you are scary

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"Uh?"

He and Song Nongmo belonged to a pure high school classmate, a criminal policeman, and a suspect. They were definitely not boyfriends. Even if they had an affair in the previous life, it didn't mean that they would continue their relationship in this life.

Bai Qianwan quickly said, "Well, let me explain..."

"Where did brother go last night?" Song Yumo blinked her eyes with big double eyelids like a mixed race, and interrupted him with fast and rapid sentences, "He came to my parent meeting last night after drinking too much , I ran away halfway, and the next day the head teacher asked me what was going on, but I couldn't answer, and I couldn't get through to him on the phone."

"Last night?" Bai Qianwan thought and thought, but still told the truth, "He just got drunk and went to rest at my place. But we don't have that kind of relationship."

"Oh—" Song Yumo and her little boyfriend Qiqi responded meaningfully.

"It's just sleeping, don't think too much about it." An embarrassing blush floated on his face.

"We understand." The two waved their hands.

"..."

Why does it seem to be getting darker and darker?

"Do you still have a part-time job as a photographer?" The camera in Bai Qianwan's hand was followed by Song Yumo again, "Sister-in-law is working hard."

"Don't call me that," Bai Qianwan's eyeballs began to operate on their own again, scrambling up and down, trying to escape the embarrassing situation of being teased by the children at the moment, "...part-time job is because life is not easy."

"Did you come here for an interview today?" Song Yumo continued to speculate, "I heard that the investor was a graduate a few years ago, and he is only 26 years old this year."

"Oh, what did you just say?" The little boyfriend suddenly realized, "The student who saw the ghost of the deceased was so frightened that he fell down and was injured. He was hospitalized for a long time, and then he transferred to another school and refused to come back."

After he said this, Bai Qianwan's thoughts quickly returned to the case.The building with white embossed bricks is like a cone of creamy ice cream, and the non-stop piano music makes this sun-bathed building more mysterious and moving.A different kind of interest climbed to the tip of his heart.

However, he was looking at the music classroom, and Song Yumo was watching his eyes from the left. Could there be anything else in his eyes besides the cream of the music classroom?The two siblings were, in a certain way, quite alike.

Especially when Bai Qianwan asked to enter the classroom to take pictures of the two of them, Song Yumo was obviously suspicious. She didn't have the natural look of her brother, so her answer seemed deliberate: "Of course, but you can't send it." Show it to my brother, he doesn't know that I'm in a relationship. But, didn't you come here for an interview?"

The little boyfriend explained it to him: "You talk a lot. Brother Bai is going to write an article about supernatural events. This time, I also want to visit the site of the legendary 'Midnight's Sound of the Piano'."

"Okay." Song Yumo pouted displeasedly, and fought with her boyfriend for a while.

The stairs leading to the door of the music classroom have forty or fifty steps, and many playful girls ran past them all the way up.Classical music appreciation is an elective course. Most of the students who choose it are girls. It is said that the deceased who died here was one of the few boys who chose classical music appreciation. After his death, more boys avoided it Unfortunately, this course was once reduced to the point where no one chose it, so that it could only be suspended and closed.

However, after nine years, these mysterious incidents are no longer cared by the students, especially after the abolition of the dormitory system, the students in the No. Ghost.

The door of the music classroom is painted in a low-saturation green color, which matches the white exterior wall without being inconspicuous. From the half-open door, you can see the interior clearly. There are eight rows of stepped seats on the left side of the classroom. On the right is a projection screen, a podium, and in the middle is a lacquered black piano, with a lady playing the piano with her head bowed.

However, this is what Song Yumo and her boyfriend saw.

With Bai Qianwan's eyes, what he saw was another scene.In fact, the situation is similar to the situation just now, except that there is one more ghost.When the piano teacher played the piano, the ghost sat on her right side. Since his neck was about to be broken, one hand was used to support his head and the other hand was placed on his knee. With the ups and downs of the piano sound, his fingers also Jumping on his knees like playing a piano.If you look carefully, his purple lips are also opening and closing, maybe he is humming something.

"Stand here."

"Here..."

"You are taller than me, you should sit down."

Song Nongmo and her boyfriend are discussing where to take a group photo.Holding the camera, Bai Qianwan quietly stared at the ghost beside the piano teacher. As the rumors said, his neck was almost broken, and across his neck was a purple-black wound under the Adam's apple. The suture thread carefully repaired the broken part, and it can be seen that there is pink muscle inside where the thread meets the skin, like the color of fish gills.It might be because the larynx was not completely broken, so he let go of his hand. Although the head was not tilted to the point of chest, it still looked precarious, as if the intact layer of skin on the back of the neck would break off at any time.

Maybe it was because of the strong gaze from the strange man, the lady who was still concentrating on playing the piano after class suddenly stopped her fingers and looked towards Bai Qianwan.The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Not only the piano teacher, but even the decapitated ghost beside her cast similar puzzled eyes.

Originally, he was just staring at the ghost, but now he was misunderstood as the female piano teacher at the end of his gaze, which is not rude.Bai Qianwan couldn't find a reasonable excuse, so he smiled at her.

Bai Qianwan has fair and delicate skin, and he is a bit shy when he smiles.The piano teacher didn't treat him as a perverted man with ulterior motives, and smiled friendlyly, and continued playing the piano.

The piano teacher looked to be in his thirties, with long hair that seemed to be splashed with ink, hanging down softly around his waist, giving people an impression of incomparable elegance.Although she was not very beautiful, Bai Qianwan had never seen such an elegant lady.If it weren't for the horrific young ghost beside her staring at him intently, Bai Qianwan would probably have interrupted the teacher's playing and asked if he could take a photo for her.

Holding his head, the ghost quietly approached him.

Bai Qianwan pretended not to see it, and just took a photo of Song Yumo and her boyfriend in the lecture theater as usual.

"Okay! Sister-in-law, show me the picture, wow, it looks good."

"Of course, you are a beautiful woman," the boyfriend praised as if rubbing honey on his lips, but suddenly his expression changed and he shivered, "It's so cold."

"Maybe the heating is not enough." Song Yumo said casually.

No, it's because the decapitated ghost was standing next to your boyfriend just now...

Bai Qianwan explained silently in his heart.

The decapitated ghost's Youyou gaze had substance, even though he didn't look directly at him, that gaze still made Bai Qianwan uncomfortable.

The class bell rang.The little boyfriend slipped away from the classroom with the basketball in his arms, and Song Yumo also returned to the seat on the ladder. Before that, the two said goodbye to Bai Qianwan enthusiastically. One called him Brother Bai, and the other called sister-in-law, just embarrassing him Got goosebumps all over.

The decapitated ghost saw him off at the door, and when Bai Qianwan left the classroom, his resentful eyes followed him everywhere.

Assuming that Bai Qianwan himself was the student who was considered the murderer back then, then he was a member of the "Supernatural Events Club" back then, and this decapitated ghost must have known him.

Bai Qianwan returned to the playground.

In the scorching sun, few ghosts are willing to wander in this dazzling sunlight, except for King Xiaokang.The sun in winter was rarely so fierce, and he even felt a little hot in the sun.Xiaokang Wang's blue naked body was running, surrounded by a group of boys who were whipped onto the track by the physical education teacher like ducks.

Will the same vitality and joy be infected with children?

"Aren't you going to interview? He's here!"

On the runway, the little boyfriend ran past Bai Qianwan, leaving a word like the wind.

Who is he?

The investors just mentioned?

No matter what, you still have to put on a show.

Passing the orange-yellow brick road and walking towards the gate, the blue sky and the rich golden light spread out in front of the road. Bai Qianwan's heart was also melted. It was rare for him to have such a leisurely opportunity to go out for a walk, and his mood was fluctuating. like clouds floating in the sky.

Downstairs of the teaching building in the distance, a car was surrounded by groups. Tall men who looked like bodyguards surrounded a thin man and walked out of the car. It was hard to see his face from such a distance. He was probably a legendary investor. , may be a businessman who intends to establish some kind of foundation or library teaching building for the school.

The spotlight flashed, and the man surrounded by vehicles with the TV station logo of City B, reporters, and school leaders and teachers quickly disappeared at the door of the teaching building. Bai Qianwan, who was disguised as a photographer, did not take a single photo.He didn't regret it, he just wandered around the playground again, the door of the sports warehouse was locked tightly, no matter how he looked at it, he had no chance to open it.

However, just meditating in front of the warehouse like a meditation, a few fragments of high school memories can intermittently emerge from the depths of memory.The smell of leather scorched by high temperature loomed... This time, what he encountered was the memory of another scene.

The young Song Nongmo was already tall, judging from the difference in perspective, the height difference between him and Song Nongmo was at least ten centimeters at that time.Raising his eyes slightly, Bai Qianwan saw Song Nongmo's sweat-soaked temples and dark, upturned eyes.

It was probably in physical education class, and there were many shirtless young boys swaying around, some of them turned up the hem of their clothes to fan the wind, like an old man in a summer park.After a while, Song Nongmo also took off his shirt, and his sweaty and muscular body dangled in front of Bai Qianwan. When he turned the angle of view, it turned out that there was a big fan blowing beside Bai Qianwan.

"Has your father come back?" Song Nongmo asked him.

"No."

"It's missing."

"Maybe."

"Are you going to have dinner together tonight?"

"Okay... don't eat grilled fish."

The warehouse door slammed, and a few laughing boys walked out, with familiar and unfamiliar faces.Song Nongmo called them a few times: "Li Jue'ai! Playing ball?"

"Hit! I'll call Ikki."

"Okay," Song Nongmo threw the clothes on the cabinet, "I'm going to play golf, you wait for me here."

"Understood, don't fight with others."

"Don't hit me, baby."

After pinching Bai Qianwan's face, Song Nongmo ran into the basketball court in a hurry.The scorching sun was in the sky, and the scorching air seeped into his skin, and his face was also burning hot.

……

It turns out that "baby" is a title from high school.

No wonder Song Nongmo still remembered to send him birthday wishes. They are not familiar at all, they have already reached the point of pinching their faces. Bai Qianwan can't think of anyone around him who can have such a good relationship with him.

Crouching in front of the warehouse, the pensive Bai Qianwan was caught by Song Yumo's boyfriend again.

"Brother, what are you doing squatting here?"

"I can't write the article." Bai Qianwan used a ready-made excuse, although he was thinking of something else.

"why?"

"The third deceased, I don't know where he died. Under such circumstances, it is difficult to complete a summary of the supernatural events in No. [-] Middle School in City B."

"This? I don't know either. Let me ask someone else to tell you. I'll send you a WeChat message when the time comes."

"Okay, thank you. I'll treat you and Yumo to dinner another day."

The little boyfriend agreed with all his mouth, and after talking about the individual, he rejoined the running army.The students were high-spirited, laughing and laughing, and the winter sun also shone on Bai Qianwan, adding a little bit of motivation to him.After wandering around the music classroom for a long time, the school bell finally rang, but the melodious piano sound refused to stop.It was not until the students on the school road and on the playground were scattered that the lady in a white and nude dress came lightly. She had a huge beige cloth bag on her shoulder, and her long hair was flying behind her. The whole person is almost the same as the image of a literary girl in Bai Qianwan's imagination.

When she was young, she must have been surrounded by boys of the same age and sought after, right?Thinking of this, Bai Qianwan approached her.

"Excuse me," he said.

The piano teacher looked surprised.

"Can I invite the teacher to lunch?" Bai Qianwan said, "It's not that kind of meaning... I just want to ask you something."

The piano teacher looked at him quietly and asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"

"About the 'Witchcraft Case' nine years ago."

She lowered her head and picked the strap of the cloth bag with her slender fingers: "Are you a reporter?"

Before Bai Qianwan could answer, she suddenly raised her head, eyes full of surprise: "No, you are a student from back then, right?"