"Are you okay, and you said to go to Duan Hou, why did I suddenly bring you to the student union's reference room? Hurry up, someone will come and suffer in a moment. ”

"Don't rush, you'll find it."

Lu Qingshuang poked her head out and carefully observed the movement outside, at this time, if someone walked in and found that someone was stealing the information of the student union here, she would definitely be given a big demerit by the school.

"Found it, this is it." An excited voice remembered, and then a boy walked out from behind the information cabinet, it was Yang Jun, and when they were about to go to find Duan Hou, he suddenly thought that maybe the student union would have something about the tree.

"Let's go, find a safe place to look at it, you can't stay here for a long time, I still stole the key, I have to return it quickly."

Lu Qingshuang saw that Yang Jun had found something he wanted to find, and he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he immediately took his hand and ran outside, and when they ran out of the door of the data room, a pair of eyes stared at the two of them in the corner. It was a pair of bright eyes that had experienced the vicissitudes of time, and when he saw the two of them going away, the director of the eyes walked away.

"What did you find from the data room?" Lu Qingshuang questioned.

"Oh, didn't you just say it when you were in the back mountain, the day we entered the school last year, there was also a girl who hanged herself on that tree like this, so I think this tree must have its history, sure enough, this is what I'm looking for." Yang Jun raised a yellow file bag with a thread seal in Yang's hand.

"Huh?" A piece of black letter paper fell from the file bag in Yang Jun's hand, and Lu Qingshuang picked it up and saw that a poem was written on the black paper with silver pen oil: Evil fate is born, life is short Huangquan; Evil fate is immortal, and nightmare cycles; The wind rises without a trace of the leaves pass, and the wind breathes and sings alone.

Lu Qingshuang said inexplicably: "What does this mean?" ”

Yang Jun smiled bitterly and took the black letter from Lu Qingshuang's hand, and glanced at the poems written on it, and he was also very confused. "I guess it's a dumb riddle, but this piece of paper seems to have been put in later, and the font on it is so clear that even the slight punctuation marks have not changed."

"Do you think someone is trying to tell us something, or is it that these lines of poetry have something to do with the tree?" Lu Qingshuang was surprised.

Yang Jun said: "It's not clear, even if it's related, what does this poem mean?" Wait, there's another line on it, right next to it, it's small. ”

'If you knew this was the case, why bother in the first place!' There is no beginning or end to the sentence, but Yang Jun has captured some things from this sentence, and the answer to this sentence is in the wire seal information bag that he is about to open. "Go to my dorm."

…

When he returned to the dormitory, Yang Jun quickly locked the door, he didn't know how he endured to come back all the way, and as soon as he entered the dormitory, he didn't care about other things, so he immediately took out the contents of the information bag. Lu Qingshuang stood aside, silent, she knew that even if she called Yang Jun at the moment, he would probably not care much, so she greeted herself with interest.

Jiushan College Student Union:

Today, it was decided to block all wishing information and activities related to the Wishing Tree, and the Wishing Tree was renamed the Dead Man's Tree, which was a last resort, but I didn't expect that because a boy hanged himself on this tree ten years ago, the wishing tree lost its ability to make wishes. Every year for ten years, on the first day of school, someone would hang themselves on that big tree, and the vice president of the student union led an investigation, and the result was that the group of 7 people all died... The causes of death are all the same, and that's not something we can solve. I hope that the next president will keep this regulation in mind and treat it as an important responsibility, and don't forget it!

In September 1974, the Students' Council opened its meeting to discuss the opening of the meeting.

The last line of small print on the black letter should be the boy who committed suicide mentioned in the meeting minutes, but he asked what he said was that he knew this was the case? It's a pity that most of the information that follows is that every subsequent student union president has been promulgated, and there is no clue worth knowing about this important task repeated again and again.

If you can find the clue about the boy and the cause of his death, you will know what the poem is about.

"How's that, any clues?" Lu Qingshuang leaned over with a pretty face, and asked Yang Jun with blinking eyes.

"Yes, yes, but it's pulling the trail away... It seems that the cause of the incident was a boy who committed suicide 50 years ago, but 50 years have passed, and it is really difficult to find out the information of a student. ”

"Ouch, look at how you are so smart all of a sudden. Do you think, the death of people in the school every year is a big event, won't anyone record such a thing and leave it to the wisdom of future generations to solve? ”

One sentence seemed to open Yang Jun's blocked train of thought, patted his head, secretly scolded himself for being stupid, and also expressed his appreciation for Lu Qingshuang's carefulness, usually this kind of detail is Yang Tian's help to pay attention to himself.

"Young man, do you want to know about the tree in the back mountain?" An old voice suddenly came from behind Yang Jun.

Yang Jun looked back in surprise and saw that it was the school's night patrol uncle, with a thin old face and a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through other people's thoughts. He was a little strange again: "Uncle, is it possible that you know about that tree?" ”

I saw that the old man raised his head slightly, and said with a discolored face: "Why don't you know? That tree is much older than the history of the school, it must have been more than a hundred years now, I have been in Jiushan for almost forty years, and of course I know very well what has been passed down from generation to generation. Young man, don't say I didn't remind you, you have to cherish your life, that tree can't be provoked, do you know how many mages and monks who caught ghosts have died there? ”

Yang Jun's spirit was shocked, and he hurriedly took a few steps forward, held one of the old man's hands tightly with one hand, and said very enthusiastically: "Uncle, do you know why that tree became like this?" ”

The old man seemed to look nervously left and right, hooked his hand and said that he would let Yang Jun go with him, and the three of them came to the old man's office, an office that looked like a security booth of less than ten square meters, except for a bed for lunch break was an old-fashioned color TV. I think it's also configured by the school.,The color TV doesn't have a cable.,It's just that you can find a few free TV stations for these low-level workers to pass the time.。

The old man brought two cups of boiled water to the two of them, and he picked up a steel cup distributed during the liberation period and poured a few big sips: "That tree was originally called the Wishing Tree." It is the name given by the village names in the Jiushan area, which is a remote mountainous area, and as the saying goes, the gods pass by and take a look, and don't think that the gods will sit here. ”

More than 50 years ago, there was a villager who wanted to look for some food on this mountain because his wife was sick and it was inconvenient to contact the outside world, but he didn't find it. Then he rested and fell asleep under the banyan tree, and before he fell asleep he begged the tree at random, saying that he wanted to have a lot of food, otherwise his wife would starve to death. ”

"Make a wish on a tree?" Lu Qingshuang wanted to laugh and was embarrassed to laugh, and it was really funny to make a wish to a tree and ask for food.

"yes, it's funny, but when he woke up, he had a lot of food around him. Later, more and more people made wishes, and of course those people's wishes were fulfilled, and then the tree was renamed the Wishing Tree. ”

"Does that have anything to do with the killing of people by this tree now? Isn't this tree very spiritual, you say? Lu Qingshuang obviously couldn't bear to choke with the old man.

The old man smiled, didn't rush to continue, but took another sip of water, and saw Yang Jun's eyes before continuing the topic just now: "Don't worry, things always have a starting reason." When the school was built 50 years ago, one of the students from all over the world heard about the tree, and the boy took his girlfriend to the tree to make a wish. ”

The old man had a contemplative look, and Yang Jun seemed to feel that his thoughts had come to the tree 50 years ago, looking at such a pair of lovers, holding each other's hands face to face.

'Do you love me?' ’

'Love, love, what about you?' ’

'I make a wish to this wishing tree, that we will love each other for the rest of our lives and never be separated. ’

…

"It's a pity that the lovers broke up the next day, and the boy couldn't stand the stimulation, so he ran to the back mountain under the tree and hanged himself. After that, on the first day of school every year, the student would hang himself under the tree, and the death would be exactly the same as that boy 50 years ago, knowing that 40 years ago the information about the tree had been blocked, and no rumors about the wishing tree were allowed, and the students who knew about it also changed his name to the dead man's tree in private. ”

Yang Jun was secretly frightened, someone hanged there every year, and how much resentment had accumulated there in the past 50 years. But at the same time, a trace of doubt also appeared in my heart, and the information I found in the student union only said that there were people who died in the decade around 50 years ago. The last forty years have been peaceful? There is no news record of any dead people in this school in the past 40 years.

"Uncle, why haven't you heard anything about it in the past forty years?" While he was in doubt, Lu Qingshuang beside him happened to ask the question he thought of knowing.

"Hmph, that's because the school has blocked these news, otherwise you think that a university has been dead for 50 years since its establishment, and who else would dare to come here to study?"

…

Out of the old man's office, the sky has gradually darkened, what happened during the day does not seem to have left a shadow in the hearts of many people, the person who should study at night is still the same as before to find his place in the teaching building, the date is still a pair of pairs appear in the scenic area of the school, even the lake where not many people went last semester, there are many lovers at the moment.

"Yang Jun!"

Turning around, Duan Hou was standing in front of him with a worried face, and Yang Jun didn't notice when Duan Hou walked in front of him because he had been thinking about the tree.

Pulling up Duan Hou, Yang Jun quickly ran towards the direction of the back mountain, avoiding the concerned looks of other students on the road. The two of them soon came to the location of the big banyan tree, but they could not get close to it at a distance of twenty meters from the tree. A feeling of nausea hit the hearts of several people, not to mention Yang Jun, even Duan Hou Dao was deep and dizzy for a while, and endured the discomfort from the internal organs, Duan Hou took the grass from the ground and pulled Yang Jun to retreat outside.

"Yang Jun, look!"

Duan Hou shook the grass in his hand, it was a very ordinary grass, he couldn't name it, it could be seen everywhere in the field or in the mountains, Yang Jun really didn't understand what this broken grass was so beautiful, the only difference was that this grass was very black, black and shiny.

"See? This grass has turned black, that is, the resentment here is very heavy! The first realm is really not a simple place. ”

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