The master of metaphysics is trying to break up again

There was a faint sound of drums in the distance, which sounded like the sound of those musical instruments when a stage was set up to sing in ancient times.

In the TV dramas, there will be similar performances when there are scenes such as performing arts, weddings, and store openings, but this time there is no trace of festive excitement in the hustle and bustle, but with a strange melody that cannot be said. There are sharp and mournful opera singing sounds in the middle, which are gradually approaching.

Lin Xuekuang narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw in the dark night in front of him, a boy wearing a black jacket and jeans was running towards this direction.

That appearance was exactly that of Qi Yanzhi, who was obviously dead, and this body was still his attire when he attended the memorial service.

Qi Yanzhi's face was pale, his expression was distorted, and he looked terrified, panting heavily while running desperately, as if something extremely terrifying was chasing him behind him.

Lin Xuekuang was surprised that Qi Yanzhi's running posture was very strange.

His two arms are not swinging by his side, but stretched out in the air and waving randomly, his legs are raised and lowered from time to time, his toes are raised accordingly, his head is turned back and forth with the drive of his neck, as if at random move with a certain rhythm.

One of Qi Yanzhi's shoes flew off, and he stepped on the cold and rough ground with his bare feet. In this silent night, his frantic dancing was even more bizarre.

Lin Xuekuang stood there, watching him pass by him coldly, and continued to move forward while dancing wildly.

What is currently being replayed in front of him is the last scene before Qi Yanzhi's death, which looks very strange, Lin Xuekuang observed for a while, and felt that he seemed to be controlled.

Qi Yanzhi's own intention should be to escape, but a strange force seems to be forcing him to dance.

Driven by these two fighting forces, Qi Yanzhi had this kind of performance. As the singing sounds from behind got closer, his running speed became slower and slower, and his dancing movements became more and more.

——What is he running from?

After all, a person's two legs couldn't run with that supernatural power. Under the silent and weird atmosphere, a large costume was half-hanging in the air like a living thing, fluttering after Qi Yanzhi. come over.

The sound of gongs and drums suddenly rose high, and the large costume opened against the wind, as if an invisible person stretched his arms inside, and then covered Qi Yanzhi inside.

Lin Xuekuang frowned slowly, looking at the dress carefully.

Qi Yanzhi struggled violently, but it was of no avail at all. In the darkness, it seemed that something flung into the grass, and then exploded, and the costume was still on him after all.

This scene was really shocking. At the last moment when he was completely restrained, Qi Yanzhi suddenly turned his head, the dim light illuminated his face, and his pale face was covered with thick and ferocious oil paint in an instant. .

His funny and stiff dancing movements just now became light and agile, which made people think of the words "possessed by ghosts".

Lin Xuekuang watched the other party dance desperately, until the clothes were sweaty and exhausted, and finally tripped and fell on the edge of the flower bed next to him, fell to the ground and remained motionless.

—So this is how he died.

The moment the entire death process ended, the resentment had reached its peak, and suddenly burst out in all directions. For a while, the wind was fierce, flying sand and rocks, and a transparent giant hand condensed in the air. With a whistling sound, it moved towards Lin Xuekuang strangled at the throat.

Lin Xuekuang had been prepared for a long time, holding a Sanqing bell in his hand, he threw it directly to the ground, and shouted: "Qingyin Pingdang, god and ghost Xianqin!"

There seemed to be a crisp ringing bell in the air, and it spread outward like ripples, immediately turning the resentment into an invisible one and absorbing it into the bell.

As if something shattered, the dark clouds in the sky, the fallen leaves piled up on the ground, and the slightly gray tones of the surroundings due to the weather all faded away from northeast to southwest, revealing the bright moon, starlight and quietness in reality. sleeping campus.

After the Yin Qi dissipated, fresh air rushed in, making one's mind feel smooth.

Lin Xuekuang shook the bell in his hand. The sound of the Sanqing bell was muffled, and it sounded unhappy. It had swallowed a lot of lingering resentment just now, and it might come in handy later.

Now he could see clearly that the weird costume that came from nowhere was the direct murder weapon that caused Qi Yanzhi's death.

When Lin Xuekuang found the body yesterday, he checked the clothes before anyone else came over, and he didn't find anything special on them.

This shows that after the clothes kill people, the evil energy on them will be consumed, and it will only become an ordinary dress, which is obviously expected by the murderer.

So the clothes themselves are not the point. To find Qi Yanzhi's soul, the starting point should be to investigate whether there have been any murders related to singing in the school before, or whether he has any connection with opera.

Lin Xuekuang also saw something fall out of Qi Yanzhi's body when he was struggling, but he didn't find it nearby. It should have been taken away by the evidence search personnel, so he had to let it go temporarily. great harvest.

After resealing the barrier and coming out, the two rabbits were still standing there stupidly. Lin Xuekuang snapped his fingers and walked past them calmly.

Just as his figure disappeared around the corner, the two rabbits also returned to their human form, and one became jittery, waking up.

"...Ah, strange, where did we talk just now? Why did I suddenly lose my memory?"

"It seems...it seems to be...ah yes, it doesn't mean that the grass outside here is so lush, it must be delicious. Do you want to try it tomorrow morning?"

"It's okay! I haven't eaten grass for a long time since I became a human, and my hair is dull."

"Be careful, don't let the sheep know, or we can still have something to eat. Maybe he will go to the spirit master to complain!"

"Don't worry, he always mocks the rabbits for their short legs, I don't like to talk to him."

"Hmph, sheep have horns, so ugly!"

……

The thing that fell out of Qi Yanzhi was right in front of Xie Wenyuan.

——In a tray, there are some shards of glass, a dozen plastic stars, a few paper hearts, and some shiny colored sand.

There was a little girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old standing beside her. She had a round face and long curly hair. She looked very cute, but her complexion was extremely pale, and her brows were red and her lips were red.

Curiously, she picked up a fragment with her hands, held it up to the light to observe, and asked, "Master, what is this?"

Just as Lin Xuekuang had guessed, this was physical evidence collected from the surrounding area when the police investigated the scene before. After it was determined to be a supernatural event, it was handed over to the special operations team.

Xie Wenyuan also saw the resentment of the deceased, and had explained the situation to the special operations team just now, so everyone knew that it fell from Qi Yanzhi when he was running for his life before his death.

As for the little girl who came with Xie Wenyuan, everyone only heard Xie Wenyuan call her "Hui Hui", but they didn't know the specific identity of the other party.

After all, Xie Wenyuan was originally seconded to help because of the shortage of manpower, even if he brought a little sister over to play, it would be hard for others to say anything.

As for the weird title of the spirit master, since they couldn't imagine which two words it was, others just ignored it as a nickname.

Xie Wenyuan picked up a shard and stroked it carefully with his fingers, making sure that there was no spiritual power in it, it was just the most common glass.

He answered Huihui's question: "This is a wishing bottle, but it broke."

"Wishing bottle? A bottle for making wishes? Is it a magic weapon?"

"It's not a magic weapon. It's usually a gift for someone you like. Some of the stars and hearts inside are made by the gift giver. If you are embarrassed to confess your love in person, you can write what you want to say or your name inside."

The people from the special operations team were a little surprised listening to Xie Wenyuan and Huihui's question and answer.

A girl who should be in middle school seems to have never seen anything. The senior adviser from the Ministry of State Security introduced the wishing bottle in a very clear way, which is too unnatural.

Zhao Heng was the one who mentioned Lin Xuekuang's name to Xie Wenyuan in the morning. At this moment, he said with a smile, "Consultant Xie, this wishing bottle is broken, so you can still recognize it at a glance."

Xie Wenyuan smiled.

In the eyes of ordinary workers like them, warlocks who can communicate with ghosts and gods and call wind and rain are very powerful and mysterious existences.What's more, Xie Wenyuan was seconded from above. Although he is young, he always gives people a feeling of being unpredictable, making him even more difficult to approach.

But at this moment, I don't know what I thought of, but Xie Wenyuan's smile was extraordinarily gentle and true, and that's why the handsome face showed the purity that should belong to this age. Zhao Heng accidentally saw it, and couldn't help being startled.

"No, we didn't miss this little girly gift when Advisor Xie went to school. Of course, no one is as familiar as him."

Yi Fengyi strolled in from the outside, touched Huihui's head, and continued what she said just now: "I think this wishing bottle might be given by Huang Jingshan. It should be a little bit embarrassing."

Another young girl also said: "Qi Yanzhi took it with him when he ran for his life in the middle of the night, so this wishing bottle is very important to him."

Xie Wenyuan didn't say anything, picked up the biggest pink paper heart and looked at it in his hand.

In fact, he gave away a wishing bottle back then, and there were quite a lot of hearts and stars in it.

I remember that when I was in high school, there was a girl at the front desk who liked Lin Xuekuang. On the morning of Lin Xuekuang's birthday, Xie Wenyuan saw with his own eyes that the other party secretly put a very beautiful wishing bottle into Lin Xuekuang's table.

He was so sore that he almost wanted to throw the bottle away before Lin Xuekuang came, but after gritted his teeth for a long time, he finally didn't dare, believing in his heart that Lin Xuekuang would not like such mentally retarded things.

As a result, Lin Xuekuang came to see it, and casually said, "Where did it come from? It's pretty pretty."

Xie Wenyuan's glass heart was broken, and he really refused to accept it. Because of Lin Xuekuang's words, he also secretly bought bottles and colored paper, and learned how to tinker with this "mentally retarded thing".

At that time, the wishing bottle given by the girl was much larger than Qi Yanzhi's, and there were at least a few hundred stars in it, which was quite impressive.

In order to win her, Xie Wenyuan spent half a year stacking 1314 of them, filling a bigger bottle, and secretly putting it in Lin Xuekuang's place.

When he secretly saw Lin Xuekuang's surprised expression, his sense of accomplishment was overwhelming.

Of course, with Lin Xuekuang's personality, he has limited interest in this kind of thing. Being surprised or thinking it looks good is nothing more than a few more glances. He will not explore who sent it, let alone open it to see the beautiful heart-shaped paper inside. What could have been written on it.

Xie Wenyuan really wanted to write a sweet sentence at the time, but he didn't have the skills in this area, so the tip of his pen poked through several sheets of paper, and in the end he only wrote the words "Lin Xuekuang" on it.

A name that makes you smile when you say it.

As for more confessions, he had to wait for the two of them to finish their college entrance examinations before speaking in front of Lin Xuekuang.

The mind of a teenager is always young and beautiful, but in the end nothing can be realized.

Xie Wenyuan was troubled in his heart, and unconsciously opened that heart in his hand.

He moved very skillfully. After unfolding it and looking down, he saw an all-too-familiar name written on the crumpled piece of paper.

——Lin Xuekuang.

Xie Wenyuan's pupils shrank suddenly.

The reality and the memories of the past overlap strangely at this moment, but it is really not romantic. Lin Xuekuang's name appears here, which seems strange for no reason.

What is the relationship between him and Qi Yanzhi?Why are there so many entanglements and coincidences between the two?

Will Lin Xuekuang be in any danger because of this, or is there any trouble in Lin Xuekuang's body that has not been resolved?Although he came back this time, everything behaved very strangely.

Before Xie Wenyuan had time to think deeply, there was a sudden sharp pain in his head without warning, as if two iron nails had been driven in along his temples, stirring constantly.

At the same time, some scattered pictures flashed before his eyes. It seemed that he had never seen Lin Xuekuang in the past, but it still touched his mind so much.

If there's anything to him... if there's anything to him...

In the past few years since Lin Xuekuang left, there was no news of him, and the uncertainty of his safety was originally a thorn in his heart, which could not withstand any teasing.

Distressed, irritable, panic, anxious... Even Xie Wenyuan himself did not expect that his emotions would be so violent and extreme, as if the fear of "Lin Xuekuang will have an accident" had already been rooted in his blood.

Xie Wenyuan's fingers tightened slightly, he lowered his eyes, and almost instinctively folded the piece of paper.

Huihui was originally standing in front of Xie Wenyuan's desk, curiously picking at the contents of the tray with her fingers, but she was also surprised when she saw Lin Xuekuang's name.

Seeing Xie Wenyuan's movements, she didn't say anything, and quietly moved her body to block the sight of others.

"Thank you consultant, you..."

"I'm fine, just a little tired."

Supporting his knees, Xie Wenyuan stood up slowly, his face was against the light, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, just listening to his voice, there was no abnormality: "It's so late today, don't you guys get off work?"

Yi Fengyi said: "That's what I'm talking about. The night shift is up, let's all go downstairs. Xiao Wu, you stay here on duty, and the others leave. We will continue the investigation tomorrow."

Xie Wenyuan stuffed the piece of paper in his hand into his pocket calmly, flipped through some of the remaining documents, and when he saw that they were no longer needed, he casually handed them to the side.

He is used to being hugged by others, he takes the initiative to get into the back seat in the car, his servants help him with the documents, and he rarely even presses the elevator by himself. The girl pulled back her hair, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick it up.

Xie Wenyuan didn't even look back at first, but when the other person approached, he suddenly turned his head, stared at that person, then moved his eyes down, and landed on the ends of her hair that Lin Xuekuang had sprinkled with water during the day.

Yi Fengyi said: "We don't have a rule here that you have to cut your hair..."

"I'm not a disciplinary committee member either." Xie Wenyuan pouted at the girl: "She has been casted with illusion."

"Could it be for the enchantment?" Yi Fengyi frowned and reacted quickly, "Then I'll go..."

Xie Wenyuan said: "No need, I'm going home on the way, let me go and have a look. Huihui, let's go."

The others dispersed separately, Xie Wenyuan didn't call the driver, and drove Huihui to University A.

There were no pedestrians or vehicles on the road at night. Huihui sat cross-legged on the roof of the car, smiling and opening her arms to blow the wind. The two arrived at the scene of the crime all the way.

Xie Wenyuan was really sharp, but it was a pity that he found out too late. At this time, Lin Xuekuang had already left, and he cleaned up all the traces, and the barrier was re-sealed intact. Xie Wenyuan couldn't find any abnormalities.

Xie Wenyuan got into the car again, but sat in the driver's seat, not moving for a while, looking at the dark campus through the car window.

The pitch-black night was reflected in his equally dark and deep cold eyes, with an indiscernible look on his face.

Huihui rolled over from the roof of the car and sat down on the passenger seat like a puff of smoke, saying sadly: "I haven't seen Xuexue yet, I miss him so much. You said he came back and promised to take him with you." I'm going to see him."

Xie Wenyuan said: "If he doesn't want to see you, he might be very cruel to you. Do you still see him?"

"Impossible." Huihui is very confident, "I am not in the same position as you. I was rescued by him and brought back to foster care with you. I shouldn't be blamed for making him angry. If he doesn't want to talk to you Yes, you should take me back."

This broken child.

Xie Wenyuan: "...Comrade Lin Huihui, please go back first, don't bother me here. It's too late today, Xiaoxue must have fallen asleep, I will call you next time I see him."

Huihui hesitated for a moment: "Okay."

Her body gradually became transparent, and before disappearing, she patted Xie Wenyuan's shoulder maturely: "Don't be too annoying, maybe you can get back together in a short time, Xuexue also cared about you in the past."

"past?"

Xie Wenyuan smiled self-deprecatingly, and said in a low voice, "So it's the past."

The noisy little girl left, and he was finally able to be quiet for a while, but after a while, Xie Wenyuan started the car and came to Lin Xuekuang's dormitory.

Parking the car in a corner, he silently searched for the window according to the dormitory number he had inquired about during the day.

Everything was silent, and every dark window looked the same, but Xie Wenyuan felt that the dormitory where Lin Xuekuang lived had a more intimate and lovely window frame.

He likes this kind of darkness, as if it can cover up many rough realities, and it is vaguely still the time when the two have not experienced separation, and he can enjoy the joy of waiting and watching each other openly.

I don't want to disturb him, but here, I feel very at ease.

Thinking about today's reunion, thinking about the case, thinking about that unclear note, and I don't know how long it has passed, Xie Wenyuan's thoughts became a little hazy.

In fact, since Lin Xuekuang left, his sleep has not been very good, and he hasn't had a good night's sleep for more than four years.On the contrary, sitting in this car, there was an indescribable sense of peace and sleepiness, and he fell asleep in a daze without knowing it.

Dreamland, uninvited again.

He seemed to have something to go out, packed up the things to go out, and seeing that there was still some time left, he walked lightly into the bedroom.

Someone is resting there.

He was lying alone on the wide and soft bed, but it only took up a small side. The fluffy quilt almost buried his whole body, only half a palm-sized side face was exposed, and his fair complexion was reflected in the dim light and shadow. Like milk, it brings to mind the words "skin like cream".

Looking at it this way, it looks very childish, like a child.

Xie Wenyuan half-kneeled beside the head of the bed, stretched out his hand, trying to tuck the corner of the quilt again.

But before he had time to touch the bed, someone grabbed his wrist in mid-air. The other party opened his eyes and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

There was disgust and guard in his tone, Xie Wenyuan felt sad for a while, but smiled, and said slowly: "Why are you nervous, I just want to stay together for a while, this time I won't bother you."

He gently touched the other person's face, and said softly, "I also know, you wish I could get away, don't worry, if you do what I want, I will do what you want."

The man was silent for a moment, but suddenly he laughed and said, "What do I want? You should die immediately, that's what I want. Are you going?"

His words have always been unpleasant, but there seems to be a small hook in the ending, which is indescribably frivolous and seductive.The smile seemed to be mocking and genuine, and the eyes reflected under the lamp contained a delicate and sparkling light, cold but charming, like two stars in a winter night, bewitching travelers walking in the dark.

Unable to tell whether it was anger or confusion, Xie Wenyuan slowly bent down, approached the other person's ear, and said in a low voice: "Wishing for my death, wanting to leave me early? You are dreaming."

There was a vile provocation in the words, the man really showed disgust, he raised his hand and pushed Xie Wenyuan's shoulder away heavily.

Xie Wenyuan clasped his wrist with his backhand, grabbed his hand and pressed it on the bed, turned over and pressed the person under him, and turned his other hand across the other's face, forcefully opening his teeth.

Both of them were breathing rapidly, and their clothes rubbed against each other, making ambiguous sounds.

The other party bit his lip, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood. Xie Wenyuan didn't stop, but kissed harder.

He closed his eyes.

This person's breath, temperature and heartbeat are really imprisoned in his arms, and so emptiness, every force is like a long delay.

Desire surged in his blood and vented out again, but an inexplicable sadness slowly surged in his heart.

Xie Wenyuan murmured: "Lin Xuekuang, what do you think of me in your heart?"

"I never loved you."

He heard the other party panting slightly, but he replied clearly: "Nor will it in the future, you should give up on this."

Like an ice pick piercing his chest, Xie Wenyuan woke up suddenly.