The door of the teaching building slowly opened with a terrible creaking sound, and I stared in horror at the real body of the Hidden Mirror Ghost that would appear in the door. However, at this terrifying moment, the ghost in the window said, "Hmph, it's really not the right time. I'll let you guys go tonight, but I won't be so lucky next time." , and disappeared without a trace.
As soon as the Mirror-Hidden Ghost disappeared, the door of the teaching building opened, and a strong light came out from the door, making me unable to open my eyes. An irritable male voice came from the door: "Is that the troublemaker who broke the window?"
I thought some monster would jump out of the door, but when my eyes got used to the strong light, I realized that it was a middle-aged man in his forties who came out from behind the door. No matter who the other party is, it's good that it's not a monster. However, just when I breathed a sigh of relief, the other party ran over menacingly, grabbed my hand vigorously, and rebuked angrily: "You are so old, you are still so boring, breaking the glass of the school! "
It seemed that this man should be a teacher of Wangcun Primary School, so I showed him the police card, told him that Zhen Zhen was injured, and asked him if there were any medical supplies in the school that could bandage the wound. As for the damage to the glass, I will give him an explanation after taking care of Zhen Zhen's wound.
He saw that Zhen Zhen's arm was bleeding, the anger on his face disappeared immediately, he quickly took us to the teaching staff room on the first floor of the teaching building, took out the medicine box and gave Zhen Zhen to treat the wound. After dressing Zhen Zhen's wound, he introduced himself: "My name is Lu Yongzhi, I'm a teacher in this primary school." Then, he asked us what happened just now.
I told him the story of being attacked by the Hidden Mirror Ghost, and asked if the Hidden Mirror Ghost haunts the neighborhood often
He looked at us in astonishment, and after a while, he said, "Is there really a ghost who hides a mirror?"
He said he was not a local, but he only started teaching here five years ago and lives in a dormitory on the third floor of the teaching building. He had heard a little about the legend of the hidden mirror ghost, but he had never believed it. And just now when we were attacked by the Ghost of Hidden Mirror, he didn't find anything unusual except for the sound of breaking the glass. As for the incident when Liang Caixia was attacked by the Mirror-Hidden Ghost more than half a month ago, he said that he would stay in the dormitory every night, but he did not know such a thing. In fact, this is not unusual, after all, Liang Caixia didn't smash the window like Zhen Zhen, it was normal that he didn't find it in the dormitory on the third floor.
Anyway, I had already started chatting, so I wanted to know about Wang Xi from him, but I didn't know how his relationship with Wang Xi was. To keep him from being wary, let's gossip with him first. I said that it was the Spring Festival holiday some time ago, and asked him why he stayed in the dormitory by himself instead of going back to his hometown to celebrate the Spring Festival with his family? I was just asking casually, but as soon as the words came out, I realized that I had said something I shouldn't have said.
Teacher Lu originally talked and laughed with us, but after listening to my question, his face immediately sank, and he didn't say a word for a long time. Zhen Zhen poked me secretly, although she didn't speak, but I could read her meaning from her reproachful eyes with a victorious vibe - just now at Wu Wei's house, you were blaming me for talking nonsense.
I didn't have the heart to compete with her on this kind of thing, I just thought about how to break the embarrassing situation in front of me. However, before I could think of what to do, Teacher Lu spoke again: "There are no relatives in my hometown, and it is meaningless to go back."
I apologized: "I'm sorry to remind you of sad things."
"It doesn't matter, it's all in the past..." He played with the yellow translucent lighter, lit a cigarette for himself, and sadly told us about his sad past—
I used to have a whole family: a small house, a virtuous wife, and a lovely daughter. However, all of this vanished overnight seven years ago.
My house is built in an orchard. Although the house is small, the area of the orchard is quite large. At that time, I was teaching in the primary school in the village, while my wife was taking care of the orchard and taking care of the daughter at home. The husband and wife performed their respective duties. Although the income was not much, they lived happily.
Later, people from the county government came to me to ask for a land certificate, and said that I needed to register. The orchards were left by our ancestors, and we rural people don't know how to deal with the government, so we have never done any land certificates. People from the county government said: "If you don't have it, go ahead and do it. We'll measure the area for you first, and we'll give you a land certificate when you get back."
We don't know anything about these things. They said that if we want to measure, we will let them measure. We thought that after the measurement, they would give us a land certificate, but they didn't expect that they had no plan at all.
About a month later, the county government sent another group of people over. I thought they were sending land certificates, but they weren't. As soon as they arrived, they showed me a notice saying that in order to improve the lives of the people in the area, we need to renovate the old area of our village, so we want to expropriate our land, and they also asked me to sign a land expropriation agreement.
I read the consent form carefully, and it contains the measured area of my house, and the land acquisition compensation is calculated based on this area. However, they only gave me the area of the house, but not the area of the orchard, which is more than ten times larger than the house. And if we only calculate it by the area of the house, our compensation is pitiful, not to mention buying a house, not even buying a pigsty.
Of course I can't sign such a consent form, but the people from the county government said: "You have to sign it if you don't sign it. You don't have a land certificate for this piece of land. If you have money, you are already lucky. If you don't know the current affairs, We'll just shovel your house down, and you won't even get a dime."
I believe that there is justice in the world, and that this society has laws, so I ignored their threats and threw them out of the house. I thought they wouldn't dare to touch my house as long as I didn't give them a consent form. However, I never imagined that I would end up in ruins because of this.
About two months later, the leaders of the school suddenly asked me to go to the county to learn teaching experience. Although it felt a little sudden, this kind of thing is quite normal for teachers, so I didn't care, I explained it to my wife and set off.
I was in the county seat for a whole day of class, and it was very late when I came back. After getting off the bus at the station, I met several brothers from the village, all of whom had just returned from outside. We are usually people who rarely go out, so it would be strange to meet at the station together. After chatting, I found that everyone was suddenly dispatched by the leader to work outside, and it was all innocuous things. We felt something was wrong, so we ran home together.
When we got back to the village, we were all stunned.
When we went out in the morning, everything in the village was business as usual, but at this moment everything was in ruins and weeping in our ears. Many houses in the village collapsed, and the old and the weak, women and children were crying in the rubble. My first reaction to the sight in front of me was—the devil has entered the village! But, are there still devils these days
I asked a sister-in-law who was howling in the rubble, what happened? She said that this morning, the county government dispatched several hundred people, including urban management officers, security guards, and several bulldozers and excavators, to enter the village in a mighty manner. Before it was clear what was going on, the house began to be demolished. They are numerous and powerful, and most of the men in the village go out to do errands. They have no ability to resist, and can only watch them demolish their houses.
Hearing her say that, my heart froze immediately, and I ran to the house subconsciously.
When I ran to the orchard, I found that my home was no longer there. All I saw was a pile of rubble and broken trees. I knelt in front of the rubble and cried with my head raised, cursing the bandits who demolished my house not to die.
Suddenly, I felt something was wrong - why aren't my wife and daughter here
I immediately ran to ask people in the village if they knew where my wife and daughter were. The moment I got the answer was like a bolt from the blue - my wife and daughter were both dead!
The wife was powerless to resist the atrocities committed by the county, but she was unwilling to watch her home destroyed.
My family completely collapsed overnight, my wife died, my daughter died, and even the house was demolished. Can you imagine how I felt at that time? I collapsed in an instant, I didn't know where I found a kitchen knife, and rushed blindly into the unmanned village committee, then rushed towards the security team, and in the end, of course, was beaten by the security team.
Later, I copied it along with other villagers whose houses were forcibly demolished. In the past two years, except for the capital, we have gone to almost every department we can go to, but this matter has finally come to nothing.
Although I really wanted to get justice for my wife and daughter, I was very tired of the constant setbacks, and most of the villagers who had been imitating them had given up, and I didn’t want to keep going. After all, people have to eat to live, and I must find a new job before running out of accumulation. Because of the pressure from the county government, the primary school where I teach has already dismissed me.
In the past two years, I have been fighting against the county, and it is not easy to continue to stay in my hometown. Anyway, the wife and daughter are dead, and the house is gone, so staying here will only add to the sadness. So, I traveled far away, came here to be a teacher, and avoided the plague gods in my hometown...
Zhen Zhen was very angry with Teacher Lu's unfortunate experience, and scolded the local officials in Teacher Lu's hometown for inaction. Seeing her righteous indignation, it seemed that she could not wait to cover her face immediately, to be a female black hero Mulan Hua and teach those local officials a lesson. But I can only be silent about this, after all, with our limited ability, it is not enough to seek justice for Teacher Lu.
In order to get rid of the unpleasant atmosphere, I immediately changed the subject and said to Teacher Lu, "You have been teaching here for five years. You should be familiar with every faculty member in the school, right?"
He nodded and smiled bitterly: "I usually don't go out very often, I have stayed in the school almost every day for the past five years, not to mention the teachers here, I am very familiar with every flower and grass in the garden. .This is my other home."
When he mentioned the word "home", I was worried that I would return to the topic just now, so I immediately asked, "Then do you know Wang Xi well?"
"He..." He frowned suddenly and hesitated for a moment before answering: "I knew everyone in school, but I didn't say a few words to him."
"Why? Is he a bad person?" Zhen Zhen asked.
He shook his head and said, "I can't say it's bad, I just don't want to communicate with us."
"Why do you say that?" I asked.
"Maybe because he used to be a teacher in a middle school in the county town, he doesn't want to stay with us teachers in the countryside. If it doesn't sound good, he looks down on us. After he arrives at school every day, he will be in the reference room next door. Practicing calligraphy, he leaves as soon as school is over, and he doesn't stay at school for an extra minute. Sometimes when we meet in the hallway, at best he just nods at us. He has been at school for more than two years, and I told him No more than ten sentences."
"I heard that he participated in calligraphy competitions and won awards. He must like calligraphy very much, right?" I asked again.
Although he practiced calligraphy as soon as he arrived at school, he didn't necessarily like it. In fact, it was the principal who saw that he was bored in the school all day, so he taught him to practice calligraphy, so that he could be happy, and he used this to pass the time. I think you must have heard that he had a lot of troubles before! I think he didn't cause much trouble after he came to the school, and there was a credit from the principal. He paused and then said, "As for the certificate, he actually bought it with his own money in order to make his father happy. His calligraphy is not very good, he can only be regarded as a beginner's level. If he writes waichun for others, I don't think anyone would be willing to post it on their doorstep. "
Wu Wei had told me these things before, and they were not very helpful to the investigation, so I asked more in-depth questions, such as whether he knew about Wang Xi's itinerary during the disappearance and drowning of seven children in Wangliang Second Village , Did Wang Xi stay in school as usual to practice calligraphy in those days
"The school was still on spring break at that time, and he definitely wouldn't come to school." He answered without any hesitation.
This is of course, Wang Xi originally thought of going to work as a prison, why would he come back specially during the holidays
Although he works in the same primary school, Mr. Lu knows very little about Wang Xi, and it seems that he will not get more information if he continues to talk. So I decided to leave. After all, it was already late at night and he had to go to class tomorrow, so it was inconvenient to disturb his rest.
However, when we were about to leave, he sighed softly: "Oh, it's such a pity that these children died so suddenly! Before they happened, they jumped up and down to borrow a football from me, and I didn't expect to see you again. When they arrived, they were already separated by yin and yang."