The shadows I could see were getting clearer and clearer.

There were several people lying on their stomachs at the window, their faces distorted, slapping and pulling the window glass fiercely, and their mouths open, probably shouting. Behind them, some people swayed wildly, like a group of demons.

The skin of those men was unusually red, and gradually turned black, and they molted like a tribe, leaving behind a gray skeleton of bones, which at last turned to powder, fell in a slump, and disappeared by the window.

I didn't see the fire, but I saw an even more horrible death.

"Hey, young man, what are you looking at?" The doorman walked out of the doorway room and shouted at me from afar.

I came back to my senses, "Nothing. "I glanced casually, and I saw a row of people standing behind the window, looking down at me. I could be sure that they were looking at me, and although I didn't feel the piercing cold gaze like Aunt Wang, I could see their heads slightly shifted to varying degrees.

If I could, I wanted to go into that classroom to have a look, but the doorman urged me again, and I could only play haha and get out of the eighteenth middle school.

At night, I had a dream.

Those fireballs reappeared, no longer lined up like students in a classroom, but surrounded me. I was so hot that I could only endure it.

"What do you want to do? How can I help you? I asked.

To be honest, I'm afraid that they will say that they want Qin Yijuan to die or something. I'm not in a good mood with these bear kids. Fortunately, I have been working with the masses for several years, and I have the stamina to do it, and I will not directly turn my face and reprimand them.

I plan how to guide the topic so that they give up angering Qin Yijuan and go to find the real murderer.

The flames whirred and burned the air.

The stuffy sensation upset me.

"Can you speak? Can you communicate with me? Give me a hint? I'll help you. More than twenty years have passed, and it is time for you to rest in peace, for it is not good for you or anyone else to remain on earth like this. "I persuaded patiently.

It didn't help.

The fire surrounded me and burned all night, and without the anger and resentment of the last time, I could not clearly perceive their emotions, or rather, the emotions of each of the thirty-four of them were different. That's what it is. How can thirty-four people be the same? People are different, and ghosts are different.

Things are so tricky that I get depressed.

When I went to work on Monday, I got a piece of news that made me even more depressed.

Tao Hai's son went abroad, Peng Dongyuan didn't want to care about Tao Hai's affairs, Tao Hai's death did not make the demolition of that room easier.

Guo Yujie and I came face to face, sighing together.

"How's that going over there?" I asked Chen Xiaoqiu.

Chen Xiaoqiu beckoned me to look at the screen, and there was a table on it that listed the list of possible leaders of the Gyeongju Manufacturing Bureau, and several of them wrote notes at the back that they had already been contacted.

"Some people ignore us, and some people pretend to be stupid." The thin man said resentfully.

"Pretending to be stupid?" The answer was really unexpected.

"Not really! As soon as we talked about Aoba, their faces were not quite right, and they said that they didn't know each other. "The thin man grinds his teeth.

The fat man followed me and Guo Yujie, and sighed, "The old leader's side may not be able to do it this time." ”

"Have you looked for the old leader?" Recently, because of my sister's matter, I really neglected the situation at work, and the thin man had found the old leader, and my team leader didn't know about it at all.

"Hmm. The old leader made a few phone calls, and asked someone, but he still said that he didn't know Aoba. "The fat man spreads his hands.

The old leader's face doesn't work, what is the origin of this green leaf?

Chen Xiaoqiu looked at me thoughtfully and said, "Maybe it's not that Aoba has any background backstage, but these people are afraid of having something to do with Aoba." ”

I was stunned, "You mean ......?"

"A supernatural office, the members have real skills, normal people will avoid it, right?"

I thought of Qing Ye's unforbidden means, although Ye Qing was only a verbal threat, but he was really in a hurry, he definitely didn't mind really doing it. I had mixed feelings. Could it be that Ye Qing also gave Gu to these people from the Gyeongju Manufacturing Bureau, or gave them the Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill? No, no. The Three Corpses Brain Pill is the content of Jin Yong's martial arts novels, and if Aoba wants to do it, he should curse the doll and let the little ghost haunt him.

My mind diverged.

"Brother Qi, what do you want?" The skinny man called me.

I shook my head, "Nothing. Just do your job. When the time comes, find a media outlet and go out to find someone from Aoba. ”

In this way, the demolition and relocation office can be regarded as having completed its work with due diligence.

The three thin men were somewhat unwilling. It's like playing a single-player game, spending hours, thinking that the plot is more than halfway, who knows that in a task suddenly stuck, life and death can't be passed, who can simply give up?

Chen Xiaoqiu is the calmest on the surface, but I think she is the most stubborn one, and she will definitely continue to investigate in private.

Two days later, my sister told me something.

Qin Yijuan retired early. The reason, of course, is Ji Ying's business.

My sister also has a grudge against Qin Yijuan, and like everyone else, she feels that Qin Yijuan has stimulated Ji Ying, otherwise Ji Ying should not have committed suicide so impulsively.

Even if it was really Qin Yijuan who stimulated Ji Ying, and Ji Ying really committed suicide, I don't think Qin Yijuan should be blamed for this matter. It's just that you can't say this to your sister. I'm afraid that my sister will accept my point of view and talk to her classmates at school, which will cause the wrath of those ghosts.

Thinking of those thirty-four ghosts, I couldn't help but rub my forehead.

"By the way, that guy is here." My sister said suddenly, holding the dishes.

I raised my eyes suddenly, "Jiang Yongning?" ”

"Who?" My sister was stunned.

"That Qin Yijuan's student, you said, came to the school to find Qin Yijuan." I remembered that my sister didn't know Jiang Yongning's name.

"Well, that's him."

"What does he do at school? Troublemakers again? My mom asked worriedly.

"I don't know. I heard Mr. Liu say that he came to Mr. Qin again, Mr. Qin has retired, he didn't find anyone, and he asked the school for the address and didn't give it, so he quarreled. My sister replied.

"Isn't that just a trouble?" My mom was even more worried.

"This teacher too, there have been two big incidents." My dad complained and was a little skeptical, "Can such a person be the dean?" ”

My sister snorted twice to show her support for her father.

I'm as worried as my mother, but I'm worried about another thing: Jiang Yongning went to school, is this going to change again?

That night, I fell asleep nervously and didn't dream, but I was quarreled by the phone in the middle of the night. It was Chen Xiaoqiu who called.

There was a trace of trilling in Chen Xiaoqiu's voice, which was really rare, "Lynch, Eighteen Middle ......"

"What's wrong? Eighteen Middle School Accidents Again? "I immediately sobered up.

"Well, the school building of the eighteenth middle school was burned down."

"What?" I can't react a bit.

"The entire school building was burned down!" Chen Xiaoqiu's trembling voice was gone, his tone was heavy, and the words pressed on my heart.