Chapter 72 Chapter Six

June 19, 2013. The eighteenth anniversary of Shen Ming's death, the closer ten o'clock in the evening, Zhang Mingsong became more restless, and the blood flow in his body accelerated, almost spurting out from the capillaries.He simply took off his shirt, knelt down on a futon, drew a six-pointed star on his chest, and made some strange gestures - it is said that this can reincarnate people's souls. Over the past year, he paid the most attention to Si Wang in his class. This boy actually had an affair with a female teacher, which resulted in Ouyang Xiaozhi being expelled from the school. Zhang Mingsong, as the class teacher, also made a public review.At the request of the principal and parents, he quietly observed Si Wang, especially during the summer vacation, and found that the child was playing muay thai in the fight club all day long, and he beat the sandbags very fiercely until his legs were covered with blood.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Are there any make-up students today?He looked at the schedule to make sure there was no one else, which parent came to give the gift again? Zhang Mingsong got dressed, put away the futon on the ground, opened the door casually, and saw a strange face. The other party was an old man in his sixties, looking at him coldly. "You are?" In an instant, he seemed to think of this face. One afternoon in the library more than ten years ago, and countless times on the subway, in the green belt at the gate of the community... June 19, ten o'clock in the evening.

He was just about to scream, but before he could close the door, the other party picked up a wooden stick and hit him heavily on the top of his head... When Zhang Mingsong woke up, it was already an hour later. Thick curtains were drawn in the room, and books were piled up everywhere, but the floor was tidied up, and the furniture was hardly covered with a layer of dust.He was curled up in the corner of the bedroom, his hands and feet were bound and he couldn't move, his mouth was blocked with a rag, and his forehead was burning with pain. Shen Yuanchao's face was quite ferocious, he was walking back and forth with his collar open, holding a wooden stick, like an old butcher.

"It's great that you finally woke up!" He grabbed Zhang Mingsong's neck, making his face flushed red, "Listen! I know that if you let go of your mouth, you will scream and attract the security guards. Nodding or shaking your head is fine, but no lying!" Zhang Mingsong nodded in fear, and the other party continued to interrogate: "You are a murderer, aren't you?" He shook his head violently, only to receive a slap in the face. "There are Masonic signs in this room. Who do you think you are? The President of the United States? You're a pervert who studies witchcraft and paganism, aren't you?"

Shaking his head again, he was hit on the head again. "On June 19, 1995, you killed Shenming, right?" Zhang Mingsong almost swallowed the rag in his mouth, and shook his head desperately with veins. "Still lying! Eighteen years, I can't wait any longer—tonight, it's time!" The old prosecutor raised his stick again, "Since you use a knife, then I will use a stick , perhaps more mercifully." In fact, killing with a stick is more brutal than killing with a knife. Just when Shen Yuanchao was waving the wooden stick, and Zhang Mingsong closed his eyes and was almost incontinent, the doorbell rang.

The stick was put on the ground, and Zhang Mingsong came back with a breath, convinced that it didn't hit his head. Shen Yuanchao is fixed like a sculpture After stopping, the doorbell rang three times in a row before he quietly walked out of the bedroom and returned to the back of the entrance door. A dull voice came from outside the door: "Prosecutor Shen, are you inside? I'm not a policeman, I'm Ah Liang." "Ah Liang? Why are you here?" Only through a door, the boy outside whispered: "I am a ghost, I can go anywhere, tonight, I know you will come to find him."

"Ah Liang, this is my business and has nothing to do with you. You'd better leave quickly." "As I said - I will kill that evil ghost with my own hands to avenge my father. If you don't open the door, I will call the police now! Or go directly to the security guard at the door." The door opened, although it was only a small crack. There was almost no light in the gap, and only a vague figure could be discerned. The boy rushed into the room and locked the door again. Shen Yuanchao took a few steps back: "My child, I will not give you the chance to kill someone."

"Thank you, Prosecutor Shin. You want to prevent me from taking my life. At worst, you will bear the responsibility alone. But I am a ghost, and I am not afraid of the laws of the world!" "How did you find it?" "Half an hour ago, I received a call from your daughter—she said that you went out this morning and haven't come back. You also left a letter to her, saying that on this night eighteen years ago, my brother was murdered by an evil ghost. Killing, today must go to revenge." "But I didn't say who I was going to find?" "Shin Min is a good girl. She asked me for help because she didn't know. She was very afraid that her father would kill someone, and you are over 60 years old, so you will definitely be in danger. But she dared not call the police, regardless of whether you actually killed someone or not. You may be locked up by the Public Security Bureau. I immediately promised her that I will take you home tonight."

"you know?" "Besides Zhang Mingsong, it is impossible for you to find another person." Before the words were finished, the boy broke into the inner bedroom. Zhang Mingsong panicked when he saw him, isn't this his student Si Wang?Actually with the gangsters? "Are you sure he is that evil spirit?" Si Wang turned back to the old prosecutor and pulled out the cloth from Zhang Mingsong's mouth. Fortunately, he could only make a hoarse voice and didn't have the strength or courage to scream, "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry. ,I'm late." The high school student squatted in front of the head teacher, carefully examining the wounds on his body.

"Are you here to save him? You know him too?" Shen Yuanchao's eyes widened, and he picked up the stick to hit him.Si Wang stood up fearlessly, snatched the stick from his hand, and slammed it heavily on his own head. His forehead was bleeding. Shen Yuanchao and Zhang Mingsong were dumbfounded by this idiotic move. "Yes, I'm here to save him." He let the blood slide down his cheeks and flow into his lips. Suddenly, Shen Yuanchao remembered that at this moment eighteen years ago, blood was gushing from Shen Ming's back, and he really wanted to experience the feeling of bleeding and death.

"Son, you're not a ghost, are you?" "Ghosts don't bleed, only living people feel pain." He wiped the blood on his face, and he looked hideous, more like a ghost, "I will follow up and investigate the person you tied up. After three years of killing him, I believe he is not the murderer who killed Shen Ming." "You sound like a cop!" "I'm sorry, I lied to you. Officer Huang Hai's biological son A Liang died of leukemia a long time ago. It's just that I look very similar to A Liang, so Huang Hai recognized me as his godson. My name is Si Wang, the commander's son. Si, Wang Wang, my father's name is Si Mingyuan, my mother's name is He Qingying, I study in Nanming High School, and I will be in my third year after this summer vacation, and this person is my class teacher." "But why are you doing this?" "For the dead Police Officer Huang Hai—he is like a father to me. I have read all the case materials, and the murderer who killed your son is someone else!" "Why?" "I know who that person is!" Shen Yuanchao was silent for a long time, and finally his body softened.Si Wang took the opportunity to untie Zhang Mingsong, and at the same time whispered in his ear: "Mr. Zhang, please don't take revenge or act aggressively." "Thank you! Classmate Si Wang." He is very honest, constantly moving his muscles and bones, hiding in the corner, neither running away nor shouting. Si Wang hugged the old man who was kneeling on the ground: "Tonight, I came here not only to save this man, but also to save you - if you kill him, then you will become a sinner and even be sentenced to death. I don't want to see the day you get shot! What happens to your daughter if you die?" "For eighteen years, I have been thinking about him every moment, not for a minute, but more and more clearly. I owe him a lot in this life, and I never repaid it when he was alive. I just want to To atone by avenging him, even at the expense of my old life. His face...you won't understand." "You are wrong, the dust of eighteen years is too heavy, you can no longer recognize it. Even if you kill this person, you will not be resurrected, just give up." The tearful Shen Yuanchao bowed his head and said, "I've been persuading myself for years. Now, are you finally going to give up?" Si Wang helped Zhang Mingsong up: "Mr. Zhang, he will no longer cause you any danger, but please promise me one thing." "Please tell me." Zhang Mingsong tremblingly grabbed him as a straw, "You agree to whatever you say!" "What happened tonight, on behalf of this old man, I apologize to you. He just missed his dead son too much. Please act as if nothing happened! Don't call the police, okay? As long as you promise, Si Wang is willing to do it for you anything!" "Okay, I promise, let the past go, let the grudges go away with a smile!" Zhang Mingsong still spoke politely at this time, Si Wang said in a low voice, "Thank you! I will repay you!" Then, he grabbed the old prosecutor: "Let's go!" By the way, he took away the wooden stick and the rope that bound Zhang Mingsong, all of which will become incriminating evidence. The two hurried out of the room on the seventh floor and left the community in the dark. The security guard didn't pay much attention, thinking that they were the father and son who came to find Teacher Zhang to make up lessons. After hailing a taxi, Si Wang gave Shen Yuanchao's address exactly. At 10:30 in the evening - at this moment eighteen years ago, Shen Ming was already a dead body. Along the way, Shen Yuanchao didn't speak, his hair was disheveled, and he stared blankly at the night, imagining the pain of being killed and the boundless loneliness after death. "Please promise me that you will not do this again in the future—let me do the revenge." "But you're still a child." "Actually, I've grown up a long time ago." Do not know why?Shen Yuanchao suddenly remembered more than thirty years ago.Perhaps the older a person is, the clearer the memory of his youth... "Actually, Shen Ming is my illegitimate son. He and Shen Min are half-brothers, and his mother died when he was seven years old." "I know." "I remember that on May 1 Labor Day, when I was not married, I took Shenming to People's Park once. It was the happiest day when he was a child. He rode on the merry-go-round, bought five-cent balloons, and drank twenty-cent bottles. Orange juice..." "I haven't forgotten." "Son, what did you say?" The old man looked into his eyes suspiciously, but Si Wang turned his head away from the window, the hair on the back of his neck stood up slightly under the glare of the streetlight. The car drove to the entrance of the community, and he accompanied Shen Yuanchao to the flower bed downstairs. The windowsill on the fourth floor was still lit.If he doesn't come back, Shin Min will wait all night. "Eighteen years ago, on the Qiqi day after Shenming's death, I even invited a Taoist priest to come to the window to summon his soul." "You are an old Communist Party member, a staunch dialectical materialist, why do you believe in this?" "Someone told me that the place where my son was killed was very dark. The ghost after death will be trapped underground forever. Only the soul-calling can bring him back. At least you can come and see me in Duanqi, and then I will Reincarnated as a newcomer." Shen Yuanchao spoke very seriously, I don't know if he is confused or has changed his faith.In fact, it is just nonsense that someone cheated money. While accompanying him up the stairs, Si Wang said softly, "I'm sorry, I've been lying to you for the past two years." "It's okay, I'd rather it be true than have a chance to see my son again." In the corridor, the young man held his hand tightly, the slightly warm palm that was sweating, it was truly the palm of a living person: "There are no ghosts in the world, please don't look for the ghost of Shen Ming anymore!" While speaking, Shen Yuanchao bowed his head and took a step back when he arrived at the door of the house. He must have had no face to face his daughter, but Si Wang rang the doorbell for him. Shen Min quickly opened the door, first she saw the boy's face, and then embraced her father ecstatically. When she dragged her father into the house, Si Wang ran down the stairs quickly. Shen Min wondered if he was really a ghost?