As soon as the bell rang, Chen Yang put the manuscript paper full of words in his English book and left his seat in a hurry. His figure passed by the window on the other side of the corridor so fast that it was a little blurry.
Wen Qing turned his head and watched Chen Yang disappear out the back door. He slowly spun the coin in his hand.
The coin spun rapidly on the wooden desk, round and round, as if it would never stop.
My deskmate was a female student, serving as the deputy class monitor. She was a well-educated lady from a wealthy family. She stared at it intently, exclaiming with her mouth half open: "It's amazing. Do you have any secrets? I can't even spin it."
"Persist." Wen Qing smiled.
"I can't see the flowers and numbers clearly." The deputy monitor had a melon-shaped face, big eyes, and was pretty. She didn't look at the birthmark on Wen Qing's forehead strangely, and she wasn't curious nor did she feel disgusted.
Wen Qing picked up the dancing coin with two fingers and placed it on her desk, casually touching it with his knuckles. The coin danced again.
The deputy monitor turned her head left and right. Her waist-length ponytail was pressed between her back and the chair. A few strands of hair were caught in it, causing pain on her scalp. She pulled the long ponytail out.
The long ponytail swept through the air and landed on the table in the back seat.
Lin Chengye was organizing his textbooks. He looked at the black hair and stretched out his chubby white hand as if to pluck it away.
"Student Lin, would you like to join us?" The young intellectual in front suddenly turned his head back.
Lin Chengye's hand shrank: "What?"
"Come downstairs and move around. It's a good way to combine work and rest." Wen Qing glanced at Lin Chengye with a smile, then turned to face his deskmate, "Student Bai, how about you?"
"Okay." Bai Tang put the pen cap on.
Wen Qing didn't go out from the back door. He went to the front door. When he passed the second row, he patted the man lying on the table. Oh, no, a boy.
Jin Xiao just lay there without moving.
The hipster pulled the curly hair on the back of his head. The humanoid weapon's hair was very soft, and it was obviously golden. No one knew what problem he had to have to dye it black.
Wen Qing was distracted for a moment and subconsciously pulled the hair between his fingers. Jin Xiao, who was lying on the ground, raised one arm and clamped his wrist accurately.
"Qingqing, I told you not to touch me when I'm sleeping. Once the knife is cut, it cannot be retracted and blood will be drawn." Jin Xiao frowned, his voice full of the warning and severity of an elder.
"I'm just an ordinary freshman in high school. Why do you want to scare me?" Wen Qing touched his carotid artery.
Jin Xiaochang let go of his hand, pinched his nose bridge with two fingers, and his brows were full of fatigue.
Wen Qing lay down, holding his chin with his hands and looking at him: "What's the matter, Old Jin? It's been less than half a day since I came here. It's not like it's been several months. Why are you so sleepy?"
Jin Xiaochang: "I haven't had a good night's sleep in this period of time."
"It's not easy to be a doctor." Wen Qing sighed in admiration, "Let me first say thank you to you on behalf of my neighbor. If you can return his boyfriend to him during the Chinese New Year this year, I will give you a thumbs up."
The tall and handsome Jin Xiaochu stood up and blocked the light in front of Wen Qing. Wen Qing was shrouded in shadow. He looked up at Jin Xiaochang and asked with a sour question: "Why did you develop so well in your first year of high school?"
Jin Xiao raised his eyebrows: "Have you seen it? Do you know that I am well developed? Imagine?"
"Haha, I'm going to find my brother Yang and tell him that you are a hooligan! Just wait!" Wen Qing turned around and left.
The other taskers in the class had been paying attention to their teammates' movements. When they saw that the experienced old taskers had all gone out, they hesitated for a while and then left the classroom as well.
After the taskers left, there were only sixteen students left in the class, and they were still chattering, laughing and playing.
The outside world and the classroom are like two different worlds, cold and gloomy.
Wen Qing and Jin Xiaochang walked in the front, followed by Bai Tang and the Qian brothers. The remaining dozen or so people were crowded at the tail of the team.
"Mr. Chen?" Qian Han's voice echoed in the dimly lit corridor. "He's not here." He whispered cautiously, "I thought Wang Yang was dead... died on the way downstairs... It seems that he is not dead. Where did Mr. Chen go to find him? Is he in danger?"
The hipster wrapped up the half-peeled chewing gum, ran down the stairs, and when there were still three or five steps left, he jumped down.
There was a hint of surprise in Bai Tang's eyes. Wen Qing had a very strong histrionic personality. His words and actions were very exaggerated in order to attract other people's attention and enjoy the feeling of being noticed. He had no team spirit and was too arbitrary and unrestrained. He was not doing his mission at all, he was just acting and watching a show. Such a person would even use his own life as a prop in a performance, and yet he would worry about the safety of his teammates
"Professor, are you going down too?"
When Bai Tang heard the voice of his student, he came back to his senses and said "hmm" softly.
"The break time during evening self-study is very short. We don't know where Mr. Chen is. If he is far away from the teaching building, we won't be able to get back before the class bell rings if we go looking for him..."
"You can stay in the classroom." Bai Tang walked downstairs. When he was young, he was slimmer and more bookish, like a gentleman like jade.
The best friends couldn't make up their minds.
"Lingling, do you want to go?" the girl with big earrings asked her best friend.
Wu Lingling tugged at the dark brown wig on her head and said, "I don't know. You saw it during the morning exercises. We couldn't run fast during the race, and we didn't have boyfriends to carry us on their shoulders."
"But if we don't go, then we can only stay here. According to the nature of horror movies, those who are separated from the team..." Wu Lingling rubbed the goose bumps on her arms, "Dayu, don't ask me, you make the decision, I'll listen to you."
Huang Yu closed his eyes and opened them again, gritting his teeth and said, "Follow the main group. The teaching building is very gloomy. I always feel that the class is full of ghosts."
Wu Lingling covered her mouth and asked the others: "What about you?"
“Let’s not go…” Zeng Jin’s face turned pale.
However, he went anyway, because he said "no" just to test the waters, and when he found that no one agreed with his decision, he left faster than anyone else.
Chen Yang did not go to any corner of the school. He was outside the cafeteria.
Wen Qing ran up behind him and jumped onto his back: "Ayang, why are you running so fast? You scared me to death. I was planning to go to the pond to look for you."
"There is a pond in the school?" Chen Yang was not used to being approached by anyone other than Chao Jian, so he pulled down the literary youth who was hanging on him.
"Yes." Wen Qing pointed at the head of the school, Jin Xiao, and said, "When you and the class teacher went to the dormitory building, I walked around with Lao Jin. Oh, it's not important." He changed the direction of the coin between his fingers and pointed it at the figure at the entrance of the cafeteria. "What's going on? Performance art?"
At the same time, several deafening screams came from behind.
"ah!"
“Ahhhhhhh!!!!!”
The team that followed was in great chaos. They did not see how Xiao Zhang died. This was the first time they saw a dead body.
Actually, it wasn't bloody. Wang Yang wasn't being chopped off, nor was he being beheaded or having his internal organs taken out. He was just standing there. It's just that his standing posture was very strange.
How weird it was, his body was broken in half.
It was as if the lower body was fixed, and the upper body was like a spinning pen, rotating on the spot, twisted into a twist, and then broke with a snap.
"Who has a cell phone? Take a picture of the body." Chen Yang's calm voice seemed out of place amid the screams, but it also gave people a sense of reassurance.
The chaos in the team has stagnated.
"I brought it. Let me do it." Wen Qing volunteered to take out his cell phone, turned it on, and pointed the flashlight at the face of the corpse.
Chen Yang used the light to examine the corpse's face: "It's very strange, his expression is not only fear, but also surprise."
"What are you surprised about?" Wen Qing asked in a supporting role.
Chen Yang followed this line of thought and said, "The evil ghost is someone he knows."
The hipster opened his mouth and said, "Oh wow."
Chen Yang narrowed his eyes: "This is unreasonable."
Wen Qing: “It’s unreasonable.”
Chen Yang turned to look at Wen Qing helplessly, and Wen Qing motioned for him to continue.
"During the evening study session, except for the class teacher, all other students were in the classroom. But Xiao Zhang's death removed the class teacher's suspicion. Our current clue is the 'you' in the task prompt, that is, the owner of table number 06." Chen Yangjing calmed down and sorted out the clues. "But he is not in the class. Xiao Zhang has never seen him, so he shouldn't know him."
Hipster: “Yeah, yes.”
Chen Yang nibbled the corner of his mouth, thinking that there was some crucial mystery that had not been solved.
Bai Tang, who was standing a little behind, suddenly spoke up. His voice was clear and sharp, like a bucket of mountain spring water splashing over: "Mr. Chen, look at the shoes of the deceased."
Chen Yang squatted down and grabbed one of the corpse's feet. The sole of the shoe was clean and his expression was slightly frozen.
There was a large pool of water under the stairs leading to the cafeteria, and everyone would step on it when they came over, but there was no trace of water on the soles of the corpse's shoes.
This is irrational. When people are running away in a hurry, how can they still pay attention to the road under their feet
"He didn't die here, he died somewhere else, and the ghost put him here on purpose." Chen Yang said as he put down the corpse's feet.
"Why put it here?" Wen Qing continued to act as the supporting actor.
"The cafeteria." Bai Tang said.
"What kind of hint is this?" Qian Han felt that the answer was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say it. He was so anxious that he scratched his head, "Isn't the cafeteria the place where you get food?"
Qian Qin repeated two words from his brother's words: "Get food." He straightened his brother's messy hair and said, "Xiao Han, do you still remember Wang Juan vomiting?"
"I remember, it happened before evening self-study." Qian Han said, "What does her vomiting have to do with the cafeteria?"
After he said this, he felt as if the answer on his lips was starting to drive him crazy, as if it was silently shouting, "Come on, come on, tell me, why haven't you said it yet? I'm getting impatient waiting!"
Qian Qin saw that Chen Yang was about to give an answer, he shook his head and patiently guided his brother: "You think Wang Juan is dead."
"Yes, her breathing is very weak, she may die at any time, there is no way to save her." Qian Han said, "Brother, I remember you said that indigestion will not cause severe cramps in the limbs, pupil constriction, and whole body shaking with pain. Could she be..."
"Poisoned." Wen Qing said.
Qian Han finally sorted out the mess of information, but he was beaten to it. He was so angry that he swallowed the answer on the tip of his tongue, glared at Wen Qing with his round eyes, and shrank back to his brother. He was still afraid of Wen Qing, a mad genius who did not play by the rules.
Wen Qing put his arm around Jin Xiaochang's shoulders and smiled, "The tiny clues are starting to connect little by little."
"If it was students who got food poisoning, there would be an announcement, right?" Chen Yang glanced at the dark cafeteria. "Are there any clues on the school's bulletin board?"
"I checked with my brother and found nothing," said Qian Han.
"We looked for it too." Huang Yu raised his hand generously, "Are you sure?"
The light that had appeared in front of us disappeared again, and the depressing atmosphere returned, and everyone remained silent.
"Check Wang Juan." Chen Yang stepped on the puddles and went up the stairs. "She is the only one who has symptoms that may be linked to the information from the cafeteria." Poisoning is not necessarily food poisoning, so we need to verify it. Only after verification can we move forward.
Qian Han took the initiative and said, "Let me do it. She likes me and I am easy to get close to."
Chen Yang looked at his teammates: "Who is behind Wang Juan?"
No one spoke.
Huang Yu pulled Wu Lingling's hand, and Wu Lingling mustered up the courage to stand up: "Me."
"Find enough time. Qian Han will lead Wang Juan to the corridor and go downstairs if possible." Chen Yang looked at Wu Lingling's best friend. "Huang Yu, you sit in her seat and pretend to chat with Wu Lingling. Take the opportunity to search her desk pockets."
Qian Han and Huang Yu said in unison: "No problem!"
Wen Qing touched Jin Xiaochang and said, "See? It's not me who's falling behind, it's me who's being caught up."
Jin Xiaochang said: "Surpass him."
"I'm not waiting for my boyfriend at the finish line." Wen Qing had no interest in speeding up. "It's boring. I don't want to overtake. I don't care."
Jin Xiaochang took his arm away: "So you can never unbind your ID number."
"Wow, did I know some shocking secret?" Wen Qing covered his mouth, "You won't kill me to silence me, will you?"
Jin Xiao curled his thin lips, which showed the bloody mystery of the dark castle, as well as the gorgeous clothes, horses and boundless romance.
The young man sighed, "beauty." Unfortunately, I don't love beauties, nor do I love the country. I love the world.
Why unbind the ID number? That's so boring. A peaceful life will kill him. He wants to linger in the underworld until the end of the world.
On the way back to the classroom, Chen Yang asked Yang Xue, who was only separated from Wang Yang by an aisle, and his two back seats.
The three of them were not in good condition, especially Yang Xue and Xiao Hui, who were staggering when they walked.
Chen Yang used his utmost patience to provide them with psychological counseling. Except for Wen Qing and Jin Xiaochang who knew the truth, no one could tell that he was being tortured by the word love and that his world had withered.
I just ended my first love of more than 20 years and now we are in a long-distance relationship. I feel bitter because I haven't contacted my partner for a long time. I have to come here to complete the task. What can I do? Find clues and go home.
Chen Yang learned about Wang Yang's experience from Yang Xue and the other two. Before running out of the classroom, his hair seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and his head was lifted up as well, as if he was asked to leave his seat.
What's more, all the contents of Wang Yang's English book were gone, except for the task prompt, which was written in large, eye-catching, bright red handwriting.
Yang Xue on the other side of the aisle could see it, and his deskmate must be able to see it more clearly, but the other party just acted as if he didn't see it and was doing his own thing.
Chen Yang was not surprised at this. He recalled the process of testing Zhong Qi, and Zhong Qi behaved very normally. Too normal, which made him look like he was trying to cover up something.
The numbered clues pointed out that someone was missing from the class, but no one was able to pry open any student's mouth to dig out the information.
Chen Yang's eyelids suddenly felt cold and he wiped them in a daze.
“Oh shit… It’s snowing…” Shocked voices were heard in the team.
“It’s snowing!”
“It’s really snowing!!!”
Everyone looked up and saw the snowflakes falling, stunned.
Chen Yang looked at the date displayed on his phone. It was still evening self-study time. It was only January, and more than a month had passed without him noticing.
This is the true time that flies by like an arrow, and time passes silently.
"It's so cold." Wen Qing put his hands into the sleeves of his school uniform, "I hate winter the most. It's so annoying."
Chen Yang looked at the white air coming out of his mouth and his face twitched several times. The seasons changed too quickly: "I don't like winter either, just bear with it."
"By the way," Chen Yang remembered something he had missed, "Will it be considered a death penalty if I'm caught bringing a cell phone to school?"
"… Forget it." Professor Bai said.
The footsteps moving forward in the snow stopped.
Chen Yang shuddered. Just to be on the safe side, he decided to find a place to hide his phone. He already knew that the time and date were jumping.
It was snowing heavily. The sixteen students were lying in the corridor watching the snow, excitement and surprise written all over their youthful faces.
Chen Yang came back from hiding his phone, his hands and feet were cold. He shook off the snow in his hair and suddenly came up with an idea: "I have an experiment to do, who can cooperate with me?"
“Me, me, me!” Wen Qing waved his hands vigorously. “Look at me, look at me!” He pretended to be sad. “Ayang, do you still need to ask others for this kind of thing? I’m always ready.”
"I won't ask next time. I'll come to you directly." Chen Yang told Wen Qing about his experiment.
"That's it? Can't it be more exciting?" Wen Qing complained, "This is our first real collaboration, so it has to be grand and spectacular."
"Absolutely not necessary." Chen Yang said.
Wen Qing was pissed. This guy was finally going to act against him, but the result was still so… No! Good! Fun!
Chen Yang ignored Wen Qing's resentful look. He found that Jin Xiaochang had no intention of interrogating him and seemed to trust him. Of course, he definitely didn't trust him.
"Ayang, I still think we need to discuss this further." Wen Qing was not giving up. "That hint is the highlight moment, can you give it to me?"
Chen Yang had a headache: "Take it, take it."
"Thank you!" Wen Qing was satisfied.
Soon, Chen Yang and those students were lying together, with Wen Qing next to him. They were talking about the upcoming final exams and how to plan for the winter vacation in a voice that could be heard throughout the corridor.
Wen Qing stretched his arms out to the corridor, caught the snowflakes with both hands, and squeezed them off one by one: "Just eat, drink, poop, urinate and sleep."
Chen Yang asked, "Aren't you going to take the class?"
"What class do you want to sign up for?" Wen Qing glanced at him arrogantly, "Do I still need to sign up for a class?"
Chen Yang rolled his eyes: "Your academic bias is much more serious than mine."
"So, I'm like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water." Wen Qing laughed, "Taking a class is a waste of life, I might as well use the money to buy fried chicken legs." He laughed. "To be honest, taking a class is useless. If you have this plan, I advise you to forget it."
The young man patted his chest with a playful smile: "Oh, I should have said it in private just now. I hope no one will tell the teacher. I'm so afraid that he will spit at me and point at me and scold me. If you don't learn, don't delay others!"
I specially learned the demeanor of my head teacher when speaking the last sentence.
The noise in the corridor disappeared instantly, and the atmosphere fell into an eerie and cold silence.
The sixteen students remained lying motionless, and the entire scene seemed to be paused, returning to normal after an instant.
Chen Yang took a breath of cold air. It turned out that everyone in this class was hiding something. They didn't say a word about it, as if it was a taboo.
Snow was flying down the corridor. Most of the students were talking to each other enthusiastically, while a few returned to the classroom. The bell never rang.
Qian Han walked up to Wang Juan and patted her shoulder.
Wang Juan and Qian Han walked aside amid the ambiguous cheers of her classmates, and she suddenly looked towards the corridor on the left.
Qian Han smiled and asked her, "What are you looking at?"
"My friend." Wang Juan pursed her lips as if she was angry at a figure.
However, in Qian Han's eyes, there was no ghost on the left corridor. He almost couldn't hold the smile on his face: "Oh."