subway tricks

Because of having to stand behind in class, Meng Xin once again observed the students who behaved incorrectly in this class.

It’s still the same as in the morning reading, the classmate who is painting is still painting, and the person eating instant noodles is already listening carefully to the girl’s story about her student experience, and the classmate who is sleeping is still sleeping.

Looking at it this way, there is nothing special about the whole class, but judging from the modus operandi and hanging method, the murderer must be a man. First of all, a girl is unlikely to be so cruel. It takes a lot of hand strength to scratch the face, and only boys of the same age can do it.

Meng Xin believed in his own judgment, so he checked carefully among the boys again.

Among these dozens of boys, the one who caught his attention was a good-looking, strong-bodied one who had just been called a sports committee member; A lively and cheerful boy; there is another boy sitting in front of him who seems to be listening carefully. There is a notebook on his desk, and he looks like he is taking notes seriously.

Meng Xin squeezed forward a bit, walked to the front row, and condescendingly read the notes written by the boy.

Looking at it from the side, he only felt that this boy was very ordinary, wearing a school uniform like the students of all other schools, ordinary, the kind who would disappear when thrown into the crowd.Thinking that he was such a public face when he was studying, Meng Xin patted his face, how could he be distracted when it was so important?

Meng Xin looked at the Chinese notes he wrote again:

[When the whole class gathers, I hope someone will notice me in the corner of the classroom.

Look, that's the one who can't remember his face or his name.The person whose name even his classmates can't remember.

The one who is average in studies, average in sports, not talkative, and no one will look at him when he walks into the classroom.

No one will call his name.Nobody cares whether he exists or not.This is me.

No matter which school or class there will be such a group of people.I belong to the lowest class of the school's racial system and I have no name...]

It turned out that he wasn't taking class notes. Looking at those seemingly dejected words, Meng Xin also had some memories in his heart. Why didn't he come here like this, especially when he was surrounded by brilliant people, his stone was even more bleak There is no light, it is not bad to be watched and trusted for the first time here.

Meng Xin pondered those words, and suddenly realized something was wrong:

This boy feels that he is unknown, so will he do some blockbuster things to make everyone pay attention to him and remember him?

Could it be that he had killed the poor little boy, and according to the deceased's brother, this was not the first time.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was psychologically compatible. If he wasn't still in class, Meng Xin would have grabbed this boy and confronted him.

But without evidence, he wouldn't plead guilty, right?

Looking at the group of nervous passers-by around him, Meng Xin shook his head, he still had to rely on himself.Why did Yu Qingcun who appeared out of nowhere disappear? If it was him, there must be a solution soon.

For some reason, Meng Xin had a kind of blind trust in him, maybe it was because he was handsome.

Thinking of Yu Qingcun, Meng Xin suddenly knew how to confront that boy.

He unfolded the note in his hand, and the six words "The Alcoholic Rose Saint" were passed around among the group of people behind him. He quietly gestured and asked everyone to help surround the boy who was still writing notes, and said He silently said the word "murderer".

Everyone behind him understood, but only the dean acted like he hadn't seen anything, listening to the girl on the podium telling her story of being bullied at school with great interest.

The author has something to say: Frustrated, I am back, spending every day preparing to disappear.

The angel who cannot be freed will finally fold his wings and fall into the abyss.

[] Duan Zhuan Zhihu, interested can check the text after copying.