Weird Tales of Rules: Harmonious Campus

No. 363 is occupied by a gray-haired grandmother with a milky white milk cat under her feet.

"Zhong'an, why are you back? "

It's Zhong'an again, Li Qingruo's face remains unchanged, "I forgot to take something." "

The old woman looked her up and down, "You don't have the key with you?"

Again, she keenly captured the word.

It's not the first time that Song Zhongan can't go home.

The old woman sighed, "Come in, kid." "

She keenly captures people outside the school and doesn't seem to turn into ghosts.

But they didn't know that Song Zhongan was dead.

The grandmother's living room was simple, with a sofa, coffee table, TV, and an old-fashioned clock.

While she was standing in the living room, the grandmother went to the kitchen.

When she came out again, she had an extra iron rod in her hand.

Li Qingruo immediately stared at her with guarded eyes.

But the old lady didn't seem to notice, and pushed open the courtyard door by herself.

After thinking about it for a while, Li Qingruo still followed.

It turned out that the courtyards of the two families were shared.

The old grandmother used the iron rod to support the window of Song Zhong'an's house, which formed a mouth for her to enter and exit.

Li Qingruo thanked him, and climbed into Song Zhong'an's house after dividing five by two.

The layout of his living room is almost the same as that of his grandmother's house, except for a large bedroom and a small bedroom.

Without hesitation, Li Qingruo entered the small bedroom.

Dark and damp, that's her first feeling.

She tried to press the lamp on the wall, but only found a thread.

Tentatively tugging, the room was filled with warm yellow light.

The houses were clearly old, and the walls had long since peeled off, revealing mottled marks.

The ground is covered with a layer of cement slabs, but it is also pitted.

The so-called bed is made of several wooden planks and a red brick underneath it.

The only thing that could be considered furniture was the desk and wooden chair that matched the room, but there were many scratches on the original dark red paint.

Song Zhongan is a child who loves to read, and his desk is full of dazzling books.

From Shakespeare to Ryunosuke Akutagawa, he has been involved.

Most of these books are also very worn, with yellowed and brittle pages, apparently old.

On his desk is a copy of Yukio Mishima's Kinkakuji and a rollerball pen.

The most striking thing about the page turned is the sentence marked with a black pen

"What is the world

Meaningless regret is the world. "

Did Song Zhongan regret it?

The thought welled up in her head.

Bad interpersonal relationships, prejudice from teachers, ignorance from parents.

Which one was the last straw that overwhelmed Song Zhong'an?

She could only hope that she would find a clue in his home.

For a cub, there is nothing safer than the nest, and most of his secrets are hidden here.

She found a collar with a bell next to Song Zhong'an's pillow and a note.

The ghosts and gods are unknown, but cause and effect still exist.

At this moment, Li Qingruo finally understood why she felt that Song Zhongan was familiar.

She'd seen him.

Three months ago, on the eve of her upcoming teaching.

She had been to this school before, and she met Song Zhong'an.

It was the weekend, and the students were gone, but she saw him on the shore of the man-made lake.

Like that one-inch photo, Song Zhongan is a clean and gentle boy, but he has never smiled.

The child asked who she was.

She said she was a teacher at this school.

They talked for a long time, and they talked about Ellen Poe's "Black Cat" from Yuan'an Middle School.

Finally, he asked her if she believed that there were ghosts in this world.

She said: The ghosts and gods are unknown, but the cause and effect still exist.

But within a few days, the boy drowned in the man-made lake they had seen for the first time.

If he had lived, he would have turned eighteen in a month.

I looked around and made sure I didn't miss anything.

The collar with the bell should be for Eleven.

Therefore, Song Zhongan should have been fed eleven.

She picked up her collar and planned to leave the small bedroom.

In the afterglow, she happened to see the rollerball pen.

She took out the rollerball pen that Teacher Su gave her and compared it.

It's the same, whether it's the production batch or the details, there is no difference.

Perhaps, this pen was given to Song Zhong'an by Mr. Su.

She wrapped the collar around Song Zhong'an's rollerball pen and went to the larger bedroom next door.

This time she skillfully pulled on the light.

Compared to Song Zhong'an's bedroom, this one is obviously much more comfortable.

There were sky-blue curtains, a rudimentary wooden bed covered with floral sheets, a huge wardrobe, and two small bedside tables.

But they were pitifully few, but she found a Snoopy keychain on the bedside table.

Obviously not what they should be for their age.

She glanced at her watch, and it was half past two.

She put the keychain away and sped through the courtyard window.

Before leaving, the old woman suddenly stopped her.

"Zhong'an, you've lost weight again. She sighed and took an apple from the coffee table, "Take it and eat it." "

After thanking him, Li Qingruo hurriedly went to find a taxi.

But to her despair, she found that the taxi had long since left.

She had no choice but to take another time to hail a taxi.

By the time she arrived at the school, there were only three minutes left.

Just as she was about to run to the classroom, she noticed the inconspicuous notice on the bulletin board.

Notice on the punishment of Song Zhongan.

After investigation, on May 30, in history class, Song Zhongan attacked his classmates.

Song Zhong'an's behavior seriously endangered the health of his classmates and caused great adverse effects.

In order to warn others and prevent the occurrence of fights and brawls, it was decided to give Song Zhongan a punishment of probation.

It is hoped that Song Zhongan will accept the lesson, take it as a warning, and strictly abide by the student guidelines.

The payment was made on June 1, which means that there are still 21 days before Song Zhong'an's death.

But she didn't have time to think about it, so she hurried to the classroom.

Report. "

Teacher Zhu threw the book onto the podium and pulled out a slender whip from under the projection screen.

"Damn, such a simple math problem can be wrong. "

"When I sprinkle rice, the chickens are more correct than you. "

Teacher Zhu brandished the whip, his face was hideous, and blood flowed out of his eyes.

"I've talked about it 800 times, the same question type, and it still won't, are you having paste in your heads, I really want to break open your heads and see!"

"If you don't want your brain, you can donate it, so there's no need to respond to people here. "

Teacher Zhu became more and more irritable, and the whip in his hand also hit the person closest to him.

The man actually cracked in response.

"Mr. Zhu, I know the answer to this question. "