It's hell, my lord

Seriously, He Xian basically belongs to the type who will never move his nest even if the sky falls.Zhu Xingchen had no choice but to break the steamed stuffed bun into small pieces like an old mother, and feed the steamed stuffed bun with a mouthful of soy milk.Zhu Xingchen didn't stop until He Xian waved his hand, expressing that he couldn't eat anymore. He said with emotion: "I feel that I will be a nanny in the future."

"It's no wonder you don't gain weight because you only eat this shit for one meal." Zhu Xingchen nagged, "Eating while watching the computer is not good for digestion. Aren't you teaching the graduate class? What else are you teaching? "

He Xian finished the materials with great difficulty, and stretched his waist: "The scores in the classical Chinese test are high, so I sorted out all the required tests. I didn't have the qualifications to be a teacher in the third year of high school. Now that I'm here, You can't kill the flowers and bones of the motherland, can you?"

"Then I am a representative of the scourge of the newborn sun. Their former math teacher sends me a ppt every day, and also sends a voice every day to make me emphasize the key points. Every day at ten o'clock, they will ask me if I have finished the investigation? When will I leave? I am old and dedicated." Influenced by him, I don't dare to gossip in class anymore, it's like ruining someone else's treasure." Zhu Xingchen said with a smile.

He Xian smiled and said, "Actually, I don't think it's suitable for me to be a teacher, and there must be a lot of lectures in the class. I might as well change my career to treat insomnia."

"Hahaha...By the way, I want to ask you something, did Zhou Xiaohui in your class have any abnormalities before the accident? For example, he received a strange invitation letter?"

He Xian closed the computer, thought for a while and didn't have any impression: "Do you think I usually pay attention to the lives of the students when I have nothing to do? You can go and interview their dormitories about this matter."

"Okay, by the way, tomorrow is the weekend, we have established a relationship anyway, and the process will not be satisfactory if we don't make an appointment." Zhu Xingchen ate up the rest of the buns.

He Xian: "This is my third year in high school. Is it still a private school if you don't have classes on Saturdays? Besides, who has established a relationship with you?"

Zhu Xingchen pinched his face lightly, and couldn't help but said with a smile: "Okay, you are so arrogant, then it's a deal, the appointment is on Sunday, don't be late."

Seeing that He Xian was about to refuse again, Zhu Xingchen hurriedly interrupted him: "Oh, I know, I know, I won't ask you to go mountain climbing, square dancing and other strenuous activities, I know you are lazy."

He Xian: "No..."

Zhu Xingchen turned his face, with a pair of serious eyes that were completely different from her own, and winked at He Xian, pretending to be innocent: "You just obey me once."

"Please let go, it's disgusting."

"Okay?" Zhu Xingchen's natural bandit voice is really creepy, and it has the taste of "bandit version of small fists hitting your chest".

He Xian: "Get lost."

"Okay~" Zhu Xingchen acted like a baby even more, his hands were too strong, He Xian felt his head was stuck by 502, forcing him to watch Zhu Xingchen's "spicy eyes" performance.

In the end, he had no choice but to say: "Okay, let go first."

At noon, Zhu Xingchen went to Zhou Xiaohui's dormitory. Several students held almost the same opinion as the girl in the morning, so Zhu Xingchen's trip did not have any unexpected gains.

In the afternoon, Zhu Xingchen was in the third class. The students were somewhat tired, but what he saw on the faces of the students was not only burnout, but also a kind of absent-minded panic.He opened the blackboard, turned on the computer first, and asked, "Where is your class monitor?"

A student in the front row murmured, "The monitor is also suffering from that... sleeping sickness."

"And Wei Zhanhong, neither of them came."

"It's so scary, will it be my turn tomorrow?" The girl's question is also what most people in the class are worried about now. It didn't happen to them in the first place, and they weren't so panic-stricken, but now two people have fallen down. One, it would be abnormal to remain indifferent.

Zheng Chengfeng was also killed?Then the previous speculation that the person behind the scenes tampered with the feng shui pattern to protect Zheng Chengfeng was overturned.So whether the executor behind the scenes has anything to do with this incident, Zhu Xingchen is also at a loss now.

After the class, Zhu Xingchen asked the class representative to send out the two test papers, and casually posted a Weibo with emotion——Crap, just thought the case could be understood, but the most important clue was torn off.Then, he added an emoji of "Dancing Demons" that he secretly took for Zheng Chengfeng and his roommates in the dormitory. Zhu Xingchen also added a line of red text on the photo: It is better to dance than to solve the case.

Unexpectedly, Bai Xuan, who was not doing his job properly, replied almost instantly: "If I'm not mistaken, I saw the kid in the photo last night, but he appeared in the form of a spirit body."

"What?" Zhu Xingchen quickly dialed the phone: "Did you see him last night?"

Bai Xuan: "Last night, I drank a little wine and slept with some beauties before I planned to go home. At that time, it should be around three o'clock in the morning. I was walking on the street, and suddenly a spirit body bumped towards me."

Bai Xuan reeked of alcohol, and his peach blossom eyes with tear moles were covered with thin anger: "This road is so wide, you are a ghost? Didn't you have eyes when you were alive?" Waiting for him to take a closer look, Only then did I realize that it was a living soul, a soul that was forcibly drawn out of a widow.

The living soul has no consciousness, and can only move forward aimlessly.But this living soul is different, he seems to be drawn by something, only following one direction.And the short-sleeved shirt this person is wearing is Zhu Qi's school uniform.

"So I just looked at him a few more times. Fortunately, he is not the usual good-looking but uniquely ugly, which makes a deeper impression on him."

Bai Xuan followed him all the way, and before he knew it, he had reached the downstairs of the house that Zhu Xingchen rented.Before he had time to be surprised, Zheng Chengfeng disappeared in a flash, even Bai Xuan's inhuman sense of smell could not find this ray of living soul, he seemed to be integrated with this place, there was no definite smell of him anywhere, but Everywhere.

Zhu Xingchen didn't think Zheng Chengfeng's going to his house was very strange, but the feng shui pattern of his community was here, and the connection of two abnormal places made it even more impure and difficult to explain.

At night, when Zhu Xingchen went to cook for He Xian, he briefly mentioned this matter. He Xian was not reading a book, walked around the kitchen a few times, and ate several fried meatballs in one breath.Zhu Xingchen saw it and said, "Don't you like greasy food?"

"I see that you are very happy every time you eat. I tasted it and found it was not bad." He Xian sat at the dining table, some things had been left on his mind for a long time, and they all became chronic diseases of the tarsal bones. It was swallowed by him again.

"Is there such a possibility? I'm assuming that all the people suffering from 'sleeping sickness' were summoned there. You also said that Zhou Xiaohui's body is just a shell. The feng shui pattern of the male dormitory may not be to protect Zheng Chengfeng, maybe it is to protect other people? After all, they have all stood by Gao Lan before." He Xian took a sip of Zhu Xingchen's freshly squeezed orange juice, and continued: "Of course someone may want to protect Zheng Chengfeng, but It failed for reasons beyond our control."

The shovel in Zhu Xingchen's hand stopped. What He Xian said made sense, but decades of companionship in that life gave him a certain understanding of He Xian. He didn't dare to say everything, but at least he could express it in one sentence. His meaning and his emotions are still a little bit under control.

And whether it's his secretive eyes behind the lens, or the habit of holding something in his hand when he's nervous, even though his tone couldn't be calmer, and his expression couldn't be better disguised.Zhu Xingchen still saw it—he had something to hide from him, and he knew something.

But Zhu Xingchen still picked up the dishes as if nothing had happened, He Xian didn't want to say, or even dared to say, he just pretended not to know.

"It makes sense, my Xiaoxian is really smart. I'll go back there later, maybe I can find some clues."

The author has something to say:

It’s just a holiday today, and I’ve been playing with my phone all morning, and now my conscience realizes that I’m going to fight [-] a day today!Hmph, if I give up halfway...I'll just...so be it.