After watching Mr. Fang's parents leave, my attention returned to the physical education teacher.

The physical education teacher, who had been writing something with his head down, also raised his head at this time. She is not pretty, but she is quite delicate, probably because she usually exercises regularly, and she has a good figure.

I happened to meet her gaze and smiled, "Teacher, don't bother, excuse me." ”

"It's okay, you're there, what's the matter with me?" The physical education teacher glanced at the direction where Teacher Fang's parents had left just now, and then turned to look at me with doubts on his face.

After telling her my name, I looked at the cup in the drawer and said, "Teacher, your cup is so beautiful."

The PE teacher was stunned, then took the cup out of the drawer and said I think it looks pretty too.

"This cup belongs to Teacher Fang." I asked, staring into her eyes.

A trace of panic suddenly flashed in the physical education teacher's eyes, but it quickly disappeared again, and he said with a strong smile, "The cup is indeed Teacher Fang's, but she gave it to me." ”

Give it to her? How could Teacher Fang give something to himself from others and then give it to others.

Teacher Fang said that before she died, she drank a cup of coffee, could it be that this cup was used? If this cup is really used, the cup is in the hands of the physical education teacher, which means that she has some close relationship with Teacher Fang's death.

But the above is all my speculation, whether it is necessary to have evidence to prove it.

Thinking of this, I asked the PE teacher when Mr. Fang gave her this cup.

The PE teacher hesitated for a moment and said that a few days ago, she didn't say what day it was, and I didn't ask because I thought she was lying.

The PE teacher seemed to realize something, put the cup back in the drawer, and said that he had something to go out for, and hurried away.

Before I could say anything, she walked out of the office. I followed, but I was nowhere to be seen.

I think the PE teacher must know something, otherwise he wouldn't have been so nervous.

In order to find out if the physical education teacher and Teacher Fang's death were related, I decided to follow her, but after she got off work. Because at school, she couldn't have done anything suspicious.

It was still early, so I left school and went to a nearby Internet café for a day. Twenty minutes before the end of the school day, I returned to school and stared near the office.

Just a few minutes before the end of school, the physical education teacher and a male teacher walked out of the office together, and the two were talking and laughing.

Because it was a little far away, I couldn't hear what they said. They didn't talk long before they went their separate ways.

After separating from the male teacher, the smile on the physical education teacher's face disappeared immediately. At the same time, I noticed that she was also carrying a black bag in her hand, which looked heavy.

I immediately followed, and after the PE teacher left the school, he headed northwest.

She was walking so fast that I didn't dare to get too close, so when I crossed the street, I happened to run into a traffic light.

I was afraid that I would lose it, so I ran the red light directly.

Walking to the middle of the road, a speeding BMW almost hit me without braking, and the distance between me and the BMW was estimated to be less than a centimeter, and the whole person was confused.

I didn't react for a moment, and froze in place.

"You're looking for death!" The owner of the BMW poked his head out of the car and scolded me.

I quickly said sorry and ran away.

I really didn't dare to run the red light next time, and if it wasn't for luck this time, I guess I would have been lying on the road.

After I recovered, I realized that the PE teacher had gone far away.

I hurriedly ran after her, keeping a short distance from her.

After following a long distance, I couldn't help but be surprised, because this was the way to Teacher Fang's house.

Is she going to worship Teacher Fang?

After following into the path, the physical education teacher suddenly stopped, only to see her take out a cup from the black bag,

Then it was thrown into the trash.

Isn't that Teacher Fang's cup, why did she throw it?

Could it be that he is a thief with a weak heart and is afraid of being discovered?

After the PE teacher walked away, I hurried up and picked up the cup, which could be very favorable evidence.

After putting away the cup, I continued to follow the PE teacher, and when I was about to reach Teacher Fang's house, I saw her stop again.

It seems that she didn't go to Teacher Fang's house.

The physical education teacher squatted on the side of the road, took out some dark coins and ingots from the black bag, threw them on the road, and burned them.

"Teacher Fang, I'm sorry, I was also forced, if I don't do this, my son will be sold by them, if you have a spirit in the sky, don't blame me. I will burn ingots and paper money for you every year. ”

The words of the physical education teacher shocked my heart.

What did she do to the other teacher? It seems that my guess is not wrong, she really has something to do with Teacher Fang's death.

But who told her to do it?

At this time, the physical education teacher's mobile phone rang suddenly, and she seemed to be startled, with a little panic on her face.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she took out her phone and answered it.

"Hey, who are?"

I don't know what the other party said, the physical education teacher's face immediately became gloomy.

"I've done everything you explained, what else do you want, when did you release my son?"

Hearing what she meant, the other party still refused to let her go, and wanted her to do something.

"I won't do it, I'm already being suspected, if you let me do this, it's better to kill me directly. You hurry up and let my son go, or ...... Hey, hey, hey? ”

After a few feeds, the PE teacher put down her hand, stared at the phone screen and scolded the bastard, and then cried, but she felt very quiet.

Putting away her mobile phone, she said to the fire on the ground that was about to burn out, "Teacher Fang, I'm sorry, I know it's useless to say sorry now, I will make up for my mistakes, I will definitely not let that bastard have a good time." ”

I wonder who the bastard she is talking about will be.

Looking at the sporadic firelight reflected on the guilty and annoyed face of the PE teacher, I thought the truth was right in front of me.

With nervousness, I ran directly to the physical education teacher who was burning paper money for Teacher Fang, and asked her loudly: "Do you know anything about Teacher Fang's death?" ”

"Why are you here?" The physical education teacher raised his head when he heard the sound, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes when he looked at me, and he stopped burning paper money in his hand.

"It doesn't matter why I'm here, what I want to know now is what the truth about Teacher Fang's death is! Did someone ask you to do that? ”

The PE teacher didn't answer my words immediately, she hung her head silently, waited to burn the last piece of paper money left in her hand, put her hands on her knees, and stood up with strength.

Just as I was about to ask her more, her gaze crossed me and looked behind me. I don't know what she saw, the expression on her face suddenly became terrified, and then she held her face with both hands, and even her facial features began to become distorted.

"Teacher?" I didn't know what she had seen that gave her a look of fear on her face, but before I could follow her gaze behind her, she was so frightened that she stepped back, turned her head and ran towards the intersection ahead.

"Don't chase me, don't chase me!" Although I was separated from the PE teacher for some distance, I could vaguely hear what she was shouting out loud about.

"Teacher, don't run!" Chasing after me, my physical strength gradually declined, and I began to be a little unable to catch up with her rapid pace. Although we are both girls, in the end, she is a physical education teacher, and she has been exercising for a long time better than me.

Just when the figure of the physical education teacher was about to disappear in front of my eyes, accompanied by a rapid horn sound from far and near, in the blink of an eye, the physical education teacher who happened to run to the middle of the road was hit by a speeding private car in front of me.

The screeching sound of brakes echoed in my ears, and I stared at the scene that happened in the middle of a second, and my legs were a little weak as I stood still, and I was too frightened to react for a while.

"The losers came out to find death at night!" A burst of expletives pulled me back from my confusion to reality.

With a somewhat stumbling step, I stumbled over to the PE teacher who had been knocked down on the side of the road.

Today, she is wearing a casual sportswear with red and white stripes, a neat ponytail, and a little light makeup on her face.

However, at this time, her whole face seemed to be soaked in blood, and even her facial features became a little blurred, and the shattered bulletproof glass of the car window was deeply rooted in the flesh and blood on her face, dense, which made me look a little nauseous.

The red and white striped shirt worn on his body was also dyed into a bright red shirt with blood, exuding a strange and bewitching aura under the projection of sunlight.

Her mouth was slightly open as if to say something, and I hesitated to crouch down and put my ear to her mouth. But the smell of blood lingered in the air, and I couldn't concentrate on her words for a moment.

Just as I was trying to find the vehicle that caused the accident, I found that the other party had already fled. The road was silent and empty, and there was nothing but me and the physical education teacher lying on the ground who was uncertain about his life and death.

The atmosphere was so quiet that I felt a trace of fear that I had never felt before.

I clutched my fast-hearted chest and trembled as I pulled my phone out of my pocket to make a call to the ambulance.

Perhaps it was such an eerie atmosphere that my fingertips began to disobey me, and it took three attempts before I pressed the dial button with unmistakable accuracy.

"Hello, this is the 120 emergency center, can I help you?" Listening to the soft voice like a spring breeze on the other end of the phone, I pursed my lips, and the fear in my heart suddenly dissipated a lot.

Just as I was about to tell the person on the other end of the line about the situation, I opened my mouth and realized that I couldn't make a sound.