villain public enemy

"Eric, I guarantee that Joss definitely didn't do it on purpose," Professor Charles stood by the window, through the light blue glass, he could see the figures of Joss and Scott under the tree, his tone Sincerely, if not seeing the smile on his face, no one would doubt his sincerity.

Eric's deep and hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, "So, it's just a coincidence that you snatched three mutants before us in a row?" He raised his tone, trying to make Charles feel that he is now How angry.

Charles and Qius waved their hands and said, "Maybe." He replied casually. Compared with the number of students that Eric grabbed before, Qius was far behind.

Eric was silent for a while, and said, "Charles, will you punish Qius and the others?"

"Of course, I'm not the kind of person who shields students." It's rare for Eric to be deflated, and Professor Charles couldn't be happier.

"I believe in you" bullshit!Eric hung up the phone.

Charles looked helplessly at the phone in his hand. Eric's temper has been really grumpy recently. Could it be because of menopause? He rubbed his chin and thought, no matter what, he had to express his attitude to Eric so that he wouldn't blow up up.

As soon as the thought came to him, Professor Charles asked Qiu Si and the others to come to the office.

Qiu Si and the others looked at each other, and Qiu Si secretly blinked at Scott. Based on his understanding of Professor Charles, this state was not angry at all.

"Cough cough!" Professor Charles coughed heavily. When is this, he is still throwing dog food!This is when school is a zoo!

"Jose, you are responsible for what you have done!" Professor Charles said sternly, "For this, you will pay the price by cleaning the storage room and the room at the corner on the third floor this afternoon."

Qiu Si breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he was not punished for copying school rules and regulations, he could say anything.

The cleaning of these two places is very laborious. There are often all kinds of things piled up in the storage room. As long as you push it away, you can see that it is covered with dust everywhere, and even the air seems to be filled with dust.

And the room at the corner on the third floor.

There is an extremely terrifying legend about that room. According to legend, at 12 o'clock in the evening, the door will open by itself, and then a white ghost will float out of it, and anyone who sees him will die.

This legend has obviously been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and Jean, Poppy, and Kurt silently took a step back.

"Okay, then leave it to me and Scott." Juss put his hips on his hips, twisted his neck, and relaxed his muscles and bones.

He is not afraid of this horror legend. Leaving aside the loopholes in this story, this story was made up by him to scare people. Since this is the case, it is even less likely that he will be afraid.

Scott knew this too, and he and Juce exchanged glances.

Holding the cleaning tools, Scott and Juss went up to the third floor. Although the door lock was old, it opened with a click after the key was inserted.

Gently pushing the door open, Jus peeped in and took a look inside. It was very dark inside, the curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could come in, and the air smelled of rotten wood. When he stepped on the floor, There was a "creaking" sound from underneath.

This seemed to be a room that no one had been in for a long time. Qiu Si walked over and wanted to open the curtains. Just as he touched the curtains, the originally intact curtains suddenly shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

The gentle sunlight comes in directly from the window, as if opening a dusty memory that has been buried for a long time.

On the left hand side of the room are two white beds, and in the middle there is a black bedside table with complicated patterns, and an oil painting is hung on it.

Scott stood in front of the painting. The scene of the oil painting was this room, and the smiling people standing and sitting were two boys with similar looks.

One of the boys was a little older, about sixteen or seventeen years old, and he looked very much like Qius.

The other boy was younger, and his eyes had been lingering on the boy sitting on his left. Just from that vivid gaze, it was enough to tell that the relationship between the brothers must be very deep.

Qiu Si couldn't help but be attracted by the painting, and he recalled the previous dream in his mind - chasing and slapstick boys, familiar faces, that feeling of intimacy...

Inexplicably, he stood on tiptoe dejectedly, took down the painting, and wrote a line of words on the back of the oil painting: To my favorite brother: Jos Xavier, I believe you will definitely come back!

The handwriting is profound, as if the person who wrote it is strengthening his confidence in this way.

Qiu Si stroked the handwriting, his eyes were dazed, he was like a person who was suddenly told that he had lost his memory, and this memory was about everything about himself, about his family, about his joys, sorrows and joys, but everything Everything has long passed, no matter what, there is no way to recover those who have left.

"Jose, Joce," Scott called, rousing Joce from his dazed state.

Juss came back to his senses, and he put the oil painting back. At this moment, the drawer of the bedside table suddenly made a "click", revealing a slit, which looked like a diary.

Juss opened the drawer, sat on the bed beside him and opened the diary.

"Jose has left, and my father and mother have sent out to look for them. They let me stay at home, but I feel that only I can find Jos. He always hides in the place we agreed-a small tree hole in the forest. I'm going to bring him back and apologize to him, I shouldn't have lied, and if I hadn't, Jus wouldn't have been beaten by Daddy. I'm going to find him."

"I searched all over the forest yesterday, but Qiu Si wasn't there. Where would he go? Dad was in a panic. Mom cried in the room all night. Mom couldn't find him with witchcraft. Will he..."

"Someone said they saw Jos's shoes and some wolf hair and a small pool of blood deep in the woods. Mom passed out and Dad called the doctor, but I don't believe Jos is dead. I went to the doctor yesterday. I didn't see any of this when I was in the forest, Juss is very dangerous..."

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"I had a dream last night. I dreamed that Zeus came back. He was wearing his favorite dark blue shirt. He made fun of me again as soon as he walked in the door. In the dream, I got into a ball with Zeus again. , Mama tearing us apart, Papa was smoking a pipe, he looked at us with a smile and said to me, Joshua, kick Joshua in the shin. Joshua made a face at Papa and ran away. I I chased after him and shouted, "Brother, don't run." I watched him run farther and farther, and finally disappeared. I couldn't find him no matter how I looked. Later, when I woke up, I found that the pillow was already wet. "

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"I'm afraid I'm going to die. Recently, I always recall things when I was a child. Juce was always very naughty, but every time my father wanted to hit me, he was the one who protected me and made my father blow his beard and stare. Mom When she died, she kept shouting Qius's name. She died crying in the end. After that, my father became more and more depressed every day, and he died a few years later. When he died, he didn't say anything , but I think he is thinking about him, otherwise, why would there be tears when Dad closed his eyes? I think he must be very regretful, regretting what he did back then, and I also regret..."

"Tick tock" a tear dripped down the tip of his nose onto the paper, and the long-ago handwriting was smeared, like a mess of memories.

Juss wiped away his tears, picked up the diary and walked out, Scott quickly chased after him.

After they left, a milky white ghost appeared in the empty room. The ghost looked very old, and it was not difficult to see that it was somewhat similar to Qiu Si, "Brother, you must live well." A hoarse voice ringing in the room.

Professor Charles pushed open the door and looked at the ghost. He didn't seem surprised at all. The milky white ghost nodded to him and said, "Help me take care of him, great-grandson."

Professor Charles nodded slightly, and the milky white ghost gradually became transparent and disappeared in a short while.

In the oil painting, the younger boy suddenly shed a tear.