living ghost

Soon, the communication position shifted. Seeing the open wooden peg on the stool stuck in front of his chest, Song Ke felt a lump in his heart, and then comforted himself, not handcuffing him meant that the problem was not serious.

"Mr. Song, I think that as an educator with high cultural quality, you should know that in order to maintain the dignity of our country's laws, you will be subject to administrative punishment for reporting false police reports." The police officer surnamed Wang suddenly became serious as he spoke. , lighting up the big light bulb on the upper right with smooth movements, turned to Song Ke, and stared at him sharply.

Almost blinded by the kilowatt light bulb, coupled with the terrifying atmosphere of interrogating prisoners, feeling the air pressure plummet, Song Ke wiped the sweat from his forehead, and forced a good-natured smile: "I know. "

No matter the fact is true or not, after all, a human life is involved, and there is no ambiguity at all. After recording the transcript, the police immediately crossed the mountains and went to Zhao Di's house to investigate the situation. Going down the hillside, a human hand bone was found at the bottom of the hillside, which may have been picked up by some wild beast.

The policemen looked at each other in blank dismay. Could it be that what the unreliable teacher said was true?

After a series of mountain searches and the assistance of Song Ke and Zhao Di, the police finally found all the bones of the body and sent them to the forensic laboratory.Only the most important head was missing. I searched all over the world and never found it. The mountain is too big and the bones are too broken. It took a lot of police force to find the body. The police were helpless when they couldn't find it. .

Song Ke asked Zhao Di where her head was, but Zhao Di ignored him at all, and only said that it would be good to find all the body and send it back to the Zhao family. up.

After a series of forensic autopsies, it was finally determined that the body belonged to Zhao Di. However, the girl had been dead for nearly eight months, and she was at home before her final death. , Is it true that, as Song Ke said, murders involving feudal superstitions and gang crimes?

However, the Zhao family has a tight-knit population and showed obvious resistance to the police investigation. They all agreed that Zhao Di had slipped and fell off the cliff. Because the child left home when she was young and rarely came home, she did not have a deep relationship with them. , They didn't know about it, the family only thought that she left home without saying hello, didn't think much about it, and couldn't type out a word no matter how much she said.

Song Ke's eyes fell on Zhao Di's mother's belly, and he smiled and congratulated, "Your belly looks like it's eight months old, isn't it about to give birth?"

Speaking of the child in her belly, Zhao Di's mother's thorns completely melted away, she was beaming and touched her belly full of anticipation, the lines of her face softened, it could be said that she exuded the brilliance of motherhood, and she ostentatiously said: "It's almost nine months, and it's about to give birth. The most experienced old people in the village say it's a boy, and a pointed belly is a boy. Look at how pointed my belly is. There must be no mistake this time."

"Pu la la" the sound of wings flapping, the birds passing by outside the window, the terrain in the mountains is high, and some houses may be built higher than the trees. There was once a mountain eagle nesting in a tree, which happened to be a little away from the window of Zhao's house. At a higher point, the mountain eagle has gone, and it has become an abandoned nest at this time. Some people feel like taking tea to cool down.

This time the investigation found nothing, and it was another trip in vain. Time has passed, and many traces have been erased by the wind and rain. However, the people in this village are too united to pry open their mouths. They clearly know these things People are guilty, but they have nothing to do with them, they can only watch them get away with it.

He lit a cigarette to refresh himself, and the smoke was lingering. Officer Wang was so angry that he punched the car door viciously. He didn't close his eyes for almost three days and three nights because of this case, but he couldn't help but have no clue.The old colleagues around him patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, be patient, who are we? We are the police, and the police are the French Open. They can't run away. Hahaha, can't you, Teacher Song?"

"Yes." Song Ke followed into the car with a smile, but his heart was extremely heavy. Just tonight, he was about to betray the police brothers who had gotten along so well during this time. Under Zhao Di's instigation, he would steal Take out Zhao Di's bones and send them to Zhao Di's house to liberate Zhao Di's ghost. After the curse is solved, he will definitely return the bones.

At night, on the mountain behind the Zhao family.

"One last thing, please."

Lin Feng was trembling, Song Ke turned to look at Zhao Di, her appearance would only become more terrifying day by day, but he had long since lost the emotion of fear, and there was still a faint melancholy of parting in his heart, people are really a kind of emotional animal .

"Help me take a letter to my sister, tell her, don't come back, never come back."

If the facts of the past are unbearable, don't miss, don't be kind, don't have to be soft-hearted, just make a clean break and never look back.

"it is good."

Xiaofang sat on the big rock next to Song Ke, silently, watching Zhao Di's ghost slowly disappear in the night, one person and one ghost.Song Ke has reason to believe that one of the significances of education is to make those vulgar, dross and humiliating old thoughts lose their successors, completely disappear in the decadent years, and give people the power to keep moving forward.

It blew in the night wind for a while, and when Song Ke was soaked by the cold air in the mountains at night and was about to return, the woman's wailing cut through the long night, and then the lights of every house were lit one after another.

"Hurry up and call Po Li, Zhao's family is about to give birth!" The quiet mountain village became lively, the men began to boil hot water excitedly, the women rushed to prepare supplies for the delivery, and some people began to pray for the mother.

The wailing lasted intermittently for an hour, and the more they listened to it, the more they lost their strength, and the villagers obviously became anxious.

"Hey, the child's head circumference is a bit big, and it's a bit difficult to give birth."

When they heard about dystocia, everyone panicked, "This is the third birth, and the first two did not have this situation, so why is the third dystocia instead?"

"Who knows, it may be difficult for the third gold to land."

After tossing and tossing all night, the east was pale, and the baby was finally born. The loud cry of the baby replaced the mother's wailing and rang through the mountain stream.

Grandma Li beamed and went out to announce the good news, "Old Zhao, congratulations, I've been looking forward to it for so long, but you've got it, you're a leader."

"It's a son, that's great, my old Zhao's family finally has a queen! I've invited you to dinner, thanks to everyone!" The men immediately boiled over, huddling around and yelling at each other.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are different from each other. Song Ke just felt bored watching the festive scenes.There was no further delay in sending Zhao Di's skeleton back before the forensic doctor went to work. Song Ke turned around and left. In an instant, a scalded birthmark on the child's left shoulder was exposed, and Song Ke turned his head suddenly, his eyes lit up.

The mother was so exhausted that she was dying and lay on the bed, and the guests were feasting outside, lively and joyful.

Flapping its wings outside the window, a mountain eagle flew down following the smell of blood.

"Hey, didn't this damn eagle get chased away? Why did it come back again? It catches some dead things every day, and it rots in the nest and stinks to death." Grandma Zhao Di muttered, and put her head in the basin. Blood splashed out of the window, startling the mountain eagles that were pecking at their nests.

"Officer Wang." Song Ke just bumped into Officer Wang when he came out of the police station. Sure enough, his skin can be thickened.

The policeman who was called back looked at Song Ke in surprise, why is he in the police station so early?Although he always felt that this person was really weird, he was the most suspicious person.But he attends classes every day, has a sufficient alibi, and has never been to Zhao Di's house, so he cannot commit crimes.It's all right to rule out his suspicion, what kind of moth is this.The vicissitudes of life that have gone through the wind and rain are full of evil spirits, and the brows are twisted: "What's the matter?"

Song Ke raised his usual good-natured smile, "Someone asked me to bring you something."

Seeing the thing in Song Ke's hand, Police Officer Wang's immovable expression collapsed instantly, and his eyes widened in surprise: "This! How could it be with you?!"

"The person who asked me to give it to you, and let me tell you, he also said that you are not to blame for that incident. He is a policeman. It is his responsibility to dedicate himself to the country and the people. He is your master. It is important to protect you." His obligation, he has never been counseled to fight gangsters, and he will not regret saving you. If he does it again, he will still make the same choice. Don’t blame yourself for his death. You are his proudest student and an excellent student. People's Police, he is proud of you."

After receiving the bullet casing that had been corroded by the wind and rain, Police Officer Wang had already burst into tears. He would never admit that this bullet casing was wrong in his life. Twenty years ago, he came to the Wanghai County Public Security Bureau as an intern at the police academy, and this bullet casing was a gift from his master.It was Master who was shot by gangsters during a dangerous mission, and then took it out of his body. It was given to him to teach him the responsibility of being a policeman. He said that since he decided to be a people's policeman, he must do his best to fight against evil for the rest of his life. If you have the determination to fight, don't be afraid of tiredness, suffering, or death.

The bullet was lost at some point and was never found again.

When he was attacked that year, his master sacrificed himself to protect him. For the next 20 years, he has been tortured by self-blame and guilt. He is not married and has no friends. Indefatigable, he was afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, he would see the image of his master standing in front of him and being stabbed into the heart by a gangster with a knife. Now that his heart was untied, this iron-blooded man broke down and cried while clutching the bullet casing, venting the backlog in his heart. Emotions.

The desire to get rid of the dead may not be the best answer to the living.

Back at school, at night, a little girl covered in blood bubbles floated into the classroom.

Although the face full of blisters and scars after being burned by the fire is terrifying, I don’t know if I’m used to seeing it, but Song Ke can feel the cute and sweet look of the little girl, especially when he tilts his head to kill, he is full of scars. fatherly love.

Because Xiaofang's family is poor, she can only support her younger brother to study. She has never read a book. She heard the old ghost say that the more knowledge she learns, the more likely she will be reborn into a scholarly family, so she wants to learn something from Song Ke.Later, more and more little ghosts came to school, and Song Ke became the private ghost teacher of this group of little ghosts, giving lessons to the children every day during the day and making up lessons for these little ghosts at night.

Xiaofang looked at Song Ke seriously, pursed her lips, opened her eyes and said playfully, "Brother, we are going to graduate."

Song Ke's writing hand paused, the chalk broke and cracked, he smashed a dot on the blackboard, bounced and rolled to the ground, adjusted his glasses on his nose, Song Ke smiled, turned around and supported the podium to look around the classroom The little ghosts who are sitting upright, "Good thing, you are so smart and have learned so much knowledge, you must be elementary school bullies in the next life."

They each have their own misfortunes in this life, and hope that they will be born in a good family and have the same happiness in the next life.

The children smiled sweetly. Even though the laughter sounded gloomy, it must be full of hope.

At the end of the last class, all the little ghosts stood up together and bowed to Song Ke: "You have worked hard, goodbye, teacher." Song Ke felt sad, and this goodbye is the next life.

Waving to the children: "You must be happy."

Before leaving, Xiaofang turned back suddenly, two lines of blood and tears flowed out of her milky white eyeballs, and she bowed again with the blood flowing all over her face: "I'm sorry brother, I'm sorry, we are all bad boys, we have something to hide from you, please, please be careful in the future." Don’t help ghosts anymore, definitely don’t! In fact, if you don’t help ghosts, ghosts can’t hurt you.”

After being slightly stunned, Song Ke smiled and nodded.

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"Wei Zheng, why are you here?" Bi Yi was extremely surprised, and then muttered: "What is the origin of this man, and Judge Wei needs to find time to visit him."

"I have met His Royal Highness King Chujiang, Mr. Bi."

Li Wen frowned slightly, and his icy eyes showed surprise.

Wei Zheng had no choice but to explain, "I'm afraid the two of you are also here for Song Ke. I know that you are quite dissatisfied with the direct judgment of King Hades, but please rest assured that he will not affect you."

"Oh, you don't plan to save him? The group of ghosts he helped has been depleting his yang energy and spiritual power. Not only will this person not live long, but he may not have enough soul power when he dies, and he may die on the spot. , not to mention serving in the underworld."

"He knows it well."

Both of them were shocked, Bi Yi frowned: "He knows? How is it possible, how can he know how to pay back..." The words stopped in his throat.

"The adults have met him and explained to him that this is his choice. He said that he is not helping those ghosts, but the living people."

"Impossible, I don't believe it! How could such an ordinary mortal have such a state? You must be speaking well for him. I won't be fooled by you. I don't want such a cowardly guy to be on my head , I will never let him be the chief waiter." Bi Yi's figure flickered as he spoke, and he followed Song Ke's breath.

By the window sill of the classroom, the sun is just right, the breeze is warm, and the new light blue curtains are lightly fluttering, giving off the youthful atmosphere of the campus.Song Ke is still wearing black suit pants as before, and a clean and well-washed white village shirt. The wind blows his bangs, revealing his calm and lazy eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses, quietly enjoying the short-term peace, as if He didn't notice anyone coming at all, this was the last sunshine he could have, and he cherished it very much.

Not surprised to see this person appearing out of nowhere, Bi Yi felt extremely displeased at being tricked, and his beautiful eyes froze: "You know our identities."

"I don't know." Song Ke turned around, leaned lazily on the window sill, and looked at the person coming.His eyes were narrowed slightly, and his smile was as warm as the sunshine on a sunny winter day. "However, I can guess that you Extraordinary people are most likely from the underworld. How could people with your looks and temperament come to such a remote mountain village?"

Bi Yi's eyes widened slightly, "As expected, you know that you have been pretending to be stupid before, and you know why you still help those ghosts instead of asking us for help?"

There is no need to ask for someone who will really help you.

Interrupting Bi Yi's excited questioning, Song Ke was not in a hurry, "My luck has never been good or bad. Although I was born in a mountain village and my parents died early, my parents left some inheritance in their early years of business. I was lucky enough to read some books. Before I was 20 years old, I was a firm materialist atheist until those things I encountered a few years ago broke all the three views I had shaped in science education for the past 20 years. I don’t know you What kind of existence is the Yan Luo Temple mentioned, and I don’t know if I will become the Yama attendant you are talking about after I die. When I was alive, I was just a teacher.” He was just a teacher. Hearing this, Bi Yi and Li Wen's expressions changed.

"My physique attracts ghosts. With me here, ghosts will not go to other people. If I leave, those ghosts will not let the children here go."

"But now, I have to go." The shouts of the crowd came from the playground downstairs, following Song Ke's gaze, black suit pants, white village shirt, lying in the center of the crowd was himself.The village chief yelled: "Principal Song! What's wrong with you? Come quickly! Principal Song has passed out, come help! The [-]th anniversary of the school, such a big happy event, how could such a thing happen, let me tell you You are not allowed to learn from that old Zhang Shifeng, you are still so young, you are not allowed to scare people!"

"Teacher Bi, if you are willing to take action, you don't need to save me. I hope you can replace me and protect the children." Song Ke smiled again. Bi Yi's line of sight and smile were faintly visible behind the curtains.

"Song Ke, you haven't said clearly yet, you are not allowed to disappear, you come back to me!" Bi Yi stretched out his hand to grab it, but as soon as he grabbed his wrist, it turned into nothingness.

At the same time that Song Ke disappeared, the strong wind rolled a piece of black white cloth up to the sky, and slowly unrolled it. Two lines of words were written in chalk on it: "You are not my best student, but you will always be my proudest student." student - Zhang Shifeng"

The cicadas singing outside the window became more and more noisy, and the leaves of the sycamore tree were scorched by the scorching sun. His soul was scattered into the last wind of this spring, and one day he would return home in the rain amid Lang Lang's oath.

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