My vision turned again to encompass the boy.

Jiang Yongning? Was that Jiang Yongning when he was a teenager? It's completely different from the bloated and gray man, but it's not a happy person either.

My vision shook from the classroom to the road, and I could feel a panic that did not belong to me, but clearly came from where I stood. A thin and thin figure suddenly appeared in the field of vision, trembling, blocking most of the figures of the hooligans.

"Big brothers, I'll invite you to play game consoles." A flattering voice, a hand reached behind his back and waved desperately.

The vision shook and suddenly turned a hundred and eighty degrees, and the surrounding scenery quickly receded, and I heard the sound of gasps, as well as the angry shouts and a few screams from behind. The vision turned back to see the boy who had been beaten to the waist, holding a wallet in his hand and a flattering smile on his face. His gaze swept over, flattery turned to anxiety, and he waved his hand again, signaling to run. The speed of running slowed down, until he saw the hooligans making a gesture to chase them, and then he continued to run, and from time to time he turned his head and saw that the boy had been robbed of his wallet and kicked several times.

I was suddenly detached from this weird feeling and came to my senses.

It's a dream. I'm dreaming.

Dreamers rarely think that they are dreaming, even if the content is grotesque, they will do whatever they want, but sometimes this kind of thing follows not the yearning for happiness and happiness, but the things that are afraid in the heart.

My dreams are different. I know I'm dreaming, I have a clear goal every time, what is out of control is the dream itself, what I have to do is fight those ghosts.

This time the ghost is Zhang Xue, the girl who died in the fire.

No, not necessarily a struggle. Zhang Xue just wanted me to see the memory, or maybe she unconsciously let me see her memory.

Memory confusion, time jumps, sometimes it's winter, the next second it's summer.

Zhang Xue paid attention to Jiang Yongning. The hooligan incident should have happened at the beginning of the timeline, because Jiang Yongning's rescue made Zhang Xueji hang up the unpleasant anger bag in this class.

Jiang Yongning is rich, cowardly, and very "smart", so he has become a public wallet for boys, some girls will also eat and drink, and other students who are not domineering don't like such a cheap bone and avoid Jiang Yongning.

Such a person protected Zhang Xue in a way that did not belong to the hero.

Zhang Xue didn't do anything, just paid attention to Jiang Yongning from time to time.

I can understand Zhang Xue's approach, but when I think of Zhang Xue following Jiang Yongning, crying silently, and whispering when she disappears, I can't help but feel pity and sympathy in my heart.

I watched quietly, waiting for the end of the dream, the one I already knew.

At night, a lively classroom.

The senior decided to go on a graduation trip together. They chose this time to save money and also to stimulate it. There is no curfew, no constraints, and in the middle of the night, they embark on a journey with their classmates and stay up all night, which is their way of celebrating their graduation.

Zhang Xue noticed the empty seat and heard the laughter of the others in her ears. No one mentioned Jiang Yongning.

Qin Yijuan walked into the classroom, swept her gaze, and paused slightly on Jiang Yongning's vacant seat.

Zhang Xue's heart lifted. I could feel the girl's heart pounding.

Qin Yijuan didn't say anything in the end, and took out a case of wine from under the podium. The boys cheered.

Zhang Xue was also given a glass of beer, which was served in a paper cup. She took a sip, not liking it much, and glanced absentmindedly at Jiang Yongning's empty seat.

I was fixed in Zhang Xue's field of vision, and I could only see Qin Yijuan occasionally. She walks through the classroom, pours wine for the students, and spills some of it on the students.

A student jokingly asked, "Teacher Qin, have you already drunk and are you still drunk?" ”

Qin Yijuan's face was expressionless.

The joking student shrunk his neck and hurriedly drank to cover up.

Qin Yijuan is very wrong. The students were unconscious, and I saw resentment in Qin Yijuan's eyes.

Why?

I don't understand. Ever since I heard that Qin Yijuan was the murderer, I have never been able to figure it out.

Zhang Xue only paid attention to Jiang Yongning, and there were not many "shots" of Qin Yijuan in the dream, so I had no way to analyze it.

Boom!

Several bottles of wine were smashed and fell to the ground.

Under the mask of the smell of alcohol, there is a slight smell of gasoline.

Zhang Xue moved her head, as if looking for the source of the smell.

At this time, I was already sure that Qin Yijuan did the thing. She must have had some device in the locker at the back of the classroom where she put her broom and mop, or else under the lectern. The gasoline flowed out slowly, and the students did not notice the dampness and slippery under their feet.

Gradually, some students fell on their desks, not drunk, but frowned.

Zhang Xue's dizziness spread to me.

It suddenly occurred to me that I was supposed to be at the police station, how could I fall into a dream? I seemed to feel this way before the dream started.

The sound of sprinkling water and footsteps faded away little by little, and retreated to the door of the classroom.

Zhang Xue lay on the table and looked at Jiang Yongning's position, which was right in front of the teachers.

Qin Yijuan walked past the unconscious students, threw away the empty bucket, and took out a match from her pocket. She retreated outside the classroom, threw down the lit matches, and slammed the classroom door shut, the sound of metal clattering behind the door.

The flames lit and some students woke up, jumping onto desks, slamming into classroom doors and smashing window panes...... They didn't have much strength, and even shouting was minimal, and it didn't take long for them to be hoarse from the smoke, and they fell weakly into the fire one after another.

Zhang Xue fled, shouted, smashed the windows with others, pulled the door, and slapped the flames on her body. Obscured by tears and flames, Zhang Xue squatted on the desk, and her last vision was an overturned desk.

Jiang Yongning didn't come, it's great......

The girl fell off her desk and into the flames.

I don't have a body at the moment, but I'm weak. Chen Xiaoqiu said that my dreams can change reality, but the truth is that I am just a bystander this time, I can't stop Qin Yijuan, I can't open those doors and windows, I can only watch those students die, and feel the scorching temperature of the fire.

I thought that the dream ended here, and I was suspicious and angry at Qin Yijuan, but the dream still continued.

The sweltering sensation disappeared and I heard crying.

On the black-and-white posthumous photo is Zhang Xue's energetic smiling face.

"That Jiang Yongning! It was that Jiang Yongning who killed Xiaoxue! He deserves to be burned! How could that little brute be so ruthless! What a class! They are all classmates he sees every day! ”

The voice full of resentment made Zhang Xue panic.

No! It's not Jiang Yongning! It wasn't Jiang Yongning who killed us!

No one could see her, no one could hear her, her outstretched hand could not touch anything.

She looked at the hatred of her relatives and saw Qin Yijuan come to worship her. She suddenly turned around and left her mourning hall.

Jiang Yongning!

Jiang Yongning!

Jiang Yongning!!