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My vision shifted again to include the boy.

Jiang Yongning? Is that Jiang Yongning in his teenage years? Completely different from the bloated and gray man, but not a happy person either.

My field of vision swayed from the classroom to the road, and a few arrogant young people stood in front of me. I could feel a panic that didn't belong to me, but clearly originated from where I was standing. A thin and thin figure suddenly appeared in the field of vision, trembling, blocking most of the figures of the gangsters.

"Brothers, let me invite you to play video games." A flattering voice reached out and waved a hand behind his back.

My field of vision trembled and suddenly turned 180 degrees. The surrounding scenery quickly receded. I heard gasps, as well as angry shouts and a few screams from behind. His vision turned back again, and he saw that the young man was beaten until he was stooped, holding a wallet in his hand, and a flattering smile on his face. His gaze swept over, and the flattery turned into anxiety, and he waved his hand, signaling to run away. His running speed slowed down until he saw those gangsters trying to chase him, then he was frightened and continued running. From time to time, he looked back and saw that the boy had his wallet taken away and was kicked several times.

I suddenly pulled away from this weird feeling and gained my own consciousness.

This is a dream. I'm dreaming.

Dreamers rarely think that they are dreaming. No matter how weird the content is, they will do whatever they want. However, sometimes what follows is not the yearning for joy and happiness, but what is feared in their hearts.

My dream is different. I know that I am dreaming, and I have a clear goal every time. What is uncontrollable is the dream itself. What I have to do is fight against those ghosts.

This time the ghost is Zhang Xue, the girl who died in the fire.

No, it’s not necessarily a fight. Zhang Xue just wanted me to see her memory, or maybe she let me see her memory unconsciously.

The memory is confused, time jumps, sometimes it is winter, and the next second it becomes summer.

Zhang Xue paid attention to Jiang Yongning. The gangster incident should have happened at the beginning of the timeline, because Jiang Yongning's rescue made Zhang Xuejie the unpopular doormat of the class.

Jiang Yongning is rich, cowardly, and very "smart", so he has become the public purse of boys. Some girls will also eat and drink, but other students who are not overbearing do not like such a cheap person and avoid Jiang Yongning. .

Such a person protected Zhang Xue in an unheroic way.

Zhang Xue did nothing but kept an eye on Jiang Yongning.

I can understand Zhang Xue's approach, but when I think of Zhang Xue following Jiang Yongning, crying silently, and muttering when she disappeared, I can't help but feel regret and sympathy in my heart.

I watched quietly, waiting for the ending of the dream, the ending I already knew.

Night, lively classroom.

The senior high school graduates decided to go on a graduation trip together. They choose this time to save money and for excitement. There are no gates or restrictions. They embark on a journey with their classmates in the middle of the night and stay up all night. This is how they celebrate their graduation.

Zhang Xue noticed the empty seat and heard the laughter of other people. No one mentioned Jiang Yongning.

Qin Yijuan walked into the classroom, glanced at Jiang Yongning, and paused briefly at Jiang Yongning's empty seat.

Zhang Xue's heart lifted. I could feel the girl's beating heart.

Qin Yijuan said nothing in the end and took out a box of wine from under the podium. The boys cheered.

Zhang Xue was also given a glass of beer, served in a paper cup. She took a sip, not liking it very much, and glanced absently at Jiang Yongning's empty seat.

I was fixed in Zhang Xue's field of vision and could only occasionally see Qin Yijuan's figure. She would walk through the classroom and pour wine for students, spilling some wine on them.

One student jokingly asked: "Teacher Qin, have you already drank and are you still drunk?"

Qin Yijuan's face was expressionless.

The student who was joking shrank his neck and quickly drank to cover up.

Something is very wrong with Qin Yijuan. The students were ignorant, and I saw resentment in Qin Yijuan's eyes.

Why?

I can't figure it out. I haven't been able to figure it out since I heard that Qin Yijuan was the murderer.

Zhang Xue only paid attention to Jiang Yongning. There were not many "shots" of Qin Yijuan in the dream, so I couldn't analyze it.

Boom!

Several bottles of wine were smashed and fell to the ground.

Masked by the smell of alcohol, there is a slight smell of gasoline.

Zhang Xue moved his head, as if looking for the source of the smell.

At this time, I was already sure that Qin Yijuan did it. She must have installed some device in the locker at the back of the classroom where the brooms and mops are kept, or else it was under the podium. The gasoline flowed out slowly, and the students did not notice the dampness and slipperiness under their feet.

Gradually, some students fell down on the desks. Instead of looking drunk, they all frowned.

Zhang Xue's dizziness spread to me.

I suddenly remembered that I should be at the police station. How could I fall into a dream? I seemed to feel this way before the dream began.

The sound of sprinkling water and footsteps faded away little by little, retreating to the door of the classroom.

Zhang Xue lay on the table and looked at Jiang Yongning's position, which was facing the classroom door.

Qin Yijuan walked past the unconscious students, threw away the empty bucket, and took out a match from her pocket. She retreated outside the classroom, threw down the burning match, and slammed the classroom door. There was a sound of metal collision behind the door.

The flames ignited, and some students woke up. They jumped on the table, threw themselves at the classroom door, and smashed the window glass... They didn't have much strength, and they couldn't even scream. It didn't take long for their throats to be hoarse by the smoke, and they fell weakly one after another. Into the sea of ​​fire.

Zhang Xue ran away, shouted, smashed the window with others, pulled the door open, and beat the flames on his body. His vision was obscured by tears and flames, Zhang Xue squatted on the desk, and the last sight was an overturned desk.

Jiang Yongning didn't come, that's great...

The girl fell from the desk and was thrown into the flames.

I have no body at the moment, but I am completely powerless. Chen Xiaoqiu said that my dreams could change reality. The fact is that I was just a bystander this time. I couldn't stop Qin Yijuan and couldn't open those doors and windows. I could only watch those students die and feel the scalding temperature of the fire.

I thought the dream was over, and I was filled with doubts and anger towards Qin Yijuan, but the dream still continued.

The burning sensation disappeared and I heard crying.

The black and white photo shows Zhang Xue's energetic smiling face.

"That Jiang Yongning! It was that Jiang Yongning who killed Xiaoxue! He should be burned to death! How could that little beast be so cruel! He is a student in the same class! They are all classmates he meets every day!"

The voice full of resentment made Zhang Xue panic.

no! Not Jiang Yongning! It wasn't Jiang Yongning who killed us!

No one could see her, no one could hear her, nothing could be touched by her outstretched hands.

She saw her relatives filled with hatred, and saw Qin Yijuan coming to worship her numbly. She suddenly turned around and left her mourning hall.

Jiang Yongning!

Jiang Yongning!

Jiang Yongning! ! !