After a while, the police walked in again, with helplessness written on their faces, they knew it without asking, and there was still no way to contact his family.

The policeman took out a notebook from his clothes, and while recording it quickly, he asked Jiang Futing about some related things first: "You know?" ”

"Sort of." Jiang Futing reluctantly said.

The policeman glanced at him, judged, and then nodded: "Tell me what happened just now." ”

"When I passed, the man was beating him and blaming him for stealing." Jiang Futing continued.

The police recorded it awkwardly, and found that he didn't speak halfway through writing, and raised his head to signal him to continue.

"It's gone." Jiang Futing met his inquiring eyes.

The policeman glared at him, a little disbelieving: "It's gone?" ”

Jiang Futing confirmed again: "It's gone." ”

"Did anyone say they saw him stealing?" The policeman couldn't say anything when he looked like that, and then asked.

"Nope." Jiang Futing still gave a simple and clear answer.

"Where did you do it?" The police officer continued to ask.

"Prevent him from hitting onlookers."

"Quarreling with onlookers again?" The police only felt a special headache.

"Yes." Jiang Futing responded.

"Alright, I got it." The police quickly closed the notebook and stood up, not wanting to stay in the house for a moment, and made another call when he went out: "Hey, ask someone to call up the surveillance in the store, both inside and outside the store." ”

The door was closed again, and only the smell of disinfectant water remained in the ward for a while, and Jiang Futing continued to look at the people on the hospital bed.

The eyeballs under the eyelids seemed to roll and the knuckles jumped.

Now I'm really going to wake up.

Sure enough, in the next second, those eyes slowly opened, and before he could figure out where he was, there was a confusion in his eyes.

Until Jiang Li's consciousness completely recovered, don't look over, the moment his confused eyes met his dark eyes, it was as if an invisible spark suddenly exploded at the moment when his eyes collided.

Jiang Futing looked at Jiang Li's gentle eyes, which suddenly turned into resentment, and those eyes were like knives about to split themselves alive.

His delicate cheeks were filled with monstrous hatred, and he was about to open his mouth to say something, when the door to the hospital room was pushed open again.

When the police came over, they glanced at Jiang Li, who had woken up: "You woke up just in time, you have already adjusted the monitoring just now, you didn't steal anything, you ran into the other party and then had an argument, right." ”

Jiang Li turned his head and responded sullenly: "En." ”

"Did he make up the money theft?"

"Yes."

"You're okay, do you still want to hold him accountable for the beating?" The police continued to flip through the notebook and record.

"Nope." Jiang Li replied without even thinking about it.

"Okay, if there are any problems in the future, call the police." After the police made the final record, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After the police left completely, Jiang Li sat up and pulled out the needle in his hand, and when his feet stepped on the ground, he was still a little weak and almost pounced.

He reached out and grabbed the steel pipe on the edge of the bed just in time, but it didn't

Really fell.

"You haven't finished your needle yet." Jiang Futing didn't stop him, just stood aside and watched him move to the door step by step.

"It's your business." Jiang Li didn't look back, his words were full of impatience.

He won't thank this man for helping him, not a penny!

If it weren't for him, his life wouldn't have become like this, and everything now is caused by him.

He dragged his weak body and finally paced to the door, then resolutely opened the door and left.

Jiang Futing didn't go home in the end, pinching the time was almost up, and then went back to school, washed up and fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, the windows were covered with a large fog, and I couldn't see the outside clearly.

He took out a piece of paper and wiped it, but it was still white.

Looking at the endless white outside, I felt cold.

It's snowing heavily.

Jiang Futing rarely added an extra layer of clothes inside, and quickly shuttled around the campus with a thermos cup, and when he arrived at the classroom, his hair inevitably seemed to be covered with a layer of cotton.

The plush on the collar of the coat was also dyed white.

He glanced at the other students who followed closely behind him, and they all looked similar.

Except for girls, people living on campus are rarely willing to use umbrellas, and they don't have to travel for a few minutes, so they are troublesome to hold umbrellas.

In the first class, Yang Linsheng didn't come again, and no one answered the phone, and it wasn't until the head teacher told him that he had asked for temporary leave again.

At lunchtime, everyone was willing to go out of the classroom as if they were going to the battlefield, and they were willing to go out of the classroom after all kinds of ideological struggles.

Some girls simply don't bother to go out and ask someone else to bring some snacks back from the commissary.

When some boys returned to the classroom, the wide sleeves and pockets of their school uniforms were all stuffed with snacks, but only Jiang Futing was relaxed when he returned to the classroom, and no one dared to let him take it.

As soon as he walked into the classroom, he smelled the puffed food and spicy strips all over the classroom, he frowned and didn't say anything, he glanced at the hygiene corner of the class, it was clean.

Then he returned to his place and sat down, and as soon as he took out his headphones, he saw the message sent by Bai Tang.

-There was no movement last night, right?

He replied quickly: No.

Then he put on his headphones and was surrounded by Liszt's piano music, which sometimes sounded like a stream and sometimes like a clear bell, always striking his heart and flowing through his body.

The phone vibrated again, and Bai Tang replied in an uninhibited tone: That's good, you usually pay more attention to yourself, I haven't thought about being ready for the master yet, if you really break out, find a place to cry by yourself.

Every time Jiang Futing looked at his text messages, he could feel his spirits flying, and his mood would be subconsciously mobilized by the other party, and he typed two words: rest assured.

Bai Tang didn't know if it would be particularly boring, and after a while, news came: the main thing was that the consequences of the backlash were more serious.

- What will happen?

Jiang Futing asked according to his meaning, and saw the two of them

Words, thinking of yesterday evening, now the bones still hurt.

-It will hurt the body at the lightest, and the soul at the worst, and the damage from the backlash is also irreversible, not to mention that you have three seals in your body.

Jiang Futing looked at his news, and his heart became solemn again for a while, according to the seriousness of what he said, all the seals were broken, let alone fate, and the soul might not be saved.

Replied to one: Got it.

Later, Bai Tang continued to chat with each other.

The song in his ears had been cut into a very noisy nuclear death heavy metal music, and his low black voice was tearing and shouting, which was completely different from the song he had just listened to.

But Jiang Futing inexplicably likes these two extremes, one is pure and soft to the extreme, and the other has a bit of a dripping and hoarse taste.

Before the noisy music in my head was finished, the reminder bell for the lunch break was exceptionally loud, covering the sound from the headphones.

Jiang Futing skillfully stuffed the mobile phone into the wide cuffs, took off the earphones on one side, and pressed the ear on the other side still plugged.

The mobile phone vibrated again, Bai Tang was still chatting a little endlessly, knowing that Jiang Futing could still play with his mobile phone during his lunch break, and chatting was even more energetic.

Bai Tang's topic somehow jumped to the matter of his school at that time, and he was still a little proud in his tone: My college teacher at that time spoiled me, and my senior brother was either staring at him or staring at me all day long.

- What major do you have?

Jiang Futing asked casually with a little curious interest.

- Computers, awesome! I will also make websites!

Bai Tang replied quickly.

Jiang Futing swept his eyes, remembering the extremely rough website he saw at his house yesterday, the tails of his eyes were slightly bent, and he replied very cooperatively, "Amazing."

Then I suddenly thought of something and asked: Where did the ghost qi on my body come from?

Jiang Futing waited for a long time and didn't wait for the other party's reply, and after closing his eyes, the mobile phone never vibrated again.

The sight was dark, only the songs in my ears cut one after another.

The melodies of different styles gradually blurred in his mind, and his sleepiness surged over his body unconsciously.

Bai Tang looked at the text on the screen, his fingers couldn't help but tighten a little, and finally exited the chat page, simply pinched the phone and threw it directly to the bed with some annoyance, and then a handful of soft bones melted directly into the gaming chair, sighed comfortably, and looked at the black URL on the screen.

The customer service chat alert window in the lower right corner suddenly flashed non-stop.

The eyes that were a little annoyed just now suddenly lit up!

It's time for business.

The mouse clicked on the flashing customer service avatar, and a gray-white chat window finally popped up in front of a large black patch.

- How much does it cost to catch ghosts?

Bai Tang finally came to the strength, and with a force of his enthusiastic waist, he rolled in with a stool, clinging to the table without a single gap.

His slender knuckles jumped on the keyboard: five thousand for the door, thirty thousand for ordinary ghosts, and ten thousand for one level above the level.

The person on the other side seems to be tested

After thinking about it for a while, he replied: So expensive!

Bai Tang didn't even think about it, and used his usual words for bargaining: real materials, Tong Su is not bullied, professional ghost hunting for 30 years, and you get what you pay for.

The person over there hesitated for a long time before sending the specific information.

Bai Tang looked at the information on it seriously, it seemed that she was a very powerful female ghost, and she had been making trouble for at least two weeks.

After reading the message, I replied: Tomorrow night.

-Not today?

The person on the other side asked with some dissatisfaction.

Bai Tang had no room for negotiation at all: no.

In the evening, he had to rush to make other orders.

After a few more minutes, the people over there thought it through, but they were clearly forced to do so: tomorrow.

After Mei Zizi finished receiving the new order, he closed the chat window, and an old man's panicked call sounded outside the building, "Xiao Tang! Don Jr.! Are you not at home? ”

Although his room is on the third floor, the reason why the house is quite old, the bricks and tiles have been weathered for decades, not to mention that the partition of this old-fashioned single-family building is not very high.

The panicked cry of the old man outside reached his ears very clearly, just like help.

Bai Tang has lived in this place for decades, and the people in the alley can guess what people are going to do when they fart, so he immediately raised his heart, rushed to the wall and stepped on the sofa, pushed open the window, and poked out half of his head, "I'm here!" ”

(End of chapter)