I hurried to the school, knocked lightly on the door, and stepped on the bell to return to my seat under the murderous gaze of the eight women. In the past, when I followed my master out to handle cases, I often asked for leave, and although the eighth woman was very unhappy, she couldn't do anything about me. This time I took two more days off, and she must have resented me, but if I had good grades, she would never say anything. In our class, good students have always had this privilege.

"Students, we are already in the third year of high school, and we will take the college entrance examination in less than a year, I hope that the students who are usually late and leave early, skip class and ask for leave will converge and reinstate themselves!"

The bitter teachings of the eight women sounded so harsh to me, and she obviously said it to me, because there were basically no absentees in our class, and I had done all three of the remaining things. She didn't criticize me by name, but I was still ashamed because I wanted the whole class to know that I was the one who was being targeted.

This class mainly talks about classical Chinese, and this Friday Ba Po left a practice paper, but apparently I haven't had time to write it yet. Ba Po walked around the class while lecturing on the topic, she should have caught a glimpse of my white test paper with her spare eyes, and deliberately pointed me up and asked, "Chen Rong, you can tell me about the C option of this question, which word is a fake word?" ”

I glanced at the test paper, and option C was "mountains on both sides of the strait, slightly without a gap", why is it so familiar? I suddenly remembered, isn't this the "Three Gorges" that I heard from the ghost teacher? My memory was like a floodgate that had been opened, and all the knowledge points about this article poured out, so I replied with confidence: "It should be 'que', it is lacking in the gap." ”

The eighth woman looked at me with some surprise and said, "It's strange that you have to do your homework, do you think you can do it?" If you can take 12 Chinese in the next exam, I won't have to write any homework in the future. ”

I smiled awkwardly and said I wouldn't have written it in the first place...... But I can't argue with her about anything, I usually have more than 90 points and barely pass the level, so the eighth woman is a heart, she knows that I must not be able to go to one hundred and two, I want to go to one hundred and two, I have to be tired to hit 120 first.

I finally survived the long Chinese class, and the next class was English, which was also a weekly class with a foreign teacher. This is a special program in our school, and there is an English class every week with a foreign teacher who is mainly responsible for teaching us a standard Californian accent, as James claims to be from California. Many students don't believe it because the foreign teacher looks like an African, but I am convinced of it, because I always see a foreign teacher eating Californian beef noodles, how can he not be a Californian?

Before the class bell rang, I simply sat in Su Mo's empty position, and the foreign teacher couldn't remember where everyone sat anyway.

As soon as I sat down, the fat boy was chatting about the gossip rumors of the midnight pervert, his ability to search for information was indeed extraordinary, and he had picked up first-hand information about the pervert from the major forums, but it was obviously confusing the truth and falsehood. Some people say that this is the "third type of contact", the pervert is actually an alien doing human experiments, and some people propose that the pervert is a lesbian, and some people even pretend to be victims to cheat money, and they are tragically besieged by netizens after being recognized. The funniest thing is that someone said that the pervert was a writer of online novels, because of the chief eunuch, he was scolded by readers for being from the palace, and finally went completely crazy.

"Lao Chen, look at this, this should be true." Fat boy clicked on a post on a forum and pointed to a piece of text on his mobile phone.

The landlord who posted the post, who claimed to be one of the victims, replied in the comments: "I lost consciousness the moment I came into contact with that person, and in retrospect, I couldn't remember what he looked like at all, I remember that I saw his face, but it seemed to have turned into a black hole." Can you understand that feeling? It was in my memory that there was a man wearing a black robe covering his head, and when I wanted to remember his face, a black hole appeared in the hat. I tried to remember any clues, but I could only remember one thing: I fainted in an alley very close to my house, and before turning into that alley, I smelled a strange stench, but I didn't know if it had anything to do with the pervert. But rest assured, I haven't lost my body, nor have I lost any belongings, but because of the fright, my physical condition has not been very good recently, thank you for your concern. ”

"It was under this post that there was speculation that the satyr was an alien because the victim mentioned 'black holes' and there were other victims below who acknowledged." Fat Boy swiped the screen slightly, and finally stopped at another reply, "Look. ”

"I'm also a victim, I listened to the landlord's description, and the impression of the demon actually coincided with me, and the word 'black hole' couldn't be more vivid." Below this floor, dozens of people clicked in agreement, and a few people stepped on it.

"How many victims are there?" I asked in a whisper.

The fat boy held his chin and said seriously: "According to incomplete statistics, 42, this does not include those who did not report the crime because there was no loss." ”

"So much?" I was slightly startled, "When did it start?" ”

"From this Wednesday night, for a total of four days now, there are more than ten victims on average every night. What's the old Chen, it's mysterious enough, are you interested? ”

"Tell me first, why are people still stepping on it? Do they disagree? ”

The fat boy smiled: "Hey, idle, these days, when you comment on the long live of the motherland, some people dare to step on it." ”

I spread my hands and said lightly, "Then I'm not interested." Calling him a pervert is really a little aggrieved, in my opinion, he is a pervert, it has nothing to do with me, the police will catch him sooner or later. ”

The fat boy said unwillingly: "But Su Mo is also a victim, don't you want to show yourself in front of the goddess and catch the murderer with your own hands to avenge her?" ”

"I think you're trying to behave, right?" I glanced at him with disdain, and the corners of my mouth rose and chuckled softly, "I'm sorry, this is a human doing, not my business." ”

"How do you know that someone did it?" The fat boy is not convinced by the airway.

I didn't feel good and said, "You're so boring to be a demon and a monster?" What do you want to do for half a day? ”

"Even if it's a person, what does he want?" Fat boy asked rhetorically.

"Won't I say it, psychopath."

"Can't youkai be psychopathic?" The fat boy is still angry.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say, I'm not interested in it anyway, unless you can find stronger evidence that this is a supernatural case." I really can't beat him, so I don't bother to argue, but I don't believe that there are monsters or ghosts that can do such a thing, right?

Fat boy thought for a while and said, "Actually, there is another victim in our school, earlier than Su Mo, why don't we go to her after class." ”

"Who?" I asked.

"Meng Tejiao, do you remember? The last time I fought with Liu Wen. ”

I laughed and said, "Just that little goddess? More than I am. ”

"That's her. Well, if you find evidence, you can't sit idly by! Fat Boy said seriously.

I said in my heart, if you ask Meng Tejiao what she can ask, she can tell you the ghost if there is no ghost. But in order to make the fat boy die, I could only agree to accompany him to find Meng Tejiao, and then I replied perfunctorily: "Okay, let's listen to the class first, and James should ask questions again later." ”

"Who's James?" Fat Boy asked suspiciously.

"Foreign teacher!" I say.

"His name is Smith......"

"How do I remember his name is James?" I patted the shoulder in the front seat and whispered to him, "What's the name of our foreign teacher?" ”

"Chris." The boy in the front seat replied in seconds.

Now I and the fat boy are even more confused, where is this guy? But it's no wonder that Fat Boy and I never listened to him, and we probably misremembered his name together.

The fat boy suddenly covered his belly and said, "Lao Chen, I want to eat stir-fried three threads." ”

"I think you're like a stir-fried three!" I gave him a hard look and then ignored him.

Children in the Northeast have this benefit, but whatever they want, they will look like. I remember when I was a kid I looked like ice cream, yo-yo, etc., and the most unbelievable thing was that Master said that I was like a fly swatter and a security door, but I really can't remember why I wanted these two things.