The next day.

The gloomy and gloomy sky was like a dark unfinished oil painting, and the scenery outside the window was shrouded in a curtain of gray rain.

Jasmine wearily pulled a small box of pills out of the pillbox and stood in front of the kitchen cupboard in disgust with a glass of water.

It's past the rainy season, but the weather is still good and bad.

Outside the half-covered floor-to-ceiling white gauze curtains, she saw pedestrians outside hurrying past the courtyard gate with umbrellas of various colors, and Jasmine picked up the transparent glass and swallowed the small colorful capsules with boiled water.

Last night, I had nightmares and headaches, and my cranial nerves seemed to be torn apart by gravity.

The father and stepmother saw that her face was dark and her lips were pale, and Mo Yo also sensed that something was wrong with her, so she couldn't help but ask.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well last night. In order not to worry them, Jasmine cheered up and pretended to be the usual way, helping her stepmother bring out the prepared breakfast and put it on the table.

She ate breakfast slowly, slowly, in fact, with no appetite, and the contents of her mouth were as tasteless as hay.

"Isn't Ah Chen going to school today?" the father looked up from the newspaper, looked at the quiet second floor, turned on the TV and began to watch the morning news.

Jasmine didn't make a sound, she ate breakfast quietly, her brain was chaotic, and when she heard about Chen Chen, her breath couldn't help but tremble, and the whole person was wrong.

She was immersed in her own world, in addition to the weird and grotesque voice in the messy world, there was also Chen Chen's gloomy and sad face last night.

Jasmine could barely hold the milk in her hand, and the bottle was somewhat replaced on the table as if the force was out of control, and the stepmother looked up at her in some dismay.

"Jasmine, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's fine. She lowered her head like a child doing something wrong and muttered, "I'm sorry, I ......"

The father and stepmother looked at each other, but didn't say anything, just comforted thoughtfully, "Don't be in a hurry to eat slowly, it's still early." ”

Jasmine's eyes darkened as she stared at the liquid milk that had spilled on the table.

"Now for a piece of news. 」

The weather forecast on TV has just ended, and the unsmiling female anchor is expressionless and clearly reports on the TV in an inaudible voice about the murder of last night's river summer festival.

It is not very accurate to say that it is a murder incident, and it should be changed to a cannibalism incident.

"According to the police, according to the investigation of Lu last night, the criminal has been looking for innocent victims in the city since two months ago, and the number of victims is as high as seven, and the means of committing the crime are heinous. 」

"Cannibalism, oh my God, the current world is really chaotic, there are all kinds of people, and there are still people who eat people, what's wrong with this world?"

"That guy must be crazy. ”

"If you weren't a madman, how could you kill so many people?"

The head of the murder suspect was playing on the TV, and the father and stepmother were already talking about the recent cases, lamenting that the world was becoming unstable.

Jasmine looked at the murderer who appeared on the TV and remembered what Chen Chen said last night.

He was nothing but a poor scapegoat.

It's monsters that eat people.

"Are you a monster?"

Last night, Chen Chen didn't answer it head-on, but asked a very strange question.

"Does Jasmine think I am?"

Very delicate question.

It seems to say that if you think he's a "monster", then he is.

If he denies this answer, then he is not.

Why didn't he just sue her for the answer?

Jasmine was a little afraid of the answer that came out of his mouth, and she was afraid that it was the one she couldn't accept.

She didn't ask.

At that moment, Chen Chen's face became very sad, his sadness and pain were written all over his eyes, and he looked at her quietly.

The thought of his eyes at that time made her heart twitch slightly.

Jasmine didn't understand why she felt that way.

Chen Chen went downstairs when she was about to go out.

The boy quietly walked downstairs, and said goodbye to his father and stepmother very politely, the part that belonged to him had already cooled down early, and he did not eat, but walked silently behind Jasmine with an umbrella without saying a word.

Jasmine was mindful of his apparent change, and she had a headache to figure out why his attitude had changed like the weather.

This inexplicable irritability has been interfering with her thoughts.

The two of them walked onto the bus one after the other, and the folded umbrellas slowly flowed in the wet carriage, slowly converging into puddles on the ground.

She looked up at the young man standing beside her with some uneasiness, and because of his height, she could only see him tilting his chin slightly, revealing his perfectly curved side.

His face was pale, but his lips were as red as blood, this kind of stark pair would have felt weird if it had been placed on other people, but Chen Chen was different.

The lips are red and the teeth are white, and the facial features are so delicate that they can't find any fault, which makes others jealous and envious.

The boy seemed to sense the gaze, lowered his head slightly, and unexpectedly collided with Jasmine's gaze.

Found! Oops!

Jasmine panicked, just as the bus went around a corner, and the people standing in the carriage fell □□ due to inertia, her center of gravity shifted, and she kicked her feet a few steps off, and her body began to fall to the side.

At that moment, an arm pulled her waist firmly in the same direction, and then the large hand gently pressed her head, gently holding her close to his arm.

The boy still didn't speak, but Jasmine's face burned slightly.

Her gaze wandered very much, and the smell of softener on the boy's white school uniform shirt penetrated into her nose, obviously using the softener she had always been familiar with, but she didn't know why her heart was beating violently like a deer.

Jasmine felt her headache worsen, her eyes swelled in pain, she pressed her forehead uncomfortably, gritted her teeth, and gently pushed her elbow against the boy's waist.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she looked up at the boy as she glanced up at the boy, unable to understand why her tone had become impulsive.

Chen Chen's eyes darkened, and he seemed to be very sad.

Jasmine felt a little regretful and annoyed in her heart, and looked around unnaturally, but she was very unwilling.

"Chen Chen, what's going on with you today?"

"Nothing. He looked away and shook his head slowly.

Hey, don't put on a bullied look, it feels like she's bullying him!

Jasmine that depressed.

An awkward atmosphere spread between the two, and the only sound of the car and the rain on the car could be heard in the crowded carriage, no one was talking, and everyone was immersed in their own world.

The windows of the car were washed by the rain, condensing countless raindrops, and then being swept down by the current, revealing the gloomy street scene of vehicles outside.

Until she got out of the car, Jasmine also walked into the campus with an umbrella in her own anger, she didn't understand what she was angry about, Chen Chen usually clinged to her and pestered her, she would think that guy was very annoying, but when he was silent, she had a feeling of being ignored.

This kind of restless affection even overcame any strange problems about him, which made her irritable.

After the resumption of the course, the students in the class will not only be discussing the recent events with their best friends, but also need to put their energy into preparing for the upcoming mock entrance exams.

Jasmine's sense of saving in the class is very low, so there is no one next to her desk.

The books on the desks were messily open, with several half-finished Chinese test papers and a few blank letterheads.

She was distracted by the pen in her hand, lying listlessly on her elbows, looking sideways at the students walking outside the classroom.

"Dear K.

The school is back in the classroom, and with the heavy homework on everyone's shoulders, sharing some hot topics is probably a good way to deflect the pressure.

The classmates were all talking about the arrest of the murderer, and each of them had a clear expression on their faces, as if to say that for the recent murders, as expected, only such a scumbag would do such a murderous thing.

I didn't go for the fun, and you know I didn't have any good friends at school.

They have been taking pains to share the background and personality of the murderer from the Internet or media reports, as if they knew that person.

If Chen Chen hadn't said that the poor man on TV was actually a scapegoat, maybe I would have believed it.

Writing this, it's actually a little sad.

If it is really an innocent person who has been wronged, then what justice is there in this world?

You know, I was at the scene of the crime last night......

She didn't know how to tell K about the weird voice she said she heard last night, and her heart had been subtly distracted, which was a terrible fact.

inexplicably, she felt that Chen Chen would not lie to her.

Is she broken too?

Jasmine pressed the letter in a daze, she felt her brain being beaten by a hammer, and it hurt so much that she had to stop writing.

Maybe it's all in pain.

She actually fell asleep on her desk, and she didn't even eat the lunch box at noon, until the bell rang for math class, and the otaku at the front table woke her up, and she woke up in a daze.

Then, Jasmine finds a strange note in the middle of her math textbook.

There was a line written on it—

"Haven't Jasmine read the book called Death of a Raven?"