Chapter 3 Chapter two

I believe that death is foreshadowed. In the two weeks before he was killed, death, like overripe red apples, rushed to Newton one after another... On Monday, June 5, 1995, at six o'clock in the morning, I was awakened by screams outside the window. I thought it was a voice from a nightmare, and I haven’t heard it again for several years. I struggled to get up, but I couldn’t do anything, as if someone was pressing heavily on my body—many people have had similar experiences, and it is said that this is the “ghost pressing bed”. Here he is again.I saw a face, a face blurred in the darkness, set on the torso of a strong man.Like when I was a child, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't make a sound, it seemed to be strangled.

The second, third, and Nth screams came from outside the window, changing from a shrill female voice to a rough male voice... These piercing yells saved my life. In the early morning light, the face in the nightmare disappeared, leaving only the poster pasted on the bedside. Maradona was holding the Hercules Cup. He was the only idol in my boyhood. This is the boarding Nanming Senior High School. Looking out from the window on the fourth floor, there is a girl in white lying on the roof of the school library. Although it was a hundred meters away, I recognized Liuman at a glance——Liuman, whose body was distorted out of shape, was frozen on the roof motionless, and her long black hair was spread like a waterfall among the red corrugated tiles. I remembered seeing countless all over the place.

she died. Liuman is a student in Class Three (2) of Senior High School, and I am her Chinese teacher and head teacher. My name is Shen Ming—Shen Ming, Shen Ming. Three years ago, I just graduated from the Chinese Department and was assigned to work as a teacher in Nanming Senior High School, which is the school I am most familiar with. I just put on a pair of trousers and a shirt and rushed out of the bedroom.The whole building resounded with the noise of the boys, and most of them saw their classmates die unexpectedly for the first time.I fell down the corner of the stairs and climbed up frantically, without feeling that my forehead was bleeding.

The school playground is quite spacious, with a standard football field in the middle, a track and field track outside, and a large oleander forest full of bright flowers in the back. Anyway, there are plenty of open spaces in this wilderness. Ten years ago, on this track, I won the men's 100-meter championship in the school sports meeting. I bared my chest, spread my legs and sprinted with all my strength, and time stopped suddenly, as if there was a bottomless river between me and the library.Behind is the girls' dormitory, screaming and crying one after another, the girls are lying on the window, but the focus has shifted from the female corpse on the roof to my back as I speed across the playground.

1 minute and 20 seconds, from the dormitory to the library. The school building of Nanming High School is relatively new, with the exception of the small two-story building of the library - it was here many years ago, and there is also a traditional Chinese Xieshanding, with a small attic on the roof, and no one has ever gone up there.This mysterious attic window occasionally lights up faintly in the middle of the night, and it has become a great place for ghosts and legends in the school. When I came to the second floor, which was full of paper and ink, the whole library was empty, except for the dead people on the roof.

Climb another flight of stairs, and the wooden door of the small attic is locked with a latch from the outside.I pulled the latch and pushed the door open, facing a dark room with glare from the narrow window. Bright light, piled with all kinds of old books, the dust makes people cough, accompanied by a strange smell. The windows are wide open. The wind messed up my hair, and I turned out the window without hesitation—on the roof of the library, with tiles and a few tufts of grass under my feet, a girl in white clothes and black hair was lying on the floor. I stumbled and touched it, slipped on the soles of my feet and almost fell, and heard the exclamation from the girls' dormitory from a distance, and a tile fell in response, and my body was smashed downstairs.

I saw Liuman's face clearly, the most beautiful girl in Nanming Senior High School was also the one with the most gossip, and the most scandalous gossip was about me. From her stiff and distorted expression, it can be seen that she died in great pain, her eyes widened to face the sky, was she looking at the moon or a shooting star at the last moment? Or the murderer's face? Why do I think this is a murder? Still, the way she died was beautiful. Like a plucked rose, it is gradually withering in a unique posture. I am afraid of death, but I am not afraid of the dead. I carefully bent down and touched Liuman's neck.The screams in the girls' dormitory became more and more frightening and miserable. I don't know if the image of me in their hearts has become more masculine or more terrifying?

I touched it—only the skin of a dead person can be so cold, and it also has a unique stiffness. Although I was well prepared, I slipped and fell on the tiles, kicked my feet back a few inches, and my fingertips felt like they were electrocuted, as if they would rot in just a moment. I have issued Liuman's death notice on behalf of the doctor. Suddenly, two tears fell from the corners of his eyes. These were the most reasonable tears for a high school teacher, especially the head teacher of the dead girl. Liuman and I lay side by side on the roof of the library, like two corpses.I couldn't see the stars or the moon, only the dark morning sky, where the souls of the dead seemed to float.Through the turbid and gloomy air in the big playground, she was hiding in a gap between a bunch of girls in a certain window of the girls' dormitory, looking at me very calmly.