Camouflage Small Bag [Quick Transmigration]

Lin Xiuyuan still didn't believe it. He caught a cold once while traveling around in the past two days, and now his nose is still a bit stuffed, and he couldn't smell the alcohol even if he was close, so he could only say: "You have graduated from high school, and it's okay to drink it. But it's best not to drink too much."

Jiang Yuming still said the same sentence: "No."

Lin Xiuyuan didn't say much, and continued to walk forward.

In the courtyard, other people either turned off the lights and went back to sleep, or were watching TV or listening to the radio, and it was not noisy.

Sun Xiaopang's room was still lit, so Lin Xiuyuan knocked on the door to buy something to eat.

The boy didn't go back to the house and put the beer on the table under the jujube tree, and the people sat there too.

Lin Xiuyuan took out the steamed buns, saw him there, and asked, "Aren't you going back to sleep?"

Jiang Yuming glanced at him, then turned his head away: "I can't sleep."

Lin Xiuyuan didn't make a sound anymore, and sat down near him with the food in his hand, and whispered while eating: "It's quite cool here."

Jiang Yuming remained motionless, and turned to look at him after a while.

The young man hardly made a sound while eating. Halfway through the meal, he suddenly remembered something and asked him, "Have you eaten yet?"

Jiang Yuming quickly turned his head away, hummed, and casually grabbed a can of beer in his hand.

Lin Xiu originally thought he wanted to drink, but after watching for a while, the boy didn't open the can.

Lin Xiuyuan withdrew his gaze, went back to his room to pack the toiletries and took a shower after eating.

The shower was quick this time, and he paid attention to the inner wall the whole time, and there was nothing abnormal after washing.

He took his dirty clothes cleanly to the sink to wash.

The young man was still sitting by the jujube tree, but the beer that had been left unopened in his hand was finally opened, and he was pouring it with his head raised.

After Lin Xiuyuan finished washing his clothes, when he passed by, he took a look under the bright moonlight.

Looking at it, I realized that I may have really wronged Jiang Yuming not long ago, and the previous redness was really nothing compared to the current redness that was about to be matured.

At this moment, from the face to the ears and even the neck of the boy, there was nowhere that was not red.

Lin Xiuyuan opened his eyes wide: "Why did you drink like this?"

The other party pursed his lips, glanced at him drunkenly, and turned his face away again.When the night wind blew, the boy's short hair and clothes were blown back. His voice was very low, with a childish air: "This little wine is nothing at all, so I can't get drunk."

Lin Xiuyuan: "..." They even started talking drunk.

The boy looked at him without hesitation this time, his eyes burning.

Lin Xiuyuan also looked directly at him and said, "Go back to sleep? Do you want me to help you?"

The hand holding the beer can froze. After a while, the boy lowered his head and let out a hum, like a mosquito screaming.

Lin Xiuyuan helped the tall and burly boy to the main house.

The teenager's bedroom has the youthful atmosphere of this era, basketballs, star posters, game consoles... There are also desks full of textbooks and diaries.

There are a lot of things, but they are well organized.

Jiang Yuming saw him looking at his room, his flushed face seemed to be very embarrassed, but he was really drunk, and when Lin Xiuyuan put him on the bed, he couldn't control his tilt.

Lin Xiuyuan looked at Jiang Yuming who was lying on the bed, and asked, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

The other party looked at him and shook his head.

Lin Xiuyuan was relieved: "Then I'll go back, you have a good rest."

The person on the bed frowned, buried his head on the sheet, and said nothing.

Lin Xiuyuan left, and when he was helping to close the door, he heard a sentence from inside, in a muffled voice: "... I hate it."

Lin Xiuyuan almost lost his footing, and waited for a while to make sure that the people inside were asleep before leaving.

When returning to the house, he passed by Shang Wu's house.

The window of the other party was completely covered with newspapers, and the inside was always brightly lit, and a figure could be seen writing at his desk from a distance.

Lin Xiuyuan stopped by his window, scanning the newspaper above.

The date of the newspaper was this month, and the big sections were all city news. He finally found Shang Wu's name in a very corner.

That article wrote a short story about the family behind the drowning incident in the past few years. The language is heavy, and the story is thought-provoking and quite educational.Finally, the editor reminded parents at the end of the article to take good care of their children and not to enter the water at will in the wild...

Lin Xiuyuan was watching seriously when the window in front of him was suddenly pulled open forcefully.

Shang Wu had a cigarette in his mouth: "Damn it, you'll scare me once I scare you?"

Lin Xiuyuan quickly whispered sorry.

"Have you been standing here for a while? What do you want?"

Lin Xiuyuan pointed blankly at the newspaper: "This article is so well written, I can't resist reading it."

The man was stunned for a moment, then sneered again: "It was not rare for you to give it to you before, but now it's all given away, and I don't have any here."

Lin Xiuyuan showed a look of embarrassment and pity, silently turned and walked back to the house.

At night, he lay on the bed and turned on the fan, and asked the system: "Is that ghost in the mission related to the people in the courtyard?"

The system says, "The range is too small to answer."

"Oh." He was sleepy, "Anyway, it must be related to the people in the alley."

System: "You already have a clue?"

Lin Xiuyuan: "How can it be so fast."

He turned over and started to sleep. In summer, the wind blowing by the fan was full of heat. If he wanted to sweat less, he had to turn himself over regularly like a pancake, and soon fell asleep, half asleep and half awake. Suddenly, he felt a little girl in a red dress appearing in his sight, slowly walking towards him.

Lin Xiuyuan opened his eyes, raised his hand, and suddenly turned on the light bulb.

There is nothing in the house.

He got up and sat for a long time before lying down again.

Unable to fall asleep after lying down, he said, "System, is it there?"

System: "Of course, my job is to be on call."

Lin Xiuyuan frowned and said, "Sheng Xiaoyuan is a person who loves cleanliness very much. In the eyes of others, he is a clean freak. If an adult wants to walk out of that narrow narrow alley, his shoulders will definitely rub against the dust. The fluttering walls, not to mention the possibility of stepping on dirty things...According to Sheng Xiaoyuan's habits, it is impossible to walk that narrow alley. But Yuan Dagang died there in the end."

The system said: "People who don't eat garlic will eat anything when they are extremely hungry and have no food. Maybe he has other conditions."

Lin Xiuyuan asked, "Was he killed by a ghost?"

System: "Yes."

"Then rule out the possibility of being murdered by other people and dumping the body. There is a rumored information point in the original outline that you can't walk in that lane at [-] o'clock in the middle of the night. These days, everyone basically goes to bed at nine or ten o'clock. Sheng Xiaoyuan is not a workshop Workers, and there is no night shift. If he went to the aisle in the middle of the night on the day of his death, there are only two possibilities. One is that he has to walk through the aisle over there in a very urgent situation, such as the emergency to the extent of life-threatening .”

The system asked: "What about the other one?"

Lin Xiuyuan: "The other is that it may be controlled."

system:"?"

Lin Xiuyuan didn't explain too much, just asked: "The things I heard or saw these days are not illusions, are they?"

System: "In terms of human body feelings, you, the host, can judge by yourself."

Lin Xiuyuan let out an oh, and didn't continue this topic. He glanced at the room as usual, found a piece of cloth, turned off the light, and put the cloth over his eyes as a blindfold.

Sheng Xiaoyuan's death date in the original outline was almost half a year when he lived in the alley. He is not worried that some evil spirits will suddenly jump out and kill him, but it is hard to say whether there is something wrong with his mentality.

No matter how afraid of ghosts, it will also hurt your energy if a strange person of the same kind whispers a few words in your ear at every turn, and flickers back and forth when you are resting.

The next day, Lin Xiuyuan got up late, and Xu Hongxia, his wife, and Sun Xiaopang's mother and son had already gone out.

Uncle Jiang was sweeping the floor in the yard, glanced at him, and asked with a smile, "Why haven't I seen you these two days? Did you come back last night?"

"Well, I'm on a business trip." Lin Xiuyuan drove his bicycle to the gate.

"You are all diligent, my grandson is still sleeping in the house!"

"... Relax after the exam."

"He used to have a good rest on vacation, but recently he is abnormal!"

"Uncle Jiang, then I'll go first." Lin Xiuyuan glanced at the main house and pushed the car out.

When he arrived at the textile factory, Lin Xiuyuan began to get busy non-stop. His colleagues all went to take a nap after lunch, and he was left alone in the office.

Lin Xiuyuan put down the work at hand, did not go to rest, but carefully took down the newspaper hanging on the wall.

There were monthly newspapers, weekly newspapers and daily newspapers in it. He searched for a long time, and dug out all the monthly newspapers that had articles published by Shang Wu and put them on his desk.

Newspapers can be read during breaks after work, but it is forbidden to take them home.

Lin Xiuyuan read several articles by Shang Wu in a row, all of which were serious stories or essays. In one issue, there was a small section dedicated to introducing Shang Wu's personal information: 38 years old, separated from his wife and children For many years, the representative works "xxx" and "xxxxx" have won awards...

It says that Shang Wu has been writing articles for magazines and newspapers since he was in his early 20s. At that time, most of the articles were relatively relaxed and interesting, and the stories were all realistic themes. However, since recent years, his style has changed and he has written many bizarre fictional tales story.

In the letters from readers under the newspaper, many readers complained that his stories were exaggerated to the point of being illogical, and completely different from his original style, and even asked if someone had ghostwritten them...

The editor is very serious and specifically replied below to clarify that the manuscripts are all from Mr. Shang personally, and there is absolutely no possibility of ghostwriting...

Regarding the introduction of Shang Wu's works, Lin Xiuyuan only took a cursory glance, and then circled the personal information and letters from readers with a pen.

When he got off work in the evening, he rode his bicycle back as before. When he passed the basketball court in front of the textile factory, he suddenly heard someone calling himself from behind.

"Brother Xiaoyuan!"

Lin Xiuyuan braked the car and turned back.

The teenager was wearing a red jersey, holding a basketball in one hand, standing on the edge of the court and waving at him.

The basketball court in the textile factory is very large. It was originally used to entertain the workers after work. However, everyone usually has to go back to cook after work, and those who have children have to take care of the children. Most of the workers can form a team here on weekends. Playing ball, the non-weekend time is basically some children who live nearby to play.

Lin Xiuyuan quickly turned the front of the car and rode towards the stadium.

When he got close, he didn't get out of the car, he stepped lightly on the ground with one foot, and looked up at the sweaty person in front of him.

Jiang Yuming stretched out his other hand to help him hold the car. His jersey was soaked with sweat, and his trousers only reached above his knees, revealing a pair of well-proportioned long legs. His body was in great vitality. His chest rose and fell, and he looked particularly vigorous and full of vigor.

Lin Xiuyuan glanced at the mole on his knee, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, then he glanced at the group of big boys behind him, and said, "Have you come here to play?"

When Jiang Yuming's bicycle approached, the movement of holding the ball was a little unnatural, and said: "I have been playing for a long time."

Lin Xiuyuan asked: "Isn't it hot to play today?"

The young man moved his thin lips and was about to speak when Da Chuan, who was shirtless behind him, yelled and urged him: "Yu Ming, are you still going to hit me?!"

"You continue to fight..." Before Lin Xiuyuan said the second half of the sentence "I'll watch for a while", Jiang Yuming turned around and said: "It's too hot, don't fight!"

"..."

The boys over there were momentarily dumbfounded.

"Da Chuan, do you think he is still human? When the sun is out, it must be said that it is not hot, but now that the sun has gone down, it is said to be hot?!"

"You said you won't fight if you don't fight?"

"Tie him up!"

……

Jiang Yuming took the ball indifferently, but after walking a few steps, the group of boys rushed towards him carelessly.

He dodged and jumped up recklessly.

The slender figure was particularly beautiful when he jumped up, and the basketball and sweat flew out.

Two seconds later, the ball went into the hoop with a bang.

Exclamations rang out.

Immediately, the boy was surrounded by a group of boys and made a fuss. He panted violently and couldn't help turning his head to look back.

The young man was still standing there, apparently also saw his performance just now, and smiled at him.

Jiang Yuming was in a daze among the crowd, almost knocked down by his teammates, he quickly stabilized his body, turned his head and pursed his lips, looked at the group of boys around him, and with a straight face, he swept them away with his arm unreasonably: "Don't Touching me... I really don't want to fight! Tomorrow I invite you to eat at Qingyang Restaurant."

"Damn, it's amazing to be rich!"

"It's amazing! Make way for Young Master Jiang!"

"Hahahaha, he was missing a lot, remember how to eat in the future..."

"..."

On the sidelines of the court, Lin Xiuyuan watched Jiang Yuming come over wiping his sweat with his jersey, and asked, "You really don't want to play anymore?"

The boy's face was still flushed, sweat slipped from the muscles of his arms, he panted and shook his head: "Stop beating."

"Okay, so are you going home now?"

"Back to..."

"Where's your car?"

"No riding."

"Then I'll take you."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 global red;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!