you are scary

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Song Nongmo's date today can't be called a blind date, Xiaokang Wang just overheard a few words and made such a rash conclusion, which also means that watching the excitement is not a big deal.Strictly speaking, Mr. A is Song Nongmo's former blind date. After meeting for the first time, the two broke up amidst laughter and laughter. Today they suddenly ran into each other in a restaurant, and they sat together.

"You are too absent-minded. You must have glanced at that table four or five times in the past 10 minutes." Mr. A smiled and looked to the side, where a man and a woman were talking quietly.

"Acquaintance." Song Nongmo did not deny it.

A shook his head, and joked, "You're pretty, I guess your family won't be urging you to get married soon."

Song Nongmo came out of the closet in his early years, except for Song Shen's slight criticism, the rest had no objection.A few years later, Song Shen, like many of his peers, began to worry about his grandchildren's marriage. Song Nongmo, the most unruly junior in the family, did not escape his clutches. A was one of the blind dates he arranged.Later Song Shen passed away, there was no male master in the family, Mrs. Song didn't care about Song Nongmo's marriage, Song Yumo was still a kid, and no one in the family urged him to get married as soon as possible, so he was at ease.

A, like other blind dates, has a similar family background to Song Nongmo, and his personal conditions are also very good. There is nothing wrong with it, but he just doesn't like it.

The person he likes is talking and laughing with a woman in a white skirt right now.

"Today's day off?" A asked.

"Ask for leave."

"Oh, because of that?"

"Ah."

It was about the discovery of the bones of Song Nongmo's father, Song Lan.Outsiders don't know the details of this matter, only heard that the funeral is about to be held.Song Nongmo briefly talked about the preparations for the funeral. From the corner of his eye, Xiaokang Wang was wandering around the table, sneaking around. At first glance, he thought he was Bai Qianwan's eyeliner.

At the other end of the restaurant, Bai Qianwan picked up some sticky noodles casually, picked up his camera and left in a hurry.

It takes about 10 minutes from the restaurant to the school. Just before I dated the piano teacher, the piano teacher proposed to come to this high-end restaurant that is 10 minutes away. It is said that the restaurant has been open in District D for more than ten years. Maybe here There are also memories of her and Wan Jiu.

After getting off the bus, he walked out of the bus booth, and Xiaokang Wang chased after him again: "Hey, why didn't you wait for me. Are you not interested in Song Nongmo's blind date? I thought you two slept together. relationship."

"How do you know we share the same bed?" Putting on the earphones, Bai Qianwan was able to whisper to the invisible ghost on the main road.

"I went to the hotel that day, and he just came out of your room."

"Stop it," Bai Qianwan said, "You always see things you shouldn't see."

"I guess Song Nongmo is not very satisfied with his blind date. That strange man treats him as warmly as he treats you."

"You are really gossip, please give human beings a little freedom. But... Song Nongmo's blind date is actually a man, is he gay?" Bai Qianwan stopped suddenly.

Song Nongmo likes men?

Xiaokang Wang said: "Is it strange? Look at his sticky attitude towards you. He is not a straight man of steel like me."

"Is that so?" Bai Qianwan muttered.

Does Song Nongmo like him?

isn't it...

It is counterintuitive for a criminal policeman to fall in love with a suspect, just like a hunter falls in love with his prey.

Cross the road, turn left at the intersection, one person and one ghost will soon arrive at Taiping Road, where the No. It only serves students and parents, mainly snack bars, bakeries, breakfast shops and bookstores.At this point in time, the students should all be taking a lunch break in the classroom, the office workers are not there, there are almost no pedestrians on the road, and the waiters in the shops facing the street are also swatting flies boredly.

After entering the campus, Bai Qianwan took a rest under the benches on both sides of the orange-yellow brick road. The benches were covered by the shade of the big trees behind him, avoiding the sun at noon, so that he would not be blinded by the direct sunlight. Clear the phone screen.There were a few more messages in Bai Qianwan's WeChat. Song Yumo's boyfriend sent a message about the place of death of the third deceased: classroom on the second floor of the teaching building, Class [-] and [-] of Senior High.Along with this message, there was a dinner invitation for him and Song Yumo.

I'm going to be a light bulb at night.

The melody of "Light Bulb" suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Even if you can't be jealous publicly, learn to accept it generously..."

Bai Qianwan looked at the entrance of the teaching building.

He should have gone to the music classroom first to look for the decapitated ghost, but considering that the students will return to the classroom in less than an hour, it would be inconvenient to talk to the ghost, so Bai Qianwan went there first teaching building.

He had done his homework before he came. No. [-] Middle School has three teaching buildings, a laboratory building and an art building. The teaching buildings are taller one, second and third respectively.Walked to the second floor of Building B of the teaching building, and confirmed that the classroom number was Class [-]. Bai Qianwan stood in the corridor and looked around. At this time, there were only a few people in the classroom, and he did not know where others were resting.

As for ghosts...

Through the transparent glass, you can see the interior of the classroom. It seems that because the school has adopted a small class system in recent years, there are only twenty or thirty sets of tables and chairs in the room, and the huge classroom looks empty.There are only three people in the classroom, two of them are sleeping on their stomachs, and the other is standing in front of the podium, staring at the content written on the blackboard in political class.

The victims of the "witchcraft case" were all male students, and the girl with ponytail lying in the first row can be excluded, and the remaining two boys...

School uniforms seem to be different.

The two students lying on their stomachs were all white and blue-collar uniforms. Only the collar and trousers of the boy on the podium were blue-purple.

"It seems to be playing 'Let's find fault'," Bai Qianwan muttered, "Nine years have passed, and the color of the school uniform may have changed?"

Xiaokang Wang leaned on the glass: "What, you can just go in and see if it's fine, the classroom door is not closed."

"Don't disturb other people's sleep."

"Look for the one who hasn't slept."

Bai Qianwan walked to the door.

Just now, the floor under the boy's feet could not be seen from the angle of the window. Now that he walked here, he could see the classroom under the clear sunlight. There was nothing under the boy's feet standing on the podium, no shadow.

"I thought he might have been reincarnated." Bai Qianwan said.

Xiaokang Wang said: "Many ghosts who died unjustly are unwilling to leave the world easily."

Saying that, the boy on the podium turned his head.

When the two looked at each other, Bai Qianwan didn't immediately connect him with the so-called ghost.The president of the "Supernatural Events Club" was born weak and weak. When he saw him, he just smiled, unlike Wan Jiu in the music classroom who looked at the visitor with sad eyes.

The cause of death of the president was suffocation. After stuffing his arm into the esophagus, he compressed the trachea and died.There were no other scars on his appearance. When he stood there, if it wasn't for the lack of shadows and the difference in batches of school uniforms, Bai Qianwan wouldn't be able to recognize him as a ghost. At most, he would think that his face was pale and blue.

"You are here," the president's soul floated in front of him and Xiaokang Wang, "I have always wanted to see you."

"I'm late."

"It's a bit late..." The president smiled, "Let's chat in another place."

The two sat down on the steps of the stairs.

Bai Qianwan met the president, of course, referring to the feeling.

"How have these years been?"

In the empty stairwell, one person and one ghost started chatting quietly.The president used the usual beginning of reunion after a long absence. In his opinion, they really haven't seen each other for a long time.

"Me? That's it." Bai Qianwan replied.

"I heard that you dropped out of school, did you study again later?"

"No, sometimes I enroll in a few classes online to learn something."

"Oh," the president sighed, "it would be nice if there was no such thing."

Bai Qianwan looked at the cloudless blue sky in the distance: "Have you been staying here for nine years?"

"Well, only Ah Sheng went to reincarnate."

Although I don't know who A Sheng is, this context probably refers to the other deceased in the "Witchcraft Case", probably the student who died in the playground.

"Waiting for the killer to be apprehended?"

"No..." I don't know why, the president smiled, "I don't mean to laugh at your words. I have been here for so many years, and I have no obsession with 'finding the murderer'. I stayed here with Wanjiu, just For other reasons."

Bai Qianwan didn't ask the reason rashly.

The reason why ghosts stay in the world is because of all kinds of concerns, such as family members, lovers, or even being reluctant to part with the city, or to kill people, scare people, etc., for all kinds of reasons, every soul has its own thoughts.

"Have you seen the murderer?" he asked.

The president shook his head: "No, you know, witchcraft is a remote control game. This is still your metaphor back then."

"They said I was a murderer."

"You are not." The president replied quickly.

Isn't it.

If Bai Qianwan wasn't the murderer, the violent incident in the warehouse nine years ago would have been an unwarranted disaster.

"Those people are just going to vent their grievances and emotions on you, and you just hit the gun... What are they doing for 'justice' and 'punishing the murderer'? My own ability to judge," the president lowered his head and sighed, "but at that time, I was powerless to stop it."

With the testimony of a deceased person, it can barely prove that he is actually innocent.Although the deceased had never seen the murderer with his own eyes.

"Are you here for this case?" the president asked.

"Correct."

"Have you seen Wanjiu?"

"not yet."

The president looked at his watch: "It's time for class, hurry up and go."

Bai Qianwan asked, "What about you?"

"Me? I'm not going." He patted Bai Qianwan's shoulder, "You've grown taller. You used to be the shortest in the club, but now you're taller than me... In the blink of an eye, nine years have passed. "

There seemed to be tears in his eyes.

Bai Qianwan sighed: "I'm 24 years old."

"Only I'm forever 16," he said with a smile, "Go ahead, don't waste time."

"Well, thank you."

Bai Qianwan straightened his clothes, bowed slightly to the president, and went down the stairs.

Xiaokang Wang was floating in the air, shaking his hands and feet. He walked out of the teaching building before he said: "That ghost has been watching you from behind until you can't see it. You never looked back at him at all."

"What are you complaining about?" Bai Qianwan asked strangely.

"The dead people's obsession with the living," Xiaokang Wang said, "the living will not understand, and the person who is paying attention to them grows up, gets married, has children, and has a lot of children and grandchildren, and he himself is getting old, so old. I can't recognize it...it's very lonely, that feeling, as if my heart is also getting old."

Bai Qianwan didn't respond, he walked towards the music classroom with a wooden face.King Xiaokang didn't expect this person to empathize with these remarks. After all, Bai Qianwan was a short-lived ghost in his previous life and had never experienced such a thing.Xiaokang Wang also stopped talking, and floated to the front of the music classroom with him.

Bai Qianwan raised his hand: "Here we are, don't come over, wait for me here."

Xiaokang Wang groaned a few times, then hung in mid-air without moving: "I can hear you."

In front of the cream ice cream building, there is a ray of ghosts, it is Wan Jiu.

Wan Jiu's bloodshot eyes contained doubts: "Why are you here again?"

In front of the music classroom is a bamboo forest. When the wind blows, the bamboo leaves rustle.Wan Jiu was floating at the entrance of the bamboo forest path, turned around and collided with Bai Qianwan.

Bai Qianwan had no choice but to take two steps back and said, "I'm here to see you."

"Who wants you to come and see!" Wan Jiu shouted.

Bai Qianwan played tricks: "Aren't you curious about what I said to the piano teacher at noon?"

"What can you tell her, isn't it about me?"

"She's sad."

"I don't need you to tell me," Wan Jiu kicked away the stones at his feet, "Nong Mo comes here once a year after graduation, but you are lucky to come now."

Bai Qianwan said vaguely: "There was a small mistake..."

"It's all an excuse! Every time I talk to Nongmo about why you didn't come, he is also very depressed. You two have lost contact, ha, wasn't it the best time back then?"

Wan Jiu's question is really acute.

"Isn't it all like this?" Although he didn't understand what happened to him and Song Nongmo before, Bai Qianwan still speculated a little according to his own understanding, "When I was studying, most of my friends said, 'I have the best relationship with you' We drifted away, and the lovers who said 'together forever' broke up after graduation. Let's set up the mysterious power of the flag."

"As expected of a sorcerer, I love to believe in such nonsense." Wan Jiu sneered, "I don't think so, I want to be with the person I like even after I die."

"Okay, but I'm not here to listen to your views on love."

"Okay, so what are you doing here?"

What is he here for?

Bai Qianwan thought about it.

1. Investigate the "witchcraft case"

2. Confirm whether Bai Qianwan is the murderer

3. Find lost memories

The three options are all correct, and they are all his goals. After thinking about it carefully, it seems that they are not all like this.

Bai Qianwan replied confusedly: "Actually, I don't know too well. My purpose is very vague. It seems that it is not the 'why' that drives me here. Apart from interest, there is also the reason of boredom in life. I am very interested in this case, after all, I played the role of cannon fodder in it, and I was beaten for no reason, but the protagonist of the story has disappeared.”

"Why are you as dazed as before?" Wan Jiu teased him, "It's been nine years, and you haven't made any progress."

Bai Qianwan was curious: "What was I like before?"

Wan Jiu said: "I'm confused, I don't seem to understand the direction of my life, that kind of kid who lost himself in adolescence. What's wrong, you don't seem to have changed at all? It's been nine years."

"I'm also very lost now, maybe it's because of this that I came back here."

"You know nothing but reading, that's why Nong Mo loves you so much." Wan Jiu shook his head, his head dangling on his neck, "You have to live well, the 'Supernatural Events Society' only has you two sparks left."

Bai Qianwan smiled: "Song Nongmo, I don't know, but I really can't guarantee you a good life."

"Shut up!"

Wan Jiu hugged him hard.

For some reason, Bai Qianwan found that he couldn't feel anything in this touching scene of old friends reunited.Maybe it has nothing to do with him forgetting everything in high school, he was originally an impersonal person.

He couldn't help thinking, how could such a self befriend Song Nongmo?