I woke up instantly, and when I sat up from the bed, I found myself soaking wet, and my body was still cold, as if I had taken a cold shower in winter, and there was no heat at all.

I wiped the sweat from my face, because my palms were wet, and it didn't get much better.

I could feel the anger of the dead, furious to the extreme, just like their dreams, a burning flame that could consume everything in their time limit at any moment.

This kind of emotion and power is terrifying.

By the time I stood under the shower and washed away the cold sweat, I still hadn't recovered from that emotion.

At breakfast, my sister looked at my bad face and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, I had a nightmare yesterday and didn't sleep well." I tugged at the corners of my mouth.

Sending my sister to school, looking at her back, and then looking at the school building, my heart became heavier and heavier.

My sisters can see the problem, and of course they can too.

"Brother Qi, what's wrong with you? Something is wrong? The thin man asked with concern.

I kept my face down, "It's a student in that class." ”

The fat man gasped, "Everyone in that class?" ”

I took the phone and called Xiao Gu directly, "Xiao Gu, I'm Lynch." I'd like to ask you about the eighteenth middle school you inquired about last time. Yes, it's a fire thing. How many victims are there? Well...... I know. Thank you. Nothing, just a sudden thought. What is the name of the one whose class survived? Can you give me a contact information? I'm still a little worried about my sister. Okay, okay, goodbye. Hanging up the phone, I looked at the fat man, "Everyone, there are thirty-four students in all." ”

In that case twenty years ago, thirty-four people died, and there were thirty-five in that class, and only the suspect survived, Jiang Yongning.

I specially counted in my dream, thirty-four living people, and there was an obvious vacancy in that queue, which should be Jiang Yongning's seat.

"You're going to find that guy?" Guo Yujie asked worriedly.

"Of course." I nodded.

"Brother Qi, I'll go with you." The thin man volunteered.

Fat people also want to talk.

"No need. It's just a phone call to ask about the situation, not a negotiation. I shook my head.

Because it had nothing to do with work, Xiao Gu gave me Jiang Yongning's mobile phone number. He couldn't have given me an address. The Jiang family is rich, and after the verdict came out 20 years ago, they will be chased and intercepted by the angry victims' families, and they will have to move out of Minqing City. Xiao Gu said this last time. Jiang Yongning appeared in the eighteenth middle school, I don't know where he lives in Minqing City, and I don't even know if he is still in Minqing City.

I'm not prepared to do anything in a hurry. Jiang Yongning was acquitted 20 years ago, and 20 years later, it is impossible for me, a small civil servant in the demolition and relocation office, to be a messenger of justice in the dark and act as a substitute for the law. I just want to confirm Jiang Yongning's situation. If Jiang Yongning is haunted by ghosts and ghosts, it goes without saying. If his wife is peaceful, I will definitely find a way to let him go to the 18th Middle School again.

The dead want rest, let them rest, lest they do any more evil to the innocent.

Jiang Yongning's mobile phone was quickly dialed, and the voice on the other end of the phone was very gloomy and gloomy.

"Hello, is this Mr. Jiang Yongning?" I asked politely.

"It's me. Who are you? Jiang Yongning's tone was very lazy and listless. That gloomy but seemingly innate, engraved in the bones. It's like some people are naturally cheerful and enthusiastic, even when they are sad, you can be sure that they will soon laugh again. Jiang Yongning is the opposite of it.

I recalled what Aoba had done, and said calmly: "I'm a reporter for the magazine "Strange Stories", and I take the liberty to disturb you, I don't know if you saw the spontaneous combustion incident of students in Minqing No. 18 Middle School two days ago? ”

The thin man looked sideways, and the thin man gave me a thumbs up and winked his eyebrows.

Jiang Yongning was surprised, "What? ”

"There is a student in Middle School No. 18 who spontaneously combusted for no reason, suffered severe burns, and is still lying in the hospital. According to our magazine's investigation, more than 20 years ago, there was a case of arson in the 18th middle school, in which 34 students in a class in the third year of high school died, and you were the only survivor of that class. Not long ago, you also went to the 18th Middle School to find Qin Yijuan, the head teacher at that time. Is that so? ”

"That student, is it Qin Yijuan's student?" Jiang Yongning became short of breath.

I was stunned, "That's ...... We don't know...... He is a student in the second class of the second year of high school, and the classroom is in the fourth room on the second floor of the teaching building. ”

"The fourth room on the second floor......" Jiang Yongning's voice was in a trance.

"That's your old classroom, right?" My heart tightened.

"Yes...... It's our senior year of high school...... It's the classroom where they had an accident. Jiang Yongning said in a low voice.

"Mr. Jiang, can you meet and talk face-to-face? You seem to know a lot of things, you can ......" I was halfway through my sentence, and Jiang Yongning hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, my heart was empty.

"What's wrong, Brother Chi?" The thin man hurriedly asked.

"What did he say?" Guo Yujie then asked.

"That student's classroom was the one that burned it. He ...... "I frowned.

Jiang Yongning doesn't look like that kind of person who is extremely vicious. It's just my feeling, I feel like sometimes I can't count. Old man Li deceived the old senior criminal policeman, he is a mad murderer, I am an ordinary person, what is the use of this feeling?

The only thing that is certain is that Jiang Yongning cares about Qin Yijuan very much.

Was it because he was the head teacher at the time? A student who is bullied, in addition to hating the person who bullied him, will also hate the teacher who is helpless or simply ignores the school violence. The last time he went to school, he went to find Qin Yijuan. Want to take revenge on Qin Yijuan? What about the student who spontaneously combusted?

I rubbed my forehead, "I'll contact him later." ”

"You have to be careful. If he's a murderer, don't touch him casually. Guo Yujie reminded.

"Don't worry, I know."

In my spare time, I opened the webpage and subconsciously typed in Qin Yijuan's name. Qin Yijuan's public information on the Internet is the resume released by the eighteenth middle school, as a teacher, she is experienced, serious and responsible, but as my sister said, the title and award are all more than 20 years ago, and she was commended as a young teacher, mainly in terms of teaching achievements. Since that case, her resume has been blank, and it was not until three years ago that she was promoted to director of education by the school, and her career took a turn for the better. Forums and other places have mixed reviews of Qin Yijuan. There are two kinds of teachers that students like, those who are humorous and those who are dedicated and loving. The former has nothing to do with Qin Yijuan, she is not smiling, she is the standard teaching director's face, and the latter is the reason why some students like her. She cares about her students, especially those from difficult families or who are not well received at school. may be because of Jiang Yongning's matter, which made her have this transformation.

"Teacher Qin is Yan's mother."

This sentence is the general understanding of students about Qin Yijuan.

Will a rehabilitated teacher move former students, or will they be more indignant?

This question popped up in my mind.

Narrow-minded people will complain, and there is always a thought circling in their hearts: Why wasn't this the case when Qin Yijuan taught me? If Qin Yijuan had been like this at that time, this kind of thing would not have happened.

Those who died, don't they think so?