Greed & Laziness (7)
Two people died within one day, but there was no major movement at Lily of the Valley Academy.
Song Shu returned to the classroom. The students in the class discussed it for a few minutes, and then the incident was like a stone thrown into a lake. The ripples disappeared and then there was no more movement. He was originally worried about whether he needed to play the role of class monitor to appease his classmates, but now that worry is gone.
My classmates don't seem to care. Is it possible that death is a common thing here?
Song Shu returned to his seat with doubts, and Qin Sang had already sat in his seat.
Song Shu:?
Qin Sang said sleepily: "I'm not used to sitting in someone else's seat."
Song Shu:?
So you can sit in my seat?
Song Shu couldn't hold it anymore. Just when he was about to grab Qin Sang, another class member in charge of culture and entertainment found him.
"Class monitor, this is our class's activity proposal for the school festival."
The school festival is a tradition of Suzuran Academy. Just like the annual school sports meet in reality, the school festival is also an important annual event of Suzuran Academy.
Song Shu heard about this event yesterday. He took the event plan and said, "Okay, I'll take a look."
The entertainment committee member handed the things to Song Shu, but did not leave immediately. He looked at Song Shu's face and said, "Class monitor, the transfer student is very popular in the class and plays well with everyone."
It's a sentence with a lot of hidden meaning, and it's also very puzzling, and it's unclear what it's trying to imply.
Song Shu was not a fool, but he could not guess everything either. He was too lazy to think about the things he could not guess. So he just flipped through the plan in his hand without even looking up: "Well, isn't this great?"
Song Shu's reaction was as expected, but the cultural and entertainment committee member was still choked. His expression did not look good, as if he tried to expel the foul air in his mouth but failed: "It is indeed very good."
Song Shu took a quick look and put away the plan: "Thank you for your hard work. I will give you a reply tomorrow after I have read it carefully."
Speaking of the strange question of the cultural and entertainment committee member... Song Shu also felt that there was something strange. Since he came here, everyone in the class looked at him in an indescribable strange way. There was no way to explain the reason. Song Shu could not find any connection with these people in his background.
Now the entertainment committee member looked at him in a strange way, a look that Song Shu was familiar with, a look of gnashing teeth, a mixture of hatred, admiration, and helplessness towards him.
Song Shu thought about it but couldn't figure out how he had offended this person, so he simply pretended not to notice him, nodded at him and left, leaving behind the long gaze of the cultural and entertainment committee member.
When he returned to his seat, Qin Sang had already stood up and stretched his head out to look at what he was holding: "Is this the proposal for the school festival?"
Song Shu nodded. He was not used to Qin Sang holding his arm like this. He struggled to free himself and sat down next to him. "Why is there no reaction when someone dies?"
This was not normal. As far as Song Shu knew, people didn't die here every day. Even in Levitt City, there were few murders.
In the peaceful, inclusive and equal city of Levitt, the number of homicides a year can be counted on one’s fingers. Yet, four have occurred in less than half a month this year, and there has been no panic?
Qin Sang flipped through the proposal and casually said, "Someone dies every day, so the people in the class might be quieter."
Song Shu: “…”
Too quiet!
Qin Sang raised an eyebrow: "Well, no one here reacts. You can go out and ask other classes. Maybe they will react more."
Because of Qin Sang's words, Song Shu took advantage of the break to go out. The atmosphere in other classes was much more panic than theirs.
"Oh my god, this is the fourth case in less than half a month, and the person who died today was a human. Doesn't that mean everyone is in danger of death?"
"It's been almost ten days, and you still haven't caught and sorted out that serial killer?"
Of course, Song Shu also heard two other particularly heartfelt complaints: "I give up. Who dares to come to school on a day like this?"
"It's already like this, and the school still hasn't given me a holiday? I can't even go through this crappy class for a day, give me a holiday now!"
It turns out that people from all backgrounds don’t like going to school.
Song Shu went out for a walk and came back, and happened to run into Baby-faced Boy and Qiao Qing returning to the classroom.
The two people seemed to be arguing.
Qiao Qing: "What do you mean, you were distracted when I was talking, do you think that's polite?"
Babyface: "But you used to do this to me all the time."
Qiao Qing blushed: "So you want to bring up old scores with me now?"
Baby Face remained silent.
Song Shu was a little embarrassed, but fortunately the classroom had two doors, front and back. Qiao Qing and Baby-faced boy blocked the back door, so he could still go back through the front door.
Soon after returning to his seat, Qiao Qing also came back, looking unhappy, and had been lying on the table for the entire class. As a deskmate, Song Shu should have shown some concern, but Qiao Qing had been lying there, and he didn't know what to say to start the conversation, so he had to give up.
There was still one class after class, and Qiao Qing finally looked up, his eyes slightly red, and his voice was hoarse. Song Shu didn't need to worry about him now, because the classmates around him had already gathered around, talking about him, and by coincidence, they also surrounded Song Shu.
"What's wrong with you? Are you sad?"
"Who made our Qiao Qing angry?"
"I have some candy here, do you want some? Eating something sweet will make you feel better."
Qiao Qing, who originally had red eyes, sobbed: "I'm fine, I'm just in a bad mood."
Someone immediately responded: "What's the matter?"
Song Shu, who was surrounded, said: "..."
Am I also a part of your play?
Song Shu was enthusiastically stuffing candy into his hand. When he found an opportunity to leave, he had only taken two steps when the crowd surrounding Qiao Qing all looked at him.
The originally relaxed atmosphere quietly changed, and all eyes on Song Shu became a little nervous.
Being stared at by more than a dozen pairs of eyes, Song Shu was stunned for a moment. It was the cultural and entertainment committee member who spoke up: "Class monitor, where are you going?"
Aren't you concerned about Qiao Qing? Why are you concerned about him? Song Shu paused and said, "I'm not feeling well. Go out and get some fresh air."
The cultural and entertainment committee member tilted his head and smiled: "Is that so."
…
After school in the evening, Song Shu and Qin Sang walked out of the college. On the way, they could hear a lot of discussion about the gymnasium murder case.
It's really strange. Why are only the people in their class reacting indifferently to the murder case?
Song Shu wondered, could it be that the whole class was so brave? Or were there people who were afraid, but since no one was discussing it, they just followed the crowd and pretended not to be afraid?
555: [Don't make any noise, I'm grilling. ]
Song Shu: "Don't make noise, I'm taking the college entrance examination."
With such a high difficulty, it would be better to let him go back to take the college entrance examination. Song Shu was a little frustrated. He had no idea at the moment. The murderer's gender and race could not be confirmed. How could he be found?
Looking at Qin Sang on the side, he was too lazy to envy her. He also wanted to sleep every day, which was simply the highest state of life.
Song Shu sighed, and he and Qin Sang walked towards the monastery separately. Qin Sang called him.
Qin Sang, who had slept for a day, seemed to be in better spirits. He put his hands in his pockets and looked at him: "Brother, do you care about this case?"
Song Shu said without hesitation: "Of course I care."
How can he go back to the real world and reunite with Song Yinxing if he doesn't complete it?
Qin Sang looked at him straight. When Song Shu thought Qin Sang was going to give him some big clues, Qin Sang yawned again and waved his hand: "Good luck, brother."
Song Shu: “…”
Damn, his brother in high school really deserved a beating.
——
The cleaning work of the monastery was completed, and Song Shu, a vampire, did not run around in the monastery. He collected information around the surrounding area.
There are only a few clues now.
1. The dead vampire went to the tavern last night. After getting drunk, someone saw him sneaking around the monastery, doing something unknown;
2. The vampire had no connection with the human who died at Suzuran Academy today. The two did not know each other, and they did not know anyone in common.
3. The method of killing vampires is also a common method used by blood hunters in the last century to kill vampires. The vampire also has a person he loves very much, but the identity of this person is currently unknown;
4. The vampire was an alcoholic and gambler in his lifetime. He often committed domestic violence and was a bad person.
As Song Shu got more clues, he felt even more confused. If the vampire died in Lily of the Valley Academy, the case would be much simpler. But he died near the monastery.
Why did this person go to a monastery?
Song Shu sighed, returned to the vicinity of the monastery, and plucked up the courage to see the crime scene, but ended up running into the priest from that day.
The priest had taken off his robes and there was no cross on his body, but his cold temperament had not changed at all.
"What are you looking for?"
Song Shu now looked at everyone as if he was looking for clues. He closed the distance between him and the priest. Before he could speak, the priest said, "The vampire who died today once came to the monastery to confess."
"He said, 'I asked God for forgiveness because I had a wife and I vowed to be with her forever, but I still fell in love with someone else.'"
The priest said: “This is what he said to me the first time he came to confession in the monastery.”
Is this something you can just say to him? A priest shouldn't keep secrets. Will he be silenced after hearing this? ?
Song Shu stepped back slightly, a little wary. The priest turned to look at him, his dark eyes moving slightly in the moonlight, and continued, "The second time he came, he was very angry. He said he found out that his wife had also fallen in love with someone else, and had cheated on him earlier than he did. He was angry and glad, glad that he could love someone else, but also angry about his wife's cheating, so he beat his wife up."
"After confession, he went to the tavern," the priest looked at where Song Shu was standing, "and then turned into a corpse, lying under a tree."
Song Shu: “…”
Song Shu silently moved his position: "Can you just say this casually?"
The priest was wearing simple casual clothes. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with his teeth, and sneered: "People are dead, what privacy do they have?"
Too.
Song Shu looked at the priest in the moonlight. The priest blew out smoke rings, and his eyes and brows looked a little cold in the smoke.
Very considerate, the smoke rings were not blown towards Song Shu. It would be better if he could be more considerate and not smoke.
Priest: "Go back when your work is done. This is not a good place to stay."
Song Shu said, "Oh!" It was getting late, so he should go back. He didn't want to stay with the priest. The cross that almost blinded him when they first met still left a psychological shadow on him.
Song Shu thanked the priest for the information and turned to walk towards another path. After walking for a while, he felt that the priest was following him closely and he couldn't get rid of him no matter what he did.
Song Shu: "...Are you going home this way too?"
The priest was still holding a cigar in his hand, and said impatiently: "There have been a lot of dead vampires recently. It's annoying to be questioned. I'll take you back."
Song Shu: "...Oh."
Song Shu was sent back like this. When he got home and opened the door, he saw Qin Sang's sleepy face again.
"Why are you so sleepy every day?"
Song Shu closed the door, bent down to change his shoes, and was unexpectedly hugged.
Qin Sang hung on him, "Father, you haven't eaten yet?"
Song Shu was busy looking for clues all night and didn't pay much attention to his physical condition. The moment Qin Sang leaned over, his back felt slightly numb, the marks on his abdomen felt hot, and his body was shaking.
Qin Sang put his neck closer: "Bite me, father."
"Was it the person downstairs who sent you back today? Who was it?"
Song Shu took two bites. The taste of Qin Sang's blood was very changeable. Yesterday it tasted like watermelon, but today it tasted like a sweet and sour strawberry.
He was busy sucking blood and only found time to answer: "It's the priest of the monastery."
Song Shu was sitting on a low shoe cabinet at the entrance, at just the right height for him to bite Qin Sang's neck.
Qin Sang seemed to be in a bad mood today. He kept touching the back of his head with a little force.
Song Shu raised his head slightly and licked his lips, "Are you unhappy?"
Song Yinxing in high school seemed to have more distinct emotions. Song Shu held Qin Sang's face.
Still very handsome, you can indeed see that he is a little unhappy, but it is not very obvious, more like a sleepy mood.
Song Shu always had a wonderful feeling of traveling through time and space when it came to Qin Sang. It was unrealistic for him to realize the thought that he had kept repeating when he was a child, "It would be great if I could go to school with my brother."
Because it was unrealistic, Song Shu became more relaxed.
Qin Sang touched his ear, where Song Shu had once pierced his earrings: "Are you full?"
Maybe because he had solved it yesterday, Yin Wen didn't feel too hot and soft after eating. Song Shu came down from the shoe cabinet and saw a lot of dishes on the dining table. "Didn't you eat?"
Qin Sang followed behind him and said, "I haven't eaten yet. I'm waiting for father to come back to eat together."
Weird thoughts arise again.
He noticed the strange emotion in Qin Sang before Song Shu entered the room.
Song Shu had been with Song Yinxing in high school, but he didn't know him well. Song Yinxing protected him too well, and all he could see was the side that Song Yinxing was willing to show him.
Song Yinxing was very tired in high school, but she would not vent her emotions on him. Most of the time, Song Yinxing would digest it herself and then go home and sleep with him in her arms.
During the time when their parents passed away, they were like young animals licking each other's wounds, protecting each other. However, most of the time, Song Shu played the role of being protected.
Song Shu knew Song Yinxing very well, but he also didn't know him very well, so when facing Song Yinxing, a high school student, he often felt a strong sense of disconnection.
Is this Song Yinxing? Could he have made a mistake? But when his eyes fell on Qin Sang, Song Shu felt that this was his brother.
Song Shu's thoughts kept swaying, and he couldn't help but think of a question. He asked 555: "Why did my brother come in too? Could it be that my brother is dead too?"
555's answer was: [This is confidential.]
Song Shu: “…”
Since there is no answer, Song Shu no longer dwells on this question.
Back to Qin Sang himself, Qin Sang sat down again, his snow-white eyelashes slightly closed, as if he was thinking, or as if he was being lazy.
Under the magic light, the dark skin color has a textured luster.
Qin Sang is a handsome man with dark skin. Although he is always sleepy, he still has a strong youthful temperament. When he opens his eyes and looks at people casually, he always makes people feel...
To put it in a naive way, it is evil. They are careless but can set a trap for you in the next second and make you jump into it willingly and lose everything.
This kind of Song Yinxing is unfamiliar, and it is another side of him that Song Shu has never encountered before.
Song Shu probed: "Are you really angry?"
Qin Sang: “No.”
"I don't get angry that easily."
Song Shu: "Really?"
Qin Sang: “No.”
Song Shu: “…”
Song Shu had no choice but to go back to the room, put his things away and started to eat. Qin Sang on the sofa slowly began to breathe evenly.
The next day, neither Qin Sang nor Song Shu mentioned this matter.
When they arrived at the classroom, Qin Sang continued to lie there, still half asleep. Qiao Qing had rested for a day and seemed to be in a much better mood.
Song Shu was bored and was drawing a relationship diagram of the five dead people on the drawing.
"Qiao Qing, this is your milk."
Baby Face stood beside the desk, and a bottle of warm milk was quietly placed on the desk.
Qiao Qing was not happy: "I don't like chocolate-flavored milk. Why did you buy this flavor? You should have always remembered that I don't like chocolate."
Having said that, Qiao Qing still reached out to take the milk.
This was a sign of reconciliation he gave to Babyface after their quarrel yesterday.
"If you don't like it, don't drink it."
Unexpectedly, the baby-faced man picked up the milk faster than Qiao Qing, turned to Song Shu, and asked carefully: "Song Shu, do you like it?"
He added: "Chocolate flavor."
Although we don't know what Song Shu's taste is at the moment, it should be okay to start with chocolate, right?
The baby-faced boy looked at Song Shu hopefully, completely ignoring Qiao Qing's pale and angry gaze after he was stunned.
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