn't even have a knife... you came here with a dictionary."

Cen Qinghui was afraid of silence, as long as there was no sound around him, he would think of himself sitting in the room alone, and the voice of the wanted criminal was outside the door.

One of his hands was holding his cell phone, and the other was in his coat pocket. His palms were covered with cold sweat. He knew he was still shaking, but he tried his best to look calm.

"Knowledge is power." Shu Yang said.

"what?"

"I said dictionary."

Cen Qingyun was stunned for a moment, if it was normal, he would have laughed out a long time ago.

Shu Yang has always been unrestrained, and it is rare for him to be humorous.

"You... are so powerful, you dare to save me even with a knife in your hand."

"He has a bomb strapped on, and I will come too." Shu Yang replied.

An inexplicable emotion surged into her heart, and Cen Qingyun's eyes blurred.

"I'm useless, right? I was scared when I saw him go to my parents' house with a knife in his hand! If my parents were at home, would I hide like a coward? He When I was outside my room...I...my soul was about to fly out...he talked to me, he knew that I would call the police and he was not afraid...he expected that the police would not come so soon...if you didn't come , he will drag me out and stab me with ten or twenty knives, right... My mother will definitely not recognize me..."

Cen Qinghui didn't know what he was talking about, he just couldn't stop.

Someone grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into an embrace.

The hands wrapped around his body, obviously very tight, so tight that his bones were strangled, so tight that he was almost out of breath, but because the other party couldn't see his expression, he finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears Come down, rubbing into each other's arms recklessly.

"I'm not that powerful, and I'm not brave at all. I'm just... experienced." Shu Yang's voice was muffled.

But compared to the usual cold and bland voice, it was much more real.

"Why don't I have such experience! I just hide under the bed! I don't look like a man at all! I'm so scared to fuck off! I can't even stand up...I still want to cry now... ..."

He is so embarrassing.

Shu Yang witnessed the most thrilling and most embarrassing moment in his life so far.

"Cry if you want to."

"I'm not a child..."

Shu Yang patted Cen Qingyu's back lightly, and whispered: "Crying does not mean cowardice. We will be braver every time we finish crying."

Cen Qinghui whispered sullenly: "You have never cried..."

"I have cried many times, but you can't see it every time." Shu Yang replied.

This time, he miscalculated, and it was almost irreparable.

Cen Qinghui gradually calmed down after a meal of emotional output.

Shu Yang's embrace was tight, but for some reason, Cen Qinghui would rather suffocate to death in his embrace than let him let go.

He heard Shu Yang's heartbeat, one by one, it was a certainty and solemnity that he had never felt before.

He also heard Shu Yang's breathing, which was like the wind blowing from the mountains and seas, blowing into his heart, as if his every breath was filled with the warmth of Shu Yang.

There were footsteps in the corridor, and the voice of the police.

"Ms. Jiao Ting? Your son is at the opposite door!" A policeman reminded.

"Ah Qing! Ah Qing! Where are you? Mom is back!" Jiao Ting's voice came.

Shu Yang let go of Cen Qinghui, and he stood up. At that moment, Cen Qinghui wanted to tug at the corner of his clothes like a kindergarten child, but he still took his hand back.

Shu Yang's hand rubbed the top of his head, and there was silent comfort in his eyes. Cen Qingxi was relieved, and Shu Yang went to open the door for Jiao Ting.