"I can't even save you as a hero, hero!" Yang Junfei's voice was full of hysteria. Dagger new address

"Don't feel sorry for me." Xue Qian kept stroking his hard facial lines softly, "I can meet you in the last part of my life and see what kind of person my sister loves is the man." I have no regrets. ”

"I'm not going to let you die!" The old man bit his lip vigorously.

"Well, I'm not dead." The girl seemed to have lost a lot of strength because of speaking, and her voice became smaller and smaller, "I will always be with you......"

He carried her to the Nose River, and he threw the cardboard box into the river. The box drifted farther and farther away with the river, and the strange hand undoubtedly returned to the girl in some way incomprehensible to the naked eye after a minute, tugging at her waist.

Yang Junfei was about to say something, when suddenly, the mobile phone rang urgently. The caller was silent at night, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and answered it immediately with excitement.

"Hey, sixteen or seventeen hours ago, you had something to do with me?" The voice of the night silence and laziness came.

Life is something that cannot be seen or touched, and it is not like energy that can be measured by a certain standard. But since the beginning of recorded human history, most people have agreed that life is actually a form of representation that can be measured. It has a certain capacity, and as long as it is consumed, humans, nay, all living beings in the world, will die.

Only in this way can a pervasive phenomenon be explained. For example, some people smoke, drink and take drugs, have a very bad lifestyle, and have unhealthy schedules, such people should have been sentenced to death by health experts. But some of them are far from the lives of ordinary people. For the other group of people, they pay attention to diet, pay attention to moderate exercise, and pay attention to everything related to health. They are supposed to live a long life, but they often die before they are forty years old.

Therefore, life must have its quantitude. This is true for everyone.

For the first time in his life, Yang Junfei was deeply touched by this, because of the girl on her back, her total life was constantly being consumed. So when he heard the silent voice of the night, the old man with a deep sense of powerlessness seemed to hear the sound of heaven. He hurriedly asked in an excited tone, "Why didn't you answer the phone in the morning, forget it, it's okay." I've got something tricky, help! ”

"The case in my hand hasn't been solved yet, and I'm almost dying." Ye was silent and listless, and seemed to be sitting comfortably, crossing Erlang's legs, "Do you want me to come over?" ”

"No, when you come over, the daylilies are cold." Yang Junfei shook his head, and told in detail what happened from yesterday to today in a solemn voice.

Xiao Ye on the other end of the phone listened quietly and was silent for a long time, "In this way, the theory that the infrasound emitted by the ceiling fan affected the students of the second class is completely wrong. Indeed, infrasonic waves can't bring a hand that has been separated from the human body back to life, and it is connected to Xue Qian's vitality with some incredible power. ”

"Of course. What should Lao Tzu do? Qianqian is dying! The old man couldn't help it, and he was about to be hysterical again.

Ye Buyu laughed very annoyingly, "Hehe, that girl is important to you?" I've never seen you in such a hurry! ”

"Stop being poor, help me figure it out!"

"How could I have thought of it for a while. I wasn't there, so I had to make a basic judgment. The words of the night silence are intermittent, and they seem to be thinking.

Yang Junfei was not in a hurry to open his mouth and waited quietly. He stood by the river at the head of the nose, with Xue Qian on his back, and stood quietly like this. The water of the Bitou River is very fast, and it makes an impatient sound of 'bang-la-la'.

"Looks like we've accidentally overlooked something!" For a full three minutes, he was silent before he spoke again, "Everything should be judged back to the beginning." What exactly do ordinary students on duty do? This needs to be thought through a paradigm shift. ”

（*。 Paradigm shiftWhen existing models are abnormally inconsistent, it is necessary to change existing ways of viewing, perceiving, thinking, and even evaluating the world. ）

"But it's clear that I haven't been on duty for the last two days." Yang Junfei retorted.

"It's true that there are no more students on duty. But that's only in a broad sense, at most the students on duty no longer fulfill their morning and evening cleaning obligations, and after the ceiling fan is removed, they will no longer turn on the fan to ventilate. However, the students on duty still carry out the last work in the order they were previously arranged. Ye Bu whispered and gently spit out three words: "Erase the blackboard!" ”

Yang Junfei was stunned for a moment. After Xue Qian, who was about to fall into a coma, heard it, he struggled to reach his ear and said weakly, "Brother-in-law, I remember." That hand, I've seen it on the blackboard. ”

"What do you mean?" The old man hurriedly asked.

"That hand, the blackboard suddenly appeared with similar graffiti, and I erased it. But at that moment, I suddenly felt like an earthquake, but the classmates around me didn't react at all, so I didn't care. "The girl said it was very hard.

"Blackboard, it turned out to be a blackboard!" Yang Junfei also came to his senses. Yes, after the cancellation of the duty system, the last contact with the students on duty every day is only to wipe the blackboard.

There must be something wrong with the blackboard in the first and second classes of high school!

"Sayo, thank you so much. When I returned to Canada, I had a treat and a good meal. So, bye-bye. The old man hurriedly hung up the phone and hurriedly dialed the old principal's number.

"Hey, Mu Chu, why are you calling so late?" The old headmaster's haggard voice was a little hoarse.

"Principal, I want to ask when the blackboards for the first and second classes of high school were purchased?" Yang Junfei asked anxiously.

The old headmaster recalled for a moment: "It must have been more than two months ago. ”

"Well, do you remember where you bought it from?" He fell into deep thought. The second shift was two months ago, and the blackboard was changed two months ago. Right in terms of timing, judging by all the circumstances, this thing is definitely the problem.

"I don't know, I have to ask about procurement." The old principal's voice was dark, "But the purchase died two months ago. ”

"Well, I'll look into the purchase list. You always rest early. Yang Junfei hung up the phone, and suddenly thought that Fang Xi and the others were still summoning Saucer Immortals in the classroom of the second class, and couldn't help but shudder. A bad premonition rises in my heart.

He looked at his watch, it was almost eleven o'clock, and he immediately dialed Fang Xi's number again in a hurry.

"Hey, Mr. Yang?" Fang Xi's voice came through the airwaves.

Yang Junfei was not polite, and yelled at him with all his might, "Fang Xi, leave the second class classroom quickly." Tell everyone that don't touch the blackboard, let alone erase it! ”

But the old man didn't know that his call was too late.

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