you are scary

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"When we met in the piano room, I just thought about it," the piano teacher said, "'very familiar', I don't know if you can understand. A thought that pops up when you meet someone."

"Yes," Bai Qianwan placed an order on the electronic menu. Although she was absent-minded and obviously meant something other than Bai Qianwan, he had the same experience when she said, "Just now, I When I revisited the old school, I remembered a lot of things. I also felt the same way when I met my former classmates, the old people from a long time ago..."

"It would be great if time can go back to the past," the piano teacher suddenly covered his mouth and smiled, "Sorry, it seems to be off topic. Are you a student of class 2132?"

"Yes, the teacher has a really good memory."

"I also taught the music appreciation class in your class. You must have chosen this class. Because there are very few boys, and...that incident, I left an impression of you." The piano teacher said, "At that time, the number of boys in the class could be counted on one hand, except for Wan Jiu who passed away later, it was you, and there was a tall boy."

Wan Jiu, that is, the boy who died in the music classroom.The decapitated ghost.

The piano teacher fell into the memory: "Wan Jiu is a very talented student. He is very good at the piano. He often comes to the piano room to practice four-finger playing with me after class and after school. I am also very familiar with Wan Jiu. Therefore, he I was also questioned about him by the police after his death."

"How did Wan Jiu die?" Bai Qianwan asked.

"He hanged himself with steel wires in the piano classroom. It happened that the music classroom replaced the chandelier at that time, and a stepladder was placed in the room. Using such climbing tools, he hung circles of steel wires on the high chandelier—during the Countless steel wires broke, so he actually died by cutting the trachea and arteries by the steel wires. In the end, because all the steel wires were broken, his body was also thrown to the ground. When he was found, there were many steel wires scattered on his body." Piano teacher She stated in a calm tone, her testimony was very detailed, perhaps she herself was the first person to discover the body.

Bai Qianwan did not answer immediately.The piano teacher continued: "The time is the night of September 2133, 9. Later, this incident was classified as suicide, and it seemed to be the case on the surface, but I know that Wan Jiu must not have committed suicide. I don’t know about the deaths of the two students, but when the police found me, I told them that Wan Jiu must not have committed suicide, and I still insist on this view nine years later.”

She looked up from the coffee cup with firm eyes, as if all these years of questions had been supported by something solid and powerful.

"Why?" Bai Qianwan asked.

"I have an agreement with Wanjiu," the piano teacher suddenly lost her eyesight, and her shoulders collapsed, "Just the day before his death, I made an agreement with him. I once wondered if it was someone else Knowing this agreement, why hinder him so that he chooses to commit suicide? Such thoughts were quickly dispelled by me, Wan Jiu is not such a cowardly man."

Her sudden intense emotion suddenly overwhelmed Bai Qianwan.He looked at him in bewilderment, and tears welled up in the eyes of the piano teacher, which were quickly wiped away by a tissue.She lowered her head: "I'm sorry. Although nine years have passed, when I think of these things, I can't let go."

"She's probably not married," said Xiaokang Wang, who came over at some point, touching his chin. "Let me guess, was Wan Jiu ever her lover? Such strong feelings can only be lovers or mother and child. What do you think?" Woolen cloth?"

How does he know such a thing...

It is reasonable to miss the piano teacher for a long time, but also because of this reason, Bai Qianwan can't make a judgment about her relationship with the deceased other than teacher and student.

Lovers, mother and son?

If it is a mother and child——

Wan Jiu's bruised facial features have nothing in common with the piano teacher.

The piano teacher can be called a beauty, and her figure, voice and face are also very young, but it is not impossible to say that she is in her 40s with such a well-maintained appearance.

But does the question matter?Even if the lover is dead for a long time, everything has disappeared, not to mention, this should have no real relationship with the case.

"I've always hoped that someone would listen to my heart, about Wan Jiu, and the unspeakable past." She breathed a long sigh of relief, "I really feel better. I have kept this matter in my heart for a long time. , is about to melt."

"About Wan Jiu, what impression do you have of the deceased?" Bai Qianwan asked again.

"These," the piano teacher sighed again, "the first one was also a boy. It is said that he committed suicide with an umbrella. He committed suicide because of the burden. His parents blamed themselves so much that even the school held several meetings to ask the parents of the students to reduce the mental pressure on the students. The school also greatly reduced the intensity of homework. Soon after, Wan Jiu passed away. "

"How many days have passed in the middle?"

"I don't remember," the piano teacher shook his head, his hair flowing like ink, "After Wan Jiu passed away, the classical music appreciation class was suspended for a while, and a third incident happened during this period. I don't know the specific time and circumstances. Don't know. I was resting at home at the time."

"Understood." Bai Qianwan said.

With the dishes, coffee, and drinks on the table, Bai Qianwan and the piano teacher fell into memories that they didn't know about each other.Only a bored blue ghost hovering between the tables.Xiaokang Wang saw another acquaintance, so he was suspended in mid-air, looking at that person across the air.

"What are you here for?" The piano teacher looked at his camera, "It's not a photographer, you don't look like a person who loves photography. You pick up and put down such an expensive camera so casually, and the way you take pictures is also very different. Very inexperienced. Wanjiu likes photography very much..."

Bai Qianwan said, "So the loophole is so obvious?"

He doesn't care too much about being exposed, and such flaws don't hurt much.Anyway, he learned most of the things he should hear from the piano teacher, and Bai Qianwan was already very satisfied with such unexpected cooperation.

The creamy ice cream dessert had already melted into milk, and Bai Qianwan gently pushed it away: "I want to know who the murderer is, this is the purpose of my trip."

The piano teacher was surprised: "... who are you?"

"Have you heard my name?" He looked into the puzzled eyes of the piano teacher, "If it's what you said, you've seen me in a classical music appreciation class. My name is Bai Qianwan, and I have been with Wan Jiu, The other deceased belonged to the 'Society for Paranormal Events'."

"It's you?!" The piano teacher stood up suddenly, accidentally knocked over the orange juice with her fingers, and the bright orange liquid splashed down from her waist.

Bai Qianwan didn't intend to hide his identity from the beginning. Although he also guessed the possibility of a violent response and was mentally prepared, when this happened, he was suddenly frightened by the sharp voice of the piano teacher. jumped.

Even the violin waiter in the restaurant paused for a few seconds, not to mention the other diners who were similarly frightened, and surprised eyes came from all directions.

The piano teacher blushed, her pale lips trembled a few times, and she sat down again abruptly.With her head lowered, she wiped her skirt with a tissue, her fingers trembling, and her voice was very low: "So it was you... At that time, they said, you killed them."

Bai Qianwan was just silent, and he really wanted to answer "It's not me", but in the absence of memory support, he didn't have the confidence to say this kind of confession.He originally wanted to draw relevant conclusions through the piano teacher, but she didn't seem to know either.

"I heard that you were violently inflicted by angry students, and you even left school because of it," the piano teacher put down the tissue and said in a daze, "You don't know, as a chain reaction of this incident, another violent incident occurred later... It ended with the expulsion of that student, and the school finally calmed down."

He was startled: "Violence?"

"At that time, there was a student complaining for you," she said, "He said you were not a murderer. Amidst the foul language of 'insulting a murderer', it was like waving a flag on an isolated island in the sea. He was also very powerless. Like those campus bullies he despises, he punched them. I don’t know where he went after that, maybe he can only study in another school.”

Does such a person exist?

Bai Qianwan opened his eyes involuntarily: "Who is he?"

"I don't remember the name," she shook her head. "About a few months later, some people gradually began to think that the speculation of 'Bai Qianwan is the murderer' was nonsense and lacked evidence, but you, as the person involved, have left school long ago Yes. The school also took this as a warning and strengthened the management of students, especially the attention to campus bullying, which is probably the only positive incident among these messy incidents.”

During the long silence, the piano teacher was as confused as if he was drunk.

Bai Qianwan was immersed in the shock brought by the unknown person in her mouth and the fear of being asked the question "Are you a murderer?"In essence, what he just said "I want to know who the murderer is" is an opportunistic statement.

"That's all I know." The piano teacher stood up wearily, and slapped the note with the contact information on the table. "If you find the murderer, please tell me."

"Thank you very much for the information."

"Goodbye by fate."

The piano teacher left in a hurry.

After receiving the note, Bai Qianwan meditated on the spot.Xiaokang Wang came from a distance like a gust of wind, whispering a foul smelling whisper in his ear: "Guess who I saw just now? Song Nongmo is on a blind date!"

Bai Qianwan followed Xiaokang Wang's blue fingers to see that there was an elegant seat not far away, Song Nongmo was facing him sideways, talking with a young man.