you are scary

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh dog man--"

Xiaokang Wang's scream was like a sharp sword piercing the rare peace at this moment.Bai Qianwan was still in a dream, but now he was suddenly awakened, almost jumping up in fright.He wandered around, and it turned out that Xiaokang Wang, whose life and death were unknown last night, had returned.

After shouting loudly, the naked Xiaokang Wang stood beside the bed with his hands and feet intact and full of energy, with his arms akimbo, his eyes frightened: "What's the matter with you? Did you doi last night?"

Bai Qianwan sat up in shock: "What are you making such a fuss about?"

He looked down and saw that the other place on the bed was empty, and there was a coat next to the pillow. Song Nongmo probably left long ago, and he didn't wake him up.

"I'm surprised you doi." Xiaokang Wang said.

"what does doi mean?"

"do, do, i, love. Do you understand?"

Bai Qianwan rolled his eyes: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

He lay back on the bed again.

It was only seven o'clock, and it was still early for him to wake up at this time.

Like all the ghosts staring at babies, Xiaokang Wang hangs from the chandelier, his head hanging down and Bai Qianwan's sleepy side face facing each other from a distance.He muttered resentfully to himself: "If I hadn't followed Bai Qianwan last night, I wouldn't have met Song Nongmo, been knocked out by him, and almost eaten by the little ghosts in the campus..."

"Tell me, who should be blamed for this?" Bai Qianwan opened his eyes and mocked him coolly.

"The one who bears the brunt is Song Nongmo, who knocked me out with the butt of a gun." Under the intense emotion, the hands on Xiaokang's back shook around, causing the chandelier to shake, and wisps of dust fell in the air.

"Go and fight him, go." He flicked the dust on the quilt.

Xiaokang Wang stared at him maliciously: "Then it's better to beat you up."

Bai Qianwan was not interested in Xiaokang Wang's personal grievances with Song Nongmo. Compared to this, he wanted to go to bed now.

"He looks really weird. Aren't you afraid that Song Nongmo has been following you?"

Xiaokang Wang chattered endlessly.

"But, you are the one who has been following me."

"In case you did something bad, you might be found out by him, just in this intimate situation like yours now."

Does Xiaokang Wang hate Song Nongmo?What's the matter, isn't it just that I was beaten once, and it would be fine if I beat him back.Shouldn't this be the case?It's not uncommon for men to fight.

Thinking of this, Bai Qianwan closed his eyes: "I didn't kill and set fire."

"What if there is?" Xiaokang Wang said quietly.

If he didn't know that Xiaokang Wang ran the train with his mouth full of words, he would most likely be intimidated by these meaningful words and his heartbeat would be arrhythmia.

"But I didn't..."

Of course, this sentence is a lie.Whether there is or not is not up to Bai Qianwan.

"Hurry up and stay away from Song Nongmo," Xiaokang Wang said with a sad face, "He threatened me to leave you."

"..."

What's going on with this sadomasochistic love story?

"I thought about staying away from Song Nongmo," Bai Qianwan said seriously, Xiaokang Wang's eyes lit up like light bulbs, "but this kind of thing is not something I can decide, just like I can't get rid of you , When Song Nongmo came to visit, I couldn't be cruel to drive him out. He is my high school classmate, and he has been treating me fairly well, although I don't know what his intentions are, maybe he has no intentions at all. "

Bai Qianwan has no friends.

For many years, he has lived alone, besides ghosts, there are still ghosts.

Song Nongmo's appearance is like a steel nail inserted into his life, tough and sudden, which is also related to his own weakness.You can't refuse him, can you?It's so impolite.He always had this idea.Occasionally, he would be beaten back by Song Nongmo for several rejections. To put it bluntly, Bai Qianwan is not a person with his own opinions, and he doesn't dislike Song Nongmo very much, after all, he looks delicious.

While the two were talking, the phone rang.

The caller was a young lady who claimed to be a staff member of the investigation department of the special incident handling department: "Mr. Bai, the evidence collection work on the house at No. 18 Zhengde Street has ended today..."

"Can I move back?"

"Yes."

"Thank you very much."

Bai Qianwan hung up the phone and sat up from the bed vigorously.

Xiaokang Wang watched him in and out of the bathroom to wash up with suspicious eyes, and quickly packed the clothes and laptop in the house, not forgetting to take away Song Nongmo's left coat.

"what are you doing?"

"Check out and go home."

Unsurprisingly, Xiaokang Wang also forcibly returned to No. 18 Zhengde Street with him.

Bai Qianwan squeezed the key and got out of the car.Previously, the police had taken a spare key from Bai Qianwan in order to enter the house, and it was estimated that they would return it in a few days.Right now he has only one key left, which must be kept safe.

Zhengde Street was still as quiet and leisurely as ever, even somewhat empty.On the street, the old people who wake up in the morning are still walking leisurely along the street, the middle school girls in light-colored uniforms hurried past, and the ladies are pushing strollers and chatting.Despite two homicides, Zhengde Street remains unchanged.

In broad daylight, the headless children in the yard were not here, and after the door was opened, the house was quiet, without a single ghost.

"Wow, the room is so big." Xiaokang Wang happily rolled in the air.

There is a strange smell in the air, the smell of having not opened the windows for a long time, mixed with a bit of fishy smell.

The floor should have been cleaned, but there were still traces of oxidized blood, as was the sofa.

"It's dirty here." Xiaokang Wang wrinkled his face and turned around on the edge of the sofa.

After washing his hands and rags in the bathroom, Bai Qianwan squatted on the ground and wiped the floor.After scrubbing vigorously several times and adding bleach, the black and red traces only faded slightly, and the traces of the leather sofa still remained in the gaps, which was annoying.

"I won't wash it anymore." Bai Qianwan threw the rag away.

The sofa is too dirty to sleep on it at all, the same goes for the floor.At this time, he began to worry about his terrible decision not to buy a bed in order to save money, so Bai Qianwan had to turn on the computer, and ordered a spring bed and four-piece bedding set on the website.After putting down the computer, he started cleaning the house.

A house that has been entered by so many people always feels dirty.

Xiaokang Wang was instructed by him to wipe the corners and chandeliers on the ceiling, and he started to clean the windows. Maybe it was rainy and dry or something.

After cleaning the glass with all his might, Bai Qianwan collapsed on the sofa from exhaustion. The black and red blood stains were on the place where he lay down. Looking at it from Xiaokang Wang's perspective, it was as if he stumbled and fell to his death. Trip blood.

"What time is it?" He asked Xiaokang Wang.

Xiaokang Wang quickly inspected the walls around the living room—there is no clock here!He had no choice but to press Bai Qianwan's cell phone and saw that it was nine fifty.

"It's past nine o'clock."

Bai Qianwan's tired eyes were full of thinking emotions. If Mrs. Chen was around, this kind of look should be familiar, but Xiaokang Wang knew him not long ago, so he didn't pay much attention to his strangeness until Bai Qianwan Talking to himself, he understood the other party's intentions.

"If it's past nine o'clock... high school ends at 11:30 noon."

Just go there early.

Such thoughts urged Bai Qianwan's limp limbs to move on their own, leave the sofa, and put on his coat.

Today's weather forecast says it will cool down and rain, so bring an extra umbrella.

Xiaokang Wang had an epiphany: "Are you going to No. [-] Middle School in City B again?"

"correct."

"Why--"

After the case is over, no one in the police should pay attention to him anymore, except for Song Nongmo.The parent meeting is over, and he probably won't go to school again...

Bai Qianwan, who was completely immersed in his own world, ignored the blue evil spirits rolling and floating in the sky. He quietly locked the door and did not forget to bring his umbrella, camera and garbage bags.

In the dark garbage bag, the sticker of the Virgin Mary was wrinkled and twisted, watching him winkingly at this moment.

Bai Qianwan arrived at No. 10 Middle School in City B by bus at about 30:[-]. After being questioned by the security guard at the gate, he entered the campus as a photographer.

As soon as he stepped on the orange and yellow brick road, that vague sense of familiarity emerged again, and Bai Qianwan walked into the playground with his camera in his arms.It happened that a class was having a physical education class, and young men and women in white sportswear were running on the plastic track, and they were also bustling when they were rushed to the surrounding basketball court.

Taking a few random photos as a pretense, Bai Qianwan approached the sports warehouse quietly, raising his camera from time to time as a cover, like an unknown person acting suspiciously.However, no one noticed him, and after a while, Bai Qianwan arrived at the warehouse door.

Compared with the night, the warehouse during the day is more dirty and old, the doorknobs and chains are stained with rust, and iron slag fragments will fall off with a slight touch.There was dust all over the threshold, and it was evident that no one had entered at all for a long time.

After hesitating at the door for a while, several young boys with basketballs in their hands wiped their sweat and approached. In front of the warehouse was the sports equipment room, and the figures of the boys disappeared inside.

"The balls are all broken."

"This, take this."

Conversations like that.

The only boy who didn't go in was twirling the ball with his index finger on the side of the road, skillfully and handsomely.After noticing Bai Qianwan's piercing eyes in the distance, the boy also walked over.

He glanced at Bai Qianwan's camera: "Are you here for an interview?"

"Hmm." Although he didn't know what interview he was talking about, Bai Qianwan still nodded in agreement.

"Take a picture of me?" the boy flicked his bangs.

Bai Qianwan raised the camera and clicked.

"How do you send it to me?" the boy said, "Add a WeChat." After speaking, he ran to get his phone again.

After exchanging contact information, the boy slapped the ball and led him around.It seems that he is a familiar kid, and he started complaining about his physics grades within a few minutes of knowing each other.

"Hey, maybe I won't be able to pass the college entrance examination. There is a lot of pressure in key high schools."

"Don't be too nervous, there are still a few months before the college entrance examination."

In the distance, Xiaokang Wang is racing with students on the track.

"Have you heard of the supernatural incident in your school?" Bai Qianwan changed the topic to a new direction, "It's the 'witchcraft' incident."

"I've heard it." The boy's tone was very relaxed, "The first victim committed suicide by sticking an umbrella into his eye on the playground, and the second died in the music classroom, half of his neck was strangled with a sharp steel wire. , It was horrible when it was discovered, the third...how did the third one die?"

"I suffocated to death with my arm stuck in my throat." Bai Qianwan answered.

"That's right, that's right." The boy slapped his head, "Why are you asking this?"

"I'm going to write an article about urban legends recently, and this time I'm taking the opportunity of an interview, and I also want to come over for a field trip."

"Well, then I'll take you to the music classroom to have a look."

The boy was walking fast with the ball in his arms. The school building of the music classroom was located not far from the playground. After passing the school road, he could see a pointed building with snow-white tiles, and the melodious piano was blowing in the wind. It seems that some students are taking classical music appreciation courses.

The class bell rang suddenly.

Amidst the ringing of the bell and the sound of the piano, the boy said to himself: "Because a student died here inexplicably. Since then, people have often played the piano here at night. It is said to be Schubert's "Serenade". There is a resident student who is not afraid of death." I went to open the door of the music classroom at night, only to see a boy whose neck was about to break staring at him..."

A group of girls came out from the open classroom door, with ham-like calves under their white short skirts, jumping up and down the stairs.

"And then?" Bai Qianwan was a little distracted.

The boy stretched his neck to look around, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly: "Then——Yumo!"

Yumo?

The name is so familiar.

He glanced sideways, and a pair of white sausages approached him.

He quickly looked up the sausage's calf, and saw a pretty girl's face with an expression between embarrassment and shock.Song Yumo was held by her boyfriend, and stammered, "Bai...Mr. Bai?"

Bai Qianwan was also shocked: "It's you?"

The brothers and sisters of the Song family are really haunted.

"You two know each other?" The boy smiled, "What's going on?"

However, Song Yumo's answer made him more dizzy than meeting her.

She coughed and introduced solemnly, "This is my brother's boyfriend."