"Morning news, today's broadcast." Listening to that familiar female voice, it is difficult for even a pessimist to feel that today is not a day full of vitality.

My name is Chen Duan, and I am a prospective college student who has just finished the college entrance examination. Many people think that the college entrance examination is the most fun time, but in fact, after the first few days of relaxation, endless boredom gradually fills the mind.

That's why I've made it a habit to make breakfast while listening to the morning news in the past few days, and it sounds like I'd like to do something in 70 years, but it's also a "plan for a rainy day".

"China's summer grain harvest has grown steadily, and wheat and corn crops have ushered in the harvest period."

Well. I don't think there's been any major events lately.

I listened to the new reporter interview the smiling farmer as I poured the ground soy milk into a ceramic bowl. The creamy yellow slurry gradually emitted a golden aroma under the caress of the sunlight that poured down from the kitchen window.

"Our armed forces are carrying out a new round of reform operations."

"Ding" the eggs are boiled.

"According to this station, Zhang Guangping, a famous historian in China, died suddenly at home in the early hours of yesterday morning."

"Damn!" The soy milk spilled out, making me hot and painful.

In Japan, the literary historian Kenjiro Hatoyama drowned at 8 o'clock yesterday night at the Qingdao Hot Spring Museum. Outsiders believe that Mr. Hatoyama may have lost his mobility while sleeping in the hot springs, resulting in his drowning. At present, the relevant departments have intervened. Experts speculate that these are related to the excessive pressure on academia. ”

I put the spoon down.

Zhang Guangping is my favorite scholar of literature and history, he believes that the Anshi Rebellion was not a rebellion but a national invasion, and that the Ming Dynasty established a number of overseas propaganda divisions after Zheng He went to sea. All of this has affected me to a greater or lesser extent. Although I only read history as a hobby, it is also my imprint.

Why did he die? And the Japanese, too, died, less than five hours apart. The reason for being stressful is so far-fetched that it's hard not to think about it.

I shook my head and picked up the bowl. Looking at the juice of soy milk, I suddenly thought:

Zhang Guangping seems to live in Qingdao.

I picked up my phone and confirmed my thoughts. Both of them died in a city and died in a period of time, and they were both masters of literature and history. That means that this was a premeditated assassination against scholars of literature and history, and the perpetrator should be a single person.

But this person or this group is stupid enough, isn't it immediately exposed?

The news is already broadcasting other content, and in a few days, Zhang Guangping's coffin will arrive in Chengdu.

Yes, Mr. Zhang Guangping is a native of Chengdu and has been committed to the study of Chengdu history, and in recent years, he has been invited by friends to fly around. And his family is in Chengdu. Qingdao is the hometown of his best friend.

Zhang Guangping is also my teacher, the kind that really teaches me. Although we are only gentlemen's friends in the teacher-student relationship.

So I had to visit their family, not only to comfort them, but also to worry that the Assassin would cause trouble to their families.

After breakfast, I changed my clothes and went out to buy some pears on the way.

His daughter loves to eat.

"Teacher Qin, the festival mourns and changes!" I handed the gift to my wife, who opened the door to greet me.

When I was a sophomore in high school, Mr. Zhang Guangping once came to our school for academic exchanges. I didn't have any position at the time, just a "literary youth" who loved to read books in the library.

"Hehe, what are you looking at?" The sound of clear spring water rose behind me. When I looked back, an old man with white hair and beard, like an ancient painting, looked at me with a smile.

"Old Tang Book." I replied as I stood up and gave way to his seat. "You are Teacher Zhang Guangping!"

"Huh! Don't call me a teacher, I can't read the history of the twenty-four at your age, you can calm down and read, it's much better than me! ”

"Haha, in fact, I only read a swallowing date! But it's still quite rewarding. ”

"Where do you see, young man?" The old man took out his reading glasses from his coat pocket and leaned over to me.

"The Biography of Gao Xianzhi," I replied, "In fact, the ancient book includes Feng Changqing and Gao Xianzhi in one biography, I don't know why, Gao Xianzhi is listed here." ”

"Actually," the old man said slowly, "the two of them, including Ge Shuhan in the back, were sold by Emperor Tang Ming. Emperor Tang Ming was scared after being betrayed. He didn't know how many of these border generals were like the Hu people in the north, who usually acted stupidly, and stabbed knives at critical times, coupled with the contradictions between the central government and the border generals at that time due to the recruitment system, the three of them naturally couldn't say their bitterness. The inclusion of the three Feng Gao brothers in the first biography is to warn the world of the serious consequences of suspicion and jealousy. ”

Later, I chatted with Zhang Guangping for a long time, and he said that he came to the toilet, and by the way, he saw that there was a library, so he came in to have a look. He also invited me to go to the history department of Sichuan University to further my studies in history.

"Teacher Zhang has had a deep influence on me, and my view of history has become more concrete because of her."

At this time, in the face of Mr. Qin, I really didn't know how to comfort him. Although I thought a lot on the way, when I really saw my wife who was already orphaned and widowed, no amount of consolation dissipated with the wind.

"Xiao Chen," Teacher Qin's voice was the same as Teacher Zhang's, it was so clear. But I could clearly hear the crying at this point. "When Lao Zhang was here, he often talked to you, saying that you are a good material for studying history, and if you guide you well, you will make beautiful clothes in the future."

"Teacher, I..."

"When the teacher says this, he is not praising you, on the contrary, but persuading you not to study history."

This was a bit of a surprise.

"Xiao Chen, you can definitely become a master in the academic world, no one will doubt the person who studied the twenty-fourth history in junior high school, but!" Teacher Qin said categorically, "Your character, studying history will follow the same path as Lao Zhang." ”

"Teacher Qin..."

I have never seen such a wife, and I have the impression that she is the kind of stubborn and gentle kind wife and mother who is also an academic elite, but now, I feel a hint of retreat and concession.

Looking into Mr. Qin's eyes, I suddenly realized: The same path as Lao Zhang? Could it be that Teacher Qin already knew that Teacher Zhang would die? Or is it that Mr. Qin was also involved in his death?

"Teacher Qin, is Teacher Zhang really dying suddenly?"

Although it is rude to ask such a question, for the sake of the truth of the matter, this risk must be taken.

Sure enough, Teacher Qin's face had a hint of imperceptible vigilance. Just as Teacher Qin was about to speak.

"Chen Duan!" A trembling female voice came.

The "little lion" walked out. She was wearing a white shirt and blue sports shorts, and her white skin was even greener. And the watery eyes also made me feel heartache.

"Zhang Shiwen," Teacher Qin was in front of me, so I had to call her full name. "Condolences change!"

I really can't bear to let her bear all this, and for the rest of her life, she may never feel the "hehe" laughter of the kind old man again.

"Thank you!" Quiet, but powerful, that's her character, the competitive and graceful character.

"Xiaowen, you go back to the room first, I'll talk to Xiao Chen for a while."

"Mom," the little lion rubbed his palm, "can I talk to Chen Duan first?" Dad said that there was something for me to bring to me. ”

What is it? No? I was puzzled.

"Can't you show me something?" Teacher Qin regained his former majesty.

"It's a secret!" The lion cub also raised its voice.

"No way!" Teacher Qin actually screamed.

What surprised me even more was that Zhang Shiwen actually picked up the fruit knife hidden behind her and stabbed Teacher Qin. Teacher Qin couldn't dodge and was stabbed in the throat. Immediately after, the knife was drawn.

But it was Teacher Qin himself who pulled out the knife!

"Ahem, no... Yes! Ahhh Teacher Qin made a voice that was absolutely impossible for a human being.

But Zhang Shiwen then picked up the foot of the bench and smashed it into her face, the first blow directly smashed out the aqueous water in Teacher Qin's eyes, and the second time she lifted off her nose and the surrounding skin.

By this time, the stress response had passed, but the adrenaline rush made me unable to move and even speak.

What the hell is going on!

As if reading my heart, Zhang Shiwen stopped her attack and turned around and pulled me out of the living room with unimaginable speed. But since the door was on Teacher Qin's side, the girl dragged me directly to her room and locked the door.

This is the first time I've entered a girl's room, and I have to say it's really neat and dreamy.

But at this time, it is no longer the time for greedy old critics, because that "Teacher Qin" is already outside the door

"Wow wow wow hahahaha! No way! You are not allowed to study history! "The sound of fingernails rubbing against the blackboard made my heart tremble.

"Climb out!" Zhang Shiwen pointed to the window.

"Boom!" It's the slamming of an unknown creature outside the door!

"Hurry up! No time! Zhang Shiwen dragged me over again.

I struggled to climb up with both hands, and when I looked down, I forgot that they lived on the 18th floor.

"Jump on the air-conditioned outdoor unit at your feet!" Zhang Shiwen pushed the bookcase to the door, and I looked back to see that "Teacher Qin" had already carved a hole in the door, and her remaining eyeball was staring at me, and the surrounding face turned over, and the yellow oil and red ink inner skin made her look like a fly-eating plant.

I went limb and fell.

I'm dead! Mr. Zhang, Mr. Hatoyama, I'm here to accompany you!

With a bang, I landed on the balcony on the 15th floor, which stretched outward. And Zhang Shiwen upstairs jumped down from the window and jumped down from one air conditioner after another. When I jumped across from me, I couldn't see it because I was lying down.

Looks like I'm going to have to go on my own.

I stood up in pain, only to see a family of three on the 15th floor standing in a row looking at me.

Their faces are also the same as those of the flyivore.