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My head hurts!

We didn't sleep for a day and a night, and when we got home, I just wanted to sleep. And Jiang Lichen rushed home because of the few minutes when the sun was shining. With a wave of his big hand in the air, all the curtains were closed as if they were ghostly. Hell yes.

Sleep, now there is nothing more serious than sleeping. The wound on my head was no longer bleeding, and I was so sleepy that I fell asleep on the couch.

In the confusion, I could still feel that someone was moving my wound, and it tingled slightly. I muttered "Jiang Lichen", and he whispered a soft "um" beside me. Then there was the floral scent, which was very fragrant, and then, I was scented by the flowers. His floral scent must have hallucinogenic or sleeping ingredients.

This night, I slept on the couch, and I slept all day. When I woke up, it was still dark, and I was still on the couch, blinking for a while before realizing that it was bright and dark.

The wound on his forehead has been bandaged. Jiang Lichen's voice came from the bar counter over there. He said: "Go upstairs and take a bath, and don't touch the water from the wound." I used your mobile phone to call Wang Fan today, and he will come over for dinner later. ”

I was still a little confused and didn't want to talk at all, so I nodded and went upstairs.

In the bathroom, looking at the wound on his forehead, the bandaging technique is absolutely professional. In their spy courses, there should also be a first-aid bandage.

Changing into the home clothes I wore at home, I also called Teacher Liao to ask how our class was arranged today. In that mountain village primary school, one teacher and one class, I asked for leave, and the children in our class probably no one paid attention.

Teacher Liao told me that an intern came to the school today, and on the first day of arrival, she asked her to take our class.

I was surprised and said, "Intern? Internship at this time? "I remember that in the past, our internships started just two weeks after the start of school, and the total duration of the internship was 8 weeks. At this time, they are about to take the exam, what school will arrange internships like this?

Teacher Liao also said: "If you have something to ask for leave, just do your thing, and someone will lead the class." ”

After hanging up the phone, I was still wondering how there could be an internship at this time. Looking at the group of classmates on the mobile phone, everyone is talking about Zhang Jing's death. Some people also said that when we went to the dessert shop yesterday, we were probably taken by people. Let's all be careful. Zhang Jing's matter, there is no need to think about it at all, it must be the process of a criminal case. I didn't even dare to tell my classmates that I had a share in the police. Thinking about the past two months, the death of people around me is not once or twice.

As I went downstairs, the doorbell rang. I hurriedly opened the door, thinking it was Wang Fan, but it was Jiang Yidong standing outside the door. A flower shirt is a flower shirt, and when you change your clothes, it's still a flower shirt. Flower Shirt walked in, carrying a row of beers in his hand, and said, "I'm here for a drink." At times like these, I feel the need for us to have some wine. And we don't let anyone hear the things we drink and talk about. ”

Jiang Lichen was still sitting behind the bar, and in the small cup in front of him, the rich smell of Moutai already made me smell it. Both the grandfather and grandson felt they needed to drink something tonight.

After a while, Wang Fan also came over. When he came in, he was still carrying a lot of lunch boxes in his hand, saying that he had brought them from outside, and it was too big, and he was not allowed to drive in the cars outside, so he walked for a long time before he found here.

Four people, the food was transferred from the restaurant to the bar, and we sat at the bar to eat and drink.

I don't know why, so they refused to remove their noble butts and make the big chairs in the restaurant, but chose to sit on the bar stools instead. I always feel a little unsteady sitting on a barstool. Even in front of me, there was a glass of beer. Jiang Lichen and Jiang Yidong drank beer in front of Moutai. It is said that if you drink so much, you can get drunk easily. I persuaded it, but it was useless.

Jiang Lichen didn't speak, and he didn't even watch us eat, he just looked at the small wine glass in his hand, slowly turning it from time to time, as if thinking about something.

After Wang Fan took a few sips, he began to ramble. "Silver, silver, you, didn't I tell you not to accept gifts from anyone? Why do you still pick it up? ”

"I didn't think about it that much, and the whole city is so big, and a few high school students are missing, I didn't expect me to be so unlucky."

"You're just out of luck! There are so many people giving gifts every day, why is it just that you have such a problem. I warned you, that red-clad one is going to die. I can tell. ”

"I can see ghosts too, why can't I see them?"

"You call it conceit. Well, now the mask is missing. Your life is being dragged into your hands. We don't even know who it is. ”

Jiang Yidong also said: "Could it be those black shadows?" ”

"It's not!" Jiang Lichen said, "This city has been some... Fancy it. What he wants is life. The person who is skinned by the mask does not die at once, he will also be released to find the next target. Yin Xiangting's line is broken, but I think he must have other lines. The bad is the bad in ......"

"What's wrong?" I asked, and he looked very serious.

"Those dark shadows know that there is something on you, and the two things collide together, and most likely, the other party knows about it too. I've placed an enchantment on you, and as long as you don't touch it, you won't be discovered. But if you are discovered by the other party in such a way, and you are a murderer without blinking, do you think people will let you go? ”

I pursed my lips and knew what was going on. I was put out from the prey of one side and seen by the other side, and if it continued to develop like this, Jiang Lichen's enchantment on me might be useless, and nothing could stop it. I'm going to be torn off by so many ghosts.

Wang Fan leaned over and almost lay on the bar: "What do you have?" ”

"When your ordinary people go. Don't ask. "Actually, I don't know what it is.

Jiang Yidong sighed: "Grandpa Man, you said you were fine, why did you come back?" Otherwise, there wouldn't be any of these things. ”

"It's the same if I don't come back, it's just that somewhere in the city, you don't see it."

The words of the two of them asked Wang Fan to look at the three of us, and then leaned beside me and whispered, "Is that him?" Asked you to send a letter? ”

"yes, do you understand it now?"

"Grandpa?" I didn't explain the complicated relationship to Wang Fan. But Wang Fan, who has always said that he is a ghost who can see that kind of thing, is stunned and doesn't see that Jiang Lichen is not a normal human at all.

After they both went back, Jiang Lichen and I went back to the room. I slept all day and was in good spirits, so I sat in front of the computer with him and watched the progress of things between Zhang Jing and the few high school students who were burned. The report said that it has been confirmed that several people were skinned and died at the same time while they were alive. That is, they were all scared to death when they were skinned. The whole city is tracking down this perverted murderer.

I feel very uncomfortable, Zhang Jing is my classmate after all. "Jiang Lichen, why do you say that after I met you, so many things happened around me? These things are more than I've ever heard of ghost stories before. ”

"The aura on your body has changed, and even if there is an enchantment, it will attract those things closer. Yin Xiangting, it's actually my ......" He didn't continue, I rubbed his hair: "It's good that you don't think I'm causing trouble." ”

Turning around and returning to the bed, the pictures on the computer were coded, and I said, "It's okay to code, I really don't know what that perverted Ah Piao thinks." Why kill people in this way? Isn't it disgusting? ”

"The killer was a profession before, maybe a surgeon, or," he said after a pause, "a trained killer." He died with a deep grudge, and those terrifying, disgusting, and perverted things in training were already deep in his soul, and even if he died, he was still doing these things. If you really want to solve the case, let them investigate, for so many years, in the city, the first one to be skinned and thrown away. I dare say that the case is not closed, and the body has not even been found. ”

I rubbed the hairs on my arms: "How can there be such training?" ”

Jiang Lichen turned to face me and asked, "Have you seen the paintings I painted below?" ”

I nodded, it had been a few days before he told me about the paintings. In other words, he didn't specifically hide it from me, but he didn't want to mention it.

I rubbed my hands together before I told me that those words were the scene in the depths of his soul. It was also a recurring nightmare after he was sure he was dead.

Many people say that when a person dies, for the first seven days, he will not be sure that he is in a state of death, and he will even keep repeating the moment before he died.

In fact, after death, what is repeated is the most profound scene in the human soul. It's just that most people's memories stop at the moment of death, so they keep repeating death. For Jiang Lichen, the scene in the depths of his soul is not death.

"Death is a relief for me." Jiang Lichen said.

He attended a military academy before becoming a spy and receiving espionage operations. In the last semester of the military academy, the ten best officers of the same class were selected, saying that they were selected for a very important operation a year later. He was one of them, working very hard to complete all the tasks. In that half a year, the ten of them ate and slept together, trained together, faced the rain of bullets together, and faced death. They are brothers and comrades-in-arms.

It wasn't until half a year later, when all ten people had passed all the subjects, that they met a man who had not told them their identities and said that the next stage of training had begun. Ten of them, who were detained separately, saw real scenes of Japanese soldiers experimenting with Chinese living people in the closed secret room. I looked through a small window. That picture is a picture that he has never forgotten when he dies in his life.