Fire? Fire! Fire!

When I think of the word "fire", I can't help but think of the cabin that was destroyed by the fire, and the fire that killed more than 150 lives at St. Mary's English School!

Fire, fire, fire! Fire everywhere!

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a piercing chirp ringing in my ears again, as if there were countless souls struggling in the sea of fire, making a terrible and desperate cry!

I covered my ears and closed my eyes. However, the voice did not disappear, but grew louder and harsher!

Suddenly, in the midst of that scream, there was the sound of footsteps, footsteps coming this way.

I was stunned, turned my head, and lowered my hands.

Those tinnitus disappeared in an instant.

Did I hear it wrong?

No, I heard it right, it was indeed the sound of footsteps, or the "snapping" sound of leather boots on the ground.

Men in Black? Suddenly, I shuddered.

Why is he here again? Did he find my whereabouts again and chase me here?

My goosebumps were getting up, and I pulled out my gun and held it in my hand in the direction where the footsteps came. However, my hands kept shaking.

The wind blew from behind the red curtain in front.

In the long corridor, those red curtains were blown open by the wind. It seems that these red curtains are like the spiritist flags fluttering in the wind in the funeral procession!

Footsteps, getting closer. However, behind the red curtains that fluttered in the wind, there was no figure.

Is the person walking towards me the man in black, or the Wu Song, or a ghost I can't see?

My cold sweat fell down the side of my cheek. The hand holding the gun also oozed cold sweat.

Now, I have no way back. Behind him, there were only those gasoline barrels, and the thick black walls.

At this time, a huge black shadow pressed towards me.

Finally, this dark shadow appeared in front of me.

I held my breath, but the hand holding the gun kept shaking. From between my teeth, there was a kind of quivering sound.

Finally, I saw him, the man in black.

The man in black appeared in front of me again. He still wears the black hat, sunglasses, and black gloves on his hands.

"You, who the hell are you? Why are you chasing me? I finally couldn't take the weight of my heart anymore and screamed.

However, the man in black stopped, but did not speak.

Suddenly, he reached out his black leather gloved hand and reached for his jacket pocket.

What is he doing here? Is it to pull out a gun?

No, how can there be a gun in this jacket pocket? At most, it's a handkerchief.

The man in black didn't pull out a gun, and of course, he didn't pull out a white handkerchief like those gentlemen. He slowly dug something out of his jacket pocket. It was like a piece of paper, a folded piece of paper.

Then he slowly unfolded the yellowed piece of paper, and then threw it at me and landed it in front of me.

I was stunned, but I didn't dare to crouch down to pick up the paper, so I could only look down.

It seemed to be an old newspaper, an old newspaper that had turned yellow, like the one I had seen in the principal's office at the town middle school.

"Pick it up and take a good look!"

Suddenly, the man in black spoke, the first time I heard him speak.

However, the voice didn't seem to be a human voice, more like a robot's. The voice was low, but there was a terrible echo to it.

I looked at the man in black again, but he pulled down his hat and covered his face, and then he didn't move.

I hesitated, but crouched down and picked up the old newspaper, but I still looked at the man in black warily.

This old newspaper is the same as the one I saw last time in the principal's office, but it's not the same newspaper.

At the top of the newspaper, on the front page, there was still a report on the fire at St. Mary's English School. However, some changes have taken place in this content.

According to the latest police investigation, the fire at St. Mary's English School is likely related to a prop master and driver at the town's theater not far from the school. At the scene of the fire, the police found many traces of gasoline that had been poured, but there was no storage of gasoline in the school, and the amount of gasoline was very staggering, estimated to be 3 barrels of gasoline. This is clearly a case of deliberate arson. And just a few days ago, the prop master and driver of the town theater once bought gasoline, about 10 barrels. It's incomprehensible to buy so much gasoline. Another suspicion of the driver is that he is said to have a close relationship with a female teacher at St. Mary's English School, and just a few days before the crime, someone had seen the two of them walking together in the town square, and the two were very close, and it seemed that they were very close, and it seemed that they were a couple. Coincidentally, this female teacher was also one of the two teachers who survived the fire. At present, the police are continuing to investigate this case, and this newspaper will continue to pay attention to this case. ”

Yes? How can this be?

I froze and looked up, but the man in black was gone!

This time, the man in black didn't seem to be looking for my trouble, but why did he show me this newspaper?

Could it be that he came here just to tell me about it?

I lowered my head, wanting to read the newspaper again.

But to my surprise, in this old newspaper, the news report just now is gone!

What's going on? Am I dazzled again?

I rubbed my eyes and flipped through the newspaper again. However, the tabloid has neither a name nor a date, only boring advertisements and reports on street trivia.

I threw the newspaper away, but I couldn't calm down for a long time.

Could it be that Wu Qiang is an arsonist? Am I an arsonist?

I never imagined that such a thing would happen.

No, I definitely wouldn't do this kind of thing, and I can't be this Wu Qiang!

Yes, Wu Qiang is Wu Qiang, I am me! I have nothing to do with him!

But why did Wu Qiang deliberately set fire to St. Mary's School? So, but more than 150 lives?

I can't believe the content of that old newspaper, that, maybe it's the *** of the man in black, which makes me believe that I or Wu Qiang is an arsonist! No, I wouldn't have done such a thing at all! I also believe: even if Wu Qiang is not me, he will not do such a hurtful thing! Unless, he's crazy!

But how do I explain the 10 barrels of gasoline?

I turned around and looked at the gasoline drums again.

I would rather believe that Wu Qiang or myself secretly used the money from the troupe to buy so much gasoline and sell it privately, and I can't believe that this gasoline was actually used to set fire to take away more than 150 lives!

Also, why did Wu Qiang set fire? Could it be that it was just because he had some kind of relationship with the female teacher at St. Mary's English School, because of some emotional problem, that he couldn't think about it for a while, so he simply set fire to the female teacher and wanted to burn the female teacher and everyone else in this school? It's just that the female teacher escaped by luck?

Or, he probably didn't want to burn the female teacher, because the female teacher was still alive, which was particularly strange. So, it's likely that he took revenge on that school for the sake of that female teacher? But why? Could it be because the female teacher had been abused by someone in this school? In order to avenge the female teacher, he set fire to the school? In this way, which female teacher, if not Wu Qiang's accomplice, is at least an insider of Wu Qiang's arson?

Who is that female teacher? Could it be that she is Mary?

But isn't Mary an actress in the troupe? How did she become a teacher at St. Mary's English School again?

No, Mary should be the teacher at this school! Don't forget, the headmistress had Mary called her into her office, so Mary must be the one who survived!

By the way, since Wu Qiang can be an actor and driver, why can't Mary also be an actor and teacher?

No, that's not possible either! If Mary was a part-time actress, it would be impossible for the newspaper not to disclose such an important detail. The relationship between Mary and Wu Qiang in the newspaper should be described as a "colleague" of the same troupe.

Obviously, Mary is either a teacher or an actor in the troupe, and you can't have both.

In the newspaper, it was talked about Wu Qiang's relationship with the female teacher. If the female teacher is Mary, then Wu Qiang has a motive for committing the crime. In other words: Wu Qiang set fire to St. Mary's School in order to help Mary get revenge on someone in the school, or, kill Mary for him!

This time, all my original assumptions were ruthlessly overturned.

It seems that that Wu Qiang is not an innocent victim, let alone a hero, but a murderer! He created that fire and killed so many lives at St. Mary's English School!

I hope that Wu Qiang is not me! Otherwise, I am afraid that I will have to live in pain and regret forever for the rest of my life!

No, I'm not Wu Qiang, I'm definitely not Wu Qiang!

Suddenly, behind me, there was another sound of footsteps!

I turned around, raised my gun again, and looked nervously behind the curtain.

Could it be that the man in black, he's back again? What else is he trying to tell me this time?

The curtains were turned up one after another, and my heart was lifted.

Finally, from behind the curtain at the end, a man flashed out!

However, the person who came out was not the man in black, but the "Wu Song"!

I tightened my grip on my pistol, pointed it at him, and shouted, "Don't come, don't come here!" ”

The person he is looking for is me, and the person he wants to kill is also me!

He stopped, but he still stared at those eyes like copper bells, and the red and black oil paint on his face looked particularly eye-catching and shocking under the light.

"You're a murderer!" Suddenly, he spoke.

"What did you say?" I was stunned.

"You're a murderer, you're a murderer!" His eyelids didn't blink, "You killed more than 150 lives!" You will pay with blood! ”

Yes? I was stunned and involuntarily took two steps back.

My back, however, was touched by something hard and cold, that is, a gasoline drum!

No, I, how could I be a murderer? No, I'm not Wu Qiang at all! I'm not! I didn't kill anyone, I didn't set fire!

Suddenly, my mind flashed one picture after another as if I were playing a movie.

In the darkness of the night, I drove a small tool cart with three full gasoline drums in the back. I drove to the back door of St. Mary's English School, took out the quilt and rags that I had prepared, and poured the buckets of gasoline on top of it, and filled some of them into a small plastic oil drum.

Then, with those quilts and rags, I climbed over the low wall of St. Mary's English School, sneaked into the dormitory building, and dropped those things downstairs. But. I didn't light it right away, but ran to the cafeteria, the staff dormitory building, and the teaching building not far from here, and piled up these things that started the fire. When everything was ready, I lit the fire and scattered the oil in the plastic oil drum all over the place. Even the school communication room at the door, I didn't let go.

At this time, it was still 3:06 in the morning, and the people here were still asleep, not knowing that death was coming. The fire was slowly burning, and the smoke was filling up little by little. However, I did not leave, but watched as the fire around me grew stronger.

In the firelight, I burst out laughing.

On the window of the communication room, on a glass that reflected the flames of the sky, a face appeared!

This is a man with a beard and a hideous and terrifying smile······