Is this class the one I should take?

In fact, Lu Shubei really didn't expect the two of them to walk out of the bedroom door in this posture. This scene was a bit too shocking.

He just walked around to the back of the cabinet to check the situation, then pushed it casually, and then yelled.

Kongjing came quickly after hearing the sound.He knew what was going on as soon as he entered the door, rushed to Ye Xing, twisted the rosary against the cabinet door, and chanted with his eyes closed. Not long after, Lu Shubei and the others heard a scream from inside the cabinet, Ye Xing Liberated too, fell forward.

Lu Shubei stepped forward, only to see that Master Kongjing had already opened the cabinet door, frowning at the dark and empty inside.

"He's at home, isn't he?" Lu Shubei asked him.

Last time it was the dark green cup, this time it was the cabinet, I am afraid Qiao Weiran's ghost has been lingering here.

However, Kongjing shook his head: "Here is just his resentment."

God, just a little bit of resentment can do this.

Lu Shubei sighed in his heart, turned around to help Ye Xing up, and thoughtfully picked up the Buddhist beads and handed them to his palm:

"This time I will take it."

As a result, Ye Xing quickly took the thing, stuffed it into his pocket, and then turned his head to look outside:

"They seem to be arguing."

It wasn't the players who were arguing with others, but a 30-year-old man with disheveled hair and a key standing at the door scolding them:

"Who are you? Thieves, why did you come to Qiao Weiran's house? I'm going to call the police!"

Later, Master Kong Jing came out, and the man became quieter, staring at the monk with bloodshot eyes and said:

"Didn't you all do rituals? Why are you here again?"

At this moment, the man's tone finally softened a little, and Master Kongjing told him truthfully that there were still relics left in the house.

Hearing this, the man laughed exaggeratedly: "What can I forget? You all took all his clothes away."

However, although he was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes, and he was obviously tired, haggard and frightened.

Yang Jiasheng who was closest to him was keenly aware of this, and asked him directly: "You know that Qiao Weiran still has some relics, right?"

So other players chimed in one after another:

"If you have one, take it out quickly."

"I'm going to do something in a few days."

... What's interesting is that the guy who was swearing fiercely just now is silent now, and he crouched down bit by bit with his head in his arms.

Finally, Master Sky Scene signaled the players surrounding this person to disperse.He walked up to this person, lowered his eyes, and looked compassionately:

"Benefactor, it's a good idea to keep the things of the old man, but it's too dangerous."

As he spoke, Master Kongjing looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

And the man raised his face, his eyes turned red again.

He softly spit out a word: "Letter."

This man's name is Zhang Dong, he is the editor of the magazine responsible for Qiao Weiran, and he has a very good relationship with Qiao Weiran, and he has another key to the rental house in his hand.That day, he was the first to discover Qiao Weiran's body.

He called the police in time and actively cooperated with the investigation. Before that, he did one thing: he took away two letters from Qiao Weiran's desk.

When mentioning these two letters, Zhang Dong's expression twisted a little: "I don't want to keep it in my mind, I'm afraid those two letters will ruin him."

In other words, what kind of letter is this, it is so powerful.

Right now, Zhang Dong obviously encountered some troubles that he could not solve. To Master Kongjing, he simply said in one breath: "It's a letter from him and Su Guwan."

When they heard the name Su Guwan, the expressions of the players present all changed, and they even looked at each other.

Zhang Dong saw that something was wrong with them, and asked them, "Do you know Su Guwan?"

Yang Jiasheng nodded: "Well, he said that he and Qiao Weiran... talked about it."

So Zhang Dong showed a sarcastic smile and continued talking.

He said that those two letters, to put it bluntly, were parting letters.

It was Su Guwan who first sent a letter to Qiao Weiran. He said that he suddenly realized that he might have been impulsive at first, but he still wanted to be a normal person in essence.

So on the night of suicide, Qiao Weiran sat at the desk and wrote a reply letter.

There is no resentment, and there is no reconciliation, he wrote indifferently:

"Exactly, I have the same idea as you. I met a girl in the coffee shop yesterday. She was very beautiful. It was only then that I realized that maybe what I really like in essence is girls."

Regarding these two letters, Zhang Dong's evaluation is that in this era, only literary youths like Qiao Weiran are obsessed with writing letters, and put them on the table with great heart.

"If these letters are seen by the police and spread, then you say, after his death, can he be at peace?" Zhang Dong concluded.

really.This haunted house and his status as a bigwig in women's clothing have brought him a lot of "heat". If netizens know that he is gay and is still arguing about breaking up before his death, the topic of discussion will be even more serious. too much.

For example, these players, they tried to see if Qiao Weiran committed suicide because of this incident.

At this moment, Lu Shubei, who had been on the sidelines, said, "Judging from that letter, he should have put it down."

"Well," Zhang Dong sighed, "Actually, the two of them didn't fall in love seriously, they just played like a house for half a month."

Seeing that everyone was going to bring the topic to Qiao Weiran's personal emotional life, Yang Jiasheng hurriedly brought the topic back: "Then, what about those two letters?"

As a result, when he mentioned these letters, the smile on Zhang Dong's face disappeared immediately.

He said, "Burn."

Immediately afterwards, he said, "It can't be burned."

"It can't be burned..." Yang Jiasheng looked at him nervously, "What do you mean?"

That's it from the night before.

In fact, Zhang Dong threw those two letters in the trash can as soon as he got home.That night, when he saw the crumpled letters in the bucket, he thought it would be better to burn them clean.

That night he took a lighter, lit the fire, and quickly burned the letters to ashes.

However, when he woke up the next morning, he turned over and stretched, his outstretched arms froze, and his eyes suddenly widened.

——The two letters were spread flat on the side of his pillow, and he could see them as soon as he turned his head.

Red lines on a white background, two beautiful letters.

very familiar.

Maybe, because he drank too much last night, he didn't burn the letters, but took them back to bed?

Obviously Zhang Dong knew very well that he didn't drink alcohol last night, but he comforted himself in this way, jumped out of bed, threw these letters into the trash bag, and went out with the bag.

A paradoxical thing happened. In the past two days, no matter whether he threw away the letters or burned them, they would always appear on his pillow in the morning.

In desperation, Zhang Dong also wanted to go to find monks or Taoist priests, but every time he went, there would be a small car accident on the road or a ghost hitting a wall.

This morning, Zhang Dong didn't want to open his eyes for a long time after waking up, because he knew that when he opened his eyes, he had to see those two letters.

After lying flat for a while, he thought, maybe he should take them to Qiao Weiran's house for disposal?

So this afternoon, Zhang Dong came with letters and paper money, and bumped into the players who were looking for something.

After saying this, Zhang Dong handed over the letter in the bag and handed it to Master Kongjing.

At this time, the players all let out a long sigh of relief, as if they were liberated.Now, it's finally found, right?

However, everyone never expected that Zhang Dong said: "...he still has some things in my house."

ha?Are you so courageous?

Looking at Zhang Dong's appearance, everyone will know his recent situation, Master Kongjing also became serious, and said seriously: "Then, please take us to your home."

Zhang Dong came by car.After deliberation, everyone decided to let Master Kongjing, Yang Jiasheng and Lu Shubei sit in his car and go to his house first.

In fact, Lu Shubei wanted Ye Xing to get in the car too, because Ye Xing seemed to be in a bad state of mind - the last time he was like this was also after he encountered resentment here.

and many more.

Lu Shubei thought of something.

That time Master Kongjing held Ye Xing's hand and recited scriptures to exorcise evil spirits, he felt uncomfortable for a while.

And this time...

After another exorcism, Ye Xing had such a serious reaction again.

Lu Shubei fell into deep thought, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that Zhang Dong hadn't driven the car, but went down and bent over to check something.

After returning, Zhang Dong said that he was looking for cats and other small animals under the car. When winter comes, they will find a place to keep warm. Be careful not to crush them.

While he was talking, a cat's shrill cry came from not far away, and the heart of the people in the car jumped suddenly.

At this time, Zhang Dong had already started the car and drove towards the gate of the community.

His house is not far away, and he will arrive in 10 minutes.It was also an old community, and most of the residents were old people. Most of them moved stools and sat downstairs, basking in the sun, staring at strange visitors like Lu Shubei and the others with cloudy eyes.

"This way." Zhang Dong led the way and led them to Unit 2.

After reaching the third floor and entering the door, Zhang Dong greeted them to sit down, turned around and went to the kitchen to make tea:

"My house is a bit messy, don't mind."

And Master Kongjing sat upright, looked around, and took a deep breath:

"It's messy, but it's nothing."

Lu Shubei, who was sitting next to him, heard the implication in his words, and stared at him.

Master Kongjing lowered his voice and said: "He is here."

Everyone present knew who he was referring to.

In other words, Zhang Dong took Qiao Weiran's belongings home without permission, and at the same time brought his remnant soul home.

When Zhang Dong came back to the living room with the water and heard this conclusion, his face was pale, but his expression was still calm—the haunting in the house was so fierce these two days, he already guessed what it was.

"But Zhang Dong is also thinking about Qiao Weiran," Yang Jiasheng was a little confused, "and they have such a good relationship, does Qiao Weiran even want to kill friends?"

This is what Yang Jiasheng knows too little about.

When a person dies and the lamp goes out, he should have left the world, or reincarnated or went to hell. Staying in the world is against the law of heaven. After a long time, resentment will arise.

Not to mention someone like Qiao Weiran who committed suicide.When ghosts are at work, there is nothing rational.

For a while, the living room was very quiet. In the glass on the table, the tea leaves floated on the hot water, exuding a faint aroma.

After a while, Zhang Dong said:

"I just wanted to help him put away some things, his tapes and all, I got them all back.

With his character, he doesn't have many friends, and I'm the only one who hangs out with him often..."

Also, judging from his teasing personality, it's really hard to make any friends.

At this point, Zhang Dong said again: "Actually, I'm also very curious about why he committed suicide, and I also wondered if this incident has something to do with Su Guwan, but I can't figure it out."

After saying this, Zhang Dong fell silent, and Lu Shubei and the others also became silent.

After a while, as if to add a little fun to the quiet living room, suddenly, the clicking sound of an old radio came from the living room, followed by a faint singing voice:

"Good flowers don't always bloom, and good times don't always stay... After we part tonight, when will you come again..."

It's Teresa Teng's song, her sweet voice is mixed with a bit of sadness, leading people's thoughts to the distance.

Just listening, Lu Shubei saw that the living room in front of him changed.

Compared with the time in the coffee shop, this time the people around Lu Shubei are still there and haven't disappeared, but they don't seem to see the extra thing on the wall, they continue to sit, drink tea, and Lu Shubei was ignored.

"Yang Jiasheng?"

"Master Sky Scene?"

He yelled several times, but no one paid him any attention.

Lu Shubei could only look at the wall behind the TV.

There are many photo frames on the wall, and the photos are all of the same person:

Qiao Weiran.

Lu Shubei had seen Qiao Weiran in women's clothing before, so he recognized it immediately.In each photo frame, the smiling "girls" are all Qiao Weiran.

On it, there are fourteen photo frames hanging here and there.

Qiao Weiran was wearing a straw hat that shaded the sun.

Qiao Weiran smiled while holding his chin.

The old song is still being sung, and in the singing, the people in the photo are a little more charming.

...But they stayed in their respective photo frames, but they were all restless, unable to turn their heads, so they turned their eyes together and looked at Lu Shubei.

Lu Shubei moved a little to the right, and the black eyeballs moved to that direction.

When Lu Shubei stood up and moved forward, they lowered their eyes and looked at him coldly.

One photo like this is enough to scare people, not to mention...there are so many.

Lu Shubei tried to walk for a while and stopped moving. The feeling of being followed by the eyes of ghosts was not very pleasant.

And Qiao Weiran seemed to find this very interesting.

Just as Lu Shubei was sitting stiffly, thinking about how to escape this kind of place that seemed to be in the other world this time, he heard a voice.

The voice asked him, "Am I pretty?"

It's like the words that Qiao Weiran, a bigwig in women's clothing, would often ask when teasing others.

Lu Shubei said, "It's pretty."

The voice asked him again: "So, what are you willing to do for me?"

Here, die under the peony flower?

Lu Shubei followed his breath, and replied in his heart: "I really want to hold a personal art exhibition for you."

He's serious, there are so many exquisite photos here, it's a perfect fit for an exhibition.

And the ghost couldn't get the answer he wanted, so he became dissatisfied.Lu Shubei saw that the wall began to turn dark red little by little, and the appearance of Qiao Weiran in the photo frame also changed.

His face was blue and purple, his tongue was sticking out all the time, and he looked like a hanged ghost.

However, after a short moment, Qiao Weiran returned to his original appearance, and the person in the photo frame was still beautiful.

He also generously gave Lu Shubei another chance:

"do I look good?"

Lu Shubei: "It's pretty."

The ghost said:

"You lied to me, if I'm really good-looking, why don't you want to do anything for me?

Well, you're afraid of me, aren't you? "

Generally speaking, when Li Gui asked questions like this almost frantically, something was going to happen.

Lu Shubei was still so calm: "I'm not afraid of you."

"you're lying."

"Really, I didn't lie to you."

Lu Shubei closed his eyes:

"In my heart, I have hung these photos of you in the corridor of the school, and I have added a paragraph to each photo of you.

Under the first one is written that books are the ladder of human progress - Qiao Weiran.

Under the second one is written a book, food for the human spirit - Qiao Weiran.

You see, in this way, your image suddenly becomes tall and radiant. Of course I think you are good-looking. "

indeed.

These have become "celebrities" who hang on the wall in the school and say aphorisms.

Full of intellectual beauty.