Summoning Infinite Movie

Every row of books on the bookshelf is connected with heads!

On the head, the faces of boys and girls that should have grown up showing joy, anger, sorrow and joy, all eyes are empty, expressionless.

Suddenly, these heads opened their mouths and crowded towards Jiang Jibei and Chi Xian.

At the same time, arms stretched out from behind the books like long-legged spiders, grabbing at them.

Chi Xian immediately rushed to Jiang Jibei, pushing him to the exit of the car roof: "Dangerous!"

The heads on the old books seemed to be afraid of light, they flew quickly in the shadows, looking for an opportunity to get close to Jiang Jibei and Chi Xian.

The laughter of the old man came from the front.

He hummed cheerfully, which sounded like a nursery rhyme: "Children, children, don't worry, new candies are here, little ghosts, kiddos, don't worry, new friends are here..."

The head on the bookshelf became restless after hearing the old man's hoarse singing.

They opened their mouths together, "gurgling" for a while, and then let out an indescribable scream.

Isn't this more urgent?

Jiang Jibei felt that an electric drill was drilling into his skull in all directions.

The moment the plastic sheet was flipped down, the car was completely dark, and several heads came screaming.

With a "snap", Jiang Jibei picked up a dictionary casually and slapped his head out.

He felt a stagnation in his hand, and the lines on the dictionary quickly tightened.

A head was pulled in front of him, and he looked at him passionately.

Jiang Jibei: "... hello."

After saying hello, like throwing a discus, he swung the dictionary attached to his head a few times, and threw it at the old man in front of the car with all his strength!

The dictionary hit the plastic sheet, and the plastic sheet quickly protruded forward, and there was a muffled sound in front of it, as if it had hit something.

At the same time, the tricycle shook violently, and the wheels rubbed against the ground, making a sharp "squeak" sound.

Chi Xian and Jiang Jibei in the car slammed forward, the bookshelves were swaying, and the heads hanging from the chains rolled into the car one after another.

Presumably the old man was hit by the dictionary and braked the car urgently.

The speed of the car slowed down slightly, and Jiang Jibei got up with his head supported.

Everyone fell hard, and the heads buzzed and entangled, biting each other.

"Get out of the car!" Chi Xian said in a hurry, he pulled Jiang Jibei to the back of the car, and pushed him out of the car.

"You too—" Jiang Jibei wanted to pull Chi Xian to dance together, but unexpectedly Chi Xian broke away from his hand.

The moment he was in midair, he looked at Chi Xian in surprise.

Chi Xian stood behind the plastic sheet, his pale face was reflected by the flickering lights, and there were crowds of heads behind him.

He was looking at Jiang Jibei.

Jiang Jibei stretched out his hand to him vigorously, but Chi Xian turned around and sank into the darkness inside the hood.

Jiang Jibei immediately fell to the ground, supported the ground with his arms and toes, and rolled over a few times.

After getting used to this body, he felt that he became inexplicably light, as if he had learned to fly over walls.

Relieving his strength, he quickly got up and looked in the direction of Xiaosanlun: "A Xian!"

The small three wheels accelerated again, and the plastic sheet swayed crazily in the howling wind.

Jiang Jibei tried to catch up: "A Xian! Come down quickly, A Xian—"

The small three-wheeled vehicle was getting faster and faster, and in the next second, it rushed into the traffic at the intersection and disappeared from his sight.

The last thing Jiang Jibei had time to recognize was the red light hanging high in the sky ahead.

boom--

There was a loud bang in the traffic.

Jiang Jibei stared blankly at the mid-air. The strange old man formed a parabola in the air. Among the pages of old books flying all over the sky, he spun and flew under a truck.

He was restrained hands and feet, standing in place.

The sound of horns one after another, the screams of passers-by and the sound of police sirens mixed together, diffused into Jiang Jibei's ear canal like a puff of gunpowder smoke.

Amidst all the noise, Chi Xian's voice sounded from behind him: "What a pity."

"!" Jiang Jibei suddenly woke up and looked back.

Chi Xian stood behind him, quietly looking at the chaotic traffic accident scene ahead: "It's a pity, if we hadn't sent us home, we probably wouldn't have been hit."

After finishing speaking, he shifted his gaze to Jiang Jibei's face and smiled: "Let's go, we've arrived at the gate of your community, and I'll take you in."

It was as calm as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Jibei followed Chi Xian numbly, he would no longer ask Chi Xian what was going on.

Chi Xian would not answer, and the answer was obvious.

After Jiang Jibei "returned to the age of 15", the people who had caused him psychological shadows in his memory all turned into monsters one after another.

Then, they all happened to die together with Chi Xian.

But Chi Xian didn't "do it" completely, and returned to him every time as if nothing happened.

Chi Xian sent Jiang Jibei to the door of his house, and politely declined Jiang Jibei's mother's invitation for a night snack.

Before leaving, he said to Jiang Jibei: "Let's go to school together tomorrow, and I'll pick you up."

Jiang Jibei nodded absently.

He suffered from insomnia due to excessive anxiety throughout the night, tossing and turning in bed, and did not fall asleep until nearly dawn.

Sure enough, the next morning, Jiang Jibei overslept.

Chi Xian was already waiting in the living room. Seeing Jiang Jibei rushing out of the room to take a shower stepping on his slippers, he stood up and comforted him: "It's okay, it's only a few minutes, take your time."

In the end, they were still late. By the time they arrived at the door of the classroom, the sound of students reading loudly had already been heard.

Today's morning reading is Chinese. Teacher Zhang, the head teacher in charge of teaching Chinese, stands in front of the podium, looking seriously at Jiang Jibei and Chi Xian who are shouting "report" at the door.

"Chi Xian, why are you late again?" She walked off the podium, stood at the door of the classroom and glared at Chi Xian, not caring about dozens of pairs of curious eyes in the classroom, "Stand by the door for me! After morning reading go in!"

Chi Xian didn't argue, he walked to the window quietly with his schoolbag on his back, leaned against the wall, and stood upright.

In Jiang Jibei's memory, the homeroom teacher didn't like Chi Xian very much.

The junior high school they attend is a regional key middle school, and most of the students are either from well-to-do families, or their parents have official jobs.

But Chi Xian, who has an ordinary family background, is an outlier.

"Jiang Jibei, you are a good student, why do you hang out with this kind of person all day?" Seeing that Chi Xian was being punished honestly, the head teacher turned his gaze to Jiang Jibei, with a look of hatred, "I told you How many times, don't play with Chi Xian! You will be spoiled by him!"

"What kind of person?" Jiang Jibei didn't like to hear these words.

"Your parents didn't teach you, aren't you allowed to talk back to the teacher?" His attitude angered the head teacher, and she shouted, "Go in and write me a letter of guarantee! I promise you won't play with Chi Xian! I!"

"No need." Jiang Jibei refused, "I'm late too, and I'm willing to accept the punishment."

Under Chi Xian's surprised gaze, he resolutely walked to Chi Xian's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Seeing that he couldn't move him, the class teacher walked away angrily: "Then you two stand here together until the end of get out of class!"

Jiang Jibei and Chi Xian were left standing there, looking at each other.

A few seconds later, the two laughed at the same time.

One section was read for 10 minutes early, and the process of standing as a punishment was very boring, but Jiang Jibei had been secretly observing Chi Xian.

Chi Xian looked normal.

Eyebrows are eyebrows, eyes are eyes, familiar manners and a body with no traces of injury.

It's just that it's so normal that it looks weird.

From the first encounter with a monster in the octagonal building, to the small three rounds with the old man in the unfinished building, Chi Xian was injured at least four times.

Once was broken by a pen holder, once was pierced by a steel bar when falling from a building, and once was involved in a car accident on a tricycle.

Another time, he directly turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

If it were someone else, he would have died a long time ago.

But Chi Xian can always appear in front of Jiang Jibei unscathed in the end.

Jiang Jibei suspects that, apart from some amazing abilities that he couldn't imagine, Chi Xian also has an amazing self-healing ability.

Ding Lingling——

The bell after class dragged Jiang Jibei back from contemplation to reality.

"get out of class is over." Chi Xian turned to look at him, "you can go in."

Jiang Jibei nodded, stretched out his hand to beat his numb thigh, and entered the classroom with Chi Xian.

Returning to his seat, he looked around and found that Nie Ming's seat was empty.

"Nie Ming didn't come?" Jiang Jibei asked unexpectedly.

"He said he had a fever last night, and asked for leave today." A classmate replied casually, and teased, "I heard that you went on an expedition last night? Was he scared? Hahaha, how cowardly."

This is exactly as in memory, Nie Ming has a fever.

Jiang Jibei absently perfunctory: "I'm not sure."

The first class is the class of the class teacher.

Standing on the podium with a stack of certificates, she announced to the class: "The certificates for the school-wide painting competition last month came out, and everyone who read their names came up to get them."

Jiang Jibei was stunned for a moment, then looked at Chi Xian.

Chi Xian sat quietly in his seat without any reaction.

If I remember correctly, Chi Xian, who loved drawing since childhood, participated in this competition and won the first prize.

Those winning paintings are posted on the display board downstairs, next to the awards and the names and classes of the winners.

In memory, Jiang Jibei and Chi Xian found the one painted by Chi Xian among the paintings posted on the top row.

The two stood in front of the painting, excitedly discussing that they were waiting for the award to be issued, and that they wanted to eat something good together to celebrate.

However, Chi Xian did not wait for his certificate of award in the end.

The head teacher handed out all the award-winning students in the class, except Chi Xian.

At that time, Jiang Jibei thought that she might have forgotten, so he ran to Chi Xian after class and said, "I'll accompany you to the office to ask."

"No." Chi Xian shook his head, "Forget it if you don't have one, it's just a certificate."

Jiang Jibei knew that the homeroom teacher never liked Chi Xian, even if they asked, they would not get any results.

He couldn't help sighing.

Seeing Jiang Jibei sighing, Chi Xian smiled and reached out to rub his hair: "Why are you sadder than me? Let's go to the roadside stall, I'll treat you."

At that time Chi Xian didn't have any sad reaction, so Jiang Jibei slowly forgot about it.

"Cao Sheng, second prize."

Teacher Zhang's voice came from the podium.

When the memory was interrupted, Jiang Jibei raised his head, feeling that the name was inexplicably familiar, and suddenly felt that he was very funny—classmate, can you not be familiar with it?

The head teacher read out the names of the award-winning students, and those students went to the podium one by one to receive their awards. Every time a person went up, the classroom would spontaneously burst into congratulatory applause.

Until the last certificate was distributed, Chi Xian's name was not read out of her mouth.

As expected, there was no certificate of award for Chi Xian.

Jiang Jibei looked at Chi Xian worriedly, feeling vaguely uneasy in his heart.

Chi Xian sat calmly on his seat, applauding the last classmate who received the award, as if he had no emotions of his own.

I thought the head teacher would start the class, but unexpectedly, she cleared her throat and looked at the audience sternly: "Before class starts, I want to criticize a classmate."

The atmosphere suddenly became serious, and the entire classroom was silent.

"In this painting competition, a total of seven students in our class won awards, but I only issued six certificates just now."

Hearing what the head teacher said, the students in the audience whispered to each other.

"A classmate originally won the first prize, but his painting level far exceeded the level of a middle school student. After discussion, the teachers agreed that this painting was a ghostwriting. Therefore, we decided to disqualify this classmate from the award." .”

The homeroom teacher said so, but stared at Chi Xian without hesitation.

"I won't name anyone here, but I hope this student can take care of himself and be an honest person."

The sharp-witted classmate immediately guessed who she was connoting.

In an instant, more than a dozen probing eyes looked at Chi Xian.

Chi Xian didn't speak, he stared at the head teacher intently, and sat upright.

Jiang Jibei opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

After class, he hurried to find Chi Xian, but found that Chi Xian was not in his seat.

Finally, Jiang Jibei found him downstairs in front of the display board with the award-winning paintings.

Chi Xian stood in front of the display panel, quietly looking at the pile of shredded papers under his feet.

Jiang Jibei walked quickly to his side, looked up, and found that the place where Chi Xian's paintings were pasted was empty.

He bent down and picked up a scrap of paper.

It was Chi Xian's painting, which was torn to pieces and thrown on the ground.

Looking at the pile of torn pieces, Jiang Jibei suddenly remembered the cause of the head teacher's death.

The head teacher died on the night they graduated from junior high school.

Until 11 years later, when Jiang Jibei was 26 years old, the death of the head teacher was still an unsolved case.

It is said that the murderer slapped her flat and dismembered her body. Her blood was splashed all over the floor, like a torn painting.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jibei suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

Seeing him coming, Chi Xian said, "Do you still remember the content of my painting?"

Jiang Jibei turned to look at Chi Xian: "Remember."

What Chi Xian drew was a boy flying a kite in the field.

"I drew you." Chi Xian met his eyes calmly, "I originally wanted to return the painting to you after the school finished the exhibition."

"..." Jiang Jibei paused.

After a while, he tentatively asked: "So, what are you going to do to the head teacher?"

Chi Xian didn't answer, he looked back at Jiang Jibei quietly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

The wind ran past his feet, and the shredded paper rolled into a vortex with the wind, scattered on the steps, and rubbed against the ground with a rattling sound, like crying and laughing.

Chi Xian turned his head to look, but didn't pick them up. After letting them be blown away by the wind, he turned around and asked Jiang Jibei in a gentle tone: "What can I do?"

"for example--"

Jiang Jibei adjusted his tone, trying to make what he said seem like a casual joke made by an ignorant teenager.

Like, kill her.

"It's time for class, what are you doing here?"

A middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Accompanied by the "click" sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground.

The two turned their heads at the same time.

The teacher of the natural science department walked over in a suit and leather shoes, and stopped beside the drawing paper: "Why are there shreds of paper all over the floor?"

"I'm sorry, teacher, we'll clean it up right away." Jiang Jibei replied immediately.

He took a few deep breaths before allowing his cold chest to warm up slightly.

Just now's guess is like a sharp knife made of ice, before it can stab Chi Xian, it has already pierced himself to pieces.

Jiang Jibei swallowed the words, feeling that he was the one being interrogated, and if he didn't speak, he could delay the trial.

He was even a little thankful that the science teacher had come.

The science teacher looked at the colorful shreds of paper, bent down, and picked up the piece closest to him: "Is this a painting? Why did you tear it off?"

Chi Xian tilted his head and let out a soft "chuck".

The teacher glanced at him with probing eyes and understood everything: "I heard in the office that the art teachers said that your paintings don't look like those drawn by junior high school students."

He bent down, his flat suit wrinkled with his movements.

He picked up the shredded papers on the steps one by one and folded them in the palm of his hand. After a while, most of the shredded papers were collected.

"False because of vanity, choose ghostwriting, it is because our teachers did not teach well." The natural science teacher did not throw the shredded paper into the trash can, but put it in the suit pocket on his chest, "But, if it was originally You are talented, you are willing to study hard, and you should be better at painting than others. Teacher Zhang said that you must have found a ghostwriter, but I don’t think it’s right.”

He observed Chi Xian's expression for a while, and then looked at Jiang Jibei.

The teacher expressed his attitude: "I think you have been wronged."

With just one mouthful, he put Chi Xian and Jiang Jibei together, making them "wronged" together.

In the fantasies of teenagers, they always like to make themselves feel chivalrous in times of adversity. Jiang Jibei knows that this is an adult's trick to increase children's trust, but he doesn't know what he is planning.

He didn't refute or agree, and turned to see how Chi Xian expressed his position.

Chi Xian didn't make a statement either, but stood with his eyes downcast.

After the natural science teacher appeared, he stopped saying a word and vowed to practice silent meditation.

No one spoke again, and the three stood for a while in a strange atmosphere, vividly creating a three-legged stand.

The loudspeaker in the corridor rustled on, and the rhododendron waltz flowed from it, breaking the silence.

The class bell finally rang.

The natural science teacher didn't care too much, he waved his hand, walked to Jiang Jibei's side, and patted his head: "Okay, you guys go to class."

The adult man's hand closed most of the young man's head. Jiang Jibei didn't expect the teacher to come, and he didn't have time to dodge. His hair was rubbed randomly, and the nape of his neck and ear temples were scratched by the ends of his hair.

The science teacher seemed to be aware of his discomfort, and his fingers slid towards his back in due course.

Jiang Jibei's scalp felt numb in an instant. No matter how much he respected his teacher when he was a student, he couldn't stand it now.

Before Jiang Jibei could move, the natural science teacher withdrew his hands naturally, ending the petty fight between teachers and students.

"This painting is such a pity. I'll pack it up later and stick it with transparent glue." He picked up a piece of drawing paper and looked at the light, then looked at the two students in front of him, his expression full of appreciation, " You come to my office after school to pick up this painting, and I have a way to help you prove that this painting is not a ghostwriter."

The author has something to say: I just heard yesterday that "thriller" is no longer allowed in the title of the infinite stream. I haven't received a notice yet... The new name hasn't been changed for a few days.Hey, it's been almost three months since the serialization, and it hasn't been going well, light a cigarette.jpg

But I will definitely finish it well.