Kneel to the white lotus

Xiuxiu stepped on the small mat, took off the picture frame hanging on the wall and put it aside, and hung the small whiteboard he just bought on it.

"Shen Xuzhi, sing high." An Yixing pasted the two printed photos side by side on the whiteboard, and then wrote their names correspondingly with a whiteboard marker.

These two photos are one-inch photos of the two of them in the cut-off file of An Yixing. After enlarged and printed, the pixels are greatly reduced. Look carefully at the face.Especially in Shen Xuzhi's photo, half of his face was covered with mildew. After zooming in, not only was his face completely unrecognizable, but the corner of his smiling mouth could only be seen clearly when he was standing a little farther away.

"They should all be 2008, graduates of the third (three) class of high school." Xiuxiu wrote the words '2008, 3 (3)' under their names.

"They were all born in 1990." Then, Xiuxiu wrote '1990.07.08' under Shen Xuzhi's name, and '1990.10.24' under Gao Ge's name.

"The contact information of the parents is all empty." Anyi wrote the four phone numbers under the two's classes respectively, and then put a cross on the back respectively.

"Home address……"

“沈叙之：临江省安庆市花园小区14栋5单元501；高歌：临江省安庆市花园小区14栋5单元502……”安奕行一怔神而，数字‘2’的尾巴就被他没来得及收回的笔尖拉出一条蜿蜒的线条，眉头拧成疙瘩，安奕行胸口泛起一阵奇异的波澜：“他们认识……”

"Two people are in the same class, or neighbors, and failed to graduate at the same time, and one of them committed suicide. How likely is it that all these are coincidences?" An Yixing looked at Xiuxiu.

"It's more likely that the death of one of them was related to the other."

"That is to say, if one of them becomes a ghost, it should be related to another person."

Glancing at each other, An Yixing and Xiuxiu put down the printed files at the same time, walked to the bedside and picked up their phones.

In the era of network information, no matter what information you want or who you want to find, going online is definitely one of the best solutions.

"We can first register a new account on Renren.com as a classmate of Class 08 ([-]) of Yude Senior High School in [-]. In this way, the system will automatically match people we may know. Through this, we can find most Yude A classmate in Class Three ([-]) of De High School." Anyi Xing quickly filled in the basic information on speaking skills, and a list of recommended friends popped up below.

"Then, compare the names of the students in their class..." Before An Yixing called Xiuxiu, Xiuxiu had already transferred the roster of Shen Xuzhi's class that they had entered from the notepad, and handed over the phone to him. In front of An Yixing: "Find some people who have online records recently and add them as friends."

After finishing all this, An Yixing will close the App directly, and after the friend request is accepted, there will naturally be a notification sound.

"When they reply, we can follow these calls one by one."

An Yixing and Xiuxiu not only took pictures of Shen Xuzhi and Gao Ge's files, they also took pictures of all the students in Class Three (Three) of Senior High School, even the transfer students.

At this moment, the two of them can call the parents' phone numbers left on these files one by one. If they are lucky enough to get through, they can find the students in the third (three) class of high school through these parents.

In Class 2008 (58) of 56 grade, there were 56 students in total including those who were transferred to another school. Not counting Shen Xuzhi and Gao Ge who had already called, there were 56 people left.And among these [-] people, most of them left behind their parents' two mobile phone numbers. An Yixing and Xiuxiu each called half of them, and each had to make [-] calls.

If the number changed by the parents becomes an empty number, it's okay to say, just hang up.I was afraid that this number would be taken over by someone else, and I would have to talk nonsense to find out that I made a wrong call when I called and waited for someone to pick it up, which would waste a lot of time.So this morning, An Yixing and Xiuxiu basically didn't do anything, just making phone calls until 12:47.

An Yixing hung up the last call, wrote down the number he got from the other party in his notebook, puffed out his mouth and let out a long breath, stretched his whole body into a big character, and patted himself pia on the bed.

"An'an..." Xiuxiu also finished dialing the last number—an empty number—and hesitantly said, "An'an, don't you think something is wrong?"

"So?" Anyi Xing turned his head sideways, looked at Xiuxiu who was sitting on another bed: "Isn't it going well?"

"It's just too good to be wrong." Xiuxiu frowned and said, "everything has been normal since we escaped from the ghost wall, and nothing happened. Don't you think it's abnormal?"

Of course An Yixing knew that this was not normal, and he also realized that they went too smoothly.But so what?An Yixing's goal is to live as long as possible with Xiuxiu.

As for whether they can live longer by their own ability, or live longer because of some 'wrong' - this is not within the scope of An Yixing's consideration.

"And then?" An Yixing asked.

"For the time being, this is indeed a good thing. But I don't know if there is a more terrible storm brewing behind this, so terrible that we have no chance to avoid it." Xiuxiu and Anyixing basically have the same idea, but in the experienced From Xiuxiu's point of view, the calmer the surface, the more turbulent the waves will be.

Xiuxiu is not sure whether he and Anyixing will continue to stumble and live longer in this world; or they should just be content with the status quo and wait quietly for the arrival of the last moment.

With the tip of his tongue brushing his lips, An Yixing sat up, looking at the whiteboard in front of him with unfocused eyes, but thinking about Xiuxiu's words in his head.

However, all of a sudden, Anyi Xing's pupils dilated suddenly, and his eyes were translucent black and bright, a little frightening.

It was as if a lightning strike struck Anyixing's head with a bang, and the direct shock made An Yixing's scalp numb, and every part of his body was not cold.

Where An Yixing was sitting, he could just see the two photos pasted on the whiteboard, and he could clearly see the corner of Shen Xuzhi's smiling mouth...

"Xiuxiu..." Anyixing's stomach sank, as if a lump was stuck in his throat, and it was difficult to speak: "I think... I know who committed suicide..."

"Shen Xuzhi, the one who died was Shen Xuzhi..."

As soon as the words came out, the lightbulbs beside the two of them flashed blindingly like firecrackers, and exploded one after another, and the fine glass shards flying in all directions scratched the bodies of An Yixing and Xiuxiu. But drill the painful blood.

"I don't like light." With a crisp but slightly echoing voice, the blackout curtains swished from left to right.The force was so great that the curtain rod was shaken a little, and some wall dust was scattered on the place where it was connected to the wall, hanging on the maroon suede curtain.

"That will remind me of bad things." The voice sounded again, and An Yixing and Xiuxiu confirmed this time that it was from the other side of the whiteboard.

Xiuxiu stared at the whiteboard, and carefully moved to sit in front of An Yixing, with his hand already in his pocket to hold the pocket knife inside.

"Shen Xuzhi?" With his hands crossed, fingers flicking the back of the other hand, An Yixing tried his best to keep calm.

Because An Yixing knew that in front of ghosts, they had no choice but to remain calm.

The other party didn't answer immediately, the air seemed to be stagnant, and it was so heavy that Anyi Xing was struggling to breathe.

Half a minute passed, and on the photo of Shen Xuzhi pinned to the whiteboard, a fuzzy figure the size of a finger slowly emerged.Immediately afterwards, the figure began to grow larger, and its body solidified.Soon, it became almost as tall as a normal person, and its suspended feet landed lightly on the ground.

"It's been a long time since no one called me that..." Shen Xuzhi, who showed his real body, sat on the pony ponytail that Xiuxiu stepped on just now, with his arms around his long legs, and said in a low voice.

Shen Xuzhi's body is solid, at first glance he looks like an ordinary, normal person.But if you are more careful, you will find that his bare/exposed skin is that kind of bloodless moon white, and it is too smooth and delicate, without the texture and texture of human skin at all.

What's even more strange is that even though the curtains are drawn and the room is dimly lit, An Yixing can clearly see every detail of Shen Xuzhi's body: bare feet, trembling hair, knuckles of fingers...

It was as if Shen Xuzhi's whole body was emitting light invisible to human eyes, reflecting every part of his body so clearly.

Shen Xuzhi rested his chin on his own knee, his head drooped at a slight angle, his hair was not long, but in such a posture with his head slightly lowered, the bangs were fine enough to cover his forehead and half of his eyes .The bare/bare feet are close together, and the thumb of one foot is pressing on the other foot and rubbing back and forth.

Shen Xuzhi was very thin, with a bent body and shoulders protruding into two sharp and dangerous peaks. He sat there, his arms wrapped around his curled legs.

Ever since Shen Xuzhi appeared in the room, the air seemed to be overwhelmed and became more and more stagnant.An Yixing wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

An Yixing has never tried to talk to a ghost, so he doesn't know how to communicate with this murderous ghost/soul.

"Shen Xuzhi, Xu Xuzhi..." Shen Xuzhi spoke again, his voice gradually lowered.

An Yixing and Xiuxiu didn't know whether to answer the conversation, so they didn't say anything. After waiting for a while, Shen Xuzhi's voice became clear again: "Why did you come to me? Curious about how I died?"

Shen Xuzhi's arms holding his legs tightened again, as if he wanted to squeeze himself into his body.An Yixing and Xiuxiu still couldn't see his face because of his sitting posture.

"Why did you kill someone?" After pondering for a while, An Yixing directly asked the question in his heart.

Communicating with a ghost, in An Yixing's view, whether they can save their lives has little to do with the art of language, but has a lot to do with the ghost's mood.

An Yixing felt that Shen Xuzhi's current mood might be good or bad, but at least it wasn't bad.