I heard that you are the illegitimate son of Hades?

After a long silence, Chu Ci curled his lips into a smile.

That smile is very familiar, but his eyes are so strange.

"Su Yuan told you?" He looked away from Jiang Han, "The meaning of that name is not very good, you should forget it."

With that said, he got up, walked along the end of the auditorium, and left the playground alone.

Jiang Han looked at his back, as if he was once such a person, walking alone for many years.

"Chu Ci!"

Jiang Han suddenly called to stop him, Chu Ci stopped and looked back at him.

"Is there a problem?"

"It's okay." Jiang Han walked towards him and stood side by side with him, "It's the first meeting, hello, my name is Jiang Han."

The setting sun in the distance shone on the blue and white school uniforms of the two of them, and the shadows of trees fell, reflecting colorful undulations.

It's like getting to know each other again.

But...Jiang Han only realized it now, why does this picture feel a bit like a romance novel by Mary Su?

Jiang Han returned to the classroom, took out the exercise book from the desk pocket, and took out his mobile phone to look at it.

—Is your son there?

——Can you go home and sleep today?

——Your Aunt Wang’s cat died, and I was a little scared.

——You don't even know how badly that cat died.

--Are you there?

— Squeak.

——Receive the quick reply message.

An Qing sent him several messages, urging him to reply quickly.

Jiang Han replied coldly.

——Don't you know that I can't play with my mobile phone in class?

The other party replied in seconds.

--forget.

—Anyway, will you go home with your mother tonight?

Although An Qing has become a mother early, she is still like a little girl in her heart, afraid of the dark, thunder, and mice.

He let out a long sigh.

——Okay, I'll go to the building management to ask for leave later.

An Qing replied:

——Mom loves you.

Jiang Han casually stuffed a few books into his schoolbag, cleared the table, and left.

The evening self-study in Baicheng No. [-] Middle School is very casual. Students who live at home can choose to attend self-study, or not; but students who live on campus must attend.

He went to the dormitory building with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders. The sunset was good today, but it got dark very early.It was only past seven o'clock now, and the azure blue sky had slowly descended.

It's strange today, the voice-activated lights in the dormitory building are working fine.Probably because of the wattage problem, the light is a bit dim, barely illuminating the world.He was standing in front of the door of the building manager's aunt. It was obviously a dark red iron door that was uniformly configured in the same building, but the door in front of him seemed to have experienced too many years of splendor, and it looked extremely old.

Jiang Han reached out and knocked on the door, and respectfully said to the door: "Report!"

After a long time, there was a thin, gossamer-like "Go in."

"Teacher, I invite you tonight..." Jiang Han was startled by an old lady who suddenly appeared in front of him, and stepped back to lean against the door.

Why do you all like to pop out suddenly to scare people?Fortunately, I don't have a heart attack, otherwise I don't know how many times I would have been scared to death.

The old lady was wearing a purple and black shroud, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, and wearing a pair of very small and strangely embroidered shoes.His face is very pale, but his mouth is very red, the contrast is very sharp at first glance.His face seemed to have many scars carved with a knife, mixed with wrinkles, looking at that face was particularly terrifying.

"Student, do you want to ask for leave?" The old woman walked around Jiang Han and left through the door.

A middle-aged woman in her 30s was left sitting in front of the computer and watching him.

I heard from Wang Yifan that the boys' dormitory has been replaced by an aunt who is in charge, and it looks like this should be the one in front of me.

The old lady who just left should be a little ghost, there is no shadow under her feet, and she can walk through walls.

And this...Jiang Han saw a faint shadow that was about to disappear under her body, her complexion was very bad, livid, her lips were cracked a few times, and her eyes were a little distracted.Staying around for a long time makes people feel extraordinarily cold and overcast.It was as if he was terminally ill and would die soon.Also, she doesn't seem to be able to see the old woman just now, so she should still be alive.

After confirming that she was human and not a spirit body, Jiang Han approached boldly, "Hello, teacher, I'm here to ask for leave."

"One night please?" She casually took out a leave note from the drawer, and took out a pen from the pen holder on the table, and put them all on the corner of the table.

"You fill it out yourself. Remember to write down your home phone number and guardian, lest your teacher may call to check on the post." She smiled at him with some difficulty.

"Oh." He lay down on the table with a pen in his hand and while filling out the leave slip, he glanced at the woman.

"Teacher, are you new here?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I just feel..." Jiang Han has always been stupid, and he didn't know how to say it properly, so he asked vaguely: "Teacher, are you... suffering from some kind of disease or something... just... I feel that you are very sick, teacher. Very heavy."

"I'm not sick," she coughed twice before continuing, "I'm just weak, and I've been like this since I was a child."

"I can't do any heavy work, and it's hard to find a job. I also heard from relatives at home that it's a very easy job for your school to hire a supervisor, so I came to No. [-] Middle School."

"Teacher, I've filled it out." Jiang Han put down his pen and handed her the completed leave slip.

She put it in a file box, and put it neatly together with the previous ones.

"What about your husband, teacher? Let you work alone."

"He, he died in a car accident for seven or eight years. He doesn't have any children, and he just supports himself on weekdays, and his life is not too stressful." She seemed to have finally found someone willing to listen to her complaints, and couldn't help it. We chatted a few more words.

Jiang Han clearly felt the phone in his pocket vibrate a few more times.He looked at it, and An Qing was urging him to go home again.

"Then teacher, I have to leave beforehand. Let's chat together when I have time."

Jiang Han hurried out of the dormitory building. He seemed to see that strange old woman hiding beside the pines and cypresses at the entrance of the building, but she disappeared in an instant.

Why are there so many spirits in the school?One gone, another one coming?

Chu Ci took the book of life and death and didn't care about them. It's not good to stay in the world.

Speaking of Chu Ci, he suddenly transferred to No. 800 Middle School... Maybe it has something to do with these spirits?And what he said about the dragon veins of Baicheng, the [-]-mile city of Han...

Jiang Han was very curious, he had a premonition, and only vaguely felt that something would happen to Baicheng, just like what Chu Ci said.

But he has almost forgotten what he said to himself.

Jiang Han walked to the shed and pushed his variable speed bicycle out of the school gate.

Obviously back to a week ago, but it seems to be no different from before.History has changed, and everything corresponding to it will change.

He was riding a bicycle, and when he left the school, he turned left at a small intersection. He looked around before riding past.

In fact, Jiang Han's home is not far from the school, but he chose to live in the school because he thought it was troublesome.An Qing works in the China World Trade Center, and sometimes it is [-] or [-] o'clock when she returns home from get off work.Instead of living at home and worrying about Anqing, it is better to live at school on her own, so as not to cause trouble for her.

It was not easy for her, Jiang Han's father left early, and An Qing did not remarry.Relatives of her natal family also found a man for her, but she politely refused.

Jiang Han now thinks back to the past scenes and sighs, everything in this world will change, and the only constant seems to be love.

He entered the community, placed his bicycle and went upstairs.The normally clean corridor was now full of dust, every time Jiang Han stepped on a step, there was fine dust floating around.

Covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve, he entered the corner of the first floor and waited for the elevator.

The elevator now shows on the fifth floor and is descending.

When we reached the first floor, the elevator door suddenly opened wide, and there was a foul smell coming from inside.

Jiang Han took a closer look and saw a black cat hanging from the elevator entrance. The cat's stomach was cut open, and the bright red intestines fell in the air. Blood dripped down from the stomach and dripped into the elevator.

He quickly took a few steps back, slowing down for a while to calm down his heartbeat.

Jiang Han lowered his head, not noticing the cat's movements.

The black cat hanging upside down in the elevator gently stretched out its sharp claws, Cheng Jianghan didn't pay attention, and grabbed the back of his hand.

"Hey..." The cat seemed to have exhausted its strength after scratching him, and its upper body fell straight to the elevator entrance, and it didn't move anymore.

Jiang Han quickly left the elevator, pushed open the emergency escape door, and ran up the stairs before stopping to look at the wound.

Three scratch marks appeared on the back of his right hand. The wound was deep and blood was still oozing out.

What's the situation?

Someone abused a cat and hung it on the elevator?

Instead of going upstairs, he went to the pharmacy in the community to buy some disinfectant and gauze.Uncle Li was a doctor before, and when he saw the wound on Jiang Han's hand, he hurriedly took out a cotton swab and alcohol to disinfect him first.

"Look at this wound, you were scratched by a cat, but I remember you don't have a cat at home." Li Zhisen dipped some alcohol and lightly applied it on the wound, Jiang Han gasped, "Uncle you lighter."

"Tell me, where did this injury come from?"

"I don't know. I haven't been home for a few days. I heard from my classmate that many cats died in Baicheng recently. My mother was timid and asked me to come back to accompany her. As a result, I entered the building and just opened the elevator. The elevator exited. A cat, well, that cat caught it."

"The cat hanging from the elevator? Jiang Han, you're talking nonsense again."

"No, Uncle, if you don't believe me, go and have a look with me."

Li Zhisen took a look at him and helped him wrap the gauze.The two stood together at the elevator entrance, and the moment the elevator opened, Jiang Han leaned back with lingering fear.

"Look, there's nothing here."

Jiang Han's eyes widened, the elevator was empty, even the blood that had just dripped on the ground disappeared, leaving only a smell of blood coming from the elevator.

what happened?Wasn't it here just now?How could he be...destroyed in just a few minutes?

"Why is this smelling so bad? It still smells like blood. Jiang Han, how long has it been since your building was cleaned? Look at the dust everywhere." Li Zhisen couldn't help covering his nose.

Could it be that the cat just now was also a spirit body?

"Okay, I'll go back first, you go upstairs first." Li Zhisen shook his head and left.

Jiang Han looked at the empty elevator in front of him, forget it, I'd better go up the stairs, anyway, my house is only on the fourth floor, luckily the floor is not high.

Compared to the corridors, the stairs, which are usually hardly visited by anyone, are spotless.It's just that there is a strange smell fermenting silently in the air.

Jiang Han took out his mobile phone and sent a message to An Qing, asking if she was at home.

I didn't even notice my feet, but when I stepped down suddenly, I felt soft beside my feet.

He lowered his head, and a snow-white Persian cat leaned against his feet, "meowed" at him, and stared straight at him with its shiny green eyes.The strange smell on the cat is the strongest, and I can't tell what it is. Jiang Han covered his nose tightly. Could it be some kind of poisonous gas?

This cat is alive, not a spirit or a corpse.He exhaled, what happened recently?Why are there cats everywhere?

"That's my cat."

Jiang Han turned around and looked at the person under the stairs, the boy with long hair was talking to him with a smile.