June 19, 2013.

On the 18th anniversary of the death of the Declaration, the closer to 10 o'clock in the evening, the more restless *Song became, and the blood in his body accelerated to the point that it was about to spurt out of the capillaries. He simply took off his shirt, knelt on a futon, drew a six-pointed star on his chest, and made a few strange gestures, which were said to reincarnate people's souls.

In the past year, he has paid the most attention to Si Wang in his class, this boy actually had an affair with a female teacher, which led to Ouyang Xiaozhi being expelled from the school, and *Song, as the head teacher, also made a public review. At the request of the principal and parents, he quietly observed Si Wang, especially during the summer vacation, and found that the child was playing Muay Thai in the fight club all day long, and he was fighting particularly fiercely in front of the sandbags until his legs were covered with blood.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Are there any students who have make-up classes today? He looked at the schedule and made sure there was no one else, and which parent had come to give the gift?

* Matsu got dressed, put away the futon on the ground, opened the door casually, and saw an unfamiliar face.

The other party was an old man in his sixties, looking at him with a grim face.

"You are?"

In an instant, he seemed to remember this face, one afternoon in the library more than ten years ago, and countless times on the subway, in the green belt at the entrance of the community......

June 19, 10 p.m.

He was about to scream, but before he could close the door, the other party picked up a wooden stick and slammed it on top of his head......

By the time *Song woke up, it was already an hour later.

The room was covered with thick curtains, books were piled up everywhere, the floor was clean, and the furniture was almost dusty. He was curled up in the corner of the bedroom, his hands and feet bound and unable to move, his mouth gagged with a rag, and his forehead ached fiercely.

Shen Yuanchao's face was quite vicious, holding a wooden stick and walking back and forth with his collar open, like an old butcher.

"It's good you're finally awake!" He grabbed *Song's neck, causing his face to flush, "Listen! I know that as soon as I let go of your mouth, I will scream and attract security, you just have to nod or shake your head, but you are not allowed to lie! ”

* Song nodded in fear, and the other party continued to interrogate: "You're a murderer, aren't you?" ”

He shook his head violently, but received a slap in the face.

"This room is plastered with Freemasonic symbols, who do you think you are? President of the United States? You're a pervert who studies witchcraft and paganism, right? ”

Shaking his head again, he was punched in the head again.

"On June 19, 1995, you killed Shen, right?"

* Matsu almost swallowed the rag in his mouth, shaking his head desperately with green tendons.

"Still lying! Eighteen years on, I can't wait any longer – tonight, it's time! The old prosecutor raised his stick again, "Since you use a knife, then I will use a stick, perhaps more merciful." ”

Actually, killing people with a stick is more barbaric than using a knife.

Just as Shen Yuanchao waved his stick, and * loosened his eyes and almost became incontinent, the doorbell rang.

The stick was lowered to the ground, and * came back with a sigh of relief, confident that it hadn't hit itself on the head.

Shen Yuanchao froze like a sculpture, and the doorbell rang three times in a row before he silently walked out of the bedroom and returned to the back of the door of the entrance.

A dull voice came from outside the crack in the door: "Prosecutor Shen, are you inside?" I'm not a policeman, I'm Ah Liang. ”

"Ah Liang? How did you come here? ”

Only through a door, the young man outside whispered, "I am a ghost, I can go anywhere, tonight, I know you will come to him." ”

"Ah Liang, this is my business, it has nothing to do with you, you better leave quickly."

"I said it - I'll kill that demon with my own hands to avenge my dad, and if you don't open the door, I'll call the police now! Or go straight to the security guard at the door. ”

The door, open, though only a small crack.

There was barely any light in the gap, only a vague figure could be discerned, and the boy rushed into the room and locked the door again.

Shen Yuanchao took a few steps back: "Child, I won't give you the opportunity to kill." ”

"Thank you, Prosecutor Shen, you are trying to prevent me from taking my life, and it's a big deal that you bear the responsibility alone. But I'm a ghost, and I'm not afraid of the laws of the world! ”

"How did you find it?"

"Half an hour ago, I received a call from your daughter - she said that you went out in the morning and have not come back until now, and you left a letter for her, saying that on this night eighteen years ago, my brother was killed by an evil spirit, and today I must go to revenge."

"But I didn't say who I was going to?"

"Shin Min is a good girl who asked me for help because she didn't know. She's scared that Daddy is going to kill someone, and you're in your sixties and you're definitely in danger. But she didn't dare to call the police, no matter whether you really killed someone or not, you might be locked up by the Public Security Bureau. I immediately promised her that I would bring you home tonight. ”

"You know?"

"You can't go to a second person except *Song."

Before he could finish speaking, the boy had already broken into the inner bedroom.

* Song panicked when he saw him, isn't this his own student Siwang? It's actually in the same league as the gangsters?

"Are you sure he's the demon?" Si Wang turned around and asked the old prosecutor, and at the same time pulled out the cloth in his mouth, but fortunately, he could only make a hoarse voice, and he didn't have the strength and courage to scream, "Teacher Zhang, I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

The high school student crouched in front of the head teacher and carefully examined the wounds on his body.

"You're here to save him? Do you know him too? ”

Shen Yuanchao's eyes widened, and he picked up the wooden stick and prepared to smash him. Without fear, Si Wang stood up, snatched the stick from his hand, and slammed it on his head.

His forehead was bleeding.

This idiot-like move made Shen Yuanchao and *Songdu look stupid.

"Yes, I'm here to save him."

He let the blood run down his cheeks and onto his lips.

Suddenly, Shen Yuanchao remembered that at this moment eighteen years ago, there was blood gushing behind Shen Ming, and he really wanted to experience the feeling of bloodshed and death.

"Kid, you're not a ghost, are you?"

"Ghosts don't bleed, only living people feel pain." He wiped a handful of blood from his face, and sure enough, his face was hideous, more like a demon, "This person who was tied up by you, I followed him for three years, and I believe that he is not the murderer who killed Shen." ”

"You really talk like a policeman!"

"I'm sorry, I lied to you, Officer Huanghai's biological son, Ah Liang, died of leukemia a long time ago, but I look very similar to Ah Liang, and Huang Hai recognized me as his godson. My name is Si Wang, the commander's Si, Wangwang, my father's name is Si Mingyuan, my mother's name is He Qingying, I study in Nanming Senior High School, I will be in my third year of high school after this summer, this person is my homeroom teacher. ”

"But why would you do that?"

"For the dead Officer of the Yellow Sea – he was like a father to me. I've seen all the case materials, the murderer of your son, and someone else! ”

"Why?"

"I know who that person is!"

Shen Yuanchao was silent for a long time, and his body finally softened. Si Wang took the opportunity to untie the tie for *loose, and at the same time whispered in his ear: "Teacher Zhang, please don't take revenge or take drastic actions. ”

"Thank you! Si Wang. ”

He was very honest, constantly moving his muscles and bones, hiding in the corner, neither running nor shouting.

Si Wang hugged the old man who was kneeling on the ground: "Tonight, I came here not only to save this person, but also to save you - if you kill him, then you will become a sinner, or even sentenced to death, I don't want to see the day you are shot!" What happens to your daughter if you die? ”

"For eighteen years, every moment, I have been thinking about him, not for a minute of indifference, but more and more clearly. I owe him so much in this life, I never paid it back while he was alive, and I just want to atone for my sins by avenging him, even if it gives me my old life. His face ...... You won't understand. ”

"You are wrong, the dust of eighteen years is too heavy, you don't recognize it anymore. Even if you kill this person, you will not be resurrected, so give up. ”

The tearful Shen Yuan Chao bowed his head and said: "I have persuaded myself for many years with this sentence. Now, are you finally going to give up? ”

Si Wang helped * Song up: "Teacher Zhang, he won't cause you any more danger, but please also promise me one thing." ”

"Please." * Song trembled and grabbed him as a lifesaver, "Say yes to everything!" ”

"I apologize to you on behalf of this old man for tonight's incident, he just misses his dead son too much. Please act as if nothing happened! Don't even call the police, okay? As long as you promise, Siwang is willing to do anything for you! ”

"Okay, I promise, I won't blame the past, and I will laugh at the grudge!"

* Song was still talking at this time, and Si Wang whispered: "Thank you! I will repay you! ”

Then, he grabbed the old prosecutor: "Let's go!" ”

By the way, the stick was taken, and the rope that bound * loose, these will become incriminating evidence.

The two hurriedly walked out of the room on the seventh floor and left the community at night, but the security guard didn't pay much attention, thinking that this was the father and son who came to find Teacher Zhang to make up the class.

Stopping a taxi, Si Wang accurately stated the address of Shen Yuanchao, and at half past ten in the evening - at this moment eighteen years ago, Shen Ming was already a corpse.

Along the way, Shen Yuanchao didn't speak, his hair was messy, and his eyes were glazed looking at the night, imagining the pain of being killed, and the boundless loneliness after death.

"Promise me not to do it again - take revenge and leave it to me."

"But you're still a kid."

"Actually, I've grown up a long time ago."

I don't know why? Shen Yuanchao suddenly remembered more than 30 years ago. Perhaps the older a person gets, the clearer his memories become when he was young......

"Actually, Shin Ming is my illegitimate son, he and Shin Min are half-siblings, and his mother died when he was seven years old."

"I know."

"I remember one year's May Day, I was not married, and I went to People's Park once with Shenming. It was the happiest day he had as a child, riding the merry-go-round, buying balloons for five cents a piece, and drinking a bottle of orange juice for two cents......"

"I haven't forgotten."

"What did you say, kid?"

The old man looked at his eyes suspiciously, but Si Wang pinned his head out of the window, and the glare street lamp shone in, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up slightly.

The car drove to the entrance of the community, and he accompanied Shen Yuanchao to the flower bed downstairs, and the window sill on the fourth floor was still lit. If he doesn't come back, Shin Min will wait all night.

"Eighteen years ago, on the day of Qiqi after his death, I also invited a Taoist priest to come to the window to summon his spirit."

"You are an old Communist Party member, a staunch dialectical materialist, how can you believe this?"

"Someone told me that the place where my son was killed has extremely heavy yin energy, and the ghost after death will be trapped underground forever, and only the conjuring spirit can lure him back, at least he can come to see me in Broken Qi, and then he will be reincarnated as a new person."

Shen Yuanchao said very seriously, I don't know if he was old and confused or changed his faith. In fact, it's just nonsense that someone cheated money.

While accompanying him up the stairs, Si Wang whispered, "I'm sorry, I've been lying to you for the past two years. ”

"It's okay, I'd rather it was true, I'd rather have a chance to see my son again."

In the corridor, the young man grabbed his hand tightly, sweating slightly warm palms, real living palms:

"There are no ghosts in the world, please stop looking for the ghosts of the declaration!"

While speaking, he had arrived at the door of the house, Shen Yuanchao bowed his head and took a step back, presumably because he had no face to face his daughter, or Si Wang pressed the doorbell for him.

Shin Min quickly opened the door, she first saw the boy's face, and then hugged her father in ecstasy.

When she dragged her father into the house, but Si Wang ran down the stairs as fast as he could, Shin Min wondered if he was really a ghost?