Chapter 11 Boy No. 18 Mysterious Man

A mysterious man appeared at the corner of the street when you left the school gate. Thinking about it, before he appeared, there was no sign, no heavy rain, no thunder, but very suddenly, starting from a certain time on a certain day of the month, he appeared directly at the corner of the street, every day, standing there for several hours in a row. His short hair is not a hairstyle. He was wearing a waisted shirt that was often passed down by young people at that time. The shirt was placed outside, and the trousers were slightly flared. Long, no one should notice him. He was always standing by the tree on the corner of the street.After we finished class, no matter what time we passed by, he would always stand in the same position.If he were paler and put on white clothes and trousers, you could almost tell that he was a ghost trapped by that tree.

Of course he wasn't, he had nothing ghostly about him, he was a little dark and muscular, and, least of all ghostly, his eyes were quick.Every time we walked by, his eyes followed us until we turned the corner and he couldn't see us. I have studied this boy with my classmates, is he crazy?Or engage in mystery?If it is a mystery, where is his fun? One day after class, I decided to try it out. I got rid of my classmates and stayed in school until late.I passed the corner alone and found him really still by the tree, two or three hours later than I usually see him.I was a little surprised, but he looked even more surprised than I was.

Then, I did something even more surprising to him. I went under the street lamp next to the tree, leaned against the lamp pole, took out the book, and started reading with the light of the street lamp.I glanced at him occasionally, and pretended to be reading at other times. However, when I found that he was staring at me unabashedly, I gradually looked back at him unscrupulously. This weird confrontation was going on under the street lamps. The wind occasionally blows off a few leaves, and irrelevant passers-by occasionally pass by, but the confrontation has not been interrupted. After confronting each other for about an hour, boy No. 18 seemed to be angry, his long eyelashes blinked several times, and he walked straight towards me.

"Hey, classmate, what do you want to do?" He looked at me. "Then what do you want to do?" I looked back at him. "Me? I... What am I doing? It's none of your business?" The long eyelashes swished. "Then what am I doing, and what do you care about?" I asked him back. "Of course it's none of my business! I'm in charge of security in front of the residence," he said. "Mansion? What mansion?" I asked. "Vice President, don't you know? The Vice President moved to live next to your school last week. Don't you even know that?"

"How would I know such a thing?" "Go away quickly. I don't understand what the hell you've been doing here for so long. When our officer finds out and tells your school, you're dead." I put the book in my bag and left. It turned out he was a plainclothes policeman.It turns out that there are people like plainclothes policemen, and it turns out that plainclothes policemen will look like this. When I was about to turn the corner, I turned to him and asked— "Then why didn't you drive me away in the first place?" "me……" I left without waiting for him to finish.

Two weeks later, suddenly another person stood guard.Presumably he was transferred. I gradually forgot what he looked like, until one day after class, I found him standing at the school gate, and I remembered his long eyelashes again. And he said he wasn't here to stand guard this time.So we looked straight at each other again, and we both laughed.