Chapter 38 Chapter Twenty-Four

the next day. Saturday morning. She dreamed of the deep ditch again. The urgent ringtone of "FIRST LOVE" saved her from her dream, she answered the phone in a daze, and heard a deep male voice: "Mai, I am the old king of the Public Security Bureau." "Old Wang?" The policeman who often appeared beside her father floated in her mind, and she stood up from the bed, "Oh, hello!" "The owner of the Taobao store you mentioned - 'Witch's Quarter' has been arrested by the police!" An hour later, Tian Mai hurried to the Public Security Bureau.Although, I was so nervous that I didn't even have time to eat breakfast, but I didn't forget to put on light makeup before going out, and looked in the mirror repeatedly, hoping that the appearance of getting up early would not be too haggard.

In the office where her father used to work, she met Lao Wang, the policeman in charge of the Qian Ling case. Her first words were: "I want to see him now!" "You may be disappointed—" "what?" "Not him! I think he's innocent." Lao Wang lit a cigarette and looked at the photo of Father Mai and him on the table. It was a photo in 1995. He was a skinny young man at that time, but now he is a bloated middle-aged man. He—the shopkeeper of the "Witch's District", not the murderer of Qian Ling—heard the news of the failure, and instead of being nervous, Mai let out a sigh of relief.

"I didn't say he was the murderer!" Mai Mai anxiously imagined the appearance of the owner of the "Witch District", "How did you catch him?" "It's very simple. Through the Hangzhou headquarters of Taobao, I found the information of the owner of the 'Witch District'—his name is Gu Fei, and he lives in this city now. The police found his temporary residence overnight and brought him back to the bureau for investigation. We called out Le He showed him the purple silk scarf of Dead Qianling, and the owner confirmed that he had sold it. He said that apart from Taobao's 'Witch Zone', there is no other store in China that sells this kind of silk scarf. Gu Fei He admitted that he had sold two silk scarves in total, both of which were sold within the last month. The buyer of the first silk scarf was Tian Xiaomai—it was you. The buyer of the second silk scarf was Mo Xu friend."

"what name?" She felt that these three words were strange.Lao Wang wrote the words "Mo Xuyou" on the paper. "The shopkeeper explained that someone found him directly on Aliwangwang and asked him to buy the purple silk scarf by name, and he didn't go through Alipay, but paid by cash on delivery—we found the account of 'Mo Xuyou' on Taobao, and there were only This time the transaction records, except for the delivery address, did not leave any other information - it is probably a fake name." "Mo Xuyou—" Mai Mai nodded thoughtfully, "It's just unfounded!"

"Well, we checked the delivery address of 'Mo Xuyou', but it turned out to be an unfinished building in the urban area. It hadn't been touched for almost ten years, so it was obviously not the real address of the buyer. Two hours ago, we found The courier who ordered the delivery, the delivery time is December 6th." "Ah, wasn't Qian Ling killed in the early morning of December 7th? That is, the night when the silk scarf was delivered?" "As expected of a policeman's daughter, the silk scarves were delivered eighteen hours before Qian Ling was killed. The courier delivered the goods to the unfinished building. There was a young man waiting there. left."

"What does that unfounded buyer look like?" The police officer Lao Wang put out the cigarette butt: "The courier said that the person looked ordinary, that is, he was in his twenties-we believed what the courier said. In the morning, I just came back from the unfinished building where I received the goods. You can’t see it, you can’t find anything out of it.” "The clues are interrupted like this?" "Unfortunately!" Mai Mai was still not reconciled: "Where is the owner? Did you ask him any other questions?" "Of course, I asked the shopkeeper if he knew the victim, Qian Ling? He said that Qian Ling was a VIP buyer in the 'Witch Zone', and he shopped in the 'Witch Zone' almost every day, buying all kinds of daily necessities and even large items. 10,000 yuan—these have all been confirmed in Taobao’s internal data.”

"However, Qian Ling didn't buy the silk scarf himself!" Old Wang nodded and said in a deep voice, "Well, the shop owner said that he has never seen Qian Ling—nor has he seen any buyers." "You don't suspect he's lying?" "I am a policeman, and your father is also a policeman. We will doubt anyone's confession! I asked the shopkeeper, where was he in the early morning of Qian Ling's death? He said that he went to Yiwu, Zhejiang Province to buy goods that day. I contacted Yiwu immediately. The police investigated the hotel mentioned by the owner, and called up the surveillance video, confirming that he stayed in the hotel all night on the night of the incident, and did not leave Yiwu until the next morning—he did not have the time to commit the crime at all!”

"Well, at least he didn't do it himself." "The police also investigated the owner's personal information and his social connections - indeed there is no intersection with Qian Ling." "Whether he is the murderer or not, I want to see him!" Mai concealed her excitement, "Because, I think I might know him! In this way, he may have an intersection with Qian Ling!" Lao Wang took her downstairs, opened the iron door of the interrogation room, and whispered: "Don't talk too much!" The door of the interrogation room opened, and inside sat a lonely young man with a pale face.

Tian Xiaomai met the owner of the "Witch District". This face, a pair of small eyes, a normal thin straight nose bridge, a few pimples on the thin face, messy hair and clothes indicate that he was dragged from the bed to the police station. Unfortunately, not him! Mai shook her head in extreme disappointment. Why not him? ! The imaginary owner of the "Witch's Quarter" should at least be a mysterious character, like the male protagonist in a Gothic novel, with a cool face like a vampire, sharp eyes like a midnight ghost, and a magical temperament like a wizard . However, the shopkeeper who was locked in the interrogation room of the Public Security Bureau in front of him was an ordinary-looking and even a bit wretched young man, a passer-by who would be forgotten in a blink of an eye if he was thrown on the street.

The shop owner narrowed his eyes blankly, looked at the beautiful woman who suddenly broke into the interrogation room, and shook his head: "Officer, I've already said it." Obviously, he didn't know Tian Xiaomai at all, and regarded her as a policewoman in plainclothes. "You...you..." She finally couldn't help asking, "Are you really a witch?" "yes." His answer was so natural, as if he was still being interrogated by the police, without any sign of lying. However, Mai Mai stubbornly refused to believe it, so she moved her face closer to him and asked, "You don't know me either?"

This strange man named Gu Fei rubbed his eyes, stared at her face for half a minute, then shook his head and said, "Could it be that you are the TV host?" faint!He thought Tian Xiaomai, who had a pretty face, was the host of the TV station's interview with the police. Mai Mai was desperate, and his heart sank to the bottom of the well again—he doesn't know me?But, how could he sell me the lost memory?That "101 Proposals" DVD?That high school Chinese textbook?Is it just a coincidence, because this Japanese TV series and Chinese textbooks are all the youthful memories of a girl her age. As long as she sees these, she will probably recall something? Unwillingly, she continued the interrogation, posing like a policewoman: "Are you the owner of the 'Witch's Quarter'?" "Yes." He lowered his head timidly, "I'm sorry, I've said this several times." "You can buy anything anyone could want in your store?" "That's right." The shop owner is full of confidence and boastful. "how did you do that?" "It's very simple. I have all the treasures that can be found on Taobao in my warehouse. This is not a job that ordinary people can do." "Okay, one more question, the Esfahan scarf you sold." "Yes, I admit, it is the important piece of evidence you showed me. But I have said it many times, that silk scarf was sold to a mysterious buyer named Mo Xuyou, I don't know who that person is ?” "I think, you have not only sold one silk scarf." This question made the shopkeeper frown: "Yes, one was sold last month." "That buyer was me." "Oh—it's you?" He unexpectedly widened his small eyes, "Tian? Tian?" It seemed that the shop owner really didn't know her very well, so Mai Mai reluctantly said her name: "Tian Xiaomai!" "Sorry, I have to ship to many buyers every day, and I can't remember everyone's name." "Then do you remember Qian Ling's name?" Gu Fei became a little impatient: "Yes, I have answered this question before, and I remember her name because she is a VIP user of the 'Witch Zone'. However, although she buys almost everything in the 'Witch Zone', But I haven’t bought that Esfahan scarf.” "Okay, one last question, where did that silk scarf come from?" "Iran, Esfahan, is the ancient capital of Iran, Isfahan, where there are many exquisite handicrafts, especially Iranian carpets and traditional silk products. A few months ago, I went to Iran to buy a batch of handmade carpets. The Grand Bazaar found this silk scarf. The artist who made this silk scarf has passed away, and his craftsmanship has not been handed down. Therefore, this silk scarf has become out of print. I bought ten pieces of this top-quality silk scarf at a high price The towel was hung in the 'Witch District' store not long ago." He answered very fluently and impeccably, and it turned out to be a silk scarf from Isfahan, Iran. Before leaving the interrogation room, she asked another question: "Can you really sell me lost memories?" "You can buy everything you want in the Witch's Quarter". This answer left Mai Mai speechless, and she left the room with a sigh. Police officer Pharaoh asked suspiciously, "You don't know him?" "Not at all." Mai Mai is still thinking about the face he remembered ten years ago, the face that will never be blurred again. "His name is Gu Fei. He is 25 years old and his hometown is in Heilongjiang. Seven years ago, he was admitted to a university in Shanghai and stayed to work after graduation. He has been unemployed for a long time, and started running a Taobao store full-time last year." Apart from knowing that the silk scarf was purchased by an unfounded person, I did not get any valuable clues—it seemed to be the same as the murder case fifteen years ago. Suddenly, Mai Mai asked a question: "Old Wang, do you still remember? In the murder case in 1995, the victim's son was brought to my house by my father for a period of time." "Of course I remember! That year, for your safety, I stayed at your house for two days, and I lived in the same room with that kid." A trace of doubt flashed in Old Wang's eyes, "Why do you ask this?" "Can you check for me, where is he now?" Old Wang smiled bitterly and said: "There is no need to check, I can tell you now - your father checked his whereabouts many years ago, I still remember his name is Qiushou, unfortunately, in 2001, he was in his hometown The county seat committed suicide." "he died?" For a moment, Mai couldn't tell what it was like, like all the memories were just a ghost story. "Yes, Qiushou died at the age of nineteen. He jumped to his death. Five years ago, your father made a special trip to visit his grave." Mai Mai lowered her head and said softly, "Why didn't father tell me?" "I think he always has his reasons." She didn't want to stay for another minute, and asked before leaving: "How do you deal with the owner of the 'Witch's Quarter'?" "I'll let him go in the afternoon." Xiaomai wanted to say: Tell me his phone number—but he swallowed the words again, and don't see the owner again!She didn't know how to ask herself - how did you return my memory?Do you want this irrelevant person to talk about her youth again? She can't do it. Half an hour later, Mai returned home and got into bed again.She could no longer sleep, and that face floated in her heart, that face that ended at the age of nineteen... 2000, May. Early in the morning, in the abandoned factory near Nanming High School, Mr. Murong was still lying in the haystack, looking at the foggy gray sky. There were three policemen standing beside the deceased, one was a burly middle-aged man, the other was about thirty years old, and the third one looked like he had just graduated from the police academy. Tian Yuejin looked down at the dead beauty in the haystack, feeling faintly familiar. He felt the same as Xu Bizhen who died five years ago, and the place where the unsolved murder took place is only a few hundred meters away from this old factory. meters away. silk scarf. He looked at the silk scarf wrapped around the neck of the deceased. This extremely beautiful purple silk scarf was the weapon used to strangle Teacher Murong to death. Forty-eight-year-old Lao Tian clenched his fists slowly but powerfully.The policeman next to him, Xiao Wang, also dealt with the murder case in the grocery store back then. He has become a lot more mature in the past five years, but he was once again shocked by the beautiful dead and the murder weapon, as well as the dead's never-ending eyes-he still remembers this woman. teacher. The remaining little policeman, although young and shy, has a pair of stern eyes, a long and thin face with clear lines, and a straight and straight figure.With a calm beyond his years, he gazed at the dead without fear, trying to read the answer in her eyes.Colleagues from the laboratory soon arrived. While collecting evidence and taking photos, he silently wrote in his notebook and observed the surrounding environment from time to time. His name is Ye Xiao. Many people will remember this name many years later. When Teacher Murong's beautiful body was carried away, Tian Yuejin slowly turned his head and looked at his daughter Maimai. Eighteen-year-old Tian Xiaomai stood in the wind with his best friend Qian Ling, his clothes were already wet with tears, and the head teacher accompanied him.The little policeman Ye Xiao has finished taking notes, but Lao Tian doesn't know how to question his daughter?Will it deepen the trauma in her heart?Or, would the daughter, who had hated him for a long time, quarrel with her father on the spot?After hesitating for a long time, he still failed to say a word to his daughter, and waved to the head teacher to take the two children away and not stay at the scene of the crime. Wheat looked back, the fog had gradually dissipated, among the dead trees and weeds in the wilderness, and the remaining chimneys of the old factory, like a dagger straight into the sky.A few black crows sat on the top of the chimney, making piercing calls, probably complaining about not being able to eat rotting human flesh. night. On the second night of Teacher Murong's death, the students who worshiped her all shed tears for the withering of the goddess in their hearts.During the lunch break, many girls came to the abandoned factory in groups and laid flowers at the place where the teacher died.The boys continued to spread all kinds of rumors, nothing more than the scandal of the beautiful teacher, which led to her murder.As for the teachers who mostly express their condolences in class, but cannot hide their gloating excitement when class is over—the public enemy of teachers has finally been killed. Tian Maimai and Qian Ling huddled in the dormitory, and teachers kept coming to visit.Wheat understands that all this is futile, and no one can make up for his fear.Her fear was not that she saw the death of her teacher, but that the silk scarf she thought was the most beautiful in history became the weapon to kill the most beautiful teacher in history. Death, it turns out, is not out of reach, perhaps hovering around your side, or around your neck. During evening self-study, Mai Mai hid alone under the mosquito net.Posters of Japanese TV dramas and "Wakaba Age" are pasted on the wall. In those days, she was super cute "Kinki Kids" Domoto Takeshi and Domoto Koichi.Her top bunk kept shaking, it was Qian Ling who was crying endlessly.She forced herself to close her eyes, but she saw the face under the haystack again, the mature and charming face, the charming body, and the purple silk scarf that brought death. Mai Mai strongly feels that her feelings for Teacher Murong have far surpassed the feelings of students for teachers, and she is not just worshiping idols, but likes her like a boy, although she has never really liked her. a boy. She will never forget the dead teacher for the rest of her life——when she realized this, a small impulse came to her heart.She took out a book from the drawer, which was given to her by the teacher.While Qian Ling was still huddled on the upper bunk and there was no one else in the dormitory, Mai Mai walked out of the room with a book in his arms. At the end of the corridor on the ground floor of the dormitory building, there is a window that can never be locked firmly, and it can be easily climbed out without being noticed. She touched the garden where she often visited with Teacher Murong, and picked a bouquet of tulips that silently revealed their fragrance. There is still half an hour left, and the school gate will be closed. You must go back quickly, otherwise you will not be able to go back to the dormitory. Mai Mai quickly crossed the road and saw that the small supermarket was closing, she shouted: "Wait!" The door was closed for the autumn harvest. He watched the wheat arrive in a daze, and opened the door of the small supermarket again. "Do you have a flashlight and matches?" Looking at Maimai's anxious eyes, the boy took out a flashlight and matches suspiciously. "thanks!" She handed the two coins to Qiushou, gave him another suspicious look, and hurried to the depths of the wilderness. moonlight. Walking alone through the path covered with barren weeds, I lit up the flashlight to illuminate the front, with a matchbox in my trouser pocket, tucked under my armpit, and a bouquet of tulips in my other hand. The cool wind at night rolled the hair with dead leaves, made a sound like crying, and touched the skin with goose bumps.She carefully looked at the beam of the flashlight, looked down at the road under her feet from time to time, and managed to distinguish the direction, and saw the outline of the abandoned factory building.I don't know why he was so bold tonight. Could it be that the genes inherited from the policeman's father broke out?I'm afraid even the boys don't dare to come here at night, right? Walking into this piece of ruins, the feeling is completely different from the daytime.The dead walls and windows are like deep-buried tombs. Only the flashlight beams of the archaeologists can solve the mystery of the dead souls.Mai Mai is like the woman in "Liao Zhai", who comes at night to visit the graves of her relatives, or—calls for souls. When I found the place where Teacher Murong died, the haystack was full of flowers, some of them withered, and some were taken away by birds. Wheat sniffed the tulip in her hand and gently put it in the grass. She took out the book she had tucked in, it was a book given to her by Teacher Murong, so let's return it to the teacher who is already in another world. Trembling, she lit a match and lit the fluffy pages of the book.The cover is the heroine of the movie, which is Hitchcock's version of Joan Fontaine. The blonde was quickly swallowed by a ball of flames, and the yellow paper turned into black ash, which fluttered into the night sky, like a mass of souls looking for their master.Some dust drifted into Maimai's eyes, which stimulated her to shed tears again. As the entire book was burnt, leaving only a mass of black marks, the real tears could no longer be suppressed. Yes, this is the place, why did you choose this place? Just the day before Teacher Murong was killed, she brought a few girls to visit this old factory—she came to pay homage to her first love who died here, and to pay homage to the eighteen-year-old Years of Lost who would never come back. However, she herself failed to escape the catastrophe, and also died in the place where her first love committed suicide. No, Teacher Murong definitely doesn't want to die, this is not the finale she wants. Just as Mai Mai wiped away her tears and was about to return to school along the same route, a hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder. In an instant, she couldn't react at all, she just felt that the sky was spinning, the cold moon was facing her eyes, and there was dense and wet weeds under her body - she had been pushed to the ground by that hand, and just about to shout instinctively, her mouth It was firmly blocked by the other hand. The cold hands, with a smell of smoke, almost made her breathless.In front of me is the violently shaking moon, as if it is about to leave the earth's orbit.Mai shook her head with all her strength, and while seeing the shadow of the chimney, she also saw a blur of human faces. A ghost? She could no longer feel the violent heartbeat and the almost explosive pulse, but felt that her hands and feet, which were swinging desperately, were firmly pressed down by a pair of big hands. Mai Mai is desperate: the other party is more than one person!Not just a ghost! But she didn't give up, and continued to struggle with all her strength, trying to get rid of those two dirty hands and escape from this grave.However, a hand touched her thigh—at this moment, she thought of death. At the same moment, there was a crisp impact, the sound of a fist hitting the bridge of the nose, followed by a man's scream. The dirty hand immediately let go of the wheat, and she rolled to one side of the grass, hurriedly adjusted the skirt, got up half squatting, the flashlight had long since disappeared, and could only vaguely distinguish the three men in the dim moonlight, mixed together like silhouettes wrestle together. The first man was knocked down, and the second man was also knocked down. The one who knocked the two men down was a long and thin figure. The two felled guys stumbled out of the abandoned factory and disappeared under the barren moonlight. The last remaining person wobbled closer to Mai and stretched out his hand to her. She didn't dare to stand up, she no longer dared to trust anyone. "Wheat...it's me!" The moonlight was suddenly bright, shining on the face of the 18-year-old boy, a few streaks of blood appeared faintly. "autumn harvest!" Mai Mai stood up excitedly, like a wounded deer, trembling all over, covered with scars, just wanted to find a safe tree hole—hid in the boy's arms without thinking. A pair of thin but powerful hands hugged her back tightly, panting heavily on her face, and said intermittently: "Wheat...it's...it's okay...we...we...go... " He didn't take advantage of this great opportunity, but pushed Mai Mai out of his arms, hugged her shoulders tightly, and protected her from the ruins of death. Along the vine path they had come from, the two of them walked through the moonlit wilderness.The 18-year-old girl was still in shock, every inch of her body was still shaking, and there was a terrible panting sound from her throat from time to time, as if she was about to suffocate at any time.She leaned on Qiushou and didn't care who he was. Qiushou didn't say a word, and watched Siye vigilantly all the way, shaking Maimai's shoulders from time to time, making her feel safe. Back to the empty road, the gate of Nanming High School. "Oops!" Mai Mai, who had just been rescued from danger, yelled in frustration, "It's past the closing time!" The school gate was tightly closed, so she didn't dare to knock on the door to wake up the security guard and attract troublesome dean. The street lamp illuminated the handsome face of the young man, and also illuminated several bloodstains on his face—the ones injured in the fight with those two "people" just now. "thanks!" Mai Mai touched his face, the wound seemed to be still bleeding. "It's okay." Qiushou showed the simple smile of a country boy, "But how do you go back?" "I have a way." She walked a long way along the school wall, almost reaching the back of Nanming High School. There was a very low wall here, and there was a piece of construction debris outside, so she could easily climb over the wall. Just as Mai Mai climbed onto the wall, a flashlight shone over, and a male teacher's voice sounded: "Who!" She was scared out of her wits immediately, and she didn't dare to climb over the wall to enter again, but turned around and ran quickly, lest the teacher really climbed over the wall and chased him out.Qiushou followed her to the side of the road, the two panting with their waists in their hands, like a pair of thieves who were caught stealing. "Perhaps, because of Teacher Murong's death, the school has strengthened the security around the wall." She whispered to the boy, looking at the closed school gate from a distance. "I forgot to tell you that there are two hooligans haunting me recently. I saw those two a few days ago and stopped a girl returning to school. Fortunately, she ran and rushed into the school gate." Qiu Harvest covered herself Injured forehead, "You bought a flashlight and matches from me. I saw that you didn't go back to school, so I was worried that you would go to the old factory where the accident happened in the morning, so I quickly locked the door of the supermarket and ran there to see if you were there? Sure enough, those two hooligans are after you." Mai Mai nodded gratefully, showing the true colors of the police daughter: "I will let Dad catch them and break the bones of these two dirty dogs!" The two waited on the side of the road for a long time, but she never dared to go back and climb the wall again. Qiushou couldn't help but asked cautiously, "Why don't you come and sit with me for a while?" She looked up at him suspiciously and saw his bleeding wound: "Okay, I'll rub some medicine on you." They crossed the road and opened the glass doors of the small supermarket. Just as Qiushou was about to turn on the light, Mai Mai stopped him and said, "Don't! You'll see it on the other side." Going to the back of the shelf and turning on a small light to illuminate Maimai's pale face, she asked in a low voice, "Are there any potions and ointment?" She had learned how to stop the bleeding and bandage in an emergency from her father, the policeman. She carefully dipped alcohol cotton in the liquid medicine, applied the wound on the boy's forehead, and then applied the bandage cream. The bleeding stopped in about half a minute. Qiushou enjoyed this process very much, but shrank back embarrassedly: "Thank you!" "No, I was the one who said thank you, if you hadn't saved me—" The girl was embarrassed to continue, but the boy shook his head and said, "I owe you this." She froze for a moment, and quickly understood what he meant—he owed her the summer vacation five years ago, and he left without saying goodbye behind the deep ditch, causing her to break her leg. "Okay, now we're clear." "But I still owe you—thank you for speaking to me." "Where's the shopkeeper?" She is still afraid of being discovered, including Qiushou's father. "He goes to sleep as soon as the door is closed every day, and opens the door the next morning." "Won't it wake him up?" "Don't worry, my dad is a heavy sleeper and can't be woken by thunder. That's why, a few months ago, there were burglars in the store in the middle of the night-now my dad makes me sleep behind the cash register every night." "How do you sleep?" Mai Mai shook her head in pity, never understanding the hardships of life of the poor. "This is the only way to ensure safety." The boy opened a small door behind the shelf, "Dad also prepared a room for me, but I rarely sleep in it. Tonight, if you can't go back to the dormitory, just sleep here temporarily. " "no!" Mai Mai categorically rejected him—how dare you let a young girl sleep in your room! "I'm sorry." He lowered his head more shyly, looked at the school across the road, "I'll take you back." "No—" Xiaomai recalled the flashlight beam from inside the school wall, "I don't want to go back!" Autumn harvest calmly leaned on the shelf, waiting for wheat's decision. A few minutes later, she asked an irrelevant question: "Last night, I saw you send Teacher Murong away." "Oh——" the boy's cheeks turned completely red, and then turned completely white. He turned his head away and said, "Yes, it rained heavily last night. I held an umbrella and just happened to send her to the bus stop." "Really?" Facing her suspicious gaze, Qiu Shou nodded seriously: "Really." "Did you watch her get in the car?" "No, you know that there is a canopy at the station. As soon as I arrived at the station, she asked me to go back with an umbrella." "Ok." She didn't know whether she should believe him or not?I don't know if there are any secrets buried under his sincere expression? In short, she had decided not to tell her father these things. "Tonight, I will temporarily sleep in a small room!" Xiaomai said these words suddenly, but her heart was beating wildly with tension, so she could only hide her eyes as much as possible. "Don't worry, I sleep outside, you can lock the door inside. I'm an honest man." There is really no silver three hundred taels here!Probably only a stupid country boy like him can tell. He retreated behind the cash register, dragged out a folded wire bed, took out a quilt from the cabinet, put it on and said, "It's okay, I sleep like this every night!" Mai Mai retreated into the small room, and heard the sound of the shopkeeper's uncle snoring from the next door to the thin wall panel. Qiushou took out a brand new set of quilts and pillows, and Mai Mai took it over and said, "I'll fix it myself." After finishing speaking, she closed the latch of the small door and locked herself in the hut less than ten square meters. The deer in his chest almost jumped out, leaned against the door and closed his eyes, this was the first time he spent the night at home or outside the dormitory. Although the room is small, it doesn't look dirty. It seems that Qiushou and his son love to be clean.In addition to a single bed, there is also a simple bedside table and a few large cardboard boxes, which are estimated to be stocked in the store. The most eye-catching thing is an acoustic guitar hanging on the wall. She carefully checked the room, making sure that there were no other hidden doors or windows, and that it was a completely closed secret room.She checked the bed carefully again, and found that there was nothing dirty, so she put a new quilt on it. Just when she was about to lie down, she saw a black and white photo on the bedside table, in which there was a young and beautiful woman in her early twenties, but she had a pair of extremely charming eyes. Mai Mai felt a little uncomfortable—who is she? There are too many doubts in my heart these days, so let's go to bed early.She forced a time to bury in her heart, she must get up before dawn, and return to the dormitory while everyone is not paying attention, otherwise it will be really miserable!Moreover, where can she tell her clearly if she spends the night in this kind of place?Maybe the policeman dad will slap her and clean up Qiushou by the way. Wrapped in a new quilt that smelled of cotton, she didn't even dare to take off her clothes and socks, and curled up tightly on the side of the single bed against the wall. Tonight, will I dream of Teacher Murong again? The night passed, but there was no dream. Morning, five o'clock. She was awakened by a slight knock on the door. She slept very alertly this night, and any small sound would wake her up. Forcing myself to wake up fully, I hid behind the door and asked softly, "Who?" "It's me!" The boy's voice came from outside the door, "I just went to see the wall behind the school, and there is no one patrolling it now, you can quickly climb over the wall and go back." Mai Mai rearranged her clothes and opened the door carefully.The shop was dark, and Qiushou was a slender figure. "you sure?" "Yes——" Qiushou looked outside nervously, there was no one on the empty road, and the closed school gate was on the opposite side, and it would take more than an hour to open, "However, you must hurry over, maybe there will be another Someone is coming to patrol." "thanks!" Accompanied by the teenager, she walked out of the quiet small supermarket.The moon is still hanging in the sky, and the dark and desolate wilderness is everywhere. From time to time, there are early bird songs, and the east is gradually brightening. Trot all the way along the school wall, to the shortest part of the back.Mai Mai climbed up to take a look, and sure enough there was no one there, and turned to look at Qiushou gratefully. The boy with the bandage on his forehead whispered, "Be careful!" So she took advantage of the dawn to climb over the wall. Inside the wall is a hidden bush, and no one will find her.Walk along the base of the wall to the dormitory building, then turn over the window that cannot be locked, and then return to the corridor of the dormitory smoothly. She went upstairs lightly, and got into the bedroom like a kitten.When she thought that no one would notice, she carefully crawled back to the bed, but a voice came from the upper bed: "Where have you been?" Mai Mai shrank into a corner in fear, and then saw Qian Ling crawling down, getting into her mosquito net, and turning on the small bedside lamp. The dizzy yellow light shone on the faces of the two girls, and Qian Ling obviously didn't sleep well all night—maybe, she spent the whole night on the upper bunk waiting for Mai to come back? Looking at Qian Ling's cold and suspicious face, Mai Mai was forced to tell a lie: "I'm scared! Before Teacher Murong was killed, I dreamed of her in the dormitory! I didn't dare to stay here, so I went back home secretly, Just came back over the wall." However, Qian Ling didn't ask any more questions, and her eyes clearly answered - don't believe it!