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☆, Interlude: Su Rui's private diary

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Author Weibo: @JEVONS's cranky thinking

Date: October 2017, 10 Diary a colorful day

Calculating the time, I have been studying in the UK for just over a year and a month.Although the National Day holiday has just started in China at this time, it is a pity that London, which is thousands of miles away, does not care how many years since the founding of New China, so today, on the other side of the far east, the whole country celebrates family reunion Now is the day when I, Su Rui, officially start school.

Maybe it's because from this day on, I'm finally going to become a real college student. Last night, my nerves became too excited, and I couldn't fall asleep no matter what.In the end, I simply took a tome of the original English book and read it, trying to calm myself down—the result was that the effect of this calming down was so obvious that I fell asleep on the table without knowing what was going on. On, and then at the moment of being woken up by Ellie's call, I felt a real... sour feeling all over my body.

This is the beginning of my complicated day.

Given the amount of things that happened today, the first day of school itself is really nothing to say compared to other things I have experienced, let me think that I should start with the murder of the dead body falling from the ceiling Whether it was the matter of being invited into the bureau, the matter of being attacked by a strange puddle and almost dying, or the matter of meeting a wizard... Forget it, let me sort it out according to the timeline.Well, it all seems to start with my friend Elle and her brother.

It was the first long vacation when I met Ellie after I came to London. At that time, she was a high school student who was about to graduate, and I was working as a cashier in a coffee shop. She picked up my student card in the shop and kindly said: Chatted with me about school, and she is considering applying to London College of Communication, and she has been my first British friend since then.

Ellie is an approachable and very hearty girl. When you get along with her, it’s hard not to fall in love with her character. After getting to know her gradually, I probably can see that she should have a wealthy family, but I really feel it Up to this point, it was thanks to her brother.

Yes, Jeremy Wilson, Ellie's elder brother, he is at the London School of Economics and Political Science opposite our college, a legendary high-achieving student in a prestigious school, according to Ellie's description, he is like the template of "other people's children".In fact, Jeremy is the same age as me, and only a year older than us, but when we saw him, he was wearing a slim casual suit, driving a luxurious and fashionable super sports car, and parked leisurely in front of us. The way he rolled down the car window and took off his sunglasses looked like a young and promising playboy who had just inherited the top management of an investment bank.But what impresses me the most is his heterochromia—his left eye is the same ice blue as Ellie, but his right eye is a darker green, which is quite suitable for playing "Lord of the Rings" .At Ellie's suggestion, the three of us decided to go to the Sky Castle restaurant in the South Bank Center for dinner.

Allie and I were going to have dinner just the two of us, but then she got a text from Jeremy asking to see her, and she warmly invited me to join the party.I originally thought it might be embarrassing and I didn't really want to go, but after Ellie's insistence, I was also a little curious about her brother and I really wanted to eat something good by the way, anyway, if the atmosphere is delicate, I can pretend I am not proficient in English and can't understand it, so I readily agreed.

Plan to pass √...and no.

If I had known what was going on behind the scenes, I would rather go back to the apartment and cook some instant noodles by myself, than be thrown around outside the glass curtain wall of the building, wouldn't I?

"I think it can all be traced to you."

"what?"

In the noisy tavern, Jeremy, who was a little drunk, gave me a look of alcohol.

Maybe I drank a little too much, and I even started to speak boldly, "Think about it, if you didn't send Ellie that text message today to find her, the two of us would find a smaller and warmer one." restaurant, and then have a smooth dinner without bodies and police, and finally go home happily, right?" I put an arm on Jeremy's shoulders and came to the final conclusion, "Well, so it's all to blame. you."

"What?" Jeremy squinted at me with an upswing in his Cockney accent. "That's not right."

"Otherwise?" I refilled our glasses with whiskey and asked him back.

"It's called fate." Jeremy said seriously, "No matter what, God will always involve us in some strange way."

I laughed, "You still believe in this theory."

"Anyway," Jeremy raised his eyebrows, "I admit it was a bad night, but there are always good results, like you and me, sitting here now." He picked up the glass and looked at I motioned, "Another one?"

I clinked the glass with his and drank the last of the whiskey.

"Meeting a Taoist priest might be a new thing for you," I said aloud, leaning closer to him, "but you really should stop spying on me, you've been doing this all night, it's kind of crazy to be honest."

"Sorry, my fault~" Jeremy showed a flattering smile, and punished himself with a drink.

Jeremy didn't like me very much in the beginning, to be precise, from the moment we first met each other, he had a subtle, unfriendly attitude towards me.

But I quite understand his mood. After all, when I was in China, I didn't like that little neighbor boy who often played house games with my sister.It was fun to watch their brother and sister interact with each other in secret, trying to hide it from me, and I tried to control my expression during the meal so as not to laugh too obscenely—until the corpse fell from the ceiling.

My college life started with a murder case.

The death of that body was really horrific, and whenever I think back to that scene, I try not to make it too vivid, but unfortunately, I can see it too clearly.And that yellow evil-suppressing talisman is particularly dazzling.

Ellie, Jeremy and I were the closest witnesses to the body, and we were called to Scotland Yard for the record.We were talking to a shrewd and handsome police inspector, surnamed Scudder, about 40 years old. He very politely asked us to sit on the bench outside the interrogation room and wait for a while, and then let Ellie be the first A person being questioned followed him inside.

So it was just me and Jeremy left in the hallway.

"Don't be nervous." Jeremy, who was sitting next to me, said suddenly.

"Ok?"

"We are not criminal suspects, and they will not treat us with interrogation methods like those on TV."

From the beginning to the end, Jeremy did not turn his head to look at me directly, but turned his legs up and stared intently at the opposite white wall, as if talking to the air.I was a little nervous, and I don't know how he noticed it.

Cut, what are you pulling?

I silently complained about his act of pretending to be cool, and maintained a peaceful tone on the face, "I know, but... this is the headquarters of Scotland Yard. I never thought that I would come in here one day."

"Have you never been to the police station?"

"That's not true. The last time I went to the police station was when I first came to the UK. International students had to do a residence registration." I said, "I remember that the appointment form of the police station is quite popular. It's time to come to London, but it's already November when the appointment list is applied. But that's a different thing from this, isn't it?" I turned my head to look at him, "Do you often have the opportunity to witness the process of murders? ?”

"No." Jeremy stood up suddenly, walked across from me, folded his arms and stared at me, "I just find you a little strange."

"How to say?"

"When that scene... happened, you took the square scarf from my suit pocket and covered the corpse's face."

"Hmm," I nodded briefly, "isn't that basic respect for the dead?"

"You can think about it in those moments, and now you're starting to get nervous?"

"Well... Maybe I'm that kind of person, maybe I didn't have time to think too much at that time, it was just an on-the-spot reaction." I began to feel a little uncomfortable with Jeremy's inexplicable "special attention", "You are not bad Ah, to be able to notice how I am while taking care of Ellie."

Jeremy seemed to hear a hint of sarcasm in my words, "I was not very friendly to you at first, I was too paranoid." He suddenly approached me, then squatted down in front of me, stretched out a Hand, met my gaze seriously, "I'm sorry, reconciliation?"

I shook his hand back and didn't say much, counting it as a silent response.Jeremy squeezed my hand very formally and shook it twice, his focused eyes fell on my face, and then flashed past.The door of the interrogation room opened at this moment.

"Mr. Su," the inspector stopped me, "it's your turn, please come in."

"Wait, was that the time you put the Tracking Charm on me?" I asked Jeremy. "In the police station?"

"Hmm." Jeremy tilted his head, and replied proudly, "In places like the police station, there are magic restrictions. You are not allowed to use magic indiscriminately. I have to establish a close enough contact range with you to implement it."

"So that's why you suddenly came up to me and shook my hand."

"That's right~" Jeremy snapped his fingers.

"Okay." I drank the last bit of wine in my glass, "If you dare to do this next time..."

"Are you going to duel with me?"

"The word 'duel' is too classic." I frowned and shook my head, "Have you traveled back to the Middle Ages?"

"If you dare to do this again next time," I leaned into Jeremy's ear, "I'll let you experience the results of my martial arts training over the years. You'll find that you don't have the time to perform anything at all." magic'."

After saying this, I stood up, "It's getting late, let's go."

Jeremy and I walked out of the tavern with our arms around each other's waists—or rather, I was supporting him, because he was too drunk to walk.

Heaven and earth conscience really don't blame me, it's him who insisted on drinking with me.After discovering that I was a Taoist priest, Jeremy was like Columbus discovering the New World. He tried to get me drunk while asking all kinds of questions, as if I was his research object. I saw it—just kidding, how can we cultivators fail to pass the level of wine and meat, let's just suffer it ourselves.

But I'm a little unsure of who it is, and Jeremy is about to fall asleep on my shoulder.

"Jeremy!" I called out to him.

"Um?!"

Jeremy's face was flushed, and the smell of alcohol in his mouth stained my face.I frowned and slapped my hand twice, and asked him, "Where is your home, let's take a taxi."

"Taxi? I ​​never take a taxi," Jeremy said loudly.

"...Then how do you plan to go back?"

He took out his mobile phone and opened the interface of the address book, "Mulligan..."

Jeremy was muttering words, but his head fell on my shoulder in disappointment.

"Jeremy?"

"..."

I sighed, took his mobile phone helplessly, searched for Mulligan, and tentatively dialed the number.

"Master?" The phone was dialed, and a middle-aged man's voice came from the opposite side.

"Hello, Jeremy Wilson is drunk right now, he unlocked his phone before falling asleep and said your name, so I tried to call and ask, can you pick him up? Or tell me his I can call a taxi to take him back with the address."

"I see. Please stay where you are and don't move. I'll be there in about... 15 minutes." The man on the other end calmly hung up the phone after saying this.

I didn't realize it for a while, doesn't he need to know where we are?On second thought, maybe Jeremy's cell phone has a location or something.

"Master..." I glanced at Jeremy, who was hanging on me, "Evil capitalism."

No, I don't want to stand for 15 minutes.Thinking of this, I immediately started shaking his shoulders, "Jeremy! Jeremy! Wake up!"

With my unremitting "efforts", Jeremy was finally awakened by me.

"Mr. Mulligan said he'd pick you up in 15 minutes," I told him. "We're waiting right here."

"What about you?" he asked dazedly.

"I'll just take a taxi and go back."

"Oh." Jeremy thought, "Jevons."

"what happened?"

"How many people are there in China?"

"13 billion people."

"Oh my god," he widened his eyes in horror, "isn't it too crowded?!"

"..."

"You are amazing." He suddenly looked at me with admiration.

"..." I began to regret waking him up.

The horrific night ended when Jeremy's housekeeper came to pick him up, but our experience was far from over.In a way, I didn't really escape the murderous watering hole, I don't know what it is yet, but in this country so far from my hometown, a strange dead man and Taoist things It's definitely not good news to be connected, and I can't ignore it.

At this moment, I am still troubled by this unknown. I thought that my study abroad career would be spent like ordinary people, but it seems that things have taken a 360-degree turn on the track I expected. Maybe, this is really fate. .When I was young, when I was practicing, the elders would always emphasize the mission of being a Taoist priest. Even in this peaceful period when we have been hiding for a long, long time, we cannot relax our vigilance.At that time, I didn't quite understand what they meant. It wasn't until I was in a foreign country that I finally understood the meaning of a sense of mission.

There is ample time.