A bright moon hung in the vast night, and the cold light sprinkled on the window lattice. There seemed to be a flute outside the window.

Qingyue's ethereal flute sound, lingering in the moonlight, seems to come from the clouds, carrying the golden wind and jade open-air water thin clouds, through the warp and weft of the wind, will play endless thoughts.

At first, the melody is brisk, but gradually becomes excited, and several thunderstorms and lightning clouds rain and rain, and then turn into autumn rain, low and long, lingering endlessly.

The sound of this flute is somewhat familiar.

Star Swirl opened her eyes, feeling a slight chill. It was indeed raining outside the window, and the first autumn rain had already taken away the tail of summer, and it was closer to the cold winter.

She got up from the bed and reached out to close the window, only to notice a dark shadow hanging outside.

His head hung low, lower than his chest, his face unclear, his limbs stiff as if his joints could not bend properly, and he hung in mid-air in an eerie position.

Star Swirl saw the threads hanging above the dark shadow's head in the moonlight, a metallic sheen, inextricably linked to his back, wrists, and ankles.

"Golem...?" She was startled and immediately closed the window.

And the lowered head slowly lifted up, making a strange "creak, creak" sound, and a strange smile appeared on the pale face.

Star Swirl finally saw the true face of the spider-like black shadow, but was stunned for a moment when she saw it clearly, "Pei Yue? How could it be her? ”

The doorknob of the bedroom turned, and the black shadow suddenly jumped upward, drawing a meteor-like ray in mid-air, and disappeared from her vision in an instant.

Mr. X leaned against the door frame, the light in his blue eyes was dim, "I actually came to the door, I am really bold enough." ”

"I heard a flute just now, but I'm not sure if I heard it in a dream or in reality." Star Swirl groaned.

"That's probably a way to manipulate the puppet." He sat on the edge of the bed, took her hand, rested his chin against her soft bun and sighed, "Can't underestimate them." ”

"I just saw the puppet's face... It's Pei Yue," her voice trembled slightly, "Could it be that she has also been made into a puppet?" ”

Mr. X didn't answer, taking Star Swirl in his arms, patting her on the back and muttering, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

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And Han Dongzhi actually continued last night's dream.

Outside the window, the sun was like blood, and in the silent classroom, the two people confronted each other silently for a long time.

"Teacher Han, I already know your secret." Hao Rui's dark eyes looked directly at his face, as if he had seen through his heart.

Han Dongzhi's heart was beating wildly, wanting to leave the classroom immediately, so as not to be seen and cause trouble, this student had already given him a lot of headaches, and he really hoped that he would disappear from the world tonight.

A few minutes later, he told an untold truth.

It's just that when his pale lips moved, the whole dream seemed to be muted, and he couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

"What are you talking about?"

The incandescent tubes overhead swayed, casting two figures on the ground, even though there was not even a hint of wind in the classroom at the moment.

He leaned against the blackboard and said, "There is no secret that can escape my eyes." ”

Suddenly, Han Dongzhi's eyes darkened, and when his vision came back to a clear one, the scene had changed to the school cafeteria where people were coming and going.

What was that scene just now? Could this be the real conversation between myself and Hao Rui last night? But what secret does he know, and is this secret enough for him to kill Hao Rui?

"No, I didn't kill anyone." Han Dongzhi shook his head vigorously.

The students who passed by all looked at him with a scrutinizing look, as if the words "murderer" were written on his face.

Han Dongzhi felt that he had no appetite, left the cafeteria, and walked towards the teaching building. Today should be his last class here.

Downstairs in the teaching building, a few boys were talking together, and when they saw Han Dongzhi, they immediately dispersed. Only one of the bespectacled students remained.

"What are you talking about?"

"Teacher Han, don't you know?" He looked at him worriedly.

"What?"

"Hao Rui was poisoned!"

"Where did you hear that?" When Officer Shi Yong talked to him before, he didn't seem to mention the cause of Hao Rui's death.

"It was all over the school, and in the morning the police investigated the scene and determined that the door to the library was locked from the outside, and the victim could not open it inside, and he could not escape after being poisoned.

Some residual liquid was found on the floor of the library, and after the police collected evidence and left, Mr. Liu went to do a test without permission, and you know that he is a big mouth. ”

"Tell me the results of the tests."

"Measured cyanide was found in the water trails."

"Cyanide?" Suddenly, a picture appeared in Han Dongzhi's mind, it was the picture of a black figure standing in the chemical laboratory refining cyanide.

"Teacher Liu said that peaches, plums, apricots, and loquat all contain hydrocyanic acid, of which bitter almonds have the highest content, and hydrocyanic acid produced by hydrolysis is highly toxic, and oral administration of 0.06 grams is enough to be fatal!"

"Don't spread these words casually, until the police autopsy report comes out, no one knows what the real cause of Hao Rui's death is." Han Dongzhi patted the student's shoulder, put his ear close to him and said, "People are terrible! You know what I mean. ”

"Teacher, I don't think Hao Rui should go to the library alone in the middle of the night, someone must have asked him to go there, who did you say would be the person who asked him to go?"

He stared at a pair of eyes that were so clear that they made people palpitate, causing Han Dongzhi to take two steps back: "Even you are doubting me? ”

"I'm sorry, but my classmates are saying..."

"Enough, shut up!"

Han Dongzhi quickly threw away from him and glanced towards the third floor of the experimental building, where someone seemed to be standing in the shadows watching him.

Han Dongzhi dragged his tired steps back to the dormitory, which was the place assigned to him by the school to live temporarily. He opened the first drawer of the cabinet, and a group photo was quietly placed inside.

The woman leaning on his shoulder affectionately on the group photo smiled with crooked eyebrows, Han Dongzhi stroked his forehead, and couldn't remember who this woman was for a while.

Underneath the group photo is a letter that reads, "TO: Dear Winter Solstice. He took the letterhead out of the envelope, unfolded it on the table, and began to read.

"Dear Winter Solstice:

I can't believe we're getting married in a month. The time of marriage is set after your graduating class takes the college entrance examination, and then you can also leave this small place and devote yourself to the H Group. I'm so happy for you, because I know that just being a secondary school teacher is not at all possible to use your talents. As for your concerns about new experiments, I don't think it's necessary, you trust me, and you should trust my brother. Looking forward to our wedding.

Love you."