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In fact, apart from these bullying incidents, Allen has another problem recently.

He is always dreaming.After seeing the phantom that day, this situation has continued for three days.Seriously affect his sleep quality and class mood.

In his dreams, he would always see Joanna making a wish, on the same night, in the same fountain.When she yelled the first incantation, she also felt embarrassed and cautious, and after looking around for a while, she reverently recited the entire series of incantations and her own expectations.

As for the object of expectation, it is also Simon Pearson (he is really a huge disaster).In short, the whole picture, including Joanna's reaction, the ups and downs of each paragraph, and even the cold temperature and color of the night, are almost the same as the phantom that day.

But that's "almost."

really.If it's really the same, Alan doesn't think it's weird.The strange thing is that there are still slight changes in the dreams in the past few days. The only change exists in the sentence "respond to my affection within three days, and agree with me."The "within three days" here was changed to "tomorrow" the day before yesterday, and "today" yesterday.Counting down day by day made Allen extremely disturbed.It's like a bomb that will detonate on a certain day.

Allen thought that after counting to "today" last night, there shouldn't be a sequel - anyway, every day, he would still see Joanna, leading her cronies around to bully people.So he thought maybe these weird dreams didn't work.Compared to Joanna, he should be more worried about the innocent victims.

So, let's dream, Alan is also calm.Since he was powerless to stop those strange dreams, he would not be able to sleep well until these days were over, and he almost forgot the last time he slept well.So on this day, the so-called "today", Allen rarely prepares for bed before twelve o'clock in the evening, intending to make up for eight hours of sleep at a time.

But who knew, it was the same dream again today.

In the dream, the same scene.The night is as cool as water, and snow covers the withered rose garden in winter.Allen stood by the fountain, but he noticed that today's moon is surprisingly round and bright, and it seems to have some kind of strange magic in it, clamoring its desire to dominate the world.

Then Allen discovered that this time was different, his body was completely unable to move, and he could not even move his vision.This seems to force him to become an audience, imprisoned outside the screen, unable to make any changes to the upcoming plot, but he has to watch the entire drama with his eyes wide open.

He vaguely had a bad premonition.

Just as he was thinking this way, the scattered moonlight began to gather.Hundreds of millions of light point molecules quickly gathered towards the moon, and they flew in the air, bit by bit, making the already bright moon change from a light bulb to a dazzling white fireball.The surrounding snow also reflected strong white light, and the picture was so bright that it was difficult for Allen to look directly at it.

But he couldn't help looking.He could only watch helplessly at the strange moon, and at the same time when his strength gathered to the limit, a white light shot out, paralyzing his vision instantly.

Afterwards, Joanna appeared unexpectedly, but her appearance was unprecedentedly embarrassing.Desperate and disheveled.She was also wearing the one-piece pajamas a few days ago.But the expensive suit looked crumpled and a little torn.

She first stood by the pool for a long time, staring blankly at the fountain.Allen looked at her too, and stayed like that for 10 minutes.Then, Joanna took off her shoes suddenly, and Shi Shi ran into the pool.Allen could even hear the pushing and pushing of coins when she stepped into the pool, echoing crisply and loudly in the dark night.

A gust of cold wind swept across, and Joanna's skirt lifted the whole dress.It was only then that Allen realized that Joanna was naked except for the coat.This made Allen feel a little embarrassed, but he couldn't look away.He saw Joanna, who was out of her mind, sitting down gracefully in the pool with her skirt up.Her clothes were wetted by the pool water, showing a translucent shape, revealing a beautiful and flexible female body.

All of a sudden, Allen heard her say so softly: "Dust endures humiliation, but returns flowers. (#Note)"

The second after she finished saying this sentence, she buried her head in the pool with a smile on her face like a demon.She struggled and thrashed.At this time, the water in the whole pool, including the whole snow field, was instantly rendered a rich deep red...

Then, Allen woke up with a start.

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He opened his eyes suddenly and sat up.

Allen found that he was not in the garden, but on the bed.He looked at the concrete wall, his mind blank.Panting in shock for a while, and thinking about the meaning of this dream, the feeling of uneasiness was repeated.After a long while, he wiped off the fine sweat on his forehead with trembling hands, and looked at the clock on the wall with blurred eyes - it showed nine o'clock in the morning.

This brought him another wave of shock.

"Nine o'clock?" Allen said in disbelief.Because if he doesn't miss it, his first class will start in 10 minutes!

He hurriedly turned over and climbed out of bed, after a little grooming, he grabbed a set of clothes and put them on.When I left, I didn't forget to copy the syllabus on the table, and hurried out.He ran all the way, ready to finish the usual 15-minute journey in 7 minutes.However, the cooperation degree of the heavy snow on the ground was not high, so he was out of breath after walking for only 2 minutes.

On the way, he felt that his muscles and bones were sore today.Maybe it was caused by the nightmare last night?He thought, it seems that it is not appropriate to stay up late every day to work, and the feeling of fatigue will come overwhelming as soon as he takes a rest.

And just as Alan was halfway through the journey and was about to reach the wishing pool in the central part of the European-style garden, he saw a group of people gathered there from a distance.Some looked serious, and some had tears in their eyes.It included Principal Miranda whom I hadn't seen for a long time, some acquaintance teachers, six or seven students, and two or three police officers whose faces were completely unfamiliar.

Allen looked at the cordon that was raised around him.Frowning, he trotted over.

At this moment, Miranda was busy negotiating with the police officer. She was still so elegant, and when she saw Alan who appeared temporarily, she took the time to nod to him.Although he felt the embarrassment of being caught by the officer for oversleeping, Alan approached the crowd considering his status as a teaching staff.

But when he got so close, he opened his mouth wide in fright, because there was a wet white cloth placed by the pool, and hidden under it was a faintly visible outline of a human body!

"What's going on here?" Allen asked incredulously.

He originally thought that even if it was such a battle, it was at most just a small friction between students.After all, in this closed and peaceful town, it seems that there shouldn't be any major incidents—at least in the two months he's been here, he's rarely heard of even a single theft case.So it's no surprise that those officers who don't want to be swallowed by donuts decide to step out of the police station to deal with these frivolous cases under magnified scrutiny.

But I didn't expect that if something happened now, it would be a murder case!

"Oh, Alan, you're here." A blond man greeted Alan with a smile. "Oh, this is really a bad season, the god of seasons actually took one of my students away on a snowy night." He said emotionally, but there was no regret in his twinkling eyes.

It was Simon Pearson.

"Mr. Pearson." Allen called out politely.Seeing him, Allen recalled the visions of the previous nights and the dream of yesterday.The feeling of harboring a secret made him extremely uncomfortable. "This... what happened?" He turned his head and repeated the question just now.

"What else is there? A child ran to the pool and drowned himself because of a broken relationship." Behind Allen, a harsh voice said first.

Allen turned his head and saw an old face as expected.That was Meg Duris, the oldest teacher in the school.A head of gray hair was still neatly combed back, looking meticulous.

"Good morning, Teacher Duris." Alan took a step back and said respectfully.Meg is a teacher in the middle school. Even though she didn't appear often in the past two months, Alan always felt a little scared every time he saw her serious appearance and piercing eyes.

But Simon obviously doesn't take this set.He only glanced at Meg, then turned his head away with a smile and no words.It was interesting to watch those police officers busy documenting the scene.It seemed that instead of a horrific death, it was a Yankee live broadcast of a CSI movie.

Fortunately Meg didn't seem to care either. "I'm not surprised at all, these brats like to find trouble for nothing. It's really bad luck early in the morning." She said angrily, as if she had a deep hatred for these students. "Don't believe me, just watch. The dead man's parents will come later. Joanna's parents are not easy to get along with. Every time they step into the school, they have to dig out every brick and insult them."

She pouted: "It's just a hereditary title."

But that's not what Allen cares about. "You said, the one lying there is...Joanna Mountbatten?" He pointed to the white cloth and asked in disbelief.To him, Joanna was obviously alive and kicking yesterday, why did she turn into a cold corpse overnight?

So he took a few steps forward, and he really saw a few strands of blond hair protruding from the white cloth, and a pair of brown snow boots by the pool.Next to the boots, there is also a card symbolizing evidence.

Brown snow boots.A picture flashed through Allen's mind: Joanna took off her shoes on a snowy night under the moonlight, and walked into the fountain with absent-minded eyes...

Suddenly, Allen was a little dazed.He remembered those dreams, and the phantom three days ago.He knew that nothing happened by chance.If he had been alerted earlier, and even had more time to talk to Joanna...wouldn't she be lying here now?After all, even if Joanna is not kind and friendly, she is still a fresh young life!

Meg snorted coldly. "Shut up your sorrows, hypocritical lovelorn. Good morning I don't want to talk about a dead man, and if you really want to know more—here, her mentor is nearby, and you can ask him. I have to go before her disgusting parents come. I advise you not to keep it, because they won't miss a single target-even if you pretend to be out of your mind in front of them."

Then, she turned back to the teaching building without looking back.She usually doesn't like to talk to people, but today she made an exception to talk to Allen so much, which already exceeded her maximum amount.

"Don't worry, Alan. Meg is like this." Behind, Simon comforted.It also drew Allen's attention back. "She hates everything in this world, especially after the death of her poor daughter..." He looked calmly in Joanna's direction.From Allen's perspective, he can clearly see his handsome side face and deep eyes.

When Simon turned to Allen with such eyes, Allen had to admit that he really felt his heart beat faster.It made him a little embarrassed, but more of a daze—those eyes were so beautiful, they would turn girls completely mesmerized.Allen thought that everyone would want these beautiful eyes to focus only on him, such as... the already cold Joanna.

What is going on with her?

"Speaking of which, I haven't had a drink with you yet." Before Alan was immersed in it for too long, Simon put on that suspenseful face again. "See you at the bar tonight, workaholic," he said, brushing Ellen's curls again.Without waiting for Alan to respond, he followed Meg's footsteps back to the school building.

#Note: Thedustreceivesinsultaninreturnoffersherflowers.--"Wandering Bird Collection", written by Tagore.