After the object of crush dies and comes back to life

"Grass, where are people?" Wang Mu scratched his head, thinking that he might be a little suspicious, maybe he heard it wrong?But when he raised his foot and walked forward again, he heard footsteps following behind him again.

His heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he turned his head in a panic - there was no one there.

In the quiet alley, the sound of water dripping quietly came from nowhere, and the slight draft breeze brushed against Wang Mu's skin, and he felt the goosebumps on his body stand up little by little.

The sky above the alley is surrounded by layers of clotheslines, and hundreds of colorful clothes are swaying in the wind. The sun cannot shine here, and the light looks very dark.Wang Mu walked this way many times, and he should be used to it, but for the first time, he felt that the environment here was a bit scary.

The noon sun was scorching, every household hid in the house, and there was no one in the alley.Pieces of ash were peeling off the stone wall, and moss was winding on it, and only Wang Mu's long, crooked shadow could be seen on the wall.

The footsteps still followed, like a tail that couldn't be shaken off.

"Who the hell!?" Wang Mu stopped and shouted angrily behind him, his echo filled the empty alley.The footsteps seemed to play hide-and-seek with him, it stopped when he stopped, and it went when he left.

A thief?Kidnappers?still……

Wang Mu couldn't help trembling all over, and unconsciously quickened his pace, trying to shake off the things behind him.

When he hurriedly passed a corner, the sound of footsteps suddenly disappeared.

A kind of ecstasy for the rest of his life was born in his heart, he wiped the sweat from his head with his sleeves, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He didn't notice the mottled gray wall beside him, a long, narrow and thin figure was gradually approaching him.

There was no heartbeat, no breathing, and the sound of footsteps was as light as floating dust.

Wang Mu raised his head bewilderedly, a hand as hard as iron had pinched the back of his neck, retracted his five fingers, and he lost consciousness instantly.

On Sunday, the post bar was very lively.

"Have you eaten Wang Mu's melon?"

"Who is Wang Mu... I don't know him, can a class representative explain it?!"

"He's from the experimental class. He's a stinky guy. I heard that he made his girlfriend's belly bigger and cheated on him. I don't know if it's true."

"Fuck, so exciting?! Is there a hammer??"

"id=17647363, someone posted the chat records between him and Xiaosan, tsk, what a scumbag..."

"One thing to say, this chat record may also be forged?"

"I saw his girlfriend left a message under the post, and also posted a chat record... I don't think it's really fake."

"Did someone who knew Wang Mu come out and say something???"

"Emmm, I know him, but not very well. I only know that he has a girlfriend... Both of them have the same WeChat account and screenshot, so it shouldn't be a forgery."

"Wouldn't it be hammered to death? This scumbag, come to school tomorrow and wait to be sprayed!"

"Hahahaha, his girlfriend is from another school, right? Even the two schools know about it. With such a big commotion, does he still dare to come to the school?"

"If he really came... I would call him the strongest, his face is like a city wall 23333"

"What are you looking at?" Lu Xin's voice sounded next to her ear, she raised her head, and the other party was looking at her curiously.

Qi Yuan closed the school post bar, put the phone back in the bag, and replied: "Nothing."

Probably because of the cloudy weather, the bus leading to Chengnan Prison was very empty. The two of them found a seat and sat down side by side. The wind outside the window was a bit strong, the weather was overcast, and the clouds looked like gray cotton candy filled with water.

Chengnan Prison was at the last stop. Passengers came and went. In the end, only the two of them were left on the bus. The bus drove through several long and dark tunnels, and finally saw the light again, and drove to the terminal surrounded by green hills.

The prison was built on a relatively high hillside, surrounded by tall and oppressive barbed wire, which made people feel oppressed for no reason.Through the guard post at the gate, you can see huge gray buildings, and I don’t know how many drunken and desperate prisoners are held inside.

Lu Xin took out the prison visit certificate from her satchel. This time, they were nurses from a nursing home, and they came to visit their only son on behalf of Xiong Zhiyong's sick mother.After all, Xiong Zhiyong has not contacted other relatives for many years, so it is not realistic to pretend to be his distant relatives.

Led by the prison guards, they came to the visiting room, which was separated from the inside and outside by a huge glass half. Xiong Zhiyong hadn't appeared yet, and the chairs opposite the glass window were empty.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, a middle-aged man in a blue prison uniform slowly appeared in the meeting room led by the prison guards.

He has a round inch, and his thick head has been shaved to leave a layer of short stubble, which is completely different from the black hair he saw on the news screen.He has a long face, a square chin, a square face, deep bags under the narrow eyes, and his facial features are crowded into a ball, which is not very correct.

A pair of handcuffs were locked on his wrists, and he walked with a hunchback and a stooped waist, slowly, looking lackluster.

Ever since Xiong Zhiyong appeared on the other side of the glass, Qi Yuan recognized him at a glance.Looking at the murderer who killed her, ice-cold anger burned in her heart.

But he is just a "knife", and the one who should really be targeted should be the real culprit behind the killing with a knife.

Xiong Zhiyong sat down on the plastic stool slowly, raised his eyelids, glanced at them, and asked, "Who are you?"

The prison guard had already exited the interview room, so Qi Yuan no longer concealed himself, gave him a cold look, and asked directly, "Who is behind this traffic accident besides Qi Miao?"

"What are you talking about?" Xiong Zhiyong turned his eyes away and said timidly, "I don't understand..."

"Then let me ask you another way." Qi Yuan tapped his index finger on the table, and asked coldly, "Who did Qi Miao instigate you to forge this case?"

"You, who are you guys?" Xiong Zhiyong gasped, his face pale, his eyes protruding, "What are you talking about? I don't have any!"

Lu Xin also stared at him coldly: "Do you know that you are killing people!?"

"You two lunatics, what murder? Do you have any evidence!" Xiong Zhi stood up bravely, the long iron chain behind him made a crackling sound, and he shouted angrily, "I don't know what you are talking about What a mess! I'm going to call the prison guards!"

"Don't worry." Qi Yuan turned on the phone expressionlessly, "Listen to this first."

A few seconds later, only Qi Miao's contemptuous and disdainful voice remained in the meeting room: "Oh, if it wasn't for her son, I wouldn't even bother to come here... She has dementia herself, who can save her! I don't Concerned about these, as long as she is not dead....Do not eat or drink? Do you mean to let me go in and feed her personally? Don’t ask me to come out for these small things in the future, you can do it yourself. I am very busy and have no time. "

This is exactly the audio they recorded when they met Qi Miao when they went to the nursing home. As expected, after listening to the recording, Xiong Zhiyong's face visibly twitched, his thick blue lips and black eye bags trembled slightly, and his facial features became more ferocious. .

He covered his ears suddenly, and said hysterically: "I won't listen! You are fake!!! None of them are real!!!!" The voice was as loud as if the roof was about to be lifted, and he could hear everything clearly without using the phone Chu.

Unexpectedly, his reaction would be so excited, and the expressions of both of them changed.

"He'll attract people by calling him that!" Lu Xin looked at Qi Yuan nervously.Qi Yuan patted the glass, hoping to calm him down, but the result was just the opposite.

But the two of them are separated from Xiong Zhiyong by a wall, and they can't do anything about him for the time being.

Xiong Zhiyong pretended to be crazy and foolish, but the prison guards rushed over quickly, pushed the door open and entered: "What's the matter, what's the matter?!"

Sitting on the ground, Xiong Zhiyong cried and yelled, as if he had lost his mind and said insanely: "They are fake!!! Liars!!!!"

"You're sick again? If I knew it, I shouldn't have allowed you to come out!" The prison guard sighed, lifted him up from his seat, and escorted him outside, "Stop barking...stand up, you dead pig, Damn, you don't want to eat today."

Xiong Zhiyong staggered to his feet, shut his mouth obediently, and followed the prison guards out the door.Before going out, he turned his head and glanced at the two angry people, with a weird smile on his face.

"He, why did he react so strongly?"

"...He's just pretending." Qi Yuan closed his eyes and replied in a low voice.

Lu Xin sighed: "What the hell is he thinking? Why is he so persistent in hiding it for the people behind him..."

Qi Yuan held his forehead with his slender fingers, and closed his eyes slightly: "Perhaps he was worried about the people behind him... His mother is still in the hands of the Qi family. If they sold the Qi family so early, then Li Shu wouldn't have to deal with it." alive."

She sighed for a long time, and said a little tiredly: "Why didn't I think of this layer... It was my negligence."

Lu Xin patted her on the back and whispered: "It's okay, at least now we can be sure that Qi Miao is not the only murderer! If we can fully grasp his mother, maybe Xiong Zhiyong will be willing to say it."

"Go home first." Qi Yuan shook his head, "I'm afraid Xiong Zhiyong won't agree to come to see us in the short term."

After tossing around, there was no gain. After a busy meal, the two returned home.

Lu Xin got into the kitchen to cook, while Qi Yuan sat on the sofa in the living room, staring at the screen on the phone.

The bloody "go to hell" on the screen of the mobile phone is the message that the QQ account with blank information sent to himself.

For some reason, maybe it was her intuition, she always felt that the owner behind the account might know some truth.

She pondered for a while, waved her finger and typed a line of words lightly, and clicked send.

"who are you?"

The author has something to say: Thank you for bringing Karma