There is a demon at sunrise

The blood spread out like smoke, and a boy was wrapped in the middle. He was wearing the school uniform of the attached high school, his face was pale, and he sank quietly to the bottom of the water.Zhao Yao's eyes were closed tightly, and his heart had stopped beating.The harmless lake water will gradually corrode him, and in a few days, fish and shrimp will come to nibble on his rotten flesh.As a human being, he is dead.

Blood gushed out from the wound continuously, as if to dye the entire lake in blood.

Part of the blood seeped into the mud at the bottom of the river. His blood seemed to be corrosive, and the soil seemed to have been exposed to sulfuric acid and loosened a little.

Suddenly, a crack appeared at the bottom of the river, and some green light was faintly revealed, and the light became bigger and bigger, as if someone had lit a lamp at the bottom of the river.

The green light source enveloped him gently like seaweed, Zhao Yao's body suddenly moved, like a fish with its belly entangled on a chopping board struggling to die, and a force behind him pressed against his back.The next moment, his arms dangled in the water, and were slowly lifted up by the strength of his back.

Lying on the bottom of the lake with one eye, the pitch-black eyeballs opened quietly, watching Zhao Yao go away, and slowly closed until he was sure that Zhao Yao had landed.

·

The moat is very old. People in Yicheng grew up by this river when they were young. At six o'clock in the morning, a group of old men and women were exercising by the river.Some people bump into trees mightily by the river, some old ladies dance flower fans, and some old men sit under willow trees and play saxophone.

In the voice of dear Katyusha, Lao Chen is catching dragonflies by the river, a craft that is almost lost.He dropped his net and touched the dragonfly, the water suddenly trembled, and the next moment his head popped out of the middle of the river.

Old Chen was taken aback, and the nets flew into the river. When he took a closer look, he found that it was a young man, wearing the school uniform of the attached high school.Old Chen's grandson was also in the first year of high school attached to the middle school. After recognizing him as a high school student, he began to curse, "These kids don't study well. If you swim in the moat early in the morning and eat enough, you won't be afraid of freezing."

He looked again, and felt that things were different. The clothes on the chest of the high school student were torn, and his complexion was pale, as lifeless as a dead person, and a little blue.

Old Chen thought he was drowning, so he asked: "Master, do you want my uncle to pull you up?" Well, there are still a few hundred meters to swim, so I don't know if I can hold on.

"Why don't I go find someone now." Old Chen was still hesitating whether to go into the water by himself, but he was afraid that he would lose his bones. As soon as he finished speaking, the high school student suddenly swam over by himself.His movements were quick, and it didn't look like he was drowning.

"Hey, are you happy looking for Uncle?" Old Chen said: "I think Uncle swam the moat back then, and I still wanted to swim the Yangtze River..."

At this moment, a hand suddenly touched the shore, and Lao Chen could fully see the face of the high school student. The jet-black messy hair was sticking wetly to the forehead, the eyebrows were sharp, the eye sockets were deep, and the eyelids were thicker than Ordinary people are slightly wider.If it was normal, Old Chen would probably say an exclamation, this child must be a fucking beauty.But he is not in that mood now, because the high school student raised his eyes and opened a golden pupil.

The high school student walked up to the river bank step by step, and when he was completely on the bank, Lao Chen realized that he was very tall, at least 1.8 meters above.His clothes were completely soaked, showing a strong chest and narrow waist, black hair and golden pupils, and an indescribably demonic aura.

The old man took two steps back, a bit regretful that he threw the net just now, without even a defense, and the high school student didn't seem to see Lao Chen, just passed him like this.

Old Chen turned his neck stiffly and stared at his back. He seemed to be injured and staggered a little when he walked. Old Chen saw that he was holding a lamp in his hand. It was an old-fashioned kerosene lamp from the Republic of China, but the flame It turned out to be green.

"Is this... hell?" After the boy's back completely disappeared, Lao Chen broke out in a cold sweat and muttered to himself.

·

The bathroom of Zhao Residence in Nancheng Villa District.

Zhao Yao leaned on the sink with both hands and gasped for breath. He stared at the mirror, and he felt that his body was undergoing changes, such as his current left eye.He panted heavily, and the golden pupils flickered with the rhythm of his breathing, like an old and worn-out lamp.

Is he dead or alive now?

Unsure, there was a gap in the school uniform, which happened to be where the "Yicheng High School" was printed, but the skin underneath him was unscathed. He has a scarred physique, and any small injury should leave marks on his body.

The point is, he can't go to school with such a pupil, people will regard him as a different kind, if it was in ancient times, he would be burned alive.

Suddenly, he felt a pinprick-like pain. There seemed to be some kind of electric current in his brain, and then he moved his brain little by little like a metal plectrum, making a harsh sound.His whole brain is like a broken radio, and the noise and electrical noise are acting recklessly in his brain.

"What do you want?" A voice suddenly appeared, like the whisper of a demon, Zhao Yao looked around, there was no one in the empty bathroom,

He understood, as if it were a voice in his head.

To shut up!

He hugged his head, the pain from the needles became more and more obvious, and the man whispered again: "What do you want?"

stop talking!what do i wantI want to be normal.

Just as he thought this way, the noise in his brain continued to increase, as if it had reached a peak, and then suddenly turned sharply down.

The world is quiet.

The golden pupil disappeared, and Zhao Yao stared blankly at the mirror, as if seeing himself clearly for the first time.He opened his left eyelid, it was a complete black human eyeball, there was no doubt about it.

hallucinations?

No, it's not an illusion, it's reality.

He died and came back to life with a voice in his brain saying he wanted to be normal and now he is normal.

He sat on the edge of the bathtub numbly, not understanding what happened. At this moment, there was a rush of phone calls.

Jingle Bell--

He was taken aback, and after careful identification, he realized that it was coming from the study room.

Zhao Yao stared at the phone as if he was staring at a bomb. This is a very old landline. Modern technology is so advanced that everyone has a mobile phone. Many people no longer have a phone at home.Zhao Yao has never heard the phone ring at home, this is the first time.

The phone rang fifteen times, then suddenly fell silent. Just when Zhao Yao thought he would not call, the phone suddenly blew up again. He had an illusion that if he didn't answer the phone today, the phone would keep ringing forever .

"Hello?" Zhao Yao picked up the receiver.

"Are you looking for death?" This was a very threatening sentence. Zhao Yao blinked blankly, and recognized his father on the phone, "I can't get through to you, and you have learned to cut classes?"

It's already 09:30 in the morning, the first class is over, Zhao Yao's mobile phone has long disappeared under the water, his father received a call from the head teacher asking about Zhao Yao's whereabouts, and he made countless calls to Zhao Yao. He couldn't find anyone, so he had to call home in the end. If there was no one at home, his father would probably fly back directly from Italy.

Zhao Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Something happened to me..."

Dad stopped cursing and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Zhao Yao opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, what should I say?Said that I was stabbed by someone while walking by the river yesterday, and I didn’t die after falling into the river. When I woke up the next day, the wound was gone, and a different pupil grew out. There was always someone in my head asking him what do you want? ?

If he said this, his father could send him to church to exorcise demons.

Dad sighed, it was a normal reaction for Zhao Yao to skip class, he also came here at this age.Moreover, Zhao Yao's growth experience is very different from others. Zhao Yao's parents divorced, and he legally belongs to his father Zhao Fuzhou.But his father is a busy man who has been doing business abroad. When he was young, he was able to take the children with him, but when he grew up, it was not easy to handle. He sent people back to China to study. Zhao Fuzhou still flew around the world.This father and son can go to burn incense if they can see each other once a year.

Zhao Yao basically lives by himself, sometimes his uncle will come to live with him.

Dad said: "You are now in the third year of high school, and the third year of high school is still mainly about study. I feel bad about your grades, and I don't want you to be the number one in the country. Can you give me a bachelor's degree? I will find it for you. A tutor, this tutor..."

Listening to his father's rambling, Zhao Yao gave a absent-minded hum.

"Are you listening to me?" Dad's voice woke people up across the phone line and the Pacific Ocean.

"Okay, okay, I understand, you found me a tutor, come home at 07:30 after school today, and tell me not to make noise, don't make trouble, and don't beat others." Zhao Yao repeated his words.

Dad saw that his earnest words seemed to have some effect, and said, "That's about the same. Let me tell you that this gold medal tutor is amazing. He claims that there are no students who can't teach. Can be admitted to a prestigious school, do you know how many champions he has taught? Six!" Dad said more and more exaggerated, Zhao Yao could feel him stretching out a hand to make a gesture of six without seeing him, just like A gold medal salesman in the education industry, "But he has only been in the industry for six years!"

Dad seemed to have snatched the last bundle of discounted green onions in the supermarket, and said, "I made an appointment for you for half a year, and I was lucky."

While listening to his call, Zhao Yao casually turned on his spare phone, and flipped through the information sent by his father. His name was Xie Yue, a very feminine name.This resume is exactly as written by the scammer. The tuition fee is sky-high, three zeros higher than the market price. I don't know which rich man should ask him for tutoring.There are indeed six champions on his promotional page, which are consistent with the city's champions every year, but tutoring is too personal, and who knows if it is really taught or used as a gimmick.Every year, there are quite a few cram schools looking for champions to advertise, even if he finds six at a time, he is not afraid of being exhausted.

What's more interesting is that this teacher's teaching is a two-way choice. You choose him and he also chooses you. It doesn't seem to have much to do with whether the family has money. There are also poor students among the students he teaches. As for how to pay the fees, it is a mystery. up.According to the comments below, countless students are rejected by him every year, and I don’t know how he fell in love with Zhao Yao, a waste, in order to make his career more challenging?

But... To be honest, this tutor is quite good-looking.

Zhao Yao flipped through it, and felt that he was a bit of a novelty liar, probably just taking advantage of loopholes, too many parents wanted their children to become dragons, such as his father.

"Do you know how much I spent?" Dad seemed to be still heartbroken, "It's more expensive for me to enroll you in a cram school than to raise a Xiaomi."

……

What kind of metaphor is this?

He responded perfunctorily and asked, "Do you have anything else to order?"

My dad only looks like a parent on the phone, saying: "Study hard, eat well, and you are not allowed to skip classes, do you hear me! I will let you go today. If you are caught by me next time, don't use your credit card."

He was deaf after making a phone call with his father. He put down the phone and felt a little vitality in himself.He didn't think about the tutor his father mentioned at all. He kept recalling what happened yesterday. He thought about it several times for fear of missing any details.

A girl chewing bubble gum, a man walking his dog, a man wearing a mask, a knife, falling water, a lamp, wait, a lamp?

Zhao Yao rushed back to the bathroom and looked at a kerosene lamp lying on the floor, in which there seemed to be a faint green light beating.Zhao Yao's scalp was numb, he had no idea how he brought the kerosene lamp back, as if this piece of memory had completely evaporated.