Chapter 75 Chapter nine

Year 2014. This winter is full of smog, which is actually serious air pollution.Even in Nanming Middle School in the suburbs, it is not easy to see the distance clearly when standing on the playground. Sometimes looking out from the office on the top floor, the library attic is covered in clouds and mist. Zhang Mingsong always felt that he couldn't see the boy named Si Wang clearly. Although, last time in the small attic, the high school boy ran away in a panic, but he didn't deliberately avoid him afterwards.Several times Zhang Mingsong talked to him alone, and he was still able to answer normally and freely.When there was no one around, Zhang Mingsong would deliberately touch his fingers, but he flinched back a bit at first, but soon he stopped hiding generously.

On the eve of the January exam, he received a text message from Si Wang: "Mr. Zhang, can I come to your home to make up lessons tonight?" "Okay, wait." That night, Zhang Mingsong went home early and cleaned up. He cleaned it spotlessly, but drew the curtains tightly.He soaked in the bathtub and sprayed on strong men's perfume.He looked at himself in the mirror, and he couldn't see that he was fifty years old at all, he looked more like a refined scholar. Doorbell rang. Maoyan saw a handsome young man. Zhang Mingsong opened the door and said with a smile, "Student Si Wang, welcome."

"Good evening, teacher." Si Wang walked in very politely, this was the second time he had come here, and looked around carefully. He had just turned eighteen last month and was no longer legally a minor. Zhang Mingsong patted his arm and said, "They are half a head taller than me." The air conditioner in the room was stuffy and hot, Zhang Mingsong took off his coat for him: "Do you want a drink?" Before Si Wang could reply, he had already taken out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, opened them and put them in front of the young man.Si Wang never took off his gloves, but pushed away the beer and said, "No need, I'm not thirsty."

Zhang Mingsong went around behind him again, took off his clothes, opened his shirt to expose his chest, and said against his ear, "Let's start making up lessons." Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, almost breaking his intestines. It turned out that Si Wang had taken an elbow.Before he could resist, he was punched hard in the cheek again, and his teeth were about to fly out.He fell to the ground, staring at the stars, unable to move his hands and feet. A few minutes later, Zhang Mingsong was tied up with nylon ropes, and all his clothes were stripped off. Si Wang's face was gloomy, and the expression of a nineteen-year-old boy was as terrifying as that of a middle-aged man.He stepped on Zhang Mingsong with one foot, and said in a rude voice: "Mr. Zhang, you misread me."

"Yes, I'm sorry...Student Si Wang, this is the teacher's fault, please let me go, this is just a private matter, it's just my wish, I never forced anyone." "I understand now——in 1988, Xiaopeng, who hanged himself in the boys' dormitory of Nanming Middle School, ended up on a dead end." "Xiao Peng?" "Do you remember him? He is short, but with a very fair face, he is often mistaken for a girl." "Oh, it's him—" Zhang Mingsong seemed to be pricked with needles all over his body, "You——how do you know him?" "Two months before his accident, he always asked you to make up lessons, didn't he? Every time

In the evening, he often returned to the dormitory at midnight, and since then he hasn't spoken much, we all thought it was because of the pressure of the college entrance examination, but we didn't expect it to be because of you..." "Who are you?" "It doesn't matter who I am! What matters is what you have done in the past twenty years?" Si Wang took out an eyebrow razor from his drawer, and rubbed it on Zhang Mingsong's face. "If you don't admit it, I'll carve a few words on your face, so that as long as you go to the podium, the students can see it."

"don't want!" "Since Xiaopeng hanged himself, no one lived in that dormitory. It was empty for many years until Teacher Shen Ming moved in again. It is now the table tennis room in the school. From the day you took me to play table tennis, I just thought of his face and his dead body before my eyes." "I admit!" The eyebrow knife has almost been carved into his forehead. "Come on, is it also in the small attic of the library?" "Yes, I tricked him to go there, saying that I was giving him extra lessons, but in fact it was—" "Go on."

"I promised him that as long as he listened to me, he could improve his math score, which is crucial to his success in the college entrance examination. But I didn't expect him to think about it and just kill himself like this." "Xiaopeng is an introverted child, how could he bear such grievances? And he didn't dare to tell us, let alone tell his parents, he just killed himself like this!" Si Wang put away the eyebrow knife, " Who else?" Zhang Mingsong took a breath: "He was the first one, and then he disappeared." "I do not believe."

Si Wang rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the room, and after searching for half an hour, he finally found a hidden compartment deep in the closet.When I opened it, there were several envelopes hidden in them, neatly arranged in chronological order. "Prosecutor Shin is right—you're such a pervert!" He opened one of the envelopes casually, but Zhang Mingsong let out a desperate roar. There are a few photos in it, but it is a naked boy who looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. The corner of the photo shows the time when the photo was taken: September 1992, and the background is still in the small attic of the library.

"It really is your incriminating evidence!" Si Wang opened the next envelope, "Mr. Zhang, is this your photography hobby?" The boys in this group of photos look familiar, Si Wang took a closer look, and it turned out to be Mali! The shooting time was May 1995. He couldn't bear to look at the photos of Ma Li again, it was simply unsightly. Zhang Mingsong muttered to himself on the ground: "If these photos hadn't been taken, they would have reported me long ago after they were admitted to a prestigious university." Yes, the boys who have been victimized for more than 20 years have nightmares when they think of these photos, and no one dares to tell this secret.

There was also a note in the envelope, Si Wang took it out and read it—— horsepower: I hid in the library last night and discovered the secret between you and Mr. Zhang. I didn't expect such a thing to happen, but you should be forced, right?I don't want to see you like this, please rein in the precipice, if you don't have the courage, I will do it for you. Liuman June 1, 1995 The nineteen-year-old Si Wang repeated it three times before staring at Zhang Mingsong coldly. "You know who Liuman is, right?" At this point, Zhang Mingsong knew that he was completely screwed, so he simply opened up and said, "It was Ma Li who gave me this note." "Then, you killed Liuman?" Zhang Mingsong smiled wryly: "No, she was poisoned to death, and how could I have deceived her? Whether it was Liu Man or Shen Ming, I had sufficient alibi for the two nights when they were killed. " "I understand, you don't need to say any more!" "Siwang, you are so beautiful." Although he was bound on the ground, Zhang Mingsong looked straight at him with a strange smile. The young man looked at him with terrifying hatred, and the flames in his eyes almost burned him into coke. "You are very concerned about 1995, right? Let me tell you more things - because I am very jealous of Teacher Shenming. He is younger than me and has less qualifications than me. In terms of academic qualifications, I graduated from Tsinghua University, and I am no better than him Not so good, but because he was the son-in-law of the college president and got a chance to make it big, and I'm still a high school math teacher." "So you spread rumors at school?" "About Shenming's improper relationship with the female student Liu Man, I made it up myself, because it sounds the most credible." Zhang Mingsong actually smiled complacently, "As for the secret that Shenming is an illegitimate child, Lu Zhongyue told me in private of." "Lu Zhongyue?" "He is Shenming's high school classmate, they are best friends, and Xiaopeng is also their roommate. At that time, I didn't know why he told me this? Later, when I heard that he married Shenming's fiancée, I fully understood gone." "It turned out to be him!" Si Wang slammed his fist heavily on the wall, staring back at Zhang Mingsong, looking at his pitiful and hateful eyes, "Goodbye, Teacher Zhang!" Si Wang checked the room for the last time, and when he left, he took all the envelopes, including dozens of photos from different years. He left Zhang Mingsong alone on the floor, still naked and tied up. Even though the air conditioner was turned on, he was still so cold that his nose was running. Zhang Mingsong still didn't dare to shout loudly, if neighbors or security guards were attracted and saw his face, what would they think?He could only move his body slowly, hoping to find some tool to help him untie the rope. But what if he escaped?All the incriminating evidence has been taken away, and these photos will be handed over to the school tomorrow, or handed over to the police, or even posted on the Internet-by then his life will be ruined, and he will no longer be a respected special teacher.The boys who have already graduated back then will inevitably turn around and testify against themselves.He's going to be in jail with real rapists and perverts and... Zhang Mingsong wanted to commit suicide. Suddenly, he found that when Si Wang left, the door was not closed tightly.