I have been following you

Liu Chen pointed to the head of the bed, where two numbers were drawn - three five

"What do you mean?" Ji Shao frowned, "Is it the house number?"

Liu Chen shook his head, "I don't know."

He bent down and looked, as if scratched by a fingernail.

Suddenly there was a slight sound in the room, Liu Chen's pores stood up, and he was very nervous, "What sound?"

Ji Shao looked under the table, "It's a mouse."

Probably because they came, the mouse ran around in fright.

Cui Yu clung to Ji Shao, Ji Shao stood there without moving, rubbing against him.

There was an unpleasant smell in his nose, Liu Chen's face turned pale and pale, "Fuck, it's disgusting!"

Ji Shao scanned the room, "Liu Chen, are you still looking for it?"

Liu Chen gritted his teeth, "Look for it!"

But the problem is that I don't know what to look for.

He knelt down to look under the bed, where there was a mess of things, leather suitcases, waste cardboard boxes, wrench drivers, everything.

There was a squeak sound from the nearest cardboard box, as if someone was scratching again and again, Liu Chen held his breath, speechless in fright, and saw a mouse running out of the box the next moment.

Liu Chen's face turned pale, and he almost lost control of himself.

"There are so many mice here." Ji Shao pulled the chair to the corner, looked at the photos on the wall, and Cui Yu followed suit.

"Cui Yu, you are not even afraid of ghosts, why are you so afraid of mice?"

"Who said I'm not afraid of ghosts?" Cui Yu breathed lightly.

"I said, can you not mention that word in a dead person's room?" Liu Chen reminded them by biting the dead person.

Ji Shao coughed and said nothing.

The room is not big, tables and chairs, beds, wardrobes, these are almost full.

Because of the mouse, Cui Yu didn't touch anything, put his hands in his pockets, and only gave his thoughts when Ji Shao needed him.

"There are quite a lot of clothes." Ji Shao looked at the somewhat messy wardrobe, and when he was about to close it, he found a checked travel bag. He paused before opening the bag. There were T-shirts, shorts, swimming trunks, and a The train ticket, the destination is Sanya, Hainan, and Zhang Dahu is going on a long trip.

Ji Shao picked up the train ticket, the date on it was the second, the day Zhang Dahu died.

His back felt chilly, and he was going to Hainan that day, so how could he commit suicide?

"Take the ticket with you."

There was no warning in the voice next to his ear, Ji Shao had goosebumps, and he wiped his face fiercely, "Don't you speak without panting?"

Cui Yu moved closer to Ji Shao and let out a breath.

Ji Shao, "..."

Not long after, the three of them couldn't stand the rancid smell, and wanted to leave after staying in Zhang Dahu's room for a while.

"Liu Chen, did you close the door?"

"No ah."

When Liu Chen answered, Ji Shao's hand was already on the door, his face changed, and he tried to pull the door hard, but he couldn't pull it open no matter how hard he tried.

It was as if...a hand was pulling at the door.

When Liu Chen saw the situation, he also changed his face, "I'll wipe it! Can't I get out?"

Ji Shao didn't respond, and switched to his left hand to pull the door. During the attempt, his middle finger was accidentally pricked by a rising wood, the skin was torn, and there was faint blood oozing out.

Seeing this, Cui Yu, who had been standing there without doing anything, immediately took his hand out of his pocket, frowned and said, "You broke your finger again."

There was distress in the gentle tone.

Ji Shao didn't care about his skinned fingers at all, "Liu Chen, come here."

Liu Chen took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and pulled hard, but the door remained motionless, and his facial muscles began to tremble.

It was even more terrifying when I went to look at the room, especially the photos on the wall. Zhang Dahu was looking at them, as if laughing at their stupidity.

Cui Yu wrapped the bandage around Ji Shao's finger, "Let me see."

With a gentle pull, the door opened.

Ji Shao and Liu Chen, "..."

They tried to close and pull it, easy, the goddamn thing just now.

Without chatting too much, Ji Shao and Cui Yu went back to school.

Ji Shao didn't bring his mobile phone. He went to the dormitory to check and found that Xu Qian had called him and sent him a text message, telling him that the teacher had called the roll call.

"Where did you two go?" Chen Hao was brushing his sneakers in the pool, "I thought you eloped."

He always made jokes about Ji Shao and Cui Yu without thinking about it, it was because the aura of those two people was too sticky, and they were all bubbling.

Ji Shao climbed to the upper bunk and lay down, and said casually, "I went shopping."

"That's still elopement." After laughing, Chen Hao's expression became serious, "There are still thirteen days until number two, I plan to ask the counselor for leave, stay at home, and come back when I have nothing to do."

The atmosphere in the dormitory is a bit stuffy.

Cui Yu sat on the chair and took off his shoes, "It should be fine."

"Really?" Chen Hao turned his head suddenly, "Cui Yu, how do you know?"

Cui Yu chuckled, "I guess."

Chen Hao rolled his eyes, stretched his neck and asked, "Ji Shao, did you and Xu Qian blow it up?"

"Huh?" Ji Shao uttered a sound from his nose, and there was no more to say. It made Chen Hao's necks sore before he heard the snoring.

Chen Hao had a face full of shit.

When he went out, he saw Cui Yu also went to bed, and couldn't help but say, "It's not dark yet, why are you both asleep?"

"A little tired." Cui Yu spread out the quilt and lay down.

As soon as the door of the dormitory was closed, Cui Yu opened his eyes. He stared at the balcony, narrowing his slender eyes.

Suddenly, the curtains on the balcony shook violently as if blown by a strong wind, and then returned to calm in an instant.

Cui Yu sat up, turned his head to look at Ji Shao, he put his hand on Ji Shao's frowning eyebrows, and stroked with his fingertips.

On the other side, when Liu Chen was going home, he bumped into a boy halfway, and something fell out of his pocket, smashing a hole in the mud.

On the ground is a mirror, the size of half a palm, simple and old, with the back facing up, engraved with many cumbersome and interlaced runes.

Liu Chen was taken aback when he lowered his head, wondering, why did he bring this broken mirror out of Zhang Dahu's room?

"Handsome guy, I see your seal is black, it's very fierce..."

Liu Chen's nerves are particularly sensitive recently. When he heard the big murder, his face turned black, and even the nonsense can make him startled. He deliberately looked around, "Who? Who is talking!"

The boy said, "...me."

"Yo, it's you." Liu Chen compared his height, "Sorry, I didn't see it."

He snorted and left the boy behind.

"Why is it like this, how handsome is he?"

The boy shrugged, picked up the mirror, wiped it with his fingers, and the next moment all the dirt disappeared. He smiled inexplicably, and put the mirror in his pocket.