Qiao Yu's death gradually fell silent. I was busy helping my tutor with her papers, and gradually lost her affairs to the outside of my mind. In the end, she forgot everything completely, and she didn't even bother to investigate her autopsy report.

It wasn't until a week later that the fat man Andrew came to me in a hurry and said to me in a complicated tone: "Night, Pol seems to be a little strange lately! ”

"Who's weird?" I didn't even lift my head when I was looking up in the library.

"Pol, I'm talking about Pol." The dead fat man banged on the table with his hand, and his rude appearance attracted the attention of many people nearby.

I frowned, "This is the library, go crazy outside." Speaking of which, Pol is dating you? ”

"I'm chasing her." The fat man's rare face turned red: "But she doesn't seem to have responded to my sincere feelings yet." I'm not going to give up, it's definitely not enough of my passion. So lately, I went to her room early in the morning and waited for her, and then followed her to school. In short, I insisted on being by her side and protecting her at all times, until she noticed that I was an indispensable presence. ”

This guy really dares to say that he is too thick-skinned. Judging from his words alone, he has completely transformed into a stalker.

I didn't dwell on it, but gently turned the page: "You say that Pol is a little strange, what do you mean?" ”

"It's just a little strange, weird and flustered. She used to be unenthusiastic about me, but now she is even more impatient. Moreover, she always felt like she was afraid of something! Andrew pouted.

"Is it because Qiao Yu is dead that she has one less friend?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Probably not, Pol just treats Qiao Yu as an ATM, and has never really seen it as a friend. Not even so long ago, they didn't have much contact. The dead fat man rubbed his fat face.

"Oh." I perfunctorily put my attention back on the book, the object of this guy's affection, the ghost just wants to care.

When Andrew saw that I was ignoring him, he left in a huff. But not long after, the next afternoon, he ran into the library again and found me, his face full of excitement: "Night, Pol invited me!" ”

"Inviting you?" I was stunned: "Why did you invite you?" ”

"It's said that they want to get to know me better." The fat man was triumphant: "This time she didn't mention that she wanted to take you there, only me and her." ”

"Oh." I smiled indifferently, what the hell this guy was running to show, I wasn't interested in that Pol at all.

After being excited for a while, the fat man said again: "So, I want you to accompany me." ”

"It's my business." I glared at him: "You two are in love, why should I be a light bulb?" ”

"I always feel a little weak." The dead fat man wiped the sweat from his face: "She used to be cold all the time, treating me like a piece of frozen dead pork, but today she suddenly became inexplicably enthusiastic." Of course, although my character is good, it is not excluded that she may fall in love with me by seeing my pure heart through my **, but it is not bad to have an outsider to help me refer to it. lest she be so obsessed with me, that she haunts me, and hangs me from a tree, and thus loses the whole garden. ”

I heard it all over my head, this guy was talking gibberish, and there was obviously something wrong with the logic. Besides, is there really a tree willing to hang him? What's more, the forest that belongs to him cannot exist. The dead fat man must be afraid, after all, he has also encountered a few strange things with me, and subconsciously thinks that there must be a demon when something goes wrong.

I thought about it for a while, and I also felt that Pol's behavior was a little unusual: "Dead fatty, since you are chasing Pol, a girl from someone else invited you, you are not honored, and you are still afraid, it is too much of a seed." Well, since you're scared, why don't you push it off and not go to the appointment? ”

"What if she really falls in love with me? This possibility is still dropped. "The fat man's righteous words are affirmed.

This possibility is absolutely completely non-existent, and this bastard does not look in the mirror himself. I covered my forehead and didn't bother to pay attention to him: "Get away, I don't want to get involved in the two of you at all." ”

Andrew was pitiful and really got out, and just after a few steps, I suddenly changed my mind: "Get back." Give me a call before the appointment, and I'll go with you. ”

"Really!" The fat man's face was full of fat in surprise**.

"Well, now you can really get out." I waved him away. He sighed and closed the book in front of him, his mind racing. Pol's abnormality appeared after Qiao Yu's death, maybe he would find something related, or of course, there would be no connection at all. Speaking of which, I just heard the information from Andrew's mouth that she was abnormal, but I really don't know anything about what she is abnormal.

It seems that he really cares a little about Qiao Yu's bizarre death.

When Andrew called me at half past nine in the evening, I was continuing to look through the paper. After getting dressed and going out, the dead fat man still drove the half-dead classic car, which was so dirty that it seriously affected the city's appearance.

"It seems that Pol has the intention of having a tryst with you, and called you so late. Hehe, should I go along? I stared at the dead fat man in the car in a mocking tone.

The fat man stuck his head out of the twisted window: "Of course, night, you are my friend." How can there be good things that don't call you! ”

This guy is obviously scared, and what he says in his mouth doesn't go through his brain. Can a woman take it out and share it? It is estimated that he himself is well aware that the probability of Pol falling in love with him is almost zero.

I pulled the door open and sat in the back seat, and the classic car drove forward in agony. Turning around the streets, I finally came to the western outskirts of the town near a certain OTEL. It is an industrial area, and only a small number of rents are rented, and only people who are not financially well-off choose to live here. Now that I can spend money on my university and live in something like a slum, it seems that this Pol's family situation is also a bit complicated.

The car ended up parked in front of an eight-storey apartment. It's an old apartment, and if most of the rooms are not lit, many people will think of it as a haunted building. The dark surface, the old exterior decoration, and the unsightly shape. The apartment is also at least 100 years old.

Andrew took me and expertly greeted the doorkeeper. The dead fat man seems to have been harassing Pol tirelessly lately, and even the administrator has a weird look on his face.

I don't know how many years I didn't have the courage to take the elevator, so I climbed the stairs all the way to the 6th floor. Andrew knocked on 607's door, and the door immediately opened.

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