Aoba Office

I told Shouzi and the others about this because I felt that there was no danger, and the dream that day was just a false alarm. I thought this was because I was overly frightened. I had been bitten by a snake and had been afraid of ropes for ten years. I even jokingly asked them if I should see a psychiatrist.

Who knew that Chen Xiaoqiu would suddenly say such a thing.

I was so shocked that the cup in my hand knocked on the table, and several drops of water splashed out.

"Isn't it possible? You are exaggerating. If the people in Qingye have this ability, they themselves can..." The thin man laughed dryly.

"Perhaps it's Qingye's reward for Brother Qi?" The fat man found another way to explain Qingye's behavior, "They may be useful to Brother Qi in the future, so I'll give him a deposit first, just like they helped before."

My face must be ugly, Guo Yujie kept staring at me worriedly.

"It's okay. Even if there is danger, they also gave me the amulet." I twitched the corner of my mouth.

Aoba's amulet is not omnipotent, but I have no other choice. Is it possible to ask my sister to transfer schools at this time? This would involve me seeing ghosts several times. Otherwise, how could I convince my parents and sister? Besides, is it useful to transfer to another school?

I became irritable and began to think about transferring my sister to another school. The senior year of high school is very important, but it is not as important as life. If it really doesn't work, then you still have to transfer to another school.

"Brother Qi, don't think too much. If something happens, it won't be Xiaoyun's turn." The thin man patted me on the shoulder, "You have to worry, find an opportunity to go to the school and see if you can catch him ghost."

"That's a high school, not a university. You can enter the campus as you please." I sighed, "The school must have strict control recently. I'll pick her up from school and drop her off, and we'll see how things go."

"The class that died were the senior students, right?" Chen Xiaoqiu spoke again.

As soon as she opened her mouth, I felt numb.

The expressions of the other three people also changed.

They all knew that my sister was a senior in high school, and they were horrified to hear that.

I felt tense, then relaxed, "No, the class that had the accident was in the current teaching building for the first and second grade of high school. The teaching building for the third grade was newly built ten years ago."

The small red building in my senior year of high school was built ten years ago. During the last parent-teacher meeting, I heard the parents say something. Because it was built at a different time than the other two teaching buildings, it was renovated separately. This summer, only the senior high school building was renovated, and the other two buildings were left untouched. The senior high school students were dragged to school to make up classes during the summer vacation, so they stayed in the classroom of the second grade students.

That classroom...

I felt excited all over, recalling that stuffy classroom.

Can't it be the same room? Last time I didn't feel anything, just hot, and then the window...

The thin man laughed twice and said, "I told you that if anything happens, it won't be Xiaoyun's turn. Brother Qi, don't worry."

I came to my senses and smiled at them.

After get off work, I didn't go home and went to No. 18 Middle School to pick up my sister from school. Today, the school gate is still crowded with people, but it is much better than yesterday. At least it is not blocked so much that cars can't move.

Everyone around was talking about the spontaneous combustion of students. This matter was even published in today's morning and evening newspapers, and it was also a big news in Minqing City.

"Excuse me, what grade and class is that student in?" I asked a middle-aged man who was talking eloquently.

He was as enthusiastic as the aunt, and knew more than the aunt, "He is in the second class of high school. My son is in the same class as him. He looks like a normal kid, but he will spontaneously combust if he doesn't arrive first."

"How's it going now?"

People next to him came and went, and the middle-aged man took the trouble to talk about what he knew.

I listened for a while, but didn't get any other useful clues. That "Grade 2, Grade 2" person already made me feel cold.

My sister was not in Class 2 when she was a sophomore in high school, but at that time the school was not divided into classes based on liberal arts and science. During the summer vacation, classes are divided into different classes, and parent-teacher conferences are held according to that class division.

Class 2, Grade 2... My sister said it, and I still remember that brand.

"elder brother!"

When my sister came out, there were already 80% less people at the school gate. The senior students are the latest in the school.

"Let's go." I took my sister's hand and walked out.

The younger sister said "Hey", turned around to say hello to her classmates, and complained: "Brother, what are you in a hurry for? Are you hungry? Or did your parents call to urge you?"

"No." I replied dully.

"What's wrong, brother?" My sister carefully looked at my expression, "Isn't it because you came to pick me up that it delayed your date with your sister-in-law?"

"Where is the sister-in-law from?" I couldn't laugh or cry.

"Weren't you in a relationship some time ago? You go out early and come back late, and sometimes you stay up all night." My sister smiled mischievously, "Don't treat me like a child. People nowadays are as young as eleven or twelve years old. understood."

"What are you thinking!" I rubbed her head hard.

No. 18 Middle School is only a quarter of an hour's walk from our home.

My sister held my hand and talked and laughed with me all the way.

My heart was heavy, so I asked casually, "Do you still have the amulet with you?"

"Take it with you." My sister pulled out a red rope from her collar.

The red string hooked my sister's slender neck. She is at her best age, her skin is as white as snow and can be broken by a bullet, and she does not have the biggest trouble at this age - acne.

When I looked at that scene, I couldn't help but think of those necks that Chu Run had strangled.

"Ah!" My sister screamed in pain, took her hand out of my arm, raised her hand and patted my arm, "Brother, how old am I, and you still play with me like this?"

I apologized quickly.

Because the age difference is not too big, my sister and I can't play together. When I was a child, my sister liked to follow me. I treated her like a toy. Boys were naughty and a little careless. She was made to cry by me, and I turned around and was beaten by my father, who also cried loudly. My parents told me that after we finished crying, we continued to act like this.

I touched her wrist and lowered my eyes.

"Okay, brother, it's nothing." My sister smiled and pulled back her hand, and held my arm again.

"Well, it's nothing, it won't be anything."

Ye Qing reminded me that with my dream, I could save Captain Wan and his daughter, and I could also save my sister. Whatever it is, I won't let it hurt my sister.

That night, I entered dreamland again.

More than one fireman appeared in the dream. They were all different in height, short, fat, and thin. They lined up in a relatively neat queue and stood still.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, enduring the heat that was even stronger than last time. "You are senior students from Minqing City's No. 18 Middle School, right? You died in a fire before your graduation trip. Except for one student who was excluded by you, the class did not arrive, and everyone else is dead. This happened twenty years ago, twenty years have passed, what do you want to do now?"

The fire burned more and more fiercely, but no one moved or spoke.

I felt the anger and hatred in the flames.

Revenge?

"There was no evidence back then, that student..."

call!

The fire burst into flames and pounced directly on me!