Chapter 13 Chapter Ten Cruel Love Under the Umbrella (Part 1)
Life is something that cannot be seen or touched. It does not mean that energy can be measured by a certain standard. However, since the history of human beings has been recorded, most people agree that life is actually a form of expression that can be measured.It has a certain capacity, as long as it is exhausted, human beings, step by step, and all creatures in the world will die.
Only in this way can a universal phenomenon be explained.
For example, some people smoke, drink, and take drugs, have very bad living habits, and have unhealthy work and rest schedules. Such people should have been sentenced to death by health experts, but some of them live far longer than ordinary people.
Therefore, life must have its quantification, and everyone does.
For the first time in his life, Yang Junfei felt deeply about this, because the girl on her back was constantly consuming her life, so when he heard the voice of Silent Night, the old man with a deep sense of powerlessness seemed to hear the sound of nature .
He hurriedly asked in an excited tone: "Why didn't you answer the phone this morning? Forget it, it's okay, I have something difficult, help me!" "The case in my hand has not been settled yet, and I almost died just now. "
Ye Buyu said listlessly, as if he was sitting comfortably, with his legs crossed, "Do you want me to come over?" "No, when you come over, the flowers are all gone."
Yang Junfei shook his head, and recounted in detail what happened from yesterday to today in a dignified voice.
Ye Buyu on the other end of the phone listened quietly, and was silent for a long time, "In this way, the theory that the infrasound waves from the ceiling fan affected the students in the second class is completely wrong. Indeed, the infrasound waves cannot make a hand that has been separated from the human body work." Come here, and connect with Xue Qian's vitality with some unimaginable power."
"Of course. What should I do? Qianqian is about to die!" The old man couldn't help it, and was almost hysterical again.
Ye Buyu laughed nasty, "Hey, that girl is very important to you? I've never seen you in such a hurry!" Without being at the scene, we can only make basic judgments.”
Ye Buyu spoke intermittently, as if he was thinking.
Yang Junfei did not rush to speak, but waited quietly.He was standing by the Bitou River, with Xue Qian on his back, standing quietly like this.The water in the Bitou River is very fast, and there is a rushing sound of "哗啦啦".
"It seems that we accidentally ignored some things!" After three minutes, Ye Buyu spoke again, "Everything should be judged back to the beginning. What did the students on duty do more than ordinary students! You have to think through it.”
"But obviously there are no students on duty for the past two days."
Yang Junfei retorted.
"It is true that there are no more students on duty, but that is only in a broad sense. At most, the students on duty no longer perform their morning and evening cleaning duties. After the ceiling fans are removed, they will not turn on the ceiling fans for ventilation. However, the students on duty , or carry out the last work in the order arranged before."
Ye Buyu uttered three words softly: "Wipe the blackboard!" Yang Junfei was taken aback for a moment.
Xue Qian, who was about to fall into a coma on his back, heard it, and struggled to get close to his ear, and said weakly: "Brother-in-law, I remember. I have seen that hand on the blackboard."
"What do you mean?" The old man hurriedly asked.
"That hand, a similar graffiti suddenly appeared on the blackboard. I wiped it off, but at that moment I suddenly felt shaking like an earthquake, but the students around me didn't respond at all, so I didn't care."
The girl spoke very hard.
"Blackboard, it turned out to be a blackboard!" Yang Junfei also came to his senses.That's right, after the abolishment of the duty student system, the only thing left to do with the students on duty every day is to wipe the blackboard.There must be something wrong with the blackboard in the first and second classes of high school! "Xiao Ye, thank you very much. I will treat you after returning to Canada and have a good meal. That's it, bye."
The old man hung up the phone hastily, and hurriedly called the old principal.
"Hey, Mu Chu, why are you calling so late?" The old principal's haggard voice was hoarse.
The old principal recalled for a moment: "It should be more than two months ago."
"That's it, do you remember where you bought it?" He fell into deep thought.
The dead people in the second class were replaced two months ago, and the blackboard was also replaced two months ago. The timing is right. Judging from all the circumstances, it is definitely this thing that has the problem.
"I don't know, I have to ask the procurement."
There was some embarrassment in the voice of the old headmaster, "But Procurement died two months ago."
"Well, I'll look into the shopping list. Get some rest early."
Yang Junfei hung up the phone, and suddenly thought that Fang Xi and others were still inviting Die Xian in the classroom of the second class, and couldn't help shivering.There was a bad premonition in my heart.
He looked at his watch, it was almost eleven o'clock, and immediately dialed Fang Xi's number in a hurry.
"Hello, Teacher Yang?" Fang Xi's voice came through the radio waves.
Yang Junfei didn't care about being polite, and yelled at him with all his might: "Fang Xi, get out of Class Two classroom and tell everyone, don't touch the blackboard, let alone wipe it!" But the old man didn't know, he called It's too late to call.
Please Die Xian is one of the supernatural games that junior and high school students love to play most.
When I was a student, everyone had strong curiosity and the mentality of blindly following the trend. When a game flourishes, people will play it. , will push himself to the brink of life and death.
Some things are not as simple as just playing around.Doing anything, no matter whether you are ignorant or not, you need to pay a price. No one can survive in the face of unknown forces just by pleading.
Fang Xi and the other four were going to sneak into the classroom of Class 1 and Class 2 at 10:30 in the evening.They were all grinning, showing no tension at all.
Wang Siliang is also among them. She loves mysterious things very much and has a strong mouth. So when her friends Zhou Wen and Xu Hui invited her, the girl agreed without hesitation.
Walking into the classroom, Zhou Wen and Fang Xi were busy preparing the supplies for Die Xian.Xu Hui chatted with Wang Siliang aside.
"Did Die Xian also invite four people last time?" Wang Siliang asked curiously.
"Yeah, but now it's just the two of us."
Xu Hui's voice was a little sad.
Wang Siliang sighed, "Maybe this class is really cursed, otherwise how could seven people die in two months."
"You are lucky, you will be free soon. I don't know when my parents will listen to me seriously and let me transfer to another school."
Xu Hui's tone was very sad, "Siliang, when are you leaving?" "It's the last day of class on Monday. After school in the afternoon, I will transfer to Gaoshan Middle School in the neighboring town."
Wang Siliang is not complacent.
"Oh, I'm so envious! I don't know if I will be the next one to die. Everyone in the class is panicked."
Xu Hui's tone became more mournful.
"Get ready to start."
Fang Xi interrupted their conversation.
In fact, apart from being mysterious and fun to invite Die Xian, the process seems a bit boring.The four used a more Western approach.In fact, a long time ago, the so-called Western Die Fairy was very popular in Europe, even more popular than the Monopoly game. Westerners improved the spirit summoning game that turned the East.
Use a Ouija board to divination and summon ghosts.Numbers and letters are engraved on the spiritual tablet, and the querent asks questions like ghosts, the props used to write the spiritual tablet.
The spirit board was prepared by Fang Xi, and he said triumphantly, "This thing has a long history, and it is also a common prop used by Europeans to catch ghosts."
"I used to stay in the UK with my dad, and that's when I got this board. You don't know that there are more than 500 ghost hunting companies in the UK, and ghost hunting has formed an industrial chain. London Financial Street Behind them, there are full of advertisements for hunting ghosts."
This Ouija board does look very old, and it seems mysterious at first glance, making it impossible to suspect that it contains supernatural power.
Under the flickering candlelight, the four of them used this thing to summon ghosts for more than half an hour, but they only got some meaningless letters.Finally had to admit.Die Xian did not invite, the game failed.
The four who wanted to know from the mouth of the ghost whether something was causing trouble in the second class were naturally very disappointed.The three girls left Fang Xi depressed and took a step first. When Fang Xi packed up his things and was about to leave, he suddenly found something drawn in the lower right corner of the blackboard.
He moved his head closer.I saw the cold moonlight shining in, reflecting the classroom white.The dim light was absorbed by the black of the blackboard, and there was an indescribable weirdness.
The lower right corner of the blackboard, which should have been unclear, was clearly visible.There is a small graffiti on it, very ugly, like an umbrella.
The so-called umbrella is actually just a line drawing, with a long umbrella handle dragging under the triangle, usually used by prank classmates to write the names of a man and a woman on both sides of the umbrella handle, indicating that they are there. Communication is also the most common way of disseminating messages in schools.
"Who is scribbling on the blackboard!" Fang Xi muttered, looking around in the darkness.When he turned his gaze back, he was suddenly stunned, and saw two names written on the left and right of the umbrella handle: Fang Xi and Wang Siliang.
Fang Xi was taken aback. There were no two names under the umbrella of the scribbled graffiti just now, but how did they pop up in the blink of an eye? Could it be that he misread it?And, who the hell wrote it?He blushed a little.
I really like Wang Siliang, but I never mentioned it to anyone. Could it be Zhou Wen and Xu Hui's tricks?The two girls are weird and very suspicious of committing crimes.
At this moment, his phone rang suddenly, and he was startled, and he wiped off the love umbrella on the blackboard with his hands guilty.
It was Teacher Yang who called, and he yelled loudly over the airwaves: "Fang Xi, get out of class two classroom. Tell everyone, don't touch the blackboard, let alone wipe it!"
"What's the meaning?"
Fang Xi was a little confused, he stared blankly at his hands covered in white chalk dust.
"Don't ask so many questions, did you encounter any abnormalities when you invited Die Xian?" "No."
He shook his head, "I didn't even invite the farts out. Everyone was very disappointed, and Zhou Wen was even a little nauseous!" "It's fine, where are you?" I want to publicize the things I drew on it, and then explain that after tomorrow, Wang Siliang will transfer to another school, so there is no reason to disturb her mood.That relationship should be buried deep in my heart.
"on the way home."
The boy was talking on the phone while leaving the classroom.
The door was closed, and the blackboard was quietly inlaid on the podium, illuminated by the moonlight, reflecting dark and evil light.
Yang Junfei finally sent Xue Qian to the hospital. Since her vitality was severely lost, she should be able to support the girl for a longer period of time if she supplemented with various nutrients through drips.During this time, he must dig out the secrets of the blackboard and get rid of the root of the curse!So taking advantage of the night, he returned to school.The pointer of the watch has already pointed to twelve o'clock, and the quiet campus is like a different world, which looks particularly hideous.Because he didn't want to make a big deal out of it, and he didn't want to be discovered, Yang Junfei went back to the dormitory to get a flashlight.
As soon as I went back, I saw Teacher Xu Weiwei sitting in front of the door of her room, with her head buried between her knees, as if she had fallen asleep.
"Teacher Xu?" The old man didn't know what she was doing, so he gently pushed her shoulder.
Teacher Xu was awakened immediately. She sneezed a few times, rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked up, finally seeing Yang Junfei in front of her clearly.She quickly stood up and straightened her messy clothes, "Are you back?" "Ms. Xu is waiting for me? What's the matter?" Yang Junfei asked strangely.
"No big deal. Just wanted to talk to you."
Xu Weiwei seemed hesitant.
The old man seemed to have guessed something, frowned, "Wait until tomorrow, I still have some things to do urgently."
After speaking, he opened the door and entered the dormitory, stuffed the exquisite tools of the detective agency into the special clothes, and left in a hurry after finishing.Outside the door, Xu Weiwei was still waiting patiently, with no intention of returning to her room at all.
"Ms. Yang, where do you want to go? It's so late!" she asked.
"There is something urgent, I have to go out."
The old man couldn't explain it to her at all, so he waved his hand and prepared to go downstairs.
"Are you going to see classmate Xue Qian?" Xu Weiwei plucked up her courage and said in a moderate voice, "I saw this morning that classmate Xue Qian came out of your room early in the morning. This is too abnormal. That kid comes to you every night, is there something between you?" "Nothing."
Yang Junfei categorically denied it, but there was a wry smile from the corner of his mouth, and he was indeed discovered.
"Teacher-student love is not allowed by the society. If the public finds out, Teacher Yang's future will be over!" Xu Weiwei persuaded earnestly, "Before it is spread, I will come back if I sever ties with Xue Qian earlier. And. I am strict with my mouth and will never spread it, but it is not certain if it is seen by others.”
"Thank you, Mr. Xu, for your concern. I have a sense of proportion."
Yang Junfei felt a little dizzy, and he urgently wanted to end this meaningless conversation.Every second that Xue Qian's life is delayed, she will take one more step towards the edge of death, and the time left for him is no longer enough.
"But……"
What else did Xu Weiwei want to say, but the old man decided not to pay any attention to it, so he stepped up and left resolutely, leaving her standing there dumbfounded, watching his back as he left alone.
Xu Weiwei felt wronged. She looked at the tall, safe figure and realized that the man was getting farther and farther away from her. Perhaps she had never touched his real side at all, and perhaps, she would never have this chance.
For some reason, tears flowed down her cheeks involuntarily, more and more, unable to stop.Finally, crying came out along with the tears.
Yang Junfei naturally didn't see this scene, even if he saw it, he was so anxious that he didn't have time to pay attention to it.In a sense, he was more cold-blooded than he imagined.He only cares about the people he cares about, and only saves the lives he cares about.
He quickly walked into the classroom building and came to the classroom of Class 1 and 2 of Senior High on the sixth floor.
Open the door, and the quiet classroom can be seen under the light of the flashlight.There were sixty-nine people in the second class, seven of them died, and there were sixty-two students left. Rows of seats were quietly lurking in the darkness, and the podium silently spoke of the oppression of the night.
Yang Junfei has experienced many things, and he feels that even sneaking into the undiscovered Egyptian pyramids is easier than this place.Ever since he subconsciously knew that there was some kind of supernatural power in the classroom, he would feel an inexplicable weirdness when he looked at any position in the classroom.
He nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and came to the blackboard.The dark blackboard continuously absorbs the light from the outside world.The position of the podium is probably the darkest place in the classroom.The old man looked left and right, but he still couldn't find anything weird on the ordinary blackboard.
This is a flat and fixed blackboard that can be seen everywhere, and it should use the benzene nitrile press-spinning process.On this blackboard, Yang Junfei writes and draws every day, and never thought that the instigator would be this thing!He tapped it with his hand, and the sound was swirled thick, not hollow.
I really don't have a clue, and I don't know if I should take it off and burn it.After all, it was related to Xue Qian's life, so just to be on the safe side, he called Ye Buyu again.
When it was connected, Ye Buyu was eating, and just listening to the sound of chewing made me feel very fragrant and pleasant.
"I don't suggest that you destroy this blackboard recklessly."
After hearing his thoughts, Ye Buyu immediately said, "Because there are too many unforeseen circumstances. If you destroy the blackboard rashly, you can't guarantee that Xue Qian will be rescued, and even more terrible consequences will be caused."
"So, now you should find a way to get the blackboard down and store it in a place where no one can touch it. Then investigate to see where the blackboard came from and what the story is."
Yang Junfei thinks so.He called the principal and asked him to call for security.It took him and the three security guards on duty to remove the heavy five-meter-long blackboard and place it in the sporting goods storage room behind the indoor playground.
After finishing this urgent matter, he went to the financial office and transferred the purchases of the last three months.Soon, Yang Junfei found the detailed introduction of the blackboard installed in the classroom of Class 1 and Class 2 of Senior High School.
The blackboard was indeed made of benzene press-spinning technology. The base material was the same-sex laminated board with a thickness of about 30 millimeters. The coating on the blackboard was 2 millimeters thick.The frame of the blackboard is made of brown aluminum alloy with a thickness of 10mm, and the frame of the blackboard is made of aluminum alloy with a thickness of 5mm, which is streamlined and cornered with ABS.Mosaic, fixed on the plane of the wall.
The manufacturing unit is "Diji Plate Supplies Company", which is located in a small village 50 kilometers west of Bicheng.
Yang Junfei printed out this list and looked at his watch.It was one thirty-five in the morning, and there was no use going to that village now.It was Monday when he first came to Bicheng, and it was already Sunday after Saturday, so it was better to go to the hospital to see how Xue Qian was doing, and then rush to the village to investigate.
He rubbed his sore temples, the bright moon hung high, and the cold moonlight made the whole world a silvery white.His mood was also confused by the moonlight.
He didn't dare to inform Xue Qian's parents, fearing being recognized, and he couldn't bear to let them see his second daughter's haggard state, hovering on the verge of life and death.For them, he still has a deep sense of guilt.
Qin is like this, so is her sister, Yang Junfei is very powerless.When he came to the hospital, seeing Xue Qian's supposedly youthful and beautiful face lose its luster, his heart ached beyond words.
He stroked the girl's hair.The girl woke up with a start, and opened her eyes with difficulty, "Are you back?" "Yeah."
Yang Junfei nodded, "I found some clues, maybe tomorrow I can undo your curse."
This is purely a comforting word, and even he doubts how much truth there is in his tone.The girl smiled, "That's good. Can you hold my hand, cold."
The old man stretched out his big hand to cover the girl's small and soft hand.Those hands were really cold, as if they had been frozen in the refrigerator.A very incongruous cardboard box was placed on the side of the hospital bed, inside which was the strange hand that stole the girl's vitality like a death charm.
The girl was very tired, and after speaking a few short words, she fell asleep again.Yang Junfei just held her hand like this, lay his head on the edge of the bed, and slept very unsteadily for several hours.
On April 26th, just after dawn, Yang Junfei, who had slept for less than three hours, hurriedly drove towards the location of Diji Plate Supplies Company.
Diji board supplies company, through the old man's network, he only found some very one-sided information.This company was established three years ago. It is said to be a company, but its scale is only the size of a workshop.There are less than ten employees, and the manufacturing machinery used is also very old. The legal representative is a 40-year-old middle-aged farmer named Bian Du.
Yang Junfei obtained a certificate of quality surprise inspection through unofficial channels, and entered this small workshop grandiosely under the sincere compliment of the company manager.
The factory building is very small and very smelly. If he was really a quality inspector, he would have issued a warning and ordered them to suspend business for rectification.The manager was the middle-aged man named Bian Du. He kept looking at Yang Junfei's expression carefully, and found that the investigator had a grim expression and serious eyes, which seemed difficult to dismiss.
So Bian Du secretly gestured to the property.The treasurer immediately understood. With a smile like squeezing a stool, he handed a thick square object wrapped in newspaper to Yang Junfei in a hidden position, and said politely: "I don't know if you came to visit suddenly, It’s really not a good greeting, please accept this small gesture!” Yang Junfei frowned, naturally he would not be so stupid as to answer it.He retracted his gaze and took out the list in his pocket.
"This time I came here mainly because Yueyun Middle School purchased a batch of blackboards from you two months ago. There is a problem with the quality, so someone complained."
"No way, the company is still very confident in the quality of that batch of blackboards. The composite boards are all made of high-quality sawdust and materials!" Bian Du secretly wiped his cold sweat.
"I don't care about that. Where did you get the raw materials from? Do you have a list?" Yang Junfei asked.
"Of course there is."
The manager hurriedly motioned for the accountant to get it, and the accountant came back not long after he left, and handed the old man a long list of documents.He looked it over and found nothing strange.There are many materials that can be used to make a blackboard, but the main one is homogeneous laminate pressed from sawdust.
"Where do you get your sawdust?" Yang Junfei closed the list and asked.
"It's the sawmill next door."
Bian Du answered quickly.
"Take me to see."
After thinking about it, he made a request.
The manager is very strange. After the general investigators come here for inspection, the unqualified ones will be sealed up and fined. There has never been an in-depth inspection of raw materials like this time, but the information is not fake. I really don’t understand.
Bian Du served this unusual investigator more carefully. Yang Junfei went to the sawmill for a stroll, and asked the staff of the sawmill to drive a tractor to drive him to the place where the trees had been harvested all the time. piece of forest.But I was busy until after two o'clock in the afternoon, but I still didn't find any abnormalities.
His mood became heavier. He thought that he could find out the answer by investigating the source of the blackboard, but now that he couldn't find the answer, he became even more confused.Is there a problem with the blackboard in the manufacturing process, or is there a change in the transportation process?It is puzzling!Unable to find a result, Yang Junfei had no choice but to drag his exhausted body back to Bicheng.Before I got to the school, I heard the chaos around, and a circle of people surrounded the gate.The special police stationed nervously in the playground, and the school gate was cordoned off.Countless onlookers who watched the excitement surrounded the door tightly.
The old man suddenly had a bad feeling, and he quickly called the principal.
As soon as the principal connected, he screamed again and again: "Mu Chu, something is wrong. It looks like our school is going to end. No matter how I try to cover it up this time, I probably won't be able to cover it up."
"What happened?" Yang Junfei asked in a deep voice.
"A male student in your class kidnapped another female student by extremely cruel means!"
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