X Municipal No. 3 Middle School, Doorman Duty Room, Midnight.

Snowflakes were already flickering on the TV screen in front of Lao Tang, but the noise couldn't disturb Lao Tang's good dreams. There were still wine stains dripping from the lying wine bottle, and the choking smell filled the entire room, making Xiao Luo, who had just returned from patrol, sneeze fiercely, and then scolded angrily: "Bastard! Could it be that I took over this night shift? When I come every day, I only drink...... What the fuck...... Get up! It's your turn to go on patrol......"

"Uh...... My head! Hehe...... Is...... Is it the middle of the night? Under the dim light, Lao Tang's cheeks collapsed, his complexion was as white as a fish's belly, and he couldn't see a trace of blood. Shou Mei is lowered, the lines around his eyes are like wrinkled paper, and his gaze is dull and dull. Hunched over, curled up in a soft chair, like a shrimp. Thanks to the high wine, he was only in his fifties, but he was already in his sixties and seventies, as if now, he struggled to get up as if he had done his best, and it seemed that the wine on the table was almost not wasted, and it was all in his stomach.

"Patrol, patrol, patrol ......" he muttered, while struggling to get up, this is a commonplace scene for Xiao Luo, he looked at this drunk cat-like old guy coldly, and said lightly: "Don't think about me for you, since I have been with you this week, I haven't slept for three nights, no matter what, your class must be on your own duty today, I will never care about you anymore." ”

Anyway, he did do this kind of evil before, according to his understanding, this old soup is simply pretending, if you are kind to this kind of goods, it is a pure waste of feelings, it is better to help those stray dogs, at least they know how to look at the door for you. I can also wag my tail when I see you.

Maybe he felt that the old routine didn't play a role, Lao Tang still stood up in one go, turned off the TV casually, smiled at Xiao Jia, and walked towards the main building slowly......

"Damn! It's garbage again. Xiao Jia saw the room full of alcohol and garbage, and spat at the mouth with hatred. This situation. He couldn't stay in the house at all, so although he was reluctant, he had to clean up the aftermath for the old sloppy ghost.

At night, the campus is very deserted, and most of these public middle schools only focus on functional construction, and do not consider the so-called greening and ecological humanities, so in addition to the three six-story teaching buildings, there are only the front and rear playgrounds and the warehouses stacked with sundries in the back.

For the security guards, the school buildings are basically not to be taken care of, as long as the doors are locked. No one will go there when they are full, but the sundries in the warehouse need to be paid attention to from time to time, not to prevent people, but to prevent wild cats and wild dogs from taking it as a safe haven, especially the room with sports equipment and biochemical equipment, it is the most important thing, you must know that these two places can not be opened to take things, but people can not criticize it.

Tap and tap to the back playground. After going to the toilet to solve it first, Lao Tang walked to the warehouse step by step. The moonlight was blocked by Building 3. There was only a dim light bulb flickering in front of the bungalow, which illuminated Lao Tang's face blue for a while and white for a while, passing by the window, looking at the reflection inside, it seemed that Lao Tang was also startled by his appearance, and Ji Lingling shivered. Even with a drunken body, he was scared into a cold sweat, and muttered: "Is it strange...... It's weird! "I walked all the way to the last two rooms.

As an old school worker who has been a gatekeeper in this school for more than ten years, he doesn't know anything like Xiao Luo's little security guards - these warehouses behind him are not as simple as they seem. Back in the fifties and sixties, those bungalows were built there. It has been said that this school was used as a base for young revolutionaries in the 70s. Here, we criticize the forests and holes, break the four olds, establish the four new, and make a big mess and grab the movement. When the revolutionary movement intensified and was finally suspended by order of the Central Committee, it was like a nightmare for many people, who felt at a loss and lost the direction of their lives. Therefore, many people here have made unusual moves, the most unexpected of which is the suicide case of Luo Hongmei, the former secretary of the Revolutionary Committee.

This young girl, who is usually silent, no one could have imagined that she would be so ruthless, and she would prick her wrist with broken glass stubble, and on the night she died, blood stained the entire room, especially on the wall, and her bloody hands were covered with countless red palm prints, and she couldn't see her original face......

Some people say that she lost the courage to live because the so-called revolutionary movement was denied; Some people also say that she has an ambiguous relationship with someone and is ashamed to meet people; Some people also say that she has fallen into evil, and those old teachers who have been humiliated and unjustly died because of the ten years of catastrophe, they are asking for the lives of those young revolutionary generals one by one; What's even more outrageous is that some people say that the rebels of the Revolutionary Committee have angered the local fairies and ghosts, and those guys are taking advantage of the situation to take revenge, and Luo Hongmei's death is just the beginning.

Anyway, it is indeed a fact that there have been people dead here, Lao Tang looked at the last two bungalows in front of him, and his heart was inevitably hairy, he moved to the vicinity step by step, and looked at the door from a distance that was locked firmly, and hurriedly retreated under the light.

"Hey!" Suddenly, a hand grabbed him by the shoulder.

Lao Tang was so excited that he almost sat on the ground, he trembled and didn't dare to look back, he only stammered and asked, "Yes...... Be...... Who is it? ”

"Damn, what's wrong with you? Can't even hear my voice? ”

"You...... Are you Ronaldo? Although the voice was very similar to Xiao Luo's tone, Lao Tang still didn't dare to look back, I don't know why, he always felt that the palm of the person behind him was cold and cold. A layer of white sweat appeared on his entire back, and the numbness that seemed to have been electrocuted rushed from his heels to the top of his head, and he looked back from his feet with slanted eyes through the light, and there was only a rickety black shadow swaying from side to side, and there was nothing behind him......

Hand...... That hand......

Thinking that his shoulders were still being held tightly, Lao Tang cautiously turned his head slightly to the side...... It's a blood-red palm!

The old man immediately let out a "uh" and fainted to the ground, and at that moment, the light bulb that had been flickering also went out......

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Mu Qingyang had just returned to his station in X City when he received a call from Li Moliu. He and Li Qing were from the third middle school in the city, and what they said on the phone was a little vague, saying that they had encountered some very troublesome things, and they needed Mu Qingyang to come over quickly and help investigate together.

When Mu Qingyang boarded the bus to the south of the city from the gate station, it was already about six o'clock in the evening. I don't know if it's by accident or if it's always the case. The carriage he was in was empty, and there was only one passenger who came first except him.

The old man sat alone in a chair in the opposite corner. The bus made a monotonous sound and sped forward vigorously, and the silent trees, countless high-rise buildings and brightly lit shops passed by quickly. On the swamp-like foggy street, a faint glow of blood was faintly suspended. The lights in the car and the fading light outside the window make it clear that night is coming.

That's when it happened. The passenger who came first in the corner suddenly stood up, and he sat next to Mu Qingyang.

It's an old-school guy who wears an old-fashioned suit with a narrow black collar and shoulder pads. This style can only be seen in old photographs of our fathers when they were younger. However, this suit has a unique charm when worn on his tall and long-legged body. His face is long, his eyes are very bright, and his dark hair is neatly combed, so he gives people a rather chic overall feeling, and at first glance he seems to be only about forty years old. But if you look closely. You will find that his face is already covered with deep, criss-crossing wrinkles, and he is sixty years old, to say the least.

A head full of black hair and wrinkles on his face. The contrast between the two was so strong that Mu Qingyang was taken aback when he first found out and felt very uncomfortable.

He cautiously glanced over there, just in time to meet the curious look of the other party. Their eyes met in the air.

The other party was shy, and he grinned at Mu Qingyang, and he couldn't help but nod at him. Afterwards. They were still far apart, sitting in their corners. In between, the bus passed through two or three small stops. From time to time, their gaze met again in the air, and then quickly and unnaturally avoided it.

It was pitch black outside the window. Even if you put your face against the glass, you can only see the hazy shadow of the light. Nothing else to be seen.

In the boundless darkness, this small carriage seems to be the only world that exists. It was as if all the creatures of the world had been destroyed, leaving only the two of them.

Along the way, the car they were in had never picked up passengers, not even the conductor and conductor, which is indeed a bit puzzling in retrospect.

Gradually, Mu Qingyang felt that this man who couldn't figure out whether he was forty or sixty years old had become terrifying. Fear mixed with other boundless fantasies spread to every part of the body in an instant. Finally he couldn't stand the fear of his hairs standing on end, so he simply stood up and walked unceremoniously towards the passenger.

The more he feared him, the more he had to force himself to come closer to him. Mu Qingyang sat down on the seat opposite him with a big grin. After sitting down, he felt more and more that his wrinkled face had a mysterious power, and he involuntarily quieted down, holding his breath and looking at him without blinking.

But since Mu Qingyang left his seat, his eyes have been met. Seeing Mu Qingyang looking at him motionlessly, he greeted Mu Qingyang as if he had been prepared, "Can you do me a favor?" ”

It was like it was going to happen.

Mu Qingyang was stunned.

"Is that okay?" Seeing that the other party didn't speak, he asked again.

"What's the matter?" Due to his influence, Mu Qingyang said something that surprised him. You know, he didn't leave his seat to do him a favor.

"I'd love to let you take a look. I've been thinking about this since I was just now. I think you're going to come. The man, perhaps more appropriately called an old man, said as he took a canvas from his bosom and hung it on the window.

Mu Qingyang only glanced at it hurriedly, and then involuntarily closed his eyes.

He couldn't figure out why it was like that, but it felt like it had to be. A few seconds later, when he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by something strange that he had never seen before.

Although Mu Qingyang really can't tell where it is "wonderful". The background of the painting is like in black and white. The three high-rise buildings are staggered; The two playgrounds are simple and clear, with clear hierarchies; The whole background is particularly striking in the corners, where the bungalows are particularly prominent; In the foreground on the left, the black window flutes and the half-hidden door are outlined in rough strokes.

Against this backdrop are two figures about a foot long, a man in a wide casual jacket peeking through the window, and a beautiful girl of twenty-seven or eighteen, who is vigilantly crouching behind the man. In short, the painting depicts a scene that is like a play. The combination of the two of them does feel a little strange, but that's not what makes me feel "amazing".

In contrast to the rough background, the composition of the characters is very three-dimensional; Every tiny link is clearly recognizable; The stitches on men's clothes are vivid, and there are not even a few buttons; The girl's **** is towering, the leg curve is soft, the black hair is flowing, and the white and tender skin is faintly visible; Fingers like shallots, nails like shells. With the help of a magnifying glass, it is estimated that you can also find pores and hair.

It can be seen that the painting is quite old, and the paint in the background has peeled off a lot, but despite this, the whole painting is still very eye-catching, vibrant, and shining in the eyes of the viewer.

That's a bit of an incredible thing.

However, this is not what makes him feel "wonderful". If I had to say it, the wonderful feeling was that I could think that the person in the painting was alive. The figures in this painting are all too familiar, they are Li Moliu and Li Qing, and the details of their construction are extremely fine.

Seeing Mu Qingyang's surprised expression, the old man said eagerly as if he had met a bosom friend: "Ah! Looks like you can figure it out. ”

"These are my lovers and companions, and I was about to go to them......" Mu Qingyang replied hesitantly. He wasn't sure what the old man was coming from, so he was talking a lot.

"Let me go with you, okay?" The old man was even more excited when he heard this, and he quickly put away the scroll while shouting in Mu Qingyang's ear.

"Who the hell are you?"

Mu Qingyang's expression was very serious, he obviously felt that everything was not in line with common sense, this old man's attitude could be seen, he seemed to have mastered all the details and processes, and those expressions and words seemed to be contrived...... (To be continued.) )