The last time I saw Mr. Xiaolu up close was two hours ago.
At that time, the countdown in her eyes was three hours, seven minutes, and forty-two seconds, and now there was just over an hour left.
So after sitting quietly in the security booth for about two hours, Lu Xin walked out of the security booth, silently outside the school gate, finished smoking a cigarette, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it. He moved his body slightly and turned around.
He went straight to the classroom building.
The countdown is about to return to zero, and Mr. Xiaolu's executor is about to appear.
Of course, at this time, he must be by Mr. Xiaolu's side.
Even for myself today, it feels like being in the security booth is not much different from being by Mr. Xiaolu's side.
The teaching building was very quiet, and the children were arranged by Mr. Xiaolu to a dormitory on the first floor near the west auditorium, and told them not to come out no matter what they heard.
She herself stayed in the office on the third floor to the east.
It seems to be subconsciously keeping these little children the furthest away from themselves, and if something happens, it won't affect them.
If it weren't for the fact that Qinggang was under great pressure under the gaze of those eyes, chaos could appear at any time, and it would be even more unsafe to stay outside the primary school. Teacher Xiaolu might have already arranged for them to leave the school. .
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Lu Xin went upstairs quietly, came to the door of the office on the third floor, and knocked gently on the door.
No one answered inside, so Lu Xin opened the door automatically, taking the key from the old security guard.
The office is very dark.
This primary school was originally converted from a villa, and Mr. Xiaolu's office was the study room of the rich.
The space is very large, and many different forms of light sources are installed on the left and right.
But now Mr. Xiaolu only turns on the lamp above the desk.
As a result, most of the space in the office was submerged in the drowsy darkness, with only a bright spot in front of him.
She sat in a wheelchair, changed into clean clothes, hung her head, and had a blanket draped over her legs.
The room seemed a little cold.
When she heard Lu Xin come in, she didn't look up, and just sat quietly beside the desk.
Lu Xin stood at the door for a while, then walked in slowly, pulled up a chair, and sat in the center of the office.
It is neither too close nor too far from Teacher Xiaolu.
Then the two of them didn't speak, they just sat quietly while maintaining this distance.
Lu Xin couldn't get close to see the countdown in Teacher Xiaolu's eyes, but he had already counted it before. Now, there should be an hour left before the countdown returns to zero. That is to say, the time for the arrival of the law enforcement officer should be in one hour. hours later.
But every time she got close to Mr. Xiaolu, the countdown in her eyes would speed up.
In this way, the time of the arrival of the law enforcement officer may also be earlier.
But it doesn't matter, since it's coming, I don't mind meeting them some time in advance.
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"Lu Xin..."
I didn't know how long I sat quietly, so quiet that it made people feel that the atmosphere in the office was a little depressing.
Teacher Xiaolu also seemed to be unable to bear the pressure, and after a long silence, she raised her head and called out.
"I am here."
Lu Xin, who was sitting in the chair, smiled and agreed softly.
"You really… "
Teacher Xiaolu hesitated for a while, and said, "Are you really going to guard me here?"
"You're not worried, there will be danger?"
"… "
Lu Xin quietly smiled at Teacher Xiaolu and said, "I'm not afraid of danger."
Teacher Xiaolu looked up at him, and seemed to see a familiar shadow on his calm smiling face.
This made her body tremble, and she hugged her body slightly.
After a while, he raised his head, as if trying to restrain his emotions, and said in a trembling voice:
"I know, you are here to protect me..."
"But, have you ever thought that this is what I deserve?"
"… "
"Deserved..."
Lu Xin felt a strong sense of guilt from Teacher Xiaolu's tone.
It made him feel a little strange.
After a while, he said softly, "Then why didn't you tell me, why did you think like this?"
"because… "
Teacher Xiaolu's lips trembled, and her expression seemed a little desperate: "Some things may not be as you think, and some people are not as good as you think, you are a truly kind person, because you always It is to think that others are so kind, but there may be some people who are not worthy of this kindness at all, no matter how good they are, there will always be dead souls staring at her in the corner..."
Her tone was so strange.
I don't know why, but Lu Xin actually had a feeling that his hair was standing upright.
He raised his head sharply and looked into Teacher Xiaolu's eyes.
At such a close distance, Lu Xin saw the countdown in her eyes decreasing at a crazy speed.
He waited to hear Teacher Xiaolu continue to speak, but found that she fell silent.
Her face was full of tangled expressions, as if she was caught in a painful choice, the words were stuck in her throat, but she couldn't say it.
This is an extremely unbearable ordeal for those who are waiting for an answer.
But Lu Xin was not in a hurry.
After the advanced escort training on mental pollution and mutation, he has learned a lot of details that he had never mastered before.
For these spiritually polluted people, their silence should be accustomed to and respected.
In the face of people who have been spiritually polluted, people who don't understand will always wonder why they are so painful and so entangled. The bed, I don't understand why I just endure things, why I can't help it, I must make things worse.
It's like Teacher Xiaolu can clearly solve his doubts in one sentence.
But Lu Xin understands that this is the norm for people who are mentally polluted and have abnormal emotions.
Not why, but can't.
Every behavior that people make is supported by the logic and motivation behind it.
They seem to be unable to do this simple behavior, but in fact the logic and motivation behind the behavior are faulty.
Defective mechanical parts and lack of fuel can lead to poor operation.
It is a pity that many people can understand machinery, but not the same kind.
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Professor Bai mentioned during the training that Qinggang is now vigorously cultivating mental and psychological doctors, and there is an urgent need for such talents, but in the assessment, professional skills are not even ranked first. patience…
Lu Xin, who has already obtained a university diploma, has thought about whether to take a certificate.
Not to mention, he is now facing Teacher Xiaolu.
While Lu Xin was waiting quietly and tenderly, Teacher Xiaolu took a long time before slowly shaking her head as if deflated. She finally didn't say the words that came to her throat just now, but her Emotions gradually calmed down.
"Wait for me for a while."
After a while, she slowly pushed the wheelchair and walked towards the corner of the wall.
Lu Xin also stood up silently and followed her quietly.
Teacher Xiaolu stopped, with a forced smile on his face: "Do you want to follow me all the time?"
"Yes."
Lu Xin looked at the countdown that was about to return to zero in her eyes, and nodded lightly.
"but… "
Teacher Xiaolu was slightly embarrassed. Looking at the indoor door in front of her, she whispered, "I'm going to the bathroom..."
"Um?"
Lu Xin was slightly surprised, then reacted again and nodded lightly: "Oh."
With that, he turned around and sat back in the chair, still waiting quietly.
Teacher Xiaolu turned around with a blushing face, pushed the wheelchair, walked into the indoor door, and turned on the light.
There are bright lights, which temporarily buffered the dim and depressing atmosphere in this office.
But as the door closed, all the light was cut off.
Lu Xin sat quietly in the half-dark and half-lit living room, half of his body was illuminated by the lamp on the desk in the distance.
In silence, quietly listening to the surrounding movement.
In the bathroom, there was a slight shaking of the wheelchair, and after a long while, the sound of the tap emitting water was heard.
Then the sound kept going.
Lu Xin waited quietly for a while, then got up and went straight to the bathroom door.
He went to push the door, but found that the door was locked, so he paused, took a step back, and kicked out.
With a "bang", the door was kicked open, and he saw the horrible scene in the bathroom.
Opposite to Yu Xijing, Mr. Xiaolu, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had already cut his wrist with a paper cutter.
Hearing Lu Xin forcibly opening the door, she turned around abruptly.
Lu Xin saw that her face was actually covered with traces of black lines.
Efforts to show a smile, like a strange black flower.
The lips were sewn up with a kind of black silk thread, and the wound on the wrist seemed to have its own vitality, and it opened to both sides with force, like a person grinning and smiling hard, while there was blood on the other side. It kept splashing out.
Where the blood splattered, the air seemed extremely blurred.
Hee hee hee…
In Lu Xin's ears, he suddenly heard the hilarious voice of a child.
The voice was as familiar as it came from deep in memory.
It was an orphanage when we were young, and everyone laughed when they played games under the sun. This kind of laughter passed through the layers of time, and rang in the blurred air refracted by blood. Lu Xin could even see the faint figure of a child in this blurred air. beating.
His heart couldn't help beating faster.
The heart is as sad as it is being pinched by the little hands.
He could only try his best not to listen to such voices, not to chase these illusions, but to look down at Teacher Xiaolu.
Teacher Xiaolu's entire body has been penetrated by this black silk thread, riddled with holes.
These weird silk threads grew out of her blood like plant sprouts, filling the entire bathroom.
Drilled through her skin and drilled back into her body.
Sew her eyes, nose, ears, layer by layer, like a tattered rag doll.
Creeping, tensing.
As if to hang her in the air like a sinner.
Beside her, Lu Xin saw familiar faces, which were the smiling faces of the children in the orphanage before.
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"Ugh… "
Lu Xin stood silently at the door, and after a while, he slowly moved forward.
He ignored these black threads, but his expression was a little sad.
In the entanglement of countless black silk threads, he leaned down gently, took the paper cutter in Teacher Xiaolu's hand, and threw it aside.
Then he grabbed her waist and picked her up.
Teacher Xiaolu's face was covered with tears, and her sanity seemed to be a little unclear. Suddenly she struggled hard in Lu Xin's arms, screamed loudly, and beat Lu Xin's shoulders and arms hard. Countless black threads, then Like crazy, it surging around Lu Xin's body and climbing the entire office, making the office full of fresh blood.
Teacher Xiaolu's eyes, nose, and mouth have all been sewn up with black silk threads.
But the whole office was filled with crazy laughter and painful cries, which appeared and disappeared from time to time, and there was chaos.
The children playing games around, those happy laughter, intertwined into a strange atmosphere, crowding this spacious office, Lu Xin even felt as if he had entered a strange and distorted memory at this moment, and his mood Extremely depressed.
But he still ignored all the weirdness and madness around him, and just put Mr. Xiaolu on the sofa.
From the office, I found the medicine box that usually treats scratches for children, cleaned her wounds, and wrapped her with gauze.
It wasn't until after all this was done that he straightened up slightly.
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Sweeping through the madness that could not be explained in words, he took a deep breath and suddenly shouted:
"Number eight, get out and meet me!"