How did Xiao Ming die?

The college entrance examination is over, midsummer.

While taking a shower, I answered a phone call from my classmate.

"What are you doing?" My Great Northeast characteristic opening sentence came from the other end of the phone.

"Come on, take a bath and wash half."

"Going out to pack?"

"What are you doing?"

"Go to the Internet cafe, fuck, karaoke, Brother Qian said to show us his girlfriend tonight, and have dinner together."

"No." To be honest, it was a bit cold for me to stand in the living room naked.

"What's the matter, brother Ming, it's too embarrassing!"

"It's boring, there are three major items in Tiantian Internet Café, karaoke hall and restaurant, Dayao, can we order something else?"

"Middle, middle, yes."

"What?"

"Poke the billiard ball!"

I hung up the phone.

Since the end of the college entrance examination, this whole person has been empty.

Before the exam, I looked forward to the beautiful new life of the holidays every day. After the exam, I even lost the revolutionary enthusiasm to liberate myself.No interest, no interest, no interest in playing anything.Just thinking about whether this group of people can save a game, and then go back to the old teaching building of the third year of high school to teach.

A little sad.

I walked to the bathroom trembling, and the phone was on again.

This time it wasn't a phone call, but a text message, "Going out?"

Who is this?

I swiped open my phone and saw, hey, it turned out to be my deskmate.

To know that my deskmate can take the initiative to find someone else to go out, that is really a great anecdote, you can post it in the class to show off.

I was very excited, and I didn't bother to pick the full keyboard of my phone, so I just sent out a video application.

I regretted it when I sent it out, naked, with foam all over my head.

After connecting, I really saw the flash of disgust in my old friend's lens.

I opened my throat and said, "Hey, Tongtong, I didn't expect you to be alive. You disappeared for so many days after the holiday. Why did you think of asking you, brother Ming, to play with me?"

My old colleague glanced at the screen and was actually typing.

"Mom, you don't even bother to open your mouth! I can't see you typing on my mobile phone." I said angrily.

The deskmate glanced at the screen again, and then he unilaterally ended the video call.

The video window of the mobile phone exited, and I saw the string of words he typed, "Come back to the third floor with me for a nostalgic moment."

Eh!This counterpart!

I replied with an exclamation point, which he understood.

Putting down the phone, I went to take a shower.

After changing clothes, I went downstairs with a popsicle in my mouth.Our school is just across the intersection in my community, so I squatted under the shade of a tree by the side of the road and waited for him.

The guy at my desk is a pain in the ass, he doesn't use a cell phone.

He arrived almost as soon as I finished the Popsicle.

Today is the weekend, and the first and second graders don't have classes. Except for the dormitory area, the campus is very empty.

My tablemate and I enjoyed another meal of the school's signature pot-wrapped meat in the cafeteria, and walked to the teaching area contentedly.

There are four teaching buildings in our school, side by side.

Senior one, senior two, senior three each occupy one, and the fourth building is the laboratory building, which is dedicated to music and art experiments.

Between the four buildings, each floor is connected by an open-air corridor. I used to go there to enjoy the breeze.

I followed behind my deskmate, "Old Tong, the third floor of high school was cleared after returning to school last time, this building is sealed, how do we go in?"

My deskmate walked silently and ignored me.He walked to the window of the women's toilet on the first floor and raised his hand.

Then the window was pushed open by him.

Whattamathis!

I can't!

The cleaning aunt deducts the wages!The building is closed, why don't you even check the windows!

My deskmate looked back at me and told me with his chin, let me go up first.

This doesn't mean that the pussy is first, I think he might not be able to get in.

I can't go up either.

Both of us are top students, and our bodies are top students.Kidney deficiency is very.

So, the two of us with kidney deficiency crawled up and down, twisting and dragging each other to get in.

He doesn't have the slightest vigor of a young man!My clothes are all dirty and crying!

The same table is big but still looks awesome.He obviously has brick dust on his chin, what the hell!

The first floor is the women's restroom. It's the first time I've come here. It's a bit new, so I simply went to the restroom.

I walked up to my deskmate with my pants up, "I'm so excited!"

My deskmate told me to wash my hands quickly.

When I turned on the faucet, I heard two squeaks first, and then the water flowed out after a few jams.

Blocked?

"It feels like the water is going to be cut off!" I said, "Why is the water flow so thin...I'm subpar!"

I couldn't help exclaiming, because when I put my hand in, the water was bitingly cold.

My deskmate heard me scolding my mother, leaned against the window and said leisurely, "What's wrong?"

"It's so cold!"

"The pipes are cold."

I muttered in my heart, the water is cold in winter because the water pipes are cold, but the water pipes are cold in summer?

After a simple flush, it was too cold, like the feeling of the outdoor water pipes being frozen in winter, my fingers hurt!

My deskmate despises me for being slow and has already walked out of the toilet.As soon as I was about to chase him out, I heard a rattling sound from the window that my deskmate was leaning against just now.

"What are you dawdling about?" He was impatient at the door.

"I...wait for me!" I glanced at the window, saw nothing, and ran out to chase my deskmate.

The first floor and the second floor are classes [-] to [-]. Our seventh class is on the third floor, and then eighty and ninety classes are arranged upwards in turn.

There are two stairs in the teaching building, and my deskmate and I took the inner one.

Climb to the third floor, just passing the open-air corridor.

I am slightly short-sighted, and I often stand on this open-air corridor to enjoy the wind during the big class break, and I am far away for a while.

This promenade is very popular among girls, and many girls like to come here to chat.I stood there for a while, basically knowing which girl had a crush on which boy on this floor.

What the wind brought into my ears was not what I listened on purpose!

But after the second half of the third year of high school, I was probably the only one who still often went there to have a hair dryer.

Because people died there.

I wanted to go back to the corridor again, so I tried to open the door that closed the corridor.

Unsuccessful.

That's right, if the building is closed, the corridor on the third floor will naturally be closed.

I was a little disappointed, so I followed my deskmate to the classroom.

"My brother, do you remember that a student died here before?"

"When?"

"It's the 100th day of the college entrance examination. I remember it very clearly. I wiped the blackboard that day!"

"do not remember."

"No way! He fell to his death from the open-air corridor on the third floor during the big class break! The whole grade group was blown up at that time, and then it was rumored for more than a week! How could you not know!"

My deskmate turned to look at me and asked, "What's your name?"

"what?"

"What's the name of the student who died?"

"what……"

Looking at the indifferent face of my deskmate, I felt a sudden burst of self-loathing.

Regarding the tragedies unfolding around them, people made expressions of distress and panic, and talked about it in rhetoric.

With the mentality that it has nothing to do with them, they played up this tragedy over and over again, and in the end, what death brought them was not sadness, but an exciting conversation.

After the matter is over, one more thing to add is that it is a pity that he died at a young age.

No one cared what the dead man's name was.

They just need to know that next time they want to talk to others, they should add a sentence at the beginning, "Hey, did you know? Someone died in our school..."

When I came back to my senses, I was sitting where I used to be in the classroom, and my deskmate was drawing on the blackboard with chalk.

I asked him what do you draw?

He continued to draw, but his paintings were not good-looking, like ghost symbols.

Then he suddenly asked me, "What happened later, was the case solved?"

I was so happy, I said Brother Zhen, you are really a god, the whole school was talking about this at that time, how could you not know at all?

I told him that the case had not been solved until now, and the police said that he might have slipped and fell, because it snowed that day and the corridor was very slippery.

"It's over?" My deskmate frowned.

"Yes." I should.

"The school didn't file a lawsuit?"

"No. The cause of death was determined to be accidental, and..."

"And, he doesn't have family to come to school, right?"

As soon as my tablemate finished talking, I also felt that things were not simple.

At that time, everyone was busy with the college entrance examination. As soon as this incident happened, the depressed candidates were really ready to gossip. Later, as time faded and the college entrance examination approached, everyone forgot about this incident.

But after thinking about it, it seems that this case is really nothing.There was no detection and no family charges.

This is life-threatening!

My deskmate drew for a long time, and asked me to wipe the blackboard. I was not happy.

He said he was in a hurry to go to the toilet and left.

While cleaning the blackboard, I was thinking about the case just now.

After wiping, I suddenly found a 100 drawn on the upper right corner of the blackboard.

My deskmate drew this just now?

After erasing one hundred, many equations appeared on the blackboard just erased.

That's the handwriting of our math teacher.

Wait, I'm out of my mind.

This scene seems to be it!

I turned around and saw that the class was full of classmates.

College entrance examination candidates may not be very clear about today's date, but they are very sensitive to the countdown.

The scene in front of me suddenly returned to the [-]th day of the college entrance examination!

Before I could collect my thoughts, someone in the corridor suddenly yelled, "Something went wrong! Someone call the dean, call the police!!!!"

Those slapstick boys stopped and walked towards the open-air corridor with their shoulders crossed.

The girl studying at the desk in the classroom dropped her pen and grabbed a classmate who had just walked into the classroom, her tone of excitement could not be concealed, "What's wrong! What happened!"

The classroom, which was still dull and hot just now, came alive with a bang.

The entire teaching building is alive.

Upstairs and downstairs, people who heard about the intelligence came running over.

I walked out of the classroom and stood against the flow of people.

Their expressions were serious but also excited.To my eyes, it's all rendered in an ironic maroon.

Looking back at the classroom, my deskmate was sleeping on his stomach with headphones on.

I kind of remembered that this was the day the crime happened.

Turning around, I walked to the open-air corridor with the flow of people.

The place was full of people, and several class cadres directed everyone not to destroy the scene of the crime, and called the teacher over quickly.

I was squeezed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, and I simply leaned lazily against the glass, looking out with my head tilted.

I could vaguely see a boy in a light blue coat lying on the snow downstairs.

It was a snow that had just fallen, and there were no footprints on the snow, which was flat and beautiful.

In the whiteness, only a flower of blood spread from his left brain.

There should be a mess in my ears, but looking at the scene outside the window, I feel peaceful.

I should be sad, shocked, and sorry, but I don't feel anything, not even the excitement that I don't want to admit.

The dean quickly dispersed the onlookers, and I took advantage of the flow of people to disperse and sneaked up a few steps.

As soon as I stepped into the open-air corridor, I saw my deskmate squatting in front of the railing.

I was a little surprised, said you are not sleeping in the class?

My deskmate didn't look at me, but he actually grinned with a dazzling smile.

He said, "This is homicide."

I nodded blankly.

I took a few steps forward boldly and walked onto the open-air corridor.I looked down and gazed at the man on the snow for the first time.

It turned out to be my face.

The author has something to say:

As for the plot, it is probably as funny as tearing, pretending as funny, and flirting like pretending.Committed to writing a funny and suspenseful article with a campus style.

Two male protagonists, the male protagonist in the text case x the male protagonist in the table copywriting, well, it’s me at the same table and me, also known as "My Summer", it tells the story of that summer, the male protagonist was caught in a puzzle, and he was found out bit by bit. When the classmate had an awesome background, he found that he was the origin of all the conspiracy.From the youthful ambiguity to the broken hatred, both of them wanted to kill each other with self-destruction mentality, but they made a mess.

Okay, breaking up, killing, resurrecting, and killing again will only appear in the university chapter and graduate chapter.

At first I didn't want to write this kind of spoiler below, but it is more convenient for everyone to find the article, and I hope it can save everyone's time.There will be foundations, and there will be academic pretensions.There will be abuse, there will be sweetness, and there will be an ending of "the two of you live together".Meat is something I want to have and won't let me have. (BUT!) Ahem, this is a serious "Approaching Science: How to Explain Theology and Superpowers from a Physical Perspective".