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Zhang Fan has always been confused, and he doesn't even know when the classroom is full, when Mo Yu arrives, sits next to him, and when he takes classes. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info His mind was a mess as if it had been stirred, many things he couldn't understand, many speculations he didn't dare to think about but had to think, many details turned around in his mind, but he couldn't figure it out at all.

So he couldn't pay attention to the situation around him at all, and he was alone there and distressed.

Mo Yu silently looked at Zhang Fan's side face, looked at Zhang Fan's distressed and frowning brows, and felt gloomy in her heart, she didn't know what was going on, but she could see that Zhang Fan was very distressed. But she didn't know how to get rid of him, so she could only watch him silently.

Mo Yu is such a girl, simple, delicate, quiet, few words, sensitive, she is silent like an iceberg when she treats people and things she doesn't care about, and when she meets someone who is really tempting, she puts all her thoughts on it and bursts out all her enthusiasm. She's like an active volcano frozen in ice, and you can't feel the burning emotions until you go deep into her heart.

Once she opens her heart to you, you are the luckiest person in the world.

And Zhang Fan is undoubtedly such a lucky man.

Mo Yu stared at Zhang Fan for a moment until the bell rang for the end of class.

Sanfat got up and walked to the corridor, and Zhang Fan hurriedly chased him out. Seeing this, Leng Zi'er also wanted to chase out, but was firmly held by Wang Chaoye. Mo Yu still got up silently, and followed Zhang Fan out of the classroom door without a trace of fireworks.

The teaching building of No. 8 Middle School is a very ordinary teaching building, the whole building is divided into two parts, the middle is a stairwell and a small activity area, there are three classes symmetrically distributed on both sides, they are all on the sunny side, and the classroom door is a wide corridor for students to chat and bask in the sun and relax in their spare time.

Before entering the third year of high school, many students liked to play small games in the corridor in front of the door, kick a ball to release their excess physical strength or something, and the corridor at that time seemed so crowded and lively. After entering the third year of high school, the pressure of going to school increased, and there were fewer students who came out to do activities, and the whole corridor seemed particularly quiet and empty.

Zhang Fan and San Fat often gather in front of the corridor to look at the scenery, brag about it, admire the young flesh of the female classmates in the past, and make fun of each other's eyes. It was a light and enjoyable time.

Just a few days ago, Zhang Fan and Sanfat did the same thing, but Zhang Fan divided it into the past, before, and that time in his heart. Because these words represent the gone, the untraceable, the irreversible. Although Zhang Fan didn't want to admit it, he subconsciously began to compromise with reality.

Now, it's still that corridor, it's still that position, but it's not the previous Sanfat and the previous Zhang Fan.

In a few days, Sanfat became "Peng Yuyan", and Zhang Fan became a white-haired teenager.

What changes more than their appearance are the hearts, relationships, and distances between the two.

Although it was still the same posture, the same distance, and the same expression, there seemed to be a furrow between the two.

Zhang Fan looked at the smirk on Sanfat's face, and was full of anger for no reason, so he had to use words to vent it: "What's wrong with you, fatty!" ”

The smile on Sanfat's face seemed to be rigid, grinning, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I'm fine." ”

"But why lie?"

Zhang Fan didn't understand, Sanfat had no reason to lie. In his impression, San Fat is a proud fat man, except for joking, he doesn't bother to use lies to get anything, but today......

San Fat still grinned, turned his head away, no longer looked at Zhang Fan but looked into the distance: "What I'm saying is the truth, I went home with you, went home, had dinner, and only went home after dark, this is all a fact." ”

"But you're hiding some facts, and you're not with me all the time."

Zhang Fan stared at Sanfat with a serious expression.

Sanfat still grinned, but the sun shifted, his head was buried in the shadows, and only the corners of his mouth could be seen, he stared at Zhang Fan, and was silent for a while before saying, "Boss, you are also suspicious of me." ”

"No, I didn't doubt you, I just ......"

"It's just that my behavior is somewhat suspicious?" Sanpang snorted from his nose, feeling like he was sneering: "My behavior is suspicious, is your behavior normal, boss?" Everyone has their own privacy, and they have another side that they don't want to be seen by others, and I have it too. ”

Zhang Fan was silent, because what San Fat said was the truth, his secret was no less than that of San Fat, and his behavior had always been difficult to live normally. disappeared inexplicably, inexplicably whiteheaded, inexplicably more than a lot of abilities, these three fats must have felt it, but they never asked. Sanpang has always trusted him so much, no matter what he becomes, he has always been like this, but now, he is getting to the bottom of Sanfat, but he suspects Sanfat because of a few words from others.

Zhang Fan raised his head, looked at Sanfat seriously, and said, "Fatty, I trust you, no matter what happens!" I just want to tell you that there are some things that don't have to be endured alone, your boss is not screaming for nothing, your godmother is not screaming for nothing, there is a group of people behind you, you are not alone. ”

With that, he patted Sanfat's sturdy shoulder, then turned around and walked towards the stairs.

After walking a few steps, he stopped, turned his back to Sanfat and said, "Remember to go home early for dinner at night, the food is cold and hurts your stomach." ”

The three fat stiff grins seemed to melt a little, the corners of his mouth were pulled down a few points, his eyes were exposed, and his smile was naturally and sincere, and he smiled: "Got it, boss, don't grab braised pork from me." ”

Zhang Fan also smiled, and the three fat eyes watched him disappear at the entrance of the building, and then as if he had made up his mind, he breathed a sigh of relief, put on that smile again, and entered the classroom.

......

In the classroom, Leng Zi'er looked at Wang Chaoye who was holding him with dissatisfaction, and didn't say a word.

Wang Chaoye shrugged his shoulders and said, "I said, our mission is only to monitor Zhang Fan, and don't do anything that hinders the mission." At this time, you won't get the answer you want, it will only make the two of you more wary, and I still have something I want to ask you. ”

Leng Zi'er looked at him suspiciously.

"I don't think you want to be a nosy person, why would you be so sad about this case?"

Leng Zi'er didn't speak, she remembered the body that fell from the sky that day, the body covered in wounds, the body that died blindly, and the day when she finally shed tears, but she still didn't say anything.

Wang Chaoye didn't know Leng Zi'er's mental activities, he just thought that Leng Zi'er didn't want to say, so he continued: "Okay, if you don't want to answer, forget it." Then why do you suspect that San Fat is the murderer, and why do you suspect it...... Sanfat is the one who attacked you, I don't think he has the strength to complete this task. ”

Leng Zi'er stared at Wang Chaoye and said, "Intuition." ”

Wang Chaoye smiled bitterly: "It's just intuition." ”

"Because he was the first man to disable my purple lightning, and the man who attacked me was also unaffected by the purple lightning, attacking quickly, escaping decisively, and acting strangely."

Leng Zi'er stared at Wang Chaoye and continued: "Moreover, fortunately, I happened to pass by the murder scene, saw the wounds on the female corpse, and saw the figure of the murderer at the scene, and the two of them are surprisingly similar in shape and style. ”

Wang Chaoye said: "We have discussed this, the perpetrator and the attacker may be a person, and it is a new supernatural person. But how can you be sure that this supernatural person is the three fats? ”

Leng Zi'er sat down, looked at the blackboard with a flat expression, and said, "Do you know that my playground was destroyed?" ”

Wang Chaoye was taken aback: "Who did it, so bold, this is to provoke a war." ”

Leng Zi'er shook her head and said, "Not a master of fame. ”

"You suspect that it is a new supernatural person, impossible, he can't have such a strong strength."

Leng Zi'er still shook her head: "I'm almost certainly Qian Ye." ”

"Why?"

"This isn't the first time I've met Kanye. Before this mission, I also had a mission to assassinate the reality demon king, that is, Zhang Fan, but failed. You don't need to know why it failed, I just want to say that after the mission failed, Grandpa weirdly canceled the mission, but I was unwilling and grabbed Zhang Fan's companion to learn more about the target. This companion is Qian Ye. ”

"When I caught him, he was a fat man with no hands on his hands, and the process was easy, so I left him in the interrogation room in the playground. But the next day he showed up at school, and he changed his face, and I didn't recognize him. When I recognized it, I rushed to the playground and found a ruin and several corpses. ”

"The scars on those bodies are exactly the same as those on the bodies of the women who fell from the building."

Wang Chaoye listened silently, and then said, "So, do you suspect that Qian Ye is the ghost?" ”

"That's my most reasonable guess."

"It's not impossible, just give it a try."

Leng Zi'er looked at Wang Chaoye suspiciously: "What to try?" ”

Wang Chaoye smiled mysteriously: "Try it, how much strength that fat man has hidden." ”

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