After passing through the book, he was targeted by two fierce A's

"The situation is like this. This classmate voluntarily gave up the dormitory provided by the school because he wanted to transfer. I remember that your parents are very supportive of your accommodation, right. Go home and discuss with them. If there is a result, then... Ye Jue?"

It was raining lightly outside the window.

The rain dripped from the eaves and passed through the transparent windows, making a slight muffled sound.

Ye Jue came back to his senses, the heating in the office was full, and the grade director looked at him worriedly: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Ye Jue asked hesitantly after he didn't sleep well last night, and his eyes were still black and blue, "Teacher, what about the accommodation expenses..."

The grade director said: "Student He Ziran previously applied for a dormitory, and he applied for a building just built by the school. If you agree, we will reduce the fee for you."

...the newly built dormitory building.

It sounds expensive.

Thinking of Ye's father and Ye's mother's salary of only a few hundred yuan a month, Ye Jue was silent for a moment, "Teacher, I heard that there are some old-fashioned dormitories in the school, can I live there."

"Old-style dormitory building?" The grade director paused for a moment, "...you can, but there are very few students living there. Ye Jue, I suggest you live in a new-style building. I can help you apply for a reduction or exemption for the fee."

"Or you go back and discuss it with your parents?"

"There's no need to discuss it," Ye Jue heaved a sigh of relief, "I'll just live in the old-fashioned dormitory."

The grade director looked anxious, "Are you sure? Ye Jue, if you have any concerns, you can tell the teacher, the new building..."

Seeing the bewilderment gradually appearing on Ye Jue's face, the grade director changed his tone, "Alright, since you have already selected the dormitory, I will show you the bed right now."

This topic became too fast, and Ye Jue followed him out subconsciously: "Go to the dormitory now? But I still have class next semester."

"It's okay, Ye Jue, you can go."

Jiang Heping, who was not far away, took a sip of his tea happily, and looked at him with a very gentle look, and couldn't help but give full play to his nagging expertise, and began to mutter.

"Before I knew that your home was near the crime scene, I was very worried. I am really relieved that you are willing to stay."

"But don't the old dormitory buildings always have beds?" He looked at the grade director who was sweating on his forehead strangely, "How did I hear that there were no beds?"

The grade director's heart skipped a beat.

The corners of his eyes twitched and he replied: "...the information is wrong. We always thought that everyone wanted to live in a new-style building."

If it is a new building, there is indeed a shortage of beds.

Jiang Heping didn't think much, "I see."

Following behind the grade director, Ye Jue passed Class ([-]) with mixed emotions.

It was class time, and the English teacher randomly checked the students' recitations with a serious face.

The atmosphere in the class was stagnant.

In the corner of the back row, Pei Heng didn't play with his mobile phone or read a book, his breath was inexplicably cold and dry, and he was keenly aware of the gaze of others, so he raised his eyes to scan.

The phoenix eyes were pitch-black, revealing some indelible gloom.

Subconsciously looking away, Ye Jue hastily followed the pace of the grade director.

After taking two steps, I realized that I had the same hands and feet.

"What's wrong?" the grade director asked him.

He shook his head.

Even though he is already living in school, the uneasiness accumulated in his heart is still like a shadow, lingering.

"It's okay," he said with a heavy heart, "let's go, teacher."

……

As the grade director said, the old dormitory building is far away from the teaching building.

Xu Shi had just been refurbished during the summer vacation. The exterior was painted with a layer of white paint. The floor was not high, only four floors. There was a small forest not far behind, separating the construction site from the accommodation area.

The sound of rain.

A thin layer of mist rose from the light rain all over the sky.

Holding umbrellas, the two entered the dormitory building.

The administrator at the registration office glanced at them and asked, "Mr. Zhang, are there any students staying?"

The grade director was obviously familiar with her, and nodded upon hearing the words: "Yes, the boys in our grade didn't go to bed late, did they?"

The students in the third grade had a sense of urgency. They stayed up late at night and secretly hid in the toilet to memorize. The noise made the students in the first and second grades unbearable.

Thinking of this incident, the administrator couldn't help but sigh: "I haven't endorsed it anymore, but I'm always doing questions under the quilt."

Compared with endorsement, this matter sounds much more normal.

With a helpless smile, the grade director didn't say any more.

The living conditions in the old dormitory building are not as difficult as Ye Jue imagined.

There are a total of three or four large dormitories on the first floor, and each dormitory accommodates [-] to [-] students. Across the corridor is a laundry room and a small bathroom. There are many bathroom compartments, which are only open at fixed hours.

The grade director pushed open a door, and he saw an army green bedding cover, "Call your parents later and ask them to bring your luggage. You can check in tonight."

Ye Jue was taken aback: "Tonight?"

"Well," said the grade director, "the bedding and quilt covers are provided by the school, and ask your parents to send you some autumn clothes. Time is running out now, so you can go to class after finishing your accommodation, and I will tell your parents about the rest. "

Under his persuasion, Ye Jue called Ye Mu.

After talking about the fact that the school has beds, Mother Ye was obviously happy, "Okay, okay, we will be sent to you by luggage immediately."

"You don't need to bring me too many things, just bring two autumn clothes."

Mother Ye babbled: "That's not okay. Toothpaste, toothbrush and washbasin have to be prepared. I will send these things to you when I get off work early today. You can study hard and don't worry about anything else."

"Yezi, Mom saw your results in the last monthly exam, and your English scores are not very good. If you have any questions, please ask the teacher. Don't be shy, your brother and sister are good at English..."

Her tone was full of hopeful expectations.

The eldest brother of the Ye family has excellent grades, successfully entered the university and found a job as well. Now he is the object of praise from relatives and friends. Although Ye Wan is only a freshman, she is also a student who is highly praised by the teacher every parent meeting.

Ye's father and Ye's mother were more worried about Ye Jue's future, perhaps out of guilt, or maybe because of Ye Jue's introverted nature, Ye's mother often hinted at him that studying is very important.

The hand holding the phone paused, and the office's full heat blew on him.

Ye Jue lowered her eyes and responded softly: "I know, Mom."

After saying a few more words, Mother Ye hung up the phone first.

She is still working in the factory and cannot leave her station for too long.

The grade director found out the home-school contact book, and prepared to register Ye Jue's living at school.

The ready bell rang in due course.

"Let's go, Ye Jue." Picking up the lesson plan, Jiang Heping waved to Ye Jue and handed him yesterday's Chinese test paper.

In the empty and deserted corridor, the students in each class were preparing for class. Jiang Heping said slowly: "Ye Jue, your Chinese scores are good, you must continue to maintain it."

Before he could speak, Ye Jue heard him say in a more gentle voice: "Every student will be biased. I remember that you were studying in the country before. English is difficult to learn. Let's take it one step at a time and build a solid foundation."

Take a step.

Ye Jue turned his head to look at him.

Jiang Heping is stooped, not tall, but with a smile in his eyes.

He always has such an attitude, he speaks and does things in a leisurely manner, and he is not angry even when the average score of class ([-]) last month's exam is counting down. He just patiently analyzes the problem with his classmates.

"...Well," the feeling of being out of breath gradually dissipated, as if a boulder had been removed, Ye Jue nodded: "Teacher, I will."

Changing the subject, Jiang Heping said with a smile, "In that case, I'll give you another position."

"Ok?"

"The one with the most average grades in all subjects in our class is Pei Heng."

Jiang Heping said: "Pei Heng is the number one in our class this time, and also the monitor of our class. You probably don't know him, but he is a very responsible kid."

"This month's exam is over, I plan to assign seats according to the results, and set up a 'support plan', so that everyone can make progress together. What do you think?"

Ye Jue still couldn't recover until he entered the class.

The test papers have been distributed to each student. Jiang Heping urged the students to quickly check the wrong questions and give everyone 5 minutes to correct them.

"...Ye Jue?"

Xue Lingling's voice sounded in his ears, Ye Jue turned his head, and Xue Lingling, who corrected the wrong questions with a red pen, looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

Ye Jue didn't know, so: "Huh? I'm fine."

"All your test papers fell on the floor," Xue Lingling said helplessly, "It's been a long time since you dropped it, are you okay?"

It was only then that he realized that he was holding draft paper, Ye Jue quickly picked up the paper, and smiled awkwardly: "Thank you."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Xue Lingling didn't ask, but pointed to a question and asked him: "I don't think I did anything wrong with this classical Chinese translation."

Ye Jue took her paper, "Well, let me see..."

In the corner of the back row, Tan Song couldn't help but "tsk".

Looking at Pei Heng who was silent beside him, he gloated and said, "The new classmates are very popular."

The sky was dark and the clouds were rolling.

After this autumn rain, it is about to enter the late autumn.

Pei Heng ignored him and only looked at his phone.

I don't know what he saw, his eyes became darker, as if a layer of ice had formed.

It wasn't the bad PHS that he always treasured, but the new mobile phone that Father Pei bought for him.

Tan Song glanced at him, then looked away disinterestedly: "As you think, the new students live in an old-fashioned dormitory building."

After a pause, Pei Heng said, "Where is it over there?"

"He Wei has voluntarily applied for a transfer," Tan Song replied, "He Ziran won't be able to come to school this semester, and those idiots who hang out with them are keeping their heads down. Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with the dormitory."

Before that, He Wei and He Ziran's favorite bullies were the students in the old dormitory.

Without exception, these students are not the children of migrant workers, their families are not rich, and they can only suffer in silence when they are bullied.

If Ye Jue had checked in normally, he would have been targeted by the two of them long ago.

Now that one of these two bastards has transferred to another school and the other has suspended school, not only the students in the dormitory are relieved, but even the students who are in the same class as them are also relieved.

"But that second brother of yours is really..." Tan Song's eyes were full of contempt: "The grasshopper after autumn."

The situation of the Pei family is special. Pei's father's original surname was Ji, but later he joined the Pei family and changed his surname.

After Pei Heng returned to Pei's family, the two elder brothers regarded him as a thorn in their side. Pei's father and mother were so in love that they didn't know anything about their son's situation.

A few days ago, the second child of the Pei family took out Pei Heng's mobile phone from Pei Heng's room.

It was a tattered PHS. He didn't believe in evil. He looked through it for a long time, but he couldn't find any information. He turned his head and bumped into Pei Heng who was coming back from school.

That night, the second child of the Pei family was taken to the hospital by Pei Heng.

Pei Heng was imprisoned for half a month because of this.

Tan Song knew very well that there was indeed no news in that PHS.

A long time ago, he and Pei Heng were not friends at that time.

One day after school, he invited Pei Heng to his home to play, the boy who was always taciturn and silent looked up at him for the first time, with a PHS in his pocket, he nodded quietly.

That evening, he and Xu Yu were playing games.

Pei Heng sat behind the desk and copied all the text messages from PHS into a notebook.

The dim light in the bedroom shone beside him, his face was pale, his drooping eyes were dark, and he read the information from beginning to end in an exceptionally silent manner, and after each time he read one, he slowly deleted one.

From the winter of 1998 to this late autumn.

Every piece of news from remote mountain villages is cherished.

Every day when he was unable to reply to the letter, Tan Song could see him seriously flipping through the notebook.

In the densely packed handwriting, the ink occasionally smudges, which is the trace left by time.

Days like this lasted too long.

It was so long that even he and Xu Yu knew the boy who only existed in the notebook.

The surname is Ye.

What is the name is not clear.

Pei Heng covered it too tightly.

Until half a month ago, the second son of the Pei family repeated his old tricks and tried to check Pei Heng's cell phone again.

Pei Heng finally got angry.

Only then did Tan Song realize belatedly that Pei Heng had begun to liquidate these people.

This time it wasn't almost depression and indifference, but a real reckoning, like a beast that had been touched by its scales.

All the resistance that the second child of the Pei family is doing now is just a dying struggle.

Thinking of this, Tan Song looked at Pei Heng's furrowed brows, and said puzzledly: "You have cleaned up everyone, so what are you worried about?"

Slowly closing the phone, Pei Heng said, "I haven't finished cleaning."

Tan Song: "Huh?"

In the shadows pouring down from the corner, Pei Heng's tone was cold, and the knuckles holding the phone were so hard that they turned white, and there was a strong and rolling hostility in the depths of his eyes.

"One more."

After a week, Ye Jue gradually got used to the living environment.

After evening self-study and school, he went to the water room to wash up first. After he cleaned himself up, the roommates who were playing around rushed to grab the water pool.

Tonight's self-study math class, the teacher's voice was hoarse in the last class, and he sent the test papers down for the students to write by themselves.

There were too many questions that he didn't know, so he didn't dare to ask Pei Heng, and carefully pretended not to know him.

On the contrary, Tan Song was very enthusiastic, he stuffed Pei Heng's paper into his hand, and said some incomprehensible words.

"Hey, you're welcome, it's all yours."

He glanced at Pei Heng.

The boy in the corner looked indifferent, he didn't know who he was answering, and said in a light tone: "Yeah."

Very unpromising red ears.

With a dry cough, he began to think about math problems. Complicated formulas and a lot of calculations were mixed together. He was so tired that he just wanted to go to bed and sleep.

The sound in the room fades away.

The large dormitory with nearly thirty people was gone.

Ye Jue slept on the lower bunk, feeling drowsy and uncomfortable.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps.

With a strong purpose, she walked slowly and step by step to his bedside.

It was obviously covered with a quilt, and the doors and windows inside the house were also tightly closed.

But Ye Jue felt cold, as if exposed to a field of ice and snow, being inspected from top to bottom by a viscous, excited gaze.

……Disgusting.

There was a tumbling in my stomach.

He tried his best to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be covered with glue, and he couldn't move no matter what.

The figure bent down little by little, and touched his fingertips.

The cold feeling of aversion to cold flowed all over the body, and the small mole at the end of the eye was faintly covered by a shadow.

In the blink of an eye, there was a shout of anger.

"Who are you?"

Shadow froze completely.

In a panic, he withdrew his hand that was fixed in mid-air.

The fresh air was sucked into the nasal cavity, and the heartbeat was about to explode.

Ye Jue heard the voice of the boy in the next bed. The boy's name is Hu Zihao, he is tall and big, he also comes from a small mountain village, and he takes good care of him.

"...I'm the new dorm manager."

He finally heard the voice of the figure, as he felt, the tail was elongated, viscous and hoarse.

"Superintendent?" Another sharp male voice sounded, it was Chen Qirui: "Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Today is my first day at work."

Chen Qirui persisted: "Then why are you standing in front of Ye Jue's bed?"

Shinjuku Guan didn't move, and said slowly, "I'm checking the number of people, but he can't wake up no matter how much he calls..."

"You can't wake him up no matter what?" Chen Qirui said speechlessly, "Why do you wake him up at night?"

"We are all together, you can check it quickly, standing there motionless, who are you scaring?"

The man next to the bed moves forward.

The gaze that made his scalp tingle was finally gone.

Ye Jue's fingers trembled, and he opened his eyelids a little.

The sleepy thoughts were completely overwhelmed, and he fell asleep again.

In order to make up for his lack of grades these past few days, he got up at five o'clock every day, and occasionally covered himself in the quilt to do questions at night, and because of nervous tension, he couldn't sleep well all night.

The drowsiness came fiercely, and when I woke up again, it was already [-]:[-] in the morning.

Hu Zihao is getting dressed.

The sky was dark and the rain was noisy.

The pouring rain filled the sky and the earth, slapping heavily on the windows, accompanied by howling and raging winds.

"you're awake?"

Greeted him with a very small breath.

Hu Zihao said, "I'm going to brush my teeth."

Nodding to him, Ye Jue closed his eyes tiredly, and also started to put on his clothes.

This rain is really heavy.

Compared with the drizzle of the previous few days, it was like a small witch seeing a big witch.

The world was shrouded in darkness.

It was past six o'clock, and it was still gray, with no light at all.

The turbulent wind blew Ye Jue's body cold.

He stood in the corner of the hall, frowning and staring at the supervisor.

Still familiar with the aunt, the aunt greeted the students kindly, "Good morning, good morning."

"Auntie, are we here in Shinjuku?"

The woman in the red short jacket asked strangely: "Shinjuku management? No, I did a good job, but I don't know what Shinjuku management is."

Chen Qirui was surprised: "But last night a man came to our dormitory to check on the bed..."

"What?!" The woman panicked more than he did, "Which dormitory dormitory do you live in? You can't be a thief, right? Did you lose anything?"

"We are from 203."

After reporting the basic situation with her, Chen Qirui looked unhappy: "I just said that the man was sneaky, he really is a thief!"

Hu Zihao comforted him, and the figures of the two quickly disappeared into the wind and rain.

In the corner of the hall, Ye Jue's face was pale.

The students coming and going around were talking and laughing. Even though the weather was bad, everyone still rushed to the classroom with the same mood as usual.

He let out a long breath slowly.

Looking back in time, the experience of the small mountain village a few years ago once again made him affirm one thing.

...he was being targeted.

Qingteng Yigao takes a vacation every half a month.

Today is Friday, and there are only three classes in the afternoon.

Ye Jue didn't hear the big news until he entered the class.

"Caught it!" Zhou Ting was overjoyed: "The human trafficker who abducted women has finally been caught!"

Xue Lingling was taken aback: "Caught it?"

"My uncle is from the police department." Lowering her voice, Zhou Ting looked around and told them as if she was telling a secret: "They have identified the suspect and will launch an arrest operation tonight."

"That suspect seems to be a resident of Yinhe District, Ye Jue, I remember that your home is in Cheng'an District, you must not go out casually tonight."

Ye Jue was taken aback, then nodded hesitantly: "... Yinhe District?"

"Yes," Zhou Ting said, "the suspect took advantage of the convenient location to hide in the house first, observe the female workers passing by the alley through the window, and strike when he finds an opportunity. There is no surveillance in that area, and no one can find it."

The movement of packing the schoolbag became slower and slower.

Ye Jue frowned: "...OK."

If the suspect lives in the Yinhe community, then there is a reasonable explanation for the disgusting sight that has been condensed on his body but has nowhere to follow.

No wonder he clearly felt that someone was watching him, but he couldn't find any trace.

But why did the suspect follow him?

Just like Liu Xu a few years ago...why do they always follow him.

Inexplicably, he thought of the sight that made him sick last night.

Ye Jue's stomach suddenly rolled, the small mole at the end of his eye was not touched, but it gave him a chill.

He asked Xue Lingling to borrow a mirror, and when he looked at his expressionless self in the mirror, he became more and more bored.

He rubbed the ominous tear mole heavily, suppressed the disgust in his heart, and returned the mirror to Xue Lingling.

Moles of tears are brightly colored as the temperature around the eyes rises.

It seems to have been dyed a beautiful red, embellished at the end of the slender and shining Ruifeng eyes, which is shockingly beautiful.

Xue Lingling was silent for a few seconds.

Taking the mirror from his hand, he coughed dryly.

The second class in the afternoon is over, and the radio broadcasts a temporary notice that school will be dismissed early today.

The rain was falling too much, as if the dam had opened the gate and let it out.

Dark clouds rolled and spread to the sky, during which thunder roared, and lightning struck faintly.

The Bureau of Meteorology urgently announced that there will be heavy rain tonight.

For the safety of the students, all schools in the city decided to leave school early, and repeatedly warned the students to "go home immediately".

As soon as the words fell, the classroom cheered excitedly.

Everyone packed their schoolbags quickly, those with raincoats put on raincoats, and those who held umbrellas held umbrellas.

Without delay, Jiang Heping shouted loudly: "Don't linger, go home as soon as possible! Call me when you get home and report that you are safe!"

"Got it, teacher!"

"You also hurry home."

The hallway is full of rainwater that drifts in.

With a rapid heartbeat, Ye Jue turned his head. Pei Heng didn't come to school today, but left him a small note.

There are only two words "simple" on the note.

"Don't be afraid".

He seemed to have known that school would be over early today, and he also knew the uneasiness hidden in Ye Jue's heart.

The words on the note were clear and powerful, and when I squeezed it in my hand, the temperature rose faintly.

Carefully put the note into his pocket.

Ye Jue rushed out of the school along with the black crowd. Parents who had been waiting here at the school gate were shouting their children's names loudly.

He hid under the eaves of the guard room, waited for a while, the phone rang, and Ye Mu's voice came from inside.

"Yezi! Did your school dismiss early?" Amidst the whistling wind, Mother Ye's voice was unsteady: "Your father and I———— are at the gate of Xiaowan School, and they———are dismissing early !"

The storm interfered with the phone signal, Ye Jue paused and said, "We also got out of school early."

Mother Ye was surprised: "Okay, I'll let your father pick you up."

"No need, mom, I saw the bus, it's the same as if I went back by bus."

Looking around, the road has been blocked.

Parents riding bicycles carried their children through the traffic, and the father who ran out of the car in the rain quickly got into the car with his children.

Ye Jue was not disappointed, and instead comforted Ye Mu who blamed herself: "Mom, I'm really fine, maybe I'll get home before you."

On the phone, Father Ye's voice was loud: "I saw Xiao Wan—Xiao Wan—here—"

"Mom, then I'll get in the car too."

He couldn't hear Ye Mu's voice clearly, amidst the chaotic "sizzling" sound, he hung up the phone, held up his umbrella, and walked out with the evacuated crowd.

After only two steps, my body was wet by the rain.

Ye Jue shivered from the cold, his fingers curled up stiffly.

The bus arrives.

Under the heavy rain, the road safety hazard is great, and this is the last bus.

There are many people in the car and there is no place.

He was squeezed in a corner, watching the gray weather and heavy rain outside the window.

Cheng'an Road is here.

Few people got off the bus. Although the school was closed, the factory was not closed.

Father Ye and mother Ye should be Ye Wan who asked for leave to pick him up.

Ye Wan was born weak and would get sick several times a year. The family paid great attention to her health.

There were only a few people at the station.

As soon as I got out of the car, it was cold and raging raindrops.

Amidst the "cracking" sound, the accumulated water has flooded the soles of the shoes, and in some low-lying places, even the shoes can't be seen when you step on it.

Ye Jue didn't delay, even if the wind and rain were severe, he still took the road.

The last stretch of the road had to go through narrow alleys.

Ye Jue pursed her lips and gripped the umbrella handle tightly.

The alley is separated by a wall, and there is an alarm bell in an uproar.

Flashing police lights surrounded the Galaxy complex.

Everyone is in danger, not only the tenants in the community have not acted rashly, but the Cheng'an community a street away is also lifeless.

Dark clouds spread.

Heavy rain.

All around is a gloomy scene, and nothing can be seen clearly.

The small advertisements on the utility poles were blown off by the wind and rain, and the rainwater was mixed indiscriminately and flowed into the sewer.

On this rainy night, countless alleys are still like countless pairs of malicious eyes.

Ye Jue's nerves were tense. Hearing the dull sound of "slapping" rain on the surface of the umbrella, he walked through the stagnant water and ran towards home quickly.

He didn't dare to look back, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

The small ball of paper in his pocket exudes a steady stream of warmth, and even the cold wind and rain can't blow away this trust. The exit is close in front of him, and far away, he has already seen the door plaque of Cheng'an Community.

"clatter."

There was a crisp sound when the shoes stepped on the puddle.

Ye Jue's breathing was messy for a moment, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he heard a sound of footsteps coming straight towards him.

It came from the intersection of the alleys, and the fog scattered in the heavy rain.

He didn't look at it, his pupils trembled violently, and his racing heart almost jumped out of his throat.

There is the sound of bitter wind in my ears.

He even wondered if he had misheard the voice, but through the rain curtain, he nervously heard another long, sticky breath.

Excitement, frenzy.

Like a hungry wolf eager to hunt.

Chills down his spine.

Whether it is an illusion or not, he has already begun to be vigilant.

Throwing away the umbrella suddenly, as if throwing away all the burdens, he ran fast, caught off guard, and a shadow flashed by an alley he was about to pass.

The man's hair is very long, covering his entire face, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his body is crooked, his face is loose, covered with brown and large spots, like a homeless man that can be seen everywhere on the street .

The brain went blank for a moment.

The coolness rises from the soles of the feet and spreads throughout the body.

Ye Jue could clearly feel the greed and longing in the man's sight.

At that moment, he seemed to understand the meaning of this gaze without a teacher.

Like Liu Xu a few years ago.

The two men looked at him exactly the same way.

He was so sick that he was going to throw up.

His face was covered with scorching itching, especially the small mole at the end of his eye, which was so hot that he still couldn't hide his hatred and pain when he ran away, rubbing heavily.

...It's all because of this face.

At a certain moment, he was thrown into the alley behind him, and a muffled groan sounded.

Then, there was the sound of crackling water buried in the rain curtain.

The sound of water was in an uproar.

"thump--"

The eyes glued to his back suddenly disappeared for some reason.

With his heart beating too hard and his throat full of blood, Ye Jue finally escaped from this alley.

At the gate of Cheng'an Community, there are Ye's father and Ye's mother who are carrying big bags and holding Ye Wan's palm.

It was dark before his eyes.

Pushing away the wet hair that blocked his view, Father Ye and Mother Ye had already led Ye Wan into the community.

Under the mottled moss at the entrance of the alley, there are bricks used in the nearby construction site.

The bricks were soaked in a dark orange color, Ye Jue leaned on the wall, retched with nausea, and staggered to leave.

Just took two steps towards the outside.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

In the wind and rain, the muffled hum seemed to come from the mouth of the tramp.

Heartbeat is inexplicably uneasy.

He wiped the rain off his face, his nerves were tense, and his sixth sense sensed the danger, but hurriedly urged him to go back.

The body seems to have self-awareness.

He always felt that the scene in front of him was very familiar.

Just like Ji Heng, who was behind his back and was about to face Liu Xu alone a few years ago.

The howling wind and snow buried everything, but failed to cover Ji Heng's leaving back.

He thought of the note Pei Heng left him.

"Don't be afraid".

Don't be afraid of what...?

Don't be afraid to go home, or don't be afraid of the bad guys?

An extremely ominous premonition suddenly surged in my heart, and the small note in my pocket heated up sharply.

The dark cloud above the head "boomed—" and exploded with a loud noise.

The dark clouds with fangs and claws have weird shapes, like ghost faces.

In just a few seconds, Ye Jue made a ridiculous and crazy decision.

He picked up the bricks in the corner, his palms were trembling, but his steps were quick and firm, and he ran towards the entrance of the alley that was submerged in the rain and fog.

……

……

"Xiao Wan, what's the matter?" In Cheng'an Community, Ye's mother was carrying Ye Wan's schoolbag, frowned and said, "Just take a good rest during the holidays, why did you bring so much homework back?"

Ye Wan's face was sleepy, even though she was wearing Father Ye's padded jacket, she still felt cold.

With a small pale face and black pupils, she asked aloud, "Where's brother?"

"Your brother went to the next city," Father Ye said, "I won't be back until next week."

He pursed his lower lip, and there was a loud thunder from the sky.

The 12-year-old girl looked pretty, but she slowly let go of Ye Mu's hand, looked away from the outside of the community, and said, "I'm asking about the second brother."

In the wind and rain, Ye's father and Ye's mother suffocated at the same time.

Ye Wan looked at their expressions and pursed her lips: "Aren't you going to pick him up?"

The alley is close at hand.

Ye Jue held the brick, held his breath, and poked his head out from behind the wall, but he didn't see any figure.

Whether it's the "Pei Heng" in his imagination, or that tramp with a weird look.

Everything before was like his hallucination.

The body was so cold that I almost lost consciousness.

Ye Jue took a deep breath, and various emotions flowed in his eyes.

He was silent for a moment, ready to return the same way.

Just the moment he turned around, a dazzling golden light flashed across the fork in the middle of the alley connecting with other alleys.

After a pause, he wiped away the rain that confused his eyesight, and looked intently.

It was a pair of broken gold-rimmed glasses.

The lenses were torn apart, and the frame was stepped on and distorted.

He seemed to be able to see that just a few minutes ago, the "person" who suddenly appeared not only attacked the homeless man, but even crushed his glasses.

Then in the heavy rain, dragging the homeless man to another alley step by step.

He was not familiar with this style of work.

But all of these told him that someone had eliminated those dangers for him.

……

under a dark sky.

Ye Jue remained silent for a few seconds, squeezed the brick tightly, and walked towards the depths of the alley in the direction of the shattered glasses.

The closer he was to the alley hidden in the darkness, the more familiar he could feel it.

After crossing the last obstacle, Ye Jue turned around and heard a scream that was blocked in his throat.

"Ugh-"

The pace suddenly accelerated.

In the pouring rain, a bloody scene was printed in front of my eyes.

The hunchbacked homeless man was completely unrecognizable, without a piece of good meat on his body. He spit out blood from his mouth, fell into the puddle, roared and screamed, and fought with others.

"I kill you……"

In front of him, the wall casts a heavy shadow.

The figure in the shadows was wearing a dark blue raincoat and a mask. While he couldn't see his figure clearly, he didn't show any features.

He has a lean and strong aura.

Swinging his fist, the wind of the fist was about to tear through the air, and hit the homeless man's face and body heavily, spitting blood from his mouth. He couldn't even speak clearly, and then stopped panting.

The tramp was completely enraged by him, ready to fight to the death.

Howling and jumping at him from the ground, the man's eyes twisted wildly, and he roared hoarsely: "I'll kill you...kill you..."

Before he died, he erupted with terrifying strength.

The man in the raincoat resisted forcefully, but he pushed him into the depths of the alley.

"I killed you..." The old and ugly face was covered with blood, and the homeless man cried in despair, "You ruined my plan...that child...I want that child..."

The man in the raincoat slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were bottomless.

With a violent and terrifying murderous aura, before he could fight back, another footstep suddenly rushed up the next second.

He immediately turned his head, and in his eyes, the pale-faced young man who was holding up the brick was the same as four years ago, trembling and smashing it down desperately.

"boom--"

He didn't know how much strength he used, thick blood flowed out from the back of the homeless man's head.

Turning his head back in disbelief, his gaze was fixed on Ye Jue, the emotions in his eyes were mixed with greed and longing, he murmured in a hoarse voice, and even stretched out his hand impatiently to Ye Jue.

"Child... come here... I..."

"boom!"

There was another loud noise.

He suddenly fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

From the corner of the eye, I saw a silver light appearing from the wide pocket of the man in the raincoat.

- It's a knife.

The tramp's vision was black and white, and he was dying.

He can't just die like this.

Before he died, he must take that beautiful child with him.

...How wonderful, even if they die, they can still be together.

Trying to reach for the knife.

As if God was helping him, the knife appeared under his hand, and he couldn't help but smile excitedly, the smile on his face didn't fade, and a slender and broad hand easily grabbed the knife.

He raised his head in a daze, his vision blurred by blood.

The boy's eyebrows and eyes under the mask are sharp and smooth.

As if looking at a dead person, in the depths of his eyes, there was a killing intent and determination that made him shudder.

"Pfft-"

The blade did not reach the chest.

The severe pain swallowed all sanity.

He yelled in pain, but a cold and calm male voice sounded next to his ear: "What are you thinking?"

He obviously didn't say anything, but the boy seemed to see all his thoughts from his eyes.

A trace of scarlet blood flashed across those cold and cold black eyes, he paused every word, and his voice seemed to squeeze out from between his teeth, exuding a murderous intent: "