June 5, 1995, night.

On the fourth floor of the boys' dormitory, dormitory No. 19 is located in the deepest part of the corridor, and next door is a storage room full of miscellaneous items. My fiancée, Gu Qiusha, had only come twice, saying that the place where I lived was not even as good as a kennel, and vowed to let me have the most spacious and comfortable home.

In a month, she and I were getting married.

The wedding time was set after the college entrance examination, and it was also before I was transferred from Nanming High School and officially went to work at the Municipal Education Bureau. The time for us to receive our marriage certificate has been set for June 19, two weeks later.

I had just spoken to my fiancée on the phone, and I didn't dare tell her about today, saying only that I might be in some trouble, but it would be over soon.

The watch came to ten o'clock, which was given to me by Gu Qiusha's father, or a Swiss watch bought in Hong Kong, which once caused a sensation in the teacher's office. I was reluctant to take it out for fear of wearing out the shiny surface, but Qiusha forced me to wear it every day.

Sitting at my desk, I didn't have time to take off my watch, and I looked at the glass on the surface, reflecting my tired face. Since graduating from university and returning to my alma mater as a Chinese teacher, I have lived here alone for three years. Although the walls are a little peeling, the ceiling is cracked and moldy, and there is only a crumbling single bed and a color TV from the thrift market, which often snowflakes falls—I still miss this room because I spent three years of high school in this dormitory.

At that time, there were three beds in the house, each with bunk beds, and six boys lived. In 1988, late at night on the eve of the college entrance examination, one of them hanged himself, and when we woke up in the morning light, we saw a corpse hanging under an electric fan...... Unfortunately, I slept on the top bunk, the stiff body of the dead man dangling in front of my eyes, revealing his navel eye parallel to my eyes, as if one eye was speaking to me.

The school couldn't investigate, only saying that he couldn't bear the pressure of the college entrance examination and was worried that he would fall off the list and go to a dead end. This result was difficult for several of our roommates to accept, and we had nightmares for weeks on end. By the time we graduated, no one dared to set foot in this dormitory, and the school was abandoned along with the rumors of haunting in the next room.

Four years later, I returned as a new teacher, and I was the only teacher from Nanming High School to graduate from Peking University. But I didn't have a house, and the school couldn't solve the housing problem, so I had to use this murderous house as my single dormitory.

However, next month I will be moving to say goodbye to the house where I have spent six years.

The new house is an apartment allocated by the Education Bureau, which is a special case, after all, I have only been on the teacher's podium for three years – and many elderly people who have been teaching all their lives and are about to retire, three generations crammed into cramped, leaky old houses, have no chance of getting such a house. Two months ago, I just got the keys to my new house, a two-bedroom apartment in the city center, the best conditions that the education system can allocate, and the upstairs is occupied by the leaders of the Municipal Education Commission. My fiancée's family helped us with the renovation, and the cost of the newly purchased imported furniture and electrical appliances just yesterday was already more than my annual salary.

I understand that I don't know how many people envy me, envy me, and hate me.

Although I couldn't sleep, I turned off the lights early and went to bed, and after a few moments I heard a knock on the door. Nervously, I opened the door, only to see the officer at noon, his gaze over my shoulder, scanning every detail of the room.

"Good evening, Mr. Shen, can I check your room?"

The police officer showed a search warrant, and behind it was the school's dean stern, staring at me with pity.

"You ...... Are you suspicious of me? ”

The dean of teaching was a middle-aged man with a sincere expression: "Teacher Shen, you are known for your fluent speech in class, how can you be-"

I almost slapped myself and stopped in front of the door: "Teacher Yan, is that you?" ”

"I'm sorry, won't you let me in?"

Officer Huanghai's voice was even more muffled, and if ordinary criminals had bumped into it, they would have been scared to pee their pants.

"No, please look at it! I haven't done anything wrong, so why should I be afraid of searching? I let the police into the room, pointed to a beaded chain hanging from the desk, and said, "Be careful not to break this thing." ”

Although they didn't drive me away, I walked out of the dormitory with a shameful face, and a policeman followed me inseparably, would I still run away?

I walked out into the cold moonlight, and when I looked back, I saw the boys rushing out of the dormitory, probably thinking that I was a murderer, and the police were arresting and escorting me?

The few minutes of waiting for the search were so hard that people died. I turned to the girls' dormitory on the other side, and the window was also crowded with girls' faces, but I didn't see her.

Officer Huanghai went downstairs with a plastic bottle in a transparent bag. I couldn't see his face clearly in the night, but he didn't say a word to me. Two policemen grabbed me from the left and right and took me to the school gate, where a police car with flashing lights was waiting.

"Officer, please lock my door, there are my important things inside."

These were the only words I said when I was arrested.

The moment I was stuffed into the police car, there was a man standing on the side of the road in Nanming, and the street lamp shone on his frighteningly white face.

His name is *Song.