The shadows I could see were getting clearer and clearer.
There were several people lying on the window, their faces distorted, they were beating and pulling on the window glass, their mouths open, they must be shouting. Behind them, someone was swaying wildly, like a group of demons dancing wildly.
The skin of those people was abnormally red, gradually turning into black, and it was like shedding skin, leaving behind gray bones. In the end, the bones turned into powder, fell rustling, and disappeared. By the window.
I didn't see the fire, but I saw a more terrifying death process.
"Hey, young man, what are you looking at?" The doorman walked out of the room and shouted to me from a distance.
I came to my senses and said, "Nothing." I glanced casually and saw rows of people standing behind the window, looking down at me. I was sure that they were looking at me. Although I didn't feel the biting cold gaze like Mrs. Wang, I could see their heads tilting slightly to varying degrees.
If possible, I wanted to go into that classroom and have a look, but the guard urged me again, so I could only say haha and get out of No. 18 Middle School.
At night, I had a dream.
The fireballs appeared again, no longer arrayed like students in a classroom, but surrounding me. I was so hot that I could only bear it.
"What do you want to do? How can I help you?" I asked.
To be honest, I was afraid that they would say they wanted Qin Yijuan to die. I'm not in a happy mood with these naughty kids. Fortunately, I have been working with the masses for several years and have the endurance to do so and will not directly rebuke them.
I planned how to guide the conversation so that they would give up blaming Qin Yijuan and find the real murderer.
The flames roared and burned the air.
The feeling of sweltering heat made me uneasy.
"Can you speak? Can you communicate with me? Give me some hints? I will help you. More than twenty years have passed. It's time for you to rest in peace. Staying like this in the world is not good for you or anyone else. Good thing." I persuaded patiently.
The words had no effect.
The fireball surrounded me and burned all night long. Without the anger and resentment last time, I could not clearly perceive their emotions. In other words, the emotions of each of the thirty-four of them were different. That's how it is. How can thirty-four people be the same? People are different, and ghosts are also different.
Things are so difficult that it makes me depressed.
When I got to work on Monday, I got even more depressing news.
Tao Hai's son went abroad, and Peng Dongyuan didn't want to care about Tao Hai's affairs. Tao Hai's death did not make the demolition of that house easier.
Guo Yujie and I faced each other and sighed together.
"How's it going over there?" I asked Chen Xiaoqiu.
Chen Xiaoqiu called me over to look at the screen. There was a table on the screen listing the possible leaders of the Gyeongju Manufacturing Bureau. Several of them had notes written at the end, indicating that they had already been contacted.
"Some people ignore us, and some people pretend to be dumbfounded." The thin man said angrily.
"Pretending to be stupid?" This answer was really beyond my expectation.
"No! As soon as we talked about Qingye, their expressions didn't look right, and they even said they didn't know him." The thin man gritted his teeth.
After Guo Yujie and I, the fat man also sighed, "The old leader may not be able to do anything this time."
"Have you approached the old leader?" Recently, because of my sister's incident, I have really neglected the work situation. The thin man and the others have approached the old leader, but I, the team leader, have no idea about it.
"Yeah. The old leader made a few calls and asked people to ask, but he still said he didn't know Qingye." The fat man spread his hands.
The old leader's face doesn't matter, so what's the background of Qingye
Chen Xiaoqiu looked at me thoughtfully and said, "Maybe it's not that Qingye has any background, but that these people are afraid of being related to Qingye."
I was stunned, "You mean..."
"A paranormal firm whose members have real abilities would be avoided by normal people, right?"
I thought about Qingye's no-holds-barred tactics. Although Ye Qing only threatened verbally, if he was really pressed, he would definitely not mind taking action. I have mixed feelings. Is it possible that Ye Qing also bewitched these people from the Qingzhou Manufacturing Bureau, or gave them the Three Corpses Brain Pill? No, no. The Three Corpses Brain Pill is the content of Jin Yong's martial arts novels. If Qingye wants to take action, he should make a cursed doll and let the devil haunt it.
My mind wanders.
"Brother Qi, what are you thinking about?" The thin man called me.
I shook my head, "It's nothing. Just do your job well. Then find a media to publish a report and look for Qingye's people."
In this way, the demolition office will complete the work conscientiously.
The three thin men were somewhat unwilling to do so. This is like playing a single-player game. After spending several hours, thinking that the plot is halfway through, who knows that a mission suddenly gets stuck and it is difficult to survive. Who can simply give up
Chen Xiaoqiu is the calmest on the surface, but I think she is the most stubborn and will definitely continue to investigate in private.
Two days later, my sister told me something.
Qin Yijuan retired early. The reason? Of course it's Ji Ying's thing.
My sister also had resentment towards Qin Yijuan. Like everyone else, she felt that Qin Yijuan had stimulated Ji Ying, otherwise Ji Ying should not have committed suicide so impulsively.
Even if Qin Yijuan really stimulated Ji Ying and Ji Ying really committed suicide, I don't think Qin Yijuan should be blamed for this. But, you can't say this to your sister. I'm afraid that after my sister accepts my point of view, she will talk about it to her classmates in school, which will arouse the anger of those ghosts.
Thinking of those thirty-four ghosts, I couldn't help but rub my forehead.
"By the way, that person is here." My sister suddenly said while holding the vegetables.
I raised my eyes suddenly, "Jiang Yongning?"
"Who?" My sister was stunned.
"That Qin Yijuan's student, as you said, came to the school to find Qin Yijuan." I remembered that my sister didn't know Jiang Yongning's name.
"Well, that's him."
"What is he doing in school? Is he making trouble again?" my mother asked worriedly.
"I don't know. I just heard from Teacher Liu that he came to see Teacher Qin again. Teacher Qin has retired. He couldn't find anyone. When he asked for the address, the school didn't give him the address, so they started to quarrel." My sister answered.
"Isn't that just making trouble?" My mother became even more worried.
"This teacher, too, has had two big accidents." My dad complained and was a little doubtful, "Can such a person be the dean of students?"
The younger sister snorted twice to express her support for her father.
I was as worried as my mother, but I was worried about another thing: Jiang Yongning went to school, would something happen again
That night, I fell asleep uneasily without dreaming, but I was woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night. The caller turned out to be Chen Xiaoqiu.
There was a trace of vibrato in Chen Xiaoqiu's voice, which was really rare, "Lin Qi, No. 18..."
"What's wrong? Something happened again in No. 18 Middle School?" I woke up immediately.
"Well, the teaching building of No. 18 Middle School was burned down."
"What?" I couldn't react.
"The entire teaching building was burned down!" Chen Xiaoqiu's trembling voice disappeared and his tone was heavy. Those words pressed on my heart.