Chapter 12

The seat next to the accident today is empty. He should not be afraid to come to school. He is not so vulnerable that even if he is afraid, he will not be noticed by others. Lin Jimian was wondering, and the head teacher came over. The head teacher is a short middle-aged man. He usually explains things, but in fact, he doesn't contribute much to the class. Several people next to him looked at him, and everyone was looking forward to what he said.

"Xiao Ran's father just called. He caught a cold and asked for a day off today." After saying that, he walked out through the back door with his hands behind his back.

"Xiao Ran has a cold? No wonder..." Zhou Yisheng began to nag over there. This man just likes to talk about trivial things. "You say, Yang Xiaoheng hasn't heard from him for a few days. If he really dies like what others say, Xiao Ran won't have to be bullied by him."

"Yes, it's been almost two years. Not long after Xiao Ran transferred to another school, Yang Xiaoheng often bothered him." Liang Ziying in the back also began to talk.

"Does the teacher care?" Lin Jimian saw the head teacher today and finally realized his existence.

"Who can control him? In the past, an unknown teacher asked Yang Xiaoheng, and later he was taught a lesson. He didn't even dare to teach books here." Zhou Yisheng rolled his eyes.

Lin Jimian was not in the mood to stay here. Seeing Xiao Ran's uneasy appearance these days, he thought that Yang Xiaoheng's death pushed him into a more difficult situation. After all, he is just a person, a very simple student. Everything is ordinary. Even if he is insulted by others, he can't beat killing a person with his own hands. It is always difficult to heal when the balance is broken, and it is to the extent that the bone is into the marrow.

I was already thinking about whether to tell him something, but I suddenly realized when I had been trapped. I had never been so close to my prey before, and I didn't care about their affairs. But this time it's different. I haven't seen him as a prey for a long time. He smiled bitterly and walked out of the classroom.

The sun shines warmly into the bedroom, and it is as smooth as a milk. Outside the window is bright, as bright as spring. It is only from the aging autumn wind that can tell that it is already autumn.

Lin Jimian sat on the window, hanging one leg and basking in the sun leisurely, looking at the person who was sleeping peacefully. Maybe you will feel at ease when you fall asleep. The long-lost calmness on your face seems to be covered with a faint layer of frost, and the long eyelashes are also covered with stability. It's good to keep it all the time. Don't worry so much, just keep what you like. But once you wake up, you will become the absence of the soul.

The eyes fell on the painting standing on the table, which was the same as yesterday, and it had not changed at all.

The eyelashes of the person lying on ** trembled slightly, and then slowly opened his clear eyes. I habitually looked out of the window and saw a backlit figure. There should be no one at home. My heart beat faster. I stood up and sat up with a heavy head.

Lin Jimian came down from the window and approached Xiao Ran. Xiao Ran was looking at him with his eyes stunned.

"It's me."

Lin Jimian sat by the bed, and the light clearly outlined the outline of his face. Xiao Ran's panic was much flattened, but he quickly glanced at the closed door, "How did you get in?"

"I can go anywhere, as long as I want." I have never understood this person. I began to be surprised to hear his particularly soft voice today. Although the words are still so reruly, the difference is that it has faded the usual pressure.

"What do you mean?"

Lin Jimian ignored his problem. He just looked at him and wanted to reach out to flatten his frown since he woke up. As soon as he touched his forehead, Xiao Ran patted his hand and said, "What are you doing?"

"You hate me very much, don't you?"

Seeing the melancholy flashing in the eyes of the person opposite, what happened to him today? His eyes are not as deep as usual, but as soft as his tone of voice.

"After you listen to me, you may hate me even more." Lin Jimian's tone became very helpless.

"What do you want to say?"

"But you should forget those unhappy things and don't be panicked all day long." Xiao Ran suddenly looked up at him. He wanted to know a lot of things.

"You also saw that Yang Xiaoheng's body was destroyed. No one can find out anything. Don't worry." Xiao Ran stared at this man with disbelief. How did he know?" Are you following me? An idea came out of my mouth.

"It's true."

"What the hell do you want to do?" Xiao Ran was puzzled by this person. It can be said that he has continued to feel this feeling for a long time since he saw him, but he has been doubting that he personally admitted to verify his idea today. "You have an intention, right?"

"I'm aware of it. You are not stupid at all." Lin Jimian looked out of the window, and his tone became difficult. "I still remember the group of crows who gnawed Yang Xiaoheng with no score left. They were called by me. I'm their kind, not a person like you. These words pierced Xiao Ran's ears like thorns. Thinking of the situation that day, my heart turned again. What's going on? He is not human! But I didn't feel particularly scared. I just accepted it calmly, because it didn't matter.

"That group of crows is disgusting, isn't it? I'll make you sick, too." Exposing the original face is like peeling off a layer of skin. I've never done such a thing before. I'm really not used to it.

"I don't want to say this. Why are you following me?"

"What do you think we survived? Seeing the group of ravens who eat human flesh, what do you think I have for you?"

"Well, you are the same as them, but you should only do it to the dead." Xiao Ran thought of the missing bodies, which disappeared after death.

"It's different! I only like the smell of blood. I can't even smell those rotten meat!" As if trying to argue for himself, Lin Jimian turned to Xiao Ran, and his sharp eyes made people feel uneasy.

"It's no different, as long as I die." Xiao Ran has been struggling in his heart for the past few days, and fear has been attacking him. It is soaked in it all day long, like boiled water boiling over and over again, and then there is no taste. Knowing this person's purpose at this moment may solve it more happily.

Xiao Ranxin was completely cold. He stood up and opened the drawer and grabbed the knife inside. Lin Jimian took the knife and threw it on the ground. "What are you doing? Have you forgotten what I just said to you? Xiao Ran looked at him as if he didn't understand.

"I'm telling you this just to help you untie the knot. Don't be distracted all day long. Except for us, no one will know the truth about Yang Xiaoheng's death. I won't treat you as my prey anymore. You can do whatever you want, just like before.

Xiao Ran's heart moved, his head was still numb, and his eyes did not have any focus. He spoke like a deflated ball. "But I always killed him. I must have been crazy at that time."

Lin Jimian saw the empty eyes, and his heart was burning, as if he had been bitten by poisonous insects over and over again. He approached Xiao Ran and hugged him tightly, as if he were afraid that he would lose it. The people in his arms struggled desperately, but Lin Jimian just didn't let go. "Forget those things and finish that picture. Don't you like it very much?"

Something in Xiao Ran's heart began to turn out, and there was a continuous flow of layers. He finally calmed down and stopped struggling.

"I will never appear in front of you again. I will look for other prey, but it will never be you. Lin Jimian finally let go of Xiao Ran and smiled at him, "You will still hate crows, won't you?" After saying that, he walked to the window and turned into a black crow and flew away.

Looking at the black crow flying away and disappearing, Xiao Ran slowly sat back to ** and recalled the conversation just now. It was like a dream, more illusory than a dream, but the panic in the past few days surged out like opening the floodgates, and the almost swollen and broken heart, which was originally full, also relaxed. His eyes began to moist, and a deep breath from the bottom of his heart came out, and the bright tears slid down his cheeks. I haven't cried for a long time.