Greed & Laziness (15)
Song Shu came back from where Ji Ting was and briefly sorted out the current clues.
The deceased 1 appeared half a month ago. The murderer killed one person every three days. Later, five vampires and one human died one after another.
Sui Yue was once in the same frame with the second deceased in the school infirmary, but later he had an alibi and said that Class A had secrets and unspoken rules. A few days after he disappeared, he was found to have committed suicide at home, leaving a suicide note: I made a mistake, I deserve to die. / I will kill 12 vampires for you.
Lily of the Valley College, Government, Monastery.
Of the seven victims, five died at Lily of the Valley College, and the remaining two, one in a monastery and the other committed suicide at home.
What is the government's intention in arranging him to work in the monastery? Are the diaries of the deceased fake? Sui Yue's suicide, last words, the sudden appearance of a human corpse in the gymnasium, and the secret of Class A...
Song Shu intuitively felt that the key point of all these connections was in his class, Class A, Grade One.
When he returned to his seat, Qiao Qing was playing a game of building blocks with the person in front of him. When Song Shu sat down, the person in front of him glanced over.
There are not many blocks left on the table, so the next step is a game of luck.
Qiao Qing carefully pulled out a building block. The building block tower was shaky. He stared at it intently. When it finally stabilized, he breathed a sigh of relief, muttering to himself, "God bless you!" He turned around and looked at Song Shu: "How is it? Did you find anything?"
Song Shu opened the magic book, yawned a little sleepily, "Nothing."
After sitting down, Song Shu's body finally felt tired after running around all the time. His legs didn't hurt, but they felt sore. He remembered that when he walked 50,000 steps at the comic convention, his legs were also sore.
He stretched his legs slightly, and the game of drawing blocks between Qiao Qing and the table in front of him ended. Qiao Qing wailed: "I don't accept it, you can't leave, let's play again!"
The person at the front desk smiled and looked at Song Shu: "Do you want to play?"
Song Shu had very little communication with the person in front of him. Just as he was about to shake his head to refuse, Qiao Qing hugged his arm and said, "Go ahead and play. Avenge me. I've already lost to him twice!"
The game of drawing blocks is to draw blocks from the block tower. Whoever draws the block that knocks down the tower first loses.
The front desk clerk seems to have a good relationship with the cultural and entertainment committee member.
Song Shu remembered the class secret, his eyes flickered, and he changed from shaking his head to nodding: "If I win, can you answer a question for me?"
Song Shu seldom made requests to them, and most of the time Song Shu didn't care about them. He was even pushed to the position of class monitor by them. After his refusal failed, Song Shu just frowned and accepted it, and did not communicate with them much.
Front Desk: “Of course!”
His voice was a little cracked with excitement, attracting the attention of the whole class, except Qin Sang who was lying down.
Song Shu took the first move and pulled out a building block.
Qiao Qing was still holding Song Shu's hand, watching the game happily.
He now felt that other men were not as good as Song Shu. Song Shu's body was soft and comfortable to hold in his arms. Others were neither as pretty nor as attractive as Song Shu.
Qiao Qing looked at Song Shu's hands as he was pulling out the building blocks, then looked at Song Shu's profile. His eyes were so busy that he couldn't keep track, and he felt inexplicably happy.
The person at the table in front of him obviously played the game of pulling out blocks frequently and knew the weakness of the tower very well. Three minutes later, Song Shu pulled out a block and the tower collapsed.
Qiao Qing muttered: "Are you cheating? Why does everyone lose when they play with you?"
Song Shu put down the block of wood and said helplessly: "It's true that I can't do it."
The person at the front desk kept looking at Qiao Qing holding Song Shu's arm: "Because you're holding his hand all the time, distracting him and making it difficult for him to concentrate."
Qiao Qing was stunned for a moment and subconsciously let go of Song Shu's hand.
All along, the person at the front desk had always been the one coaxing Qiao Qing. No matter what Qiao Qing said, the person at the front desk would always answer gently and politely, and would even joke from time to time. But now the person at the front desk had a gloomy expression, and did not have the gentle look he usually had when looking at him.
Vicious and vicious. This was something Qiao Qing had never seen in anyone else. Qiao Qing subconsciously let go of Song Shu and looked back. The man sitting in front of him had regained his image as a good guy and was still smiling at him in a friendly manner: "You held the monitor's hand for so long, and the monitor didn't get angry. You two have a really good relationship."
In the past, Qiao Qing would have thought this was a joke, but now he felt a chill all over his body and a wave of nausea because of the rapid change of expression of the person in front of him. He had never felt such a strong malice, and his face turned pale for a moment, and he subconsciously hid behind Song Shu.
Song Shu was surprised, but did not push Qiao Qing away. She tilted her head slightly and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Qiao Qing pursed her lips: "I feel a little uncomfortable."
Song Shu put a candy in his palm and looked at the table in front of him: "According to the agreement, you can ask me a question."
The person at the table in front of them suddenly turned around and stopped looking at them: "Maybe next time. I haven't decided what to ask yet."
Song Shu didn't force it. Qiao Qing lay there alone for a while and secretly wrote a note to Song Shu.
Qiao: I think everyone in this class is so weird.
=What?
Joe: They seem to like me, but they also don’t like me.
Qiao Qing said this with some trepidation. He had always been very likable and had never felt such blatant malice from anyone close to him.
Qiao Qing is not a very independent person. He is relatively dependent on others and a little bit spoiled. When he encounters problems, he always subconsciously asks for help from the person he likes the most.
Now he just wants to rely on Song Shu.
Qiao: Didn’t I tell you last time that I would ask the class for secrets for you? Their expressions were also terrifying.
: I just held your hand this time, and they looked at me with horrible expressions.
Song Shu has become desensitized to the fact that Qiao Qing likes to cuddle up to him and hold his hand from time to time, and he doesn't really care about it. He just hugs him if he wants, and it's not a particularly intimate physical contact, so he just hugs him if he wants.
=Maybe he's jealous of me
Joe:?
After a long while, Qiao Qing replied: Really?
Song Shu did not give a clear answer, but just replied: You should be careful of anyone who has intentions towards you.
When Qiao Qing wrote his own reply, he would add a cute little bridge in front of the conversation. After Song Shu replied, he would also add a little animal in front of Song Shu's reply.
After reading Song Shu's reply, his eyes were bright, like a fully charged mobile phone. He pressed his arm against Song Shu's and leaned his head on her shoulder: "Do you like me? Do you have any intentions towards me?"
Song Shu pushed his head away: "Why are you asking me?"
Qiao Qing: "Because I like you very much."
Qiao Qing had never met someone he wanted to stick to so closely. As soon as he got close to Song Shu, he wanted to stick his entire body to Song Shu, preferably with glue. No matter how much Song Shu protested, they couldn't be separated. They slept, ate, and traveled together.
It must feel great to sleep with Song Shu in your arms.
Qiao Qing's ears turned red. Song Shu seemed to be the one on the bottom, and he could be on top or bottom. They were a perfect match.
——
Because so many things happened, Song Shu felt that today was particularly long.
They needed to rehearse a drama after school, so he stood next to Qin Sang on the stage.
The road scenery was ready, and the leading actors were also ready. The entertainment committee member was communicating with several people, including the front desk.
Qin Sang had slept all day and was well rested. He chatted with Song Shu slowly: "You look very tired today."
Song Shu shifted his gaze to Qin Sang and touched his eyes: "Really? I'm fine."
Qin Sang yawned: "What are you checking again?"
Song Shu felt that Qin Sang had asked him similar questions many times. He also yawned like Qin Sang: "A classmate in our class committed suicide."
"Sui Yue?"
"You've been sleeping all day, haven't you?"
"I heard it vaguely."
Qin Sang said: "This person has a very low presence in the class."
Song Shu didn't quite understand and subconsciously wanted to know more: "Anything else?"
"He likes to peek and observe others. His academic and physical education grades are good, but not as good as mine."
Song Shu: “…”
Why is he praising himself? His brother is so cocky.
"Is there anyone in the class who is particularly familiar with him?"
Qin Sang thought about it and shook his head: "No."
After saying that, Qin Sang yawned again and squinted his eyes, feeling sleepy.
Song Shu also began to feel sleepy as he looked at him: "You sleep every day. How do the people in the class get along with you? Will they disturb your sleep?"
Qin Sang raised his eyes lazily: "I am the first in the grade in physical training."
Song Shu: “…”
Now that I know, you don't need to stress anymore.
After a day of thinking, Song Shu just wanted to be a tree quietly. But he was quiet for only a short while, as the cultural and entertainment committee member came over and ended his peace.
"Monitor, there is a new role that needs to be auditioned. There is no particularly suitable candidate in the class at the moment. Can you audition?"
Afraid that Song Shu would refuse, the entertainment committee member added: "The audition is because we need to consider whether this role should be retained."
He turned his body slightly and said, "The character is a priest, so we found a priest from a nearby monastery to provide guidance."
Song Shu saw the priest who happened to open the door.
He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, wearing a dark priest robe and had an expressionless face.
It turned out to be the priest of the monastery where he worked.
A clue flashed through his brain very quickly. Song Shu's intuition told him that something connected all of this.
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