I believe that death is foreshadowed.

Two weeks before he was killed, death rushed to Newton like a ripe red apple......

On Monday, June 5, 1995, at six o'clock in the morning, I was awakened by screams outside my window.

I thought it was a nightmare voice, I hadn't been here for years, struggling to get up, but I couldn't do anything, as if someone was weighing on me - many people have had similar experiences, and it is said that this is the "ghost press".

Here he is again. I saw a face, blurred in the dark, resting on the torso of a strong man. Like when I was a child, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't make a sound, and I felt like I was being choked by the neck.

A second, third, and Nth scream came from outside the window, changing from a poignant female voice to a rough male voice......

These heart-rending cries saved my life.

In the morning light, the face of the nightmare disappeared, and only the poster on the bedside remained, Maradona was holding the Hercules Cup, the only idol of my youth.

This is the boarding Nanming Senior High School, looking out from the window on the fourth floor, on the roof of the school library, there is a girl in white lying on the roof.

Although it was a hundred meters away, I recognized it at a glance - Liu Man, his body twisted into shape, motionless and stiff on the roof, his long black hair spread like a waterfall among the red corrugated trees, I remembered "Red and Black" that I had watched countless times.

She's dead.

Liu Man is a student in the third (2) class of high school, and I am her Chinese teacher and homeroom teacher.

My name is the statement of the statement, the statement of the statement, the statement of the statement.

Three years ago, I just graduated from the Chinese Department and was assigned to Nanming Senior High School as a teacher, which is the school I am most familiar with.

I put on only a pair of trousers, put on my shirt and rushed out of the dormitory. The whole building resounded with the noise of the boys, and most of them saw their classmates die for the first time. I fell to the corner of the stairs and got up frantically again, not feeling the bleeding from my forehead.

The school's large playground is quite wide, with a standard football field in the middle, a track and field track outside, and a large oleander forest full of bright flowers in the back, anyway, there is an open space in the wilderness.

Ten years ago, on this track, I won the men's 100m championship at the school athletic meet.

I bare my chest, spread my legs and sprint with all my might, and time suddenly stood still, as if there was a bottomless river between me and the library. Behind me was the girls' dormitory, screaming and crying one after another, the girls were lying on the window, but the focus had shifted from the female corpse on the roof to my back as I raced across the playground.

1 minute and 20 seconds, from the dormitory to the library.

The Nanming High School building is relatively new, with the exception of the library's two-story building, which was here many years ago, and the traditional Chinese mountain top, where there is a small attic on the ridge of the roof, and no one has ever gone up. This mysterious attic window, occasionally lit up in the middle of the night, has become a major attraction for the school's supernatural legends.

On the second floor, where the smell of paper and ink fills the building, the entire library is empty, except for the dead man on the roof.

One more staircase, the wooden door of the small attic was locked with a latch from the outside. I pulled the latch and pushed the door open, and I was faced by a dark room, with a blinding light from the narrow window, piled with all kinds of old books, choking on dust, and a strange smell.

The windows are open.

The wind ruffled my hair, and without hesitation, I rolled out the window—on the roof of the library, tiles and a few tufts of grass at my feet, and a girl in white clothes and black hair lay on her side.

Stumbled and touched it, the soles of his feet slipped and almost fell, and he heard an exclamation from the girls' dormitory from a distance, and a tile fell in response to the sound, shattering his bones downstairs.

I saw Liu Man's face clearly, the most beautiful girl in Nanming Senior High School, and the girl with the most gossip, the most unbearable gossip - related to me.

From her stiff and twisted expression, it can be seen that she died in great pain, her eyes widened facing the sky, and at the last moment was she looking at the moon or a meteor?

Or the murderer's face?

Why do I think it's a murder?

However, the posture of her death is beautiful.

Like a plucked rose, it is gradually withering in a unique way.

I was afraid of death, but not of the dead, and I carefully leaned down and touched Liuman's neck. The screams in the girls' dormitory became more and more frightened and miserable, and I wonder if my image in their hearts became more manly or more terrifying?

Touched - only the skin of a dead person can be so cold, and there is a characteristic stiffness.

Despite my mental preparation, I slipped and fell on the tiles, kicking my feet back a few inches, my fingertips like I was electrocuted, as if they were going to rot in a few moments.

I have issued a death notice for Liu Man on behalf of the doctor.

Suddenly, two tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, which were the most reasonable tears for a high school teacher, especially the homeroom teacher of a dead girl.

I lay side by side with Liuman on the roof of the library, like two corpses. I couldn't see the stars or the moon, only the dark sky of the early morning, which seemed to float the spirits of the dead. Through the turbid and gloomy air of the large playground, in a certain window of the girls' dormitory, she was hiding in the gap of a bunch of girls, looking at me very calmly.