The white cat is snow-white, and its hair is pure without a trace of impurities, just like the first snow in winter, and it is so pure and immaculate that people want to touch it. If it's daylight, I'd definitely think it's a very cute pet.

It's just that it's the middle of the night, and I'm in a mourning hall for the dead.

In particular, the ghost of the deceased is still standing in front of my eyes at this time, and its appearance can't help but feel a little weird.

I was startled by it, and I couldn't help but take two steps back, staring at it vigilantly, not daring to move away.

It walked slowly around the mourning hall, and the cat's steps were lightly lifted, like a domineering king, patrolling its territory.

And for my sight, it turned a blind eye and seemed to completely ignore my presence.

Seeing this, Teacher Fang let out a chuckle, but there was helplessness in his tone.

"It's a cat I used to have. I originally ran away by myself, but I didn't expect to come back now. ”

Looking at Teacher Fang's expression, she should have loved this cat very much when she was alive, her big eyes were full of gentleness, and she must have felt a little relieved that the white cat could come to see her now.

"If it stays here in the future and doesn't leave it again, I hope you can help me keep it, okay?"

This request is not too much, although I have never had a cat before, but I don't want to refuse Mr. Fang's small request, so, nodding, I agreed.

The white cat seemed to understand our conversation, and after I said yes, it suddenly turned its head and glanced at me, its deep cat's eyes glowing green in the light.

Being stared at by it like this, my heart tightened, and my breath seemed to skip a beat.

When I looked closely, I found that the glance just now seemed to be an illusion, the white cat had turned its head, leisurely wagged its tail behind it, and with a kick of its paws, the figure of the white cat disappeared into this place with agility.

After Teacher Fang finished explaining her affairs, her figure slowly faded, and she agreed that she would come to me next time, and the whole figure disappeared in place like the wind.

I also left the matter of the white night behind me for the time being.

I sat in the mourning hall, holding vigil for Teacher Fang, but my heart was a mess.

I haven't found the ring before, even if I know that I am there in the white night, it is a problem to want to get it back, and the white night has always wanted my life.

One thing after another, it seems that it is imminent and needs to be solved urgently.

However, at present, it is obviously the most important thing to investigate the death of Teacher Fang. I have a faint intuition in my heart that when I find out the cause of Teacher Fang's death, it will also play a decisive role in so many things that happened to me.

That is, I don't know if Teacher Fang's death has anything to do with the fake Teacher Fang.

After all, she has been pretending to be Teacher Fang's identity, and it was because of Teacher Fang that I was vigilant in advance and saw through the face of the fake Teacher Fang.

The moon slowly fell silent from the sky, the dark clouds dispersed, the sky gradually revealed the white of the fish's belly, and the golden sunlight filled the clouds, sprinkling the warm sunlight to the world.

However, this did not bring the slightest relief to my nervous and depressed mood. Last night, I thought about it all night and still didn't have a clue.

And the white cat was gone, perhaps gone.

I patted my cheek and stood up, trying to sober myself up.

In the second half of last night, on the one hand, it was to relieve drowsiness, and on the other hand, I also wanted to learn more about Teacher Fang and see if it would have any effect on the investigation of the murderer. I talked a lot with Ms. Fang's parents.

Perhaps because the mourning hall was too quiet, the black and white portrait of Teacher Fang hung squarely on the wall. The smiling teacher Fang in the photo, no matter which way you look at her, she seems to be looking at you.

Perhaps because of their longing for their daughter, after Mr. Fang's parents suddenly learned of their daughter's death, they couldn't accept the pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person for a while, and their mood became sensitive and sensitive.

After chatting casually, the conversation box of Mr. Fang's parents was opened.

From Mr. Fang's childhood, to what friends he has, and who he has met, everything is very small, as long as he mentions it, Mr. Fang's parents will tell it all like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

It's just that the more I listen, the more I can't help but show disappointment in my heart. The original idea of finding out something by chance also disappeared.

Teacher Fang usually reveals too little to his parents, basically reporting good news but not bad news.

That's all the Fang family's parents knew, and it basically didn't help the case.

The only thing that is certain is that Mr. Fang has always been in good health and has never had any heart disease or anything like that.

Regarding the sudden death of Mr. Fang due to myocardial infarction said by the police, Mr. Fang's parents also expressed suspicion, but there was no evidence.

I had already learned the truth from Mr. Fang, so I was not surprised.

Just thinking about it, these strange and unbelievable ghost talk is also to not worry Teacher Fang's parents, so I still don't tell them, and involve them as well.

It seems that the matter still has to be checked from Mr. Fang's colleagues and friends, and perhaps, they will know something else and useful.

After hastily following Mr. Fang's parents to settle breakfast, we went to Mr. Fang's school, which is of course my school.

The last time I had such an unpleasant quarrel with the principal, this time I was wary.

Try to choose a time that is away from the principal's eyes.

The obscene old man really didn't want to see him again.

It's supposed to be class time, and there aren't a few people in the office, so we explained our intentions, and they didn't care about us.

After a few steps to Mr. Fang's desk, I helped Mr. Fang's parents pack up Mr. Fang's belongings, and nothing suspicious happened during the process.

Just as we were packing up and about to leave the office.

The corner of my eye made me pause.

Because I saw that Teacher Fang's cup was in someone else's drawer, this cup was specially customized and given to her by me and a few students, and the pattern on the cup was drawn by us.

Therefore, I can't admit that this is Teacher Fang's cup, but why did it appear in that teacher's drawer.

I remember the teacher, who was a physical education teacher at the school. And it seems that I have a good relationship with Teacher Fang, and I often see them eating together, walking together, and so on.

I don't know anything about her character, but the appearance of the cup in her drawer at this moment has opened a gap in my mood that has been depressed for a night.

I exhaled softly, trying to calm my heartbeat, which was beating too fast.

Give Teacher Fang's relics that have been cleaned up in his hands to Teacher Fang's parents.

I apologized that I suddenly realized that I had other things to do, so I couldn't go with them.

Teacher Fang's parents nodded, said thank you, and left.