I heard that my roommate is a celestial master

Even for a well-trained policeman, seeing the dead body hanging in the room as soon as he opened the door, the visual impact is too great.

Several people looked at each other, and took a step back cautiously, planning to wait for the forensic forensics to arrive before breaking the door.

At this point, Qi Shu has basically done everything he can do, and staying here won't be of much help.Several policemen discussed it, called a police car parked at the foot of the mountain, and drove up along the Panshan Highway, planning to take the two young classmates back to the police station to make a statement, and then send them back to school as soon as possible.

After all, they are two students, so it's not good to stay out at night.

Qi Shu didn't know how to remind these enthusiastic little policemen. Judging from the current time, they would definitely not be able to enter the dormitory after completing the transcripts and returning to school.

Fortunately, tomorrow is Saturday, and there is no class in the morning, so it is not impossible for them to make do with any hotel for the night.

He Heng was very nervous: "Just, do you want to open a room in the hotel? Isn't the progress bar a bit fast?"

Qi Shu: "..."

It's as if I haven't stayed in a hotel two days ago.

He Heng always feels that his new boyfriend has not completed the transformation of his identity.

For example, opening a room as a roommate and opening a room as a boyfriend are completely different things.

"...and we still don't seem to have our ID cards with us."

He Heng reminded him, "I have to ask Tuantuan to send it out again."

It's not impossible, it's just unnecessary.

After all, neither of them had been drinking this time, and there was no situation where they couldn't walk in a straight line and couldn't climb over the wall.

"...So that's why the two of you walked around the campus hand in hand at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night?"

Yang Hao couldn't understand it very much, "Why can't we go shopping before climbing over the wall and entering the school? Do you have to hold hands on the campus to feel it?"

Another rumor that has been passed around for an unknown number of times.

Who the hell is holding hands.

Who the hell went to campus.

"Climb over the wall from the back street, go straight through the parking lot, go to the window behind the dormitory building, and climb in."

He Heng drew a route for him, "Four points, can you meet the conditions of 'visiting the campus'?"

Xin Yongqiang opened Baidu Maps for him next to him: "That's it, brother Heng, maybe you don't know the layout of our school very well. Walk around from the parking lot to the only window in the boys' dormitory building where you can freely enter and exit without being noticed by the dormitory management. It will pass through the dark side of the girls' dormitory building."

Although He Heng didn't come to school for a long time, he knew the route very well: "I know, we just detoured from the path directly between the two dormitory buildings."

"Then you must not know that Han Bo and his girlfriend lie on the edge of the window every night and look at each other from the air."

Yang Hao happily held up his mobile phone to show him the photos, "Coincidentally, they saw you yesterday, accidentally took a photo, and accidentally posted a circle of friends."

That was really careless and level.

Han Bo approached cautiously, and added: "Another accident, Linlin's circle of friends was seen by her roommate, and then spread it in a small area."

He Heng got up early today and was writing English before being disturbed by this group of people. He didn't pay much attention to Moments. He took Yang Hao's phone and zoomed in. He was very helpless: "What kind of pixels are these...the picture is blurry, how can you tell that they are holding hands?"

"I don't know, but what is said now is that you are holding hands."

Han Bo has been with his girlfriend for a long time, and he is very familiar with the spread of gossip, "Maybe in the afternoon, it will become kissing and hugging each other."

He Heng: "..."

"The two of us share a dormitory, and Qi Shu is on the opposite bed—you look up now, do you see it? That's my roommate's bed."

He Heng reminded him angrily, "What's wrong with us, do we have to stay outside?"

Han Bo hastily rolled up a paper on his desk: "So Brother Heng, can you tell me how you were so inseparable in the dormitory?"

He Heng was gentle and friendly: "Get lost."

"Don't worry, brother Heng, you can just say a few key words."

Han Bo shouldered the heavy responsibility of his girlfriend, so he dared not give up easily, "Don't worry, if you say a few key words, I can expand a long paragraph, it will definitely move the heart and bring tears to my eyes."

"Hurry up and get out, is it endless?"

He Heng impatiently snatched back the paper that was used as a microphone, and tapped him on the head casually, "Is there anything else, I'll write the paper if it's okay, Lao Xia still needs to read it on Monday."

Yang Hao has been frightened by his enthusiasm for learning several times in the past few days: "Brother Heng, you have changed. You are no longer the one who committed suicide when you just listened to English when you first started school. Are you going to betray the organization?!"

"Yes, I have now joined the organization of the new English nobleman."

He Heng showed him his superb oral English, "goodgoodstudy."

"daydayup!"

Yang Hao happily answered, "I will do this, and I will also apply to join your new English-speaking aristocrat's organization. I think I am very qualified."

He Heng kindly handed over the stack of papers that Xia Hong gave him: "This is the application form, hand it to me after you finish writing and correcting."

Yang Hao: "..."

Yang Hao quickly withdrew from the organization.

He Heng didn't bother with him anymore, and took the paper back: "Are you guys busy? I'm going to write the paper. Qi Shu will come back later and check the lecture questions for me."

Yang Hao was quite envious: "I also want a roommate who can check the lecture topics for me."

"Go and dream, there is in the dream."

Xin Yongqiang blocked him back without mercy, "By the way, Brother Heng, where is your roommate? Why hasn't he come back?"

"Go to Lao Xia's office,"

He Heng said, "By the way, when I come back, I will bring me a Xinjiang fried rice noodles without celery, but it's not for you—what can I do with him?"

Xin Yongqiang: "It's not just looking for him. Brother Heng, do you still remember Su Xiaoling?"

He Heng: "..."

He Heng calmly said, "Could it be that my memory is so bad that I can't remember my classmates?"

"No, it's mainly because you haven't been to school for a long time, have you?"

Xin Yongqiang scratched his head, "Then what, Sister Nan said that she seems to be transferring schools, we plan to hold a farewell party for her in two days or something."

He Heng frowned.

He didn't ask why, and he could guess it.

At that time, the police were called, and there was quite a commotion. There should be quite a few people in the school who knew about it.

At first, Su Xiaoling didn't want to call the police or make a big fuss, and she was probably worried about this situation—although she was the victim, the diversity of human species led to some inappropriate gossip.Whether it is leisurely entertainment or malicious slander, it is always some ugly words.

It is hard to hear that the victim who has not completed self-healing can only escape this environment impatiently.

He Heng closed his eyes, but the fire in his heart was still rising: "When did it happen?"

"There's always been, especially those in Class [-], who are so full of mouths."

Xin Yongqiang was so annoyed when he said it, "Su Xiaoling didn't come to school before, and we didn't pay attention to it. Didn't she come back last week? Back then, Sister Nan found her crying in the toilet and asked about it."

He didn't mention his name—probably because there were a lot of people, and he would have to give a long list just to mention his name, so he had to give him an example: "There are two boys in the first class who have been staring at Su Xiaoling and talking about it, and they have lunch at noon between classes. At times like this, I like to go to the side and say something, disgusting people."

"Now Linlin and Sister Nan are taking turns to accompany Su Xiaoling,"

Han Bo reported the recent information to him, "But it's useless to just be there. Sister Nan scolded someone at noon the day before yesterday, and she didn't stop for a day after scolding them."

A while ago, He Heng had been asking for leave. Although he had several classes in the classroom this week, there were too many lessons left behind. He had to listen to the day's class every day, make up the previous content, and learn English when he had time. Almost exhausted from tossing, I haven't paid much attention to other things in the class.

Xin Yongqiang dutifully conveyed the message to him: "Sister Nan's point is that even if you want to transfer to another school, you can't just transfer to another school like this, otherwise Su Xiaoling will definitely suffer from heart problems. She asked if we have any ideas, let's work together All in all, what is going on with this matter?"

He Hengxin said that the best way is to beat those who owe each other to death one by one, and then take those bastards over to apologize, and use it as a parting gift.

But this is obviously not in line with contemporary core values, and it is easy to be suppressed by a small roommate with a strong sense of law to reflect on it.

He Heng was thinking in a mess when his little roommate with strong legal awareness just opened the door and came in with two boxes of Xinjiang fried rice noodles in his hand.

There were five or six people gathered in the dormitory, Qi Shu was stunned for a moment when he opened the door, and carefully confirmed the dormitory number.

He Heng stood up happily, greeted the little roommate who was hesitating at the door, and took the box of fried rice noodles without celery by the way.

As soon as it was opened, a particularly aggressive fragrance filled the dormitory.

The human sense of smell is not the same, except for the fragrant and spicy fried rice noodles.

"Why don't I have a roommate who can bring me fried rice noodles outside the school!"

Tears of envy almost flowed from the corners of Yang Hao's mouth, expressing to Xin Yongqiang, "Why? Will my roommate reflect on it?"

Xin Yongqiang glanced at him: "Your roommate's roommate also needs to reflect."

Yang Hao: "..."

Although this is true, but.

He Heng opened the plastic cover with extreme arrogance, picked up a pair of chopsticks and waved them one by one in front of their eyes.

Yang Hao blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"This comparison is even more pitiful."

He Heng happily explained to his little roommate, "This is me, an aristocrat who has a roommate with fried rice noodles for lunch. This is Yang Hao, an ordinary person with sausages in instant noodles. That's Xin Yongqiang, pitifully holding a box of instant noodles. Noodles, nothing, and we generally become miserable instant noodle people."

Han Boqiang endured his grief and added: "This is me, the miserable no-instant noodle person who didn't even get instant noodles—so Brother Heng, why didn't you buy an extra box, even the stewed chicken with mushrooms is fine."