Sudden HE with the villain

On a summer afternoon in Q City, heat waves hit one after another.

The banyan tree outside the window was lush green, and a few cicadas were singing incessantly.

There was a postcard on the rosewood table, on the front was a ball-like naive little bird with a bright red blood clot on its chest, and it was standing on a branch and chirping.

On the back was written a short poem in framed letters - "Who killed the mockingbird? Who saw her die? Who took her blood? Who made her shroud?"

Qingping glanced at the postcard, picked up the black tea next to him, and took a sip.

She had just put on this body when she received a postcard.It is also strange that there is no sender's name on this postcard, and where it should have been signed, there are only a few words: "Murdered Mockingbird".

Before she had time to gather her thoughts, the phone rang suddenly. After picking it up, there was a slightly anxious voice: "Miss Xie, did you receive a robin postcard recently?"

After Qingping answered, the man was silent for a moment, and said, "Can you go to the Q City Police Station to cooperate with the investigation?"

As a good citizen, Qingping immediately took a taxi to the police station.

It wasn't until I arrived that I found out that a particularly serious murder had occurred in Q City.

The victim was a classmate and teacher in the same class, and was brutally killed during the [-]th anniversary reunion. Some people who did not attend the reunion were also found dead at home.

Without exception, they all held a blood-stained robin postcard in their hands, but the contents were different.

"Can you show us your postcard?" asked the female police officer opposite.

Qingping nodded, and took out the postcard he had prepared earlier.

"Strange." She took a look at the postcard, with a puzzled expression on her face, and then handed it to the colleagues behind her for circulation.

Qingping was also a little confused, "What's wrong?"

The female police officer forced a smile, "The one in your hand is a bit different. On the postcards in the hands of the victims, the robin had fallen off the branch and died, and the poems were different. Others' poems were... Alright, let's take a look."

She sent a piece of paper with a few lines of poetry transcribed on it.

"Who killed the mockingbird? I, said the Sparrow, with my bow and arrows, I killed the mockingbird. But the mockingbird awoke again, and with my bow and arrows she pierced my breast."

"Who saw her die? It was I, said the fly. With my little eyes, I saw her die. But the robin woke up again, and she poked my eyes out with a branch full of flowers."

……

"Who did your class have any enemies with?" The female police officer asked cautiously, "You should remember that class, class 109 of Q City Middle School. According to our investigation, you also studied in class 109 for a year at that time."

Qing Ping shook his head. In the memory of the original owner, the memory about the past is very vague, especially the high school part. I don't know what it is. It is almost blank.

"It's been so long, I can't remember." Her expression was cold and clear, and she took a sip of plain water after she finished speaking, as if she was not very moved by the tragic death of her classmate.

The female police officer clenched her hands, "Anyway, you may be in danger, and we will send two plainclothes to secretly protect you."

Qingping nodded, and asked again: "Can I go home now?"

She haphazardly called a car, and she sat in the back seat, the phone in her pocket vibrated twice suddenly.

I took it out and saw that I received a text message, it was still the familiar poem, but it was a little different from before.

"Farewell, robin. All the birds of the air rejoice, as the knell tolls for poor robin. Only my phoenix weeps silently in the cold night."

"Who is your phoenix?" She couldn't help muttering.

The driver suddenly turned on the stereo, and a slightly gloomy foreign nursery rhyme filled the compartment.

"Who killed Cock Robin I, said the Sparrow, With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin..."

Qingping raised his head, and saw a pair of curved peach blossom eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Aren't you afraid?" There was a hint of teasing in the man's familiar laughter.

Qingping put the phone back into his pocket, leaned on the sofa chair, and sighed softly, "There are two plainclothes behind me."

The hand holding the steering wheel paused slightly, as if dissatisfied with her indifferent attitude.Gu Xiyue stepped on the accelerator and rushed out. After going around countless turns, she finally got rid of the car that was following closely behind her.

"You're making too much noise, within half an hour, they will find you according to the monitoring." Qingping's voice remained calm.

"Half an hour? Enough." Gu Xiyue frowned, with a sharp knife in her hand gleaming, and pressed it against Qingping's fair and slender neck, "Good school committee, get out of the car, let's reminisce about our high school life together."

In front of you is the former site of Q City Middle School.

Because of the demolition, the entire school has been abandoned. Several dilapidated teaching buildings are like lonely giants, bathed in the warm red setting sun.

The plaque of Q City Middle School has been broken, half of it fell to the ground, and the other half is still hanging stubbornly.

"Ten years in the blink of an eye." Gu Xiyue pressed the knife in her hand against her waist, "Go upstairs. Do you remember which floor our class is on?"

"forget."

"..."

Gu Xiyue's words were blocked, and the knife in her hand was slightly forwarded, making Qingping take a few steps involuntarily, "Fifth floor!"

"Oh."

On the wooden railings, some of the paint has faded, and it looks like an old man covered with spots.

There were a lot of rotten brooms piled up in the corner of the stairs, and a few abandoned desks.

The light has long been broken, and only a little afterglow shines on the corridor, making people barely able to see.

When going upstairs, Qingping asked, "Why did you kill someone?"

Gu Xiyue didn't speak, but just smiled lightly.The sound resounded in the empty corridor, making it difficult to tell whether she was crying or laughing for a while.

"You will die." Qingping pursed his lips.

"I died ten years ago." Gu Xiyue took her to the last row by the window, "This is my seat, I like this seat very much because..." She looked at the middle of the classroom and said softly : "As soon as I look up, I can see..."

Her voice was ethereal, a bit like whispering in a dream, "My phoenix."

There was a rustling sound outside the door.

Many black guns were aimed at them, "Put down the hostages and squat down with your head in your arms!"

It came so fast, Qingping felt a little inexplicable.

Gu Xiyue rested her head on her shoulder, a smile slowly formed on the corner of her mouth, and her eyebrows were drawn together with a hint of sadness.

No matter what the reason was, after killing so many people, she had no way out.

"I heard that you suffered from amnesia, and now it seems to be true. Do you feel pain about what happened back then? Are you afraid of remembering? Are you ashamed too?" A large swath of bright red bloomed on the white T-shirt, But Qingping didn't feel any pain at all.

"Please don't hurt the hostages! If you have any demands, we can consider them!"

"But I'm still unwilling, you're so good, why didn't you save me?" Gu Xiyue suddenly pushed hard, and Qingping staggered forward a few steps, as if he had been stabbed and fell down.

A few gunshots sounded, Qingping turned his head, his field of vision turned bright red, the man fell into a pool of blood, and slowly let go of the hand holding the blade.

A pair of bright eyes like autumn water were staring at her intently.

"Why won't you save me?" His pale lips moved, as if expressing the unwillingness and nostalgia of this life.

"Is the injury serious?" The policeman ran in quickly and asked anxiously.

Qingping glanced down at the bright red on the clothes, and shook her head in a daze, "It's not my blood." She walked up to the dying man, and slowly bent down.

Before the police could stop it, they saw this strange hostage lower his head and leave a light kiss on the murderer's lips.Then they opened their eyes wide, watching in disbelief that the figure of the hostage suddenly turned into foam and disappeared in the setting sun.

Silently, as if it never appeared.

"Qingping! Don't be in a daze! The teacher is here..." The body was suddenly shaken vigorously.

Qingping came back to his senses, and met the last triangular eye that was about to burst into flames.

"This classmate, stand up!" Triangle Eyes pointed at her with a pointer, "Are you new here? Have you finished the homework I asked you to do just now? You are still here in a daze. Don't think that if you don't take the art exam for the college entrance examination You can relax, improving your appreciation of beauty is your lifetime work!"

Qing Ping obediently stood up, glanced around at her immature face with pitiful eyes, feeling a little dazed.

here is……?

She couldn't help but turned her head to look back in front of the teacher's angry face. At the back of the classroom, there was indeed a poor little boy curled up on the desk.

Back to ten years ago?

System: "Don't look, I did it."

Qingping: "Oh."

Wu Shuchun was even more angry. Nowadays, high school students, relying on their good grades in cultural subjects, do not take classes seriously and don't know how to respect teachers. It is really becoming more and more shameful.

She picked up the drawing paper from the rebellious student's desk, "Let me see what you drew..."

Wu Shuchun's face turned black into carbon, his anger seemed to condense into a real thing, and he shouted fiercely: "What are you painting!"

Qingping glanced at the drawing paper, and briefly summarized, "People."

It's just that this person is a little special.

The face seemed to be an extremely neat and sharp triangle measured with a ruler. Where the eyes should be, there were two small flowers drawn, and the green two strokes were horizontal on the flowers.The nose is again a triangle, and the mouth is a red circle with a small black dot on top of the circle.

Wu Shuchun laughed back angrily, "Human? This is how you see people? Tell me, why are her eyes two flowers? Why are her eyebrows green? And what the hell is her mouth?"

Qingping took the painting and explained seriously: "Peach blossom eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, and cherry mouth. You see, I also drew the stem of the cherry." She paused for a moment, and concluded: "This is a beauty."

The whole room roared with laughter, Wu Shuchun gasped and shouted angrily: "Stand at the back of the classroom!"

"Okay." Qingping took the drawing paper and walked to the side of the poor little girl at the end of the classroom.

The little pitiful man lowered his head firmly, clutching the pencil with only a small stub in his fingers, scribbling on the paper, his body trembling slightly.

"Is it really ugly?" Qingping couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Behind the messy book she raised a slightly nervous face, "No, it's not ugly..." she said timidly.

Qingping heaved a sigh of relief, "The one who painted is you."

The little pity curled her mouth, and there were two tears in her eyes, she was about to cry.