Shi Jiamu slept late.

He put Chen Lian in a taxi, returned home alone, and thought for a long time about the cypress tree on the balcony. Then, he pulled out a faded trolley case from the cabinet and put a change of clothes neatly inside, along with some odds and ends, as if he was going out tomorrow.

Early the next morning, he was woken up by a high-pitched, anxious call.

"Duoduo - Duoduo - where are you? Mom is in a hurry! ”

Lack of sleep, Shi Jiamu's mind was a little confused, and it took him a long time to realize that Duoduo might be the name of the black dog. Such a big vicious dog is actually called Duoduo.

"If you're passionate about being a mother, why don't you have one of your own? Walking with a child's hand is much more fun than being dragged by a dog......" Shi Jiamu thought wildly, took out the chocolate tart left over from yesterday from the refrigerator, and stuffed it into his stomach in two bites.

He hurriedly poured a cup of black tea, ate half a bag of mustard and pressed it, and felt better.

At a quarter past eight, Shi Jiamu went out with a trolley suitcase. Before leaving, he glanced around the room one last time, as if saying goodbye to the past.

He will welcome a new life, and the future will be a blessing or a curse, and it will be arranged by fate.

Stendhal's epitaph says, lived, loved, written. Shi Jiamu felt that it was already a blessing to have lived, and it was an unattainable luxury to love and write.

An hour later, he went to the library of Songjiang Middle School, opened the locked floor-to-ceiling glass door with a key, and walked into the staff library. Director Du hadn't gone to work yet, and the huge library was empty, and he was the only one.

Shi Jiamu turned on the computer, stuffed the disc into the CD-ROM drive, and couldn't wait to open "The Naked Chef".

After the bell rang for class, the campus was lively, and there was a sound of talking outside, Director Du and a colleague walked into the library, a little emotional, they seemed to be talking about a homicide, Shi Jiamu vaguely heard words such as "air-raid shelter" and "corpse".

A shrill siren suddenly sounded in the direction of the school gate, Shi Jiamu got up and walked to the window, and from a distance, several police cars were connected end to end and drove straight into the campus.

Could it be that this is the scene of a murder?

Shi Jiamu became curious, left the library and went down to the hall, said hello to Director Du and them, and chatted casually. Director Du was very talkative, poured beans into the bamboo tube, and told all the information he knew.

The deceased was Director He of the Foreign Affairs Office. He didn't go home last night, he didn't answer his mobile phone, and asked a few friends, all of whom said they didn't know his whereabouts. The family was worried, so they rushed to the school late at night to look for it, but Director He's private car was parked in the underground garage, and the person was not in the office. The family members were so anxious that they were restless, clamoring to see the surveillance, and even the principal's secretary was alarmed, and they tossed until the early hours of the morning, but there was no result.

At that time, everyone had a thought in their stomachs, Director He went out to spend all day drinking, and he couldn't come back when he was drunk. However, these words cannot be told to his family, he is the director of the Foreign Affairs Office, and he is the target of the school-level reserve cadre training, so he must save some face.

Things had settled down like this, but at about nine o'clock in the morning, the security guards were conducting routine patrols around the campus, and the ghost sent the gods to the large playground, and unexpectedly found that the entrance of the air-raid shelter was open, and a strong smell of blood wafted from inside.

He bravely walked in and found Director He's body lying in a pool of blood.

A bomb shelter in a school? Shi Jiamu was stunned for a moment, remembering an incident that happened when he was a student at Songjiang Middle School.

At that time, he was a freshman in high school, not long after entering the school, one morning meeting, the principal announced to the teachers and students of the school through the radio that he had punished three students who had violated discipline on the charge of sneaking into the air-raid shelter without authorization, causing a bad impact, and hoped that all students would take warning.

There is an air-raid shelter under the playground of Songjiang Middle School, which is a historical remnant and has been abandoned for a long time. There are three entrances, scattered in hidden corners of the campus, two of which have been bricked to death, and the remaining one is located next to the south wall of the large playground, obscured by a bush, which looks like a garbage dump, locked with two iron fence gates, and the inside is black and rumbling, and there is a musty smell.

Probably due to disrepair, the iron fence was rotten, and the reckless students pried open a hole and went on an adventure. When it came to pass, one of the fellows was timid, and said that he would stay outside and let the wind out, and he would not dare to go in, but his companions laughed at him a few words, and left him and went into the bomb shelter.

In a hurry, he felt that time was passing slowly, and the guy who let off the wind waited for a long time, but no one came out, so he panicked and ran to the office building for help. When the head teacher and security guard rushed to the big playground under the leadership of the secretary, they saw three students who had returned from the expedition sitting on the grass and eating bananas leisurely.

It turned out that they found a room with bananas in the bomb shelter and stole a few bunches of them.

Ripe bananas are easy to turn black and rotten, and it is inconvenient to preserve, so fruit merchants transport green bananas from other places to the city, pile them in the basement to cover them, and then sell them on the market. The air-raid shelter of Songjiang Middle School has been rented to a fruit merchant to cover bananas for a long time, and few people in the school know about it, and it happened to be poked out by the three students who explored.

The absence of danger is a great luck in misfortune, the secretary reprimanded them with a straight face, and asked the head teacher to take it back to the office to write a review, saying that it should be dealt with seriously. Then he called the director of general affairs to the side, and told him to immediately inform the fruit merchant to transport the bananas away, replace the iron fence and door locks, and seal the dugout.

Afterwards, the three students who were punished became heroes in everyone's minds.

In retrospect, it was many years ago, and only the air-raid shelter was still lying quietly under Songjiang Middle School. Shi Jiamu sighed softly.