Chenglin Building, the main research room of the school is here, with a total of eight floors, but there are several small classrooms on the first and second floors of Chenglin Building, which is convenient for daily teaching. In Room 218 on the second floor, Jin Ling was sitting facing the window. The sun hit her round face, making her cheeks even more rosy. It's not hot in Xi'an in April, but the afternoon sun is a little dizzy. Drowsy, she held the pen on her cheek, half-squinted her eyes and looked forward lazily. The professor who gave the lecture was also tired and yawned.
There were a dozen or so people sitting in the small classroom. It wasn't because there were few people in the class, but many students didn't come. Just like Jin Ling's roommate Zhang Xiaomei, it was estimated that they went to the library again...
The afternoon sun leaped onto the windowsill, and it was intoxicating and intoxicating. Jin Ling liked this feeling, and a trace of sleepiness gradually spread out in this kind of laziness.
The professor's voice seemed to get farther and farther away and became more and more blurred. Jin Ling's half-squinted eyes closed little by little. After an unknown amount of time, the hand supporting her chin suddenly slipped. Jin Ling woke up abruptly and raised her hand. Rubbing her temples, Jin Ling inadvertently looked out the window. A gray-white figure crossed the window in front of her. Before she could understand what it was, the sound of a heavy object falling came into Jin Ling's ear.
After the campus was quiet for a moment, the girl's exclamation immediately spread: "Ah!! Someone jumped off the building!"
Jin Ling was startled, and subconsciously got up and looked out the window, but this look became Jin Ling's nightmare for countless nights in the future.
Dark red blood was spreading, and the dead man with his eyes opened was terrifying, but even so, Jin Ling still recognized that this man was her roommate who didn't come to class...
Speaking of which, it has been more than a month since then. For those who have nothing to do with Zhang Xiaomei, this is just a sigh of relief after school meals, and they live their lives as they should.
Qin Cheng has never been a warm-hearted person, and it has nothing to do with his own business. It is impossible for him to take a second look. In normal times, if he knew that Zhang Xiaomei was dead, he would just nod his head to show that he knew, but things are a little different now.
"I said, Qin Cheng, did you hurt your brain that day? Why have you been talking nonsense since you were discharged from the hospital?"
"I'd rather have something wrong with my brain." Qin Cheng closed his eyes and looked at the direction Wu Hai left just now, suddenly becoming irritable.
Too many things have happened recently. If it wasn't for the injury on his neck that night, or if Lin Hongxing was still lying in the hospital in Beijing at the moment, Qin Cheng would really wonder if he was crazy.
People are always afraid of the unknown, not to mention ghosts and gods...
Qin Cheng still cherished his life, and he didn't want to experience the fear that night again.
However, he had a hunch in his heart that if Wu Hai was left alone, he would only see his body tomorrow...
"Come with me." Looking at Zhang Jun, Tan Cheng said, "Wu Hai is afraid something will happen."
Tan Cheng's sudden sentence made Zhang Jun, who had some fluff in his heart, even more uncomfortable, "I said, could it be that you really saw Zhang Xiaomei?"
Knowing what Zhang Jun was struggling with, Qin Cheng didn't explain, turned around and walked towards Chenglin Building.
Seeing Qin Cheng leave, Zhang Jun's thoughts turned back and forth, and finally he gritted his teeth and ran behind Qin Cheng.
Qin Cheng probably knew what Zhang Jun was thinking. In the eyes of some people, Qin Cheng was probably the murderer who killed Jiang Bo and injured Lin Hongxing. Although Zhang Jun didn't say that because of his good relationship with him, at least he was in his heart. Still a bit grumpy. Especially in the middle of the night, he first said some 'abnormal' words, and then invited Zhang Jun to go to Chenglin Building, which was empty on the other side. Everyone will think in the bottom of their hearts whether this has ulterior motives, whether they will go crazy and cut themselves. Therefore, Qin Cheng didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhang Jun only following him from a distance.
Chenglin Building was not far away, and it took five minutes to walk there, but before Tan Cheng could carefully search for Wu Hai's trace, Zhang Jun, who was behind him, had already shouted, "Wu Hai!?"
"Where is Wu Hai?"
After shouting such a sentence, Zhang Jun immediately ran to Tan Cheng's side and pointed to the roof: "Where are you looking, your glasses are like an ornament!"
Looking in the direction of Zhang Jun's fingers, a vague figure on the roof was climbing the guardrail. Because of my short-sightedness, even with glasses, Qin Cheng couldn't see clearly, but he could still see a woman pushing him. As the man moved forward, Qin Cheng knew who they were without guessing...
There was a sudden chill in her heart, she was going to kill Wu Hai!
"Wu Hai! What are you doing crazy! Don't be impulsive!" Zhang Jun walked to the front of the building and kept lobbying loudly, but no matter what he said, Wu Hai on the top of the building didn't seem to hear at all and didn't respond at all.
"It's useless!" Tan Cheng looked at the two people on the roof, no, it should be said that they were one person and one ghost, "Wu Hai is probably under control."
"Up to now, you still said..." He wanted to say something else, but Zhang Jun accidentally glanced at the ground directly below Wu Hai, and fell silent... This is exactly where Zhang Xiaomei fell that day... He happened to be returning to school that day. , Although he didn't see Zhang Xiaomei's body, he also saw the pool of dark red blood.
He and Wu Hai knew each other well. They were in the same group when they were working in Ninghua Village, so Zhang Jun knew very well that Wu Hai didn't go back to school when he heard the news of Zhang Xiaomei's death. A trip to Zhang Xiaomei's hometown...
"Then, what should we do?"
"Rescue."
"How to help?"
"You stay here, I'll go up and have a look." After that, Qin Cheng turned around and ran to the stairs of the building.
In the middle of the night, the elevator in the school was already locked, and the only way to go is to take the stairs.
Hurrying up to the top of the eighth floor, Qin Cheng was out of breath, calmed his breath, and at the same time Qin Cheng clearly saw Zhang Xiaomei's stiff smile standing behind Wu Hai, and the pale arm pushing Wu Hai forward.