But what they felt was not just fear, but also absurdity and ridicule.
Because Liu Mingfan was completely dressed as a girl.
As classmates, they knew well that Liu Mingfan had no fetish for cross-dressing, not to the extent that he would turn aberrant after death and forget his own gender.
Qiao Weiwei and Li Bei screamed loudly in fright, tightly embraced by their boyfriends. Gao Feng's face was as pale as paper, but he gritted his teeth, his voice trembling, "Who... who are you?"
"It hurts so much here..." Liu Mingfan, the cross-dresser, pointed to his body, where knife wounds of varying depths were scattered.
Each stab was inflicted by the people in front of him.
"Liu Mingfan, stop playing tricks on us. We did kill someone, but we're not afraid of you. Your fate was well deserved." Gao Feng shouted harshly.
