Yinshi Experimental Middle School was founded in the thirties of the last century, its predecessor was Jingyang Middle School built by the local squires with donations, and then after several changes, it has become one of the middle schools with the best school performance, the most sufficient teachers and the highest comprehensive quality of students in Yinshi.

On Monday, at 7:50 a.m., the morning reading in the experimental middle school gradually stopped as the bell rang.

The first class started immediately, and the students on duty who were wearing blue and white school uniforms and standing guard at the school gate hurried to the teaching building.

The electric retractable door closed completely under the instructions of the established procedure, and outside the door, Li Ang, who was carrying a schoolbag, strolled over, not in a hurry.

He didn't go to the main entrance, but came to the iron fence with no electronic surveillance, only a protective forest, a slight sprint, a sharp kick, and then the force of the ground rose into the air.

Like a gymnast jumping over a vaulting machine, he climbed over a one-person-high iron fence lightly and gracefully, patted the leaves on his body, and walked into the school building like no one else.

Tuk, tuk, tuk.

Knocking on the door and entering the classroom, all the students and Shi Qingsong, the head teacher who was teaching history class on the podium, all looked at Li Ang.

"Late again."

Shi Qingsong, a middle-aged man with a scholarly temperament, pushed his glasses and tapped the podium with his knuckles, "What is the reason this time?"

Last time, it was said that you ate mapo tofu in a street restaurant and were chased by mapo and her husband for eighteen streets.

Last time, I said that you saw a homeless man asleep on the side of the street, and you were afraid that he would catch a cold, so you built three shared bicycles on him.

Last time, I said that you were afraid of an embarrassing atmosphere when you were in the bath, so you took the initiative to talk to the bath master and asked, 'Haven't you eaten yet?' As a result, two layers of skin were rubbed off by the bathing master who felt that his professional dignity was being challenged, resulting in unbearable pain and being late for school the next day. ”

Oh, I remember it all.

Li Ang said modestly: "Report to the teacher, I fought to the death with a ghost last night and killed him on the spot, successfully blocking the news of the real existence of the bull ghost snake god. ”

Shi Qingsong was happy, "Zi Bu is silent, the monster is confused, how can there be any monster in the world?" ”

Leon nodded, "You see, the information blockade has been so successful. ”

The corners of Shi Qingsong's eyes twitched, ".... Go back and sit, come to the office after class. ”

Leon returned to his seat as if he had been granted amnesty.

His tablemate is a girl, Wang Congshan, who serves as the class president, and is also half of Li Ang's childhood sweetheart.

When they were in elementary school together, Wang Congshan was afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes, so the caring Li Ang caught a toad from the gutter and pressed it on her head to help her eat the mosquitoes that dared to fly over;

When raising silkworm babies together, Wang Congshan's silkworm babies died, and Li Ang, who was thinking about his friends, caught a bunch of white-flowered maggots to comfort her and let her continue to raise, and sure enough, a large number of green-headed flies were raised, which were raging in the classroom;

When playing hide and seek together, Wang Congshan hid in the big wooden cabinet, and the kind-hearted Li Ang was afraid of hurting her self-esteem, so he brought ten stacks of mosquito coils and lit them in front of the wooden cabinet, and smoked her until her eyes were red and swollen, and she rolled out of the big wooden cabinet by herself;

Not..... Thinking about it this way, it seems that the memories of the two of them are really quite "sweet"....

Li Ang sat down, rummaged through his schoolbag and whispered to Wang Congshan, "Good morning, Biaozi." ”

The class leader, who has long been accustomed to the style of the same table, looked at him, "Who is Biaozi?" Don't give people such inexplicable nicknames, you retarded. ”

"Okay Biaozi, I know Biaozi."

Wang Congshan took a breath and automatically blocked the harassment.

At the end of class, Shi Qingsong went to the classroom to answer a phone call, asking for a document from the recently built teacher's office building, so he asked Li Ang to go to him again at noon to talk about student behavior.

After the head teacher left, the students could finally have fun and chat in groups.

"Eh, have you heard? There were dead people on the other side of Qianhua Road, and just this morning, more than a dozen police cars went and four streets were closed. ”

"Ah, what's going on, didn't there just have a car accident there the other day? A passenger didn't know what kind of wind was pumping, and suddenly stuck his head out of the window of the tourist bus.

As a result, a bus happened to pass by.... He was still in the car, but his head flew out like a sugar cane, and just smashed into the bowl of a buddy who was eating noodles on the side of the street..."

"Hiss....." The students who were listening gasped.

"This is not just a traffic accident, I heard that when the sanitation workers were working early in the morning, they saw a man's body embedded in the telephone pole on the side of the street at the intersection of Qianhua Road.....

"Embedded? How to embed? ”

"Have you ever tried to pierce a bun with chopsticks? The man was lying flat on the ground, with a twelve-meter telephone pole growing from his chest..."

"How is that possible? Fake, right? ”

"Tsk, the police said that he couldn't think of it himself, and he jumped from a high-rise building and was just pierced by a cement pole, but the tallest house near the intersection was only three or four floors, and the height of the fall was not enough at all.

Moreover, the wires at the top of the pole were undamaged, and there was no blood on the entire cement pole, and the corpse seemed to have 'grown' out of the pole.

The expressions on the faces of the classmates who gathered around to chat were a little unnatural, and the classmates who told the story secretly took out their mobile phones from their bags to search on the Internet, and said with a smile: "Heh, hundreds of people at the intersection saw it at that time, and my uncle happened to be there, and he also uploaded photos to the family group and Weibo, and now, there is no relevant information in the Weibo post bar, and the words Qian Hualu are also blocked..."

With that, he showed his phone to the others, and Leon also peeked at it.

The photo, presumably taken from a distance, is somewhat blurry, and a man in a suit can be vaguely seen lying under a cement telephone pole, surrounded by a circle of police officers, and some firefighters with cement saws.

Obviously, the police estimated that they could not remove the body completely without damaging the pole, so they had to ask the fire department to cut the pole.

On the screen of the mobile phone, the bizarre and even somewhat terrifying picture frightened the girls around them to turn pale, while the boys pretended to be calm and smiled reluctantly.

In recent months, there have been an endless number of cases of unnatural deaths in this type of urban weird talk, and people are afraid of strange stories while talking about them.

Seeing the cringe-cating expressions on the faces of the classmates, Wang Congshan, who was the class president, hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, it's better not to communicate and spread such content in the school, start class immediately, go back to your seats." ”

The crowd dispersed in silence in an oppressive atmosphere, and Leon squinted his eyes, thinking about the photo.

That's not something that a serial killer or accidental man-made disaster can do at all, and the only explanation is the ethereal theory of ghosts and gods.

This is the real world that players are facing.

Li Ang was silent and wrote the words "Qian Hua Road" in his notebook.