Chapter 12 Eleven, Mr. S

It is a terrible thing to be obsessed with something all the time. But compared to deliberately forgetting something, the pain of this obsession is nothing. Several days have passed since the summer vacation.Regarding Mr. S, neither the teacher nor the police contacted me again.The newspapers could not find any reports related to Mr. S.This may be because the police have not released any investigation conclusions.It's not that I don't understand the reason.It must be because it is still uncertain whether Mr. S is really dead.However, the search appears to be continuing.Patrolling police cars are often seen nearby, and the traffic lanes driving out from here are also constantly checking from morning till night.The interrogation continued endlessly, which proved that the matter had not made any progress.

"Another strange animal death was found in N town" I saw headlines like this in the local section of the newspaper.On that small map, marks were added where the kitten's body was recently found.That's the place I know - the open space where I saw the kitten's dead body near Mr. S's house that day.The Nature newspaper also published details of the cat's dead body with its legs broken and soap stuffed in its mouth.However, the reason for all this is still unknown. Every morning I started when I was woken up by my mother's high and shrill voice: "Xiao Meixiang, mother is gone!" After confirming the sound of closing the door, I immediately jumped off the second floor bed and opened the window of the room , Then either go downstairs to find breakfast from the refrigerator, watch TV while eating, or dig out an ant nest in the yard.In this way, it will be noon before you know it. If Meixiang says "hungry", then eat lunch.There is a lunch covered with plastic wrap on the table every day, but it is always for one person.From the day Mr. Iwamura and the police came to my house, my mother almost never prepared lunch for me.I can't touch the lunch served in Baby Doremi's bowl with Baby Doremi's chopsticks and spoons next to it.So, after taking care of Meixiang and eating lunch, I still had to open the refrigerator and search for something to eat.

Several days passed like that, and there was only one thing I could do with all my heart—forget. What I want to forget is that on the day of eating curry rice, my father suddenly stared at the gesture and expression in the dark corner of the corridor.I still want to forget the footsteps that stopped suddenly in front of the toilet door that day.And what I want to forget the most is the face of Mr. S that I saw when I opened the door. However, I can't forget it.The more I kept saying to myself "don't think, don't think", the more Mr. S's image filled my mind.The Mr. S in my mind is pale, walking staggeringly for a while, and suddenly shouting for a while, turning translucent...

Maybe I shouldn't force myself to forget so much. It was a sunny noon, I was sitting at the dining table in a daze, and Meixiang suddenly made a suggestion to me.She hesitated and said, instead of doing this, it would be better to take Mr. S's face and heard Mr. S's footsteps that I saw that night as illusions.Does this make you feel better? That is to accept everything that has happened as a joke. "It's hard to do. I wish I would think so. But anyway, I can't think it's an illusion. Because I did see Mr. S hanged. Didn't my father also say that people die? Will there be a soul?"

These words of mine are like me, hesitating and hesitating. "But, it's been a week. Brother, you're always like this—" Mei Xiang stopped suddenly. "Why aren't you talking?" I looked at Meixiang. "Nothing." Mei Xiang replied softly. After that, we fell into silence.I know what Meixiang is thinking, and I know that what she thinks in her heart should be the same thing as me.As if to match our silence, the sky outside the window gradually darkened.It was the worst possible moment when the clouds covered the sun.I don't know when, my sight has moved away from Meixiang and landed on a certain point on the wall.There was a calendar hanging there, with a huge doremi baby holding a bug net in both hands on the upper half, and thirty-one dates in July on the lower half.

Today is July 27th.And I saw Mr. S's body on July 20th. "Don't worry about it." Meixiang said briskly. "Don't care? Don't care what?" "It's nothing.—But it's best not to mind." "Why don't you care about anything?" "Don't worry about it anyway, okay?" "Not good! I always say don't care, don't care, what are you telling me not to care?" "Anything. Don't care about anything." "Of course I care!" ... We were face to face, just looking at each other like that. "Did you hear anything just now?" Meixiang asked in a low voice.I also replied in a low voice, "I heard you."

"where?" I didn't answer Meixiang's question, but moved my eyes to the other end of the restaurant, which is the place connected to the stairs leading to the second floor.I always felt that the voice I heard just now belonged to Mr. S, as if it came from the second floor. "I gonna go see!" I stood up, went to the stairs, and looked up.The door of the children's bedroom where Meixiang and I shared was kept closed.I went up the stairs.Because I was too nervous, I felt weird under my feet, and the stairs felt like I was stepping on a sponge or something.Stepping up the stairs, I felt my heart beating like an animal in the inner rib cage.

Walking up the last flight of stairs, holding the doorknob, I swallowed again involuntarily.Turning the lock on the door, there was nothing unusual in the room, and there was no one there.I watched cautiously up, down, left, and right. floor.Bunk bed.table.Chair.bookshelf. His legs were shaking non-stop. Armpits full of sweat. window.curtain.wall.ceiling. Difficulty breathing. My heart felt cold for a while. (Excuse me...) It was as if the blood in the blood vessels of the whole body was released at once, and the consciousness was blurred for a moment.But I still opened my eyes desperately. Mr. S's voice.But can't see him.I can't see him anywhere.Only giggling came from the other side of the wall.

No, it's not the wall, it's the window, the window - no, it's not the outside... "Ah, Mr. Taoist!" Mr. S's body—— Still shaking like that.Blown by the breeze blowing in from the window, small circles were drawn on Mr. S's body. "Long time no see. Although it's only a week." I was speechless, just staring blankly at Mr. S hanging from the inside of the window at the door. "Are you startled? Hahaha, are you startled?" Mr. S's voice was harsher than when he was alive.Kind of like the sound streaming from a small radio. "How do I look like this? Is it suitable?" Mr. S turned around, and his head that was originally facing down is now facing up.The tiny legs moved frequently, Mr. S climbed up three centimeters along the silk he spit out, and stopped there.Then he faced me and said, "I, I've become a spider!"