As soon as the words fell, the body in front of him suddenly strode forward.

I was about to jump up and hide behind Ichiya, but Ichiya pressed my shoulder with his hand and said, "Rest easy." ”

I saw that the headless male corpse who had just taken two steps suddenly fell to his knees.

Just when everyone was caught off guard, he quickly used his hands and feet like a mouse, crawled under the table, and between breaths, the cold big hand that had been dripping with blood grabbed my ankle.

In the air, there was a strong smell of blood, and there was a sticky liquid flowing on the ankles......

As soon as my eyes were closed, I resisted the urge to scream, I had to be very calm and rational in order to calm down and learn to adapt.

A name slowly appeared in my mind: "Chu Zhiyou." ”

Then another piece of cloth appeared, a delicate and smooth cloth, the fingertips gently rubbed against the taut cloth, a slight, rustling, but soft texture, which made the heart very calm and joyful.

Then there was a round stick, and when I touched the head, I found that in front of it was a brush as hard as an animal's bristles, and the top was still wet, as if it were ......

It seems that you can draw colors.

There is music in my ears, it is the sound of a piccolo, a beautiful piccolo, gentle, joyful, as if it is filled with all good things, making people feel as if they are in a huge fairytale forest.

The right hand holding the pen, there is an impulse, an impulse to depict presumptuously.

A kind of affection couldn't help but come well.

The sound of the flute suddenly turned sharply, and his arm was tired and he struggled to continue drawing on the cloth.

The wind and clouds are treacherous, and in the huge deep forest, joy leaves, and mourning sounds.

This is a tune that I have heard somewhere, it seems to be a Czech movie, the young king and the beautiful woman meet in the woods, it is love at first sight, the witch covets the position of the queen, chops up the beauty and buries it in the woods, she is afraid that someone will resurrect the beauty, so she takes the beautiful woman's intact head and marries the king in the guise of a beauty.

So in the depths of the woods, the little shepherd boy who had witnessed all this played this song for the beautiful woman as a mourner.

The music stopped, and there were books, the wind, and the whispers of many people.

After a while, there was a cry, as if it was a girl's cry, the voice was very small, and there was a feeling of anxiety in my heart, very anxious, so anxious that my chest was tight, and my internal organs were in pain.

Finally, there was a pain in my neck, as if I had lost consciousness.

"Where's my head?"

I asked.

"The head is still there." Yiya replied slowly.

The headless male corpse on the ground was gone, but the cool air that had been left on my ankles kept freezing into my chest, and it cooled my rushing blood.

It wasn't until my breathing became normal that I opened my supernatural notebook with my hands on the table.

"What about Chu Zhiyou?" I asked.

"Who?" This time, Ye Zhiqiu, who was already standing next to Yiya, replied.

"The headless man just now." I say.

"That's the final state of the entrusted target in the world, which is generally only seen by the entrusted person, and when the client gets their last feelings, they disappear, to be exact, it is not a person or a ghost, but something equivalent to a video." Ye Zhiqiu said.

"Can't you see him?" I asked.

"You can see it." Ye Zhiqiu replied.

"And what about you kidding me?"

"Hehe, how do you say that? In fact, we can't see everything, but it doesn't matter to us whether we can see it or not, after we receive the notice, we only need to appear at the door at a specific time to guide the way, and it will follow itself.

These things have their own rules of behavior, and we don't need to worry about them. ”

"Alright, let's take notes." Yiya said.

"How?"

"I read, you write." Yiya said.

"The first commission, the headless ghost ......"

"Wait a minute, his name is Chu Zhiyou." I corrected.

Yiya smiled with relief and said, "Then write about Chu Zhiyou." ”

"Chu Zhiyou, a native of the capital, a literary and artistic youth, likes to write poems and paintings.

Three years ago, because they fell in love with a girl, the two eloped and went away to Dingxian.

A month ago, he was diagnosed with cancer and called home to say he wanted to go back, but he disappeared and his family suddenly lost contact with him.

He was dead, but because he had no head, he didn't know how he died, and he didn't have any memories of his life, Meng Po couldn't cook his soup, and he couldn't cross the bridge. ”

"What am I going to do?"

"Find his head, let him remember the past, cross the Nai He Bridge, and be reincarnated."

"But I only know one name now, how do I find his head?"

It's like this every time, there is no clue at all, where do I look.

"Don't worry, you have to know that there must be a reason for entrusting to you, either the thing happened in a place you don't want to be, or the person who happened had a certain connection with you, anyway, no matter what, as long as you pay attention to the details of life, you will definitely gain something." Yiya touched my head and said firmly.

……

The blood on the ankles was gone, and the blood on the floor was gone.

But in my heart, I still planned to wash my feet again, and when I went upstairs, Yiya also walked out from behind with a mop, and Ye Zhiqiu followed behind with a bitter haha.

The next day's military training was the last day, and after that, there was a farewell performance for the instructors.

It was a gentle, fresh morning, the sky was higher than before, the smell of flowers was stronger, and small clouds were shining in the light blue sky.

The military training assembly is very early, and breakfast is also eaten in the cafeteria after the gathering, which is probably the hottest time in the school canteen every year.

At noon, the last warm sun of autumn spreads warmly under the sky, and it seems weak.

After all, it is autumn, the hot summer is at the end of the moment, the sycamore begins to lose its leaves, every day to walk on the road to school, it is covered with the cleaning aunt has not yet cleaned the fallen leaves, the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves in the wind slide everywhere, some branches are already bare stretching to the sky.

Today's training project is still a review of what I learned before, (Generally, college military training should be a training at this time, but I wrote about junior high school, and my memory is too long, so I wrote it according to the needs of the plot, and I hope you can correct it if it is unreasonable.) There was no specific project, and the instructor asked everyone to stand in the sun for a while, not in a very standard military posture, and then let everyone rest in place.

Jingjing next to me began to talk to me.

"Aqiao, don't you think? The instructor next door is not as good-looking as our instructor. ”

"Ahh Almost, it's all good-looking. ”

Can you imagine that these instructors are all eighteen or nineteen-year-old teenagers in my eyes, and it is the best of years, and everyone looks so bright and dazzling that they are blind, and they cannot be compared.

"I can't talk about it today."

Jing Jingbai glanced at me and continued: "Then don't you think our commander-in-chief is so imposing!" ”

"yes, I think." I don't deny this, although I've seen someone more awe-inspiring than him, but that's not an ordinary person, to put it mildly, he's indeed the most outstanding of any normal person I've ever seen.

"What do you think?"

Instructor Chu's voice came from behind him......