I have been following you

got windy.

A gust of cold air blew from the balcony and circled the dormitory, causing the four teenagers to shiver.

The paper on the ground trembled from the blow, suddenly flew up and landed at Ji Shao's feet.

Ji Shao's pupils shrank, he stepped on the paper, his face pale.

"Tear it up quickly." Chen Hao kept swallowing, his voice trembling, "Let's pretend we haven't seen anything."

"No." Fang Xian stared at Ji Shao's feet, urging with a white face, "Ji Shao, take your feet away, I have to put this piece of paper back before my uncle comes back, otherwise my uncle will know I took it."

Chen Hao stared, "Put it back?"

A person left a suicide note saying that she had seen someone who was already dead, and then committed suicide. She also said that the flagpole was so cold, leaving a scalp-numbing guess. People who read it wanted to dig out their eyeballs. We can all go to film.

Cui Yu frowned and looked at the stiff Ji Shao, "What's wrong with you?"

Ji Shao covered his face with his hands, wiped it heavily, and then retracted his feet, "It's okay."

"The suicide note can be forged." Cui Yu said suddenly.

The atmosphere in the dormitory changed.

Ji Shao was taken aback, yes, if someone is very familiar, it is possible to imitate the handwriting, he has seen Cui Yu imitate his handwriting, it is exactly the same, and he has never been able to recognize it.

"That's right, the police haven't issued a letter yet." Chen Hao laughed loudly, "Don't scare yourself, shit, I almost cried just now."

Fang Xian picked up the paper and was about to stuff it into his pocket when the door of the dormitory slammed.

As soon as the door opened, Fang Yi stepped in angrily, grabbed Fang Xian by the collar, "Where is the thing?"

Fang Xian raised his hand.

Fang Yi snatched the paper away and scolded coldly, "Fang Xian, come out with me!"

After he finished speaking, he glanced coldly at Ji Shao, Cui Yu, and Chen Hao, the warning in his eyes was obvious.

Even if Fang Yi didn't show his attitude, they wouldn't gossip about it outside. This is so weird that no one would believe it.

Standing on the roof of the top floor, Fang Xian bowed his head and said, "Uncle, I was wrong."

He took the initiative to admit his mistake, his tone was sincere, Fang Yi choked, touched the cigarette and lit it, "Study hard, don't think about anything else, you are not Conan, don't worry about it, there will be another time..."

"I promise I won't do it again!" Fang Xian finished his statement and asked solemnly, "Uncle, do I want to transfer schools?"

Two words popped out between Fang Yi's lips and teeth, "It's up to you."

He doesn't comment, especially after Wu Lili's bizarre death.

"Uncle, did the teacher really write that thing?" Fang Xian said, "Could it be someone else forged her handwriting?"

Fang Yi's eyes narrowed sharply, it was indeed possible.

"She committed suicide."

There was a strong wind on the roof, which made people's scalps feel cold. Fang Xian didn't want to continue this topic. He hurriedly said a few words before going downstairs, his steps were chaotic, and he almost bumped into the handrail of the stairs.

Fang Yi, who was still there, was smoking a cigarette with a gloomy expression on his face. He is a policeman who is in charge of arresting people. If there is a ghost, it is not his turn to arrest people.

Fang Yi suddenly remembered the little fortune teller he met during the day, and Fang Yi twitched his forehead.

He drove there the next day, but he couldn't find anyone. After asking around, Fang Yi got a message that surprised him. The people there said they had never seen any fortune tellers, and they didn't believe it.

If it wasn't for a piece of melon seed skin falling out of the hat of his clothes, Fang Yi would have suspected that he had seen a ghost.

None of Ji Shao and the others mentioned what happened that day, and they all swallowed it up and rotted in their stomachs.

Wu Lili died, and the school arranged for a new sketch teacher named Sun Liang, a male, southerner, white, short in stature, a bit of a pussy, and had a very good attitude towards the boys in the class, especially the tall and handsome boys .