Chapter 44 Qiuqiu
Although this sentence is short, it contains a huge amount of information...
Qi Xiaopang vaguely remembered that before he followed 'Zhou Xiaoya' into the sports equipment room, he was still thinking about whether this 'Zhou Xiaoya' was a lord.
At that time, I thought the key lay in the level of detail of what they encountered after entering the equipment room. If it was glossed over, then the lord who dominated this gap would most likely not be Zhou Xiaoya. But if it was carried out in detail according to what happened that year without missing a step, then it must be Zhou Xiaoya who was in control.
Now it looks like everything is proceeding in detail according to the previous development without missing a step. Although they didn't see who locked the door because they were timid...but the lord should be Zhou Xiaoya's fault.
But judging from what Brother Qing said, the lord seems to be Chang Qiuqiu... So should we provide psychological counseling or use force to control him?
Qi Xiaopang was confused. He couldn't understand why the genius equation he had racked his brains to come up with, 'Detailed reenactment of what happened back then = Zhou Xiaoya is the lord', ended up with the completely unrelated Chang Qiuqiu.
Not only Qi Xiaopang was confused, but Chen Qiaoxi and the other two were even more confused. They had been spending three days in this damn place with Chang Qiuqiu!
Three! God! Ah!
Qing Bai sighed. "Can you be flexible? You saw who was outside the door just now. Why should we waste time here?"
Chang Qiuqiu tilted her head, as if she was thinking seriously.
As she moved, small, dark, hard lumps fell, their edges tangled with strands of hair... It was as if blood and other body tissue had soaked through the tangled hair, then solidified into lumps after drying. The slightest movement would cause them to fall away...
Qing Bai was close and noticed that although Chang Qiuqiu's face was intact, the back of her head was abnormally shriveled. Even if she had a flat head, it shouldn't be as flat as it was after being cut by a machete, not to mention the broken skeleton that her long red dress could hardly cover.
Qing Bai subconsciously guessed that these traces were either from falling from a height, being hit by a heavy object, or being hit by a car. In short, the person was deader than dead.
Perhaps because she had lost her disguise, Chang Qiuqiu could hardly conceal her voice. Her originally playful and lively voice became hoarse and unclear, as if a broken bone was stuck in her throat. When she opened her mouth to speak, blood gurgled from below and air leaked from above. She spoke with difficulty and the listeners' scalps tingled.
"I can't find him."
"Who can't you find?" Qing Bai asked tentatively, "Li Nan?"
Chang Qiuqiu nodded, her entire body seemingly boneless... Truly boneless, the neck connecting her head to her body seemed boneless. A simple nod caused her head to tilt 300 degrees, the remaining 60 degrees being barely supported by her boneless neck and her bony, though not entirely intact, shoulders and back. It was precisely because of this that everyone realized the back of her head was tattered, like an overripe, violently beaten watermelon, cracked and bursting with juice.
After discovering this, everyone collapsed on the spot, especially Chen Qiaoxi, who had been arguing with Chang Qiuqiu over a disagreement. He leaned against the wall and vomited. Thinking that there was watermelon among the fruits he had eaten before, he vomited even more violently... If he knew Chang Qiuqiu was like this, he would rather sew his mouth shut!
This was not the first time that Qi Xiaopang had seen a ghost, so his psychological endurance was stronger and his associations were richer. At the moment when he saw the back of Chang Qiuqiu's head, he was strangely calm. He just suddenly remembered the little nurse who was eating cream cake behind the reception desk in the hospital lobby... Was it really strawberry cream cake that she was eating at that time... Ugh!
Ban Bieyi and Gaotai were luckier. One was so feverish that he was unconscious and couldn't tell the difference between humans and animals two meters away. The other was busy helping someone and just missed the exciting scene. They were lucky enough to be able to save their lives.
Chang Qiuqiu didn't know that her nod could be so lethal. If she knew, she might choose to look at people with the back of her head.
At this moment, she just kept repeating one sentence: "So... he locked the door, he locked the door... Why? Why did he do this? Why..."
One of the parties involved was absent, and the ghost involved was confused and looked even more bewildered than them. No one present could answer her doubts, so she could only ask why over and over again.
Every time Chang Qiuqiu repeated it, the resentful atmosphere in the equipment room grew thicker. Qing Bai frowned. He could feel the chill rapidly climbing up along the ground. He turned his head to look at Ban Bieyi who was leaning limply against the platform. He looked no different from the person next to him, but was actually a little impatient. Qing Bai decisively interrupted Chang Qiuqiu in a deep voice.
"The victim didn't say anything, why are you so angry?"
Chang Qiuqiu, the repeater, was jammed by Qing Bai's attack. Chen Qiaoxi, who had vomited stomach acid, probably managed to drain the water successfully, and his brain returned a little. He continued in a hoarse voice, "That's right, the real victim hasn't made a fuss, so why are you making a fuss here? Don't you hate Zhou Xiaoya? When did you become so... Wait, are you Chang Qiuqiu?"
Qi Xiaopang, who had been dry-heaving for a long time but couldn't vomit anything but saliva, whispered, "It's possible that Zhou Xiaoya is pretending..."
Gao Tai, a man of careful thought and a good memory, quickly recalled the conversation in the classroom. "Earlier, you said the homeroom teacher in the office was fake, a puppet created by someone to trap us here... That 'person' was hiding right next to us, and asked us who we thought it looked like now. At that time, we all thought it looked like Zhou Xiaoya... So, in fact, it has always been 'Chang Qiuqiu'?"
"Maybe Chang Qiuqiu was killed when she just came in! She possessed Chang Qiuqiu's body, and in order to avoid being exposed, she deliberately entered the office first, deliberately said her own name, and then shrank into the appearance of a junior high school student and mixed with us..." Chen Qiaoxi has not given up his "name becoming smaller theory", and was successfully frightened by his own guess.
Qi Xiaopang continued, "Zhou Xiaoya's target is too obvious. It's easier for her to control the situation by disguising herself as Chang Qiuqiu."
Chang Qiuqiu probably hadn't expected that after death she'd still be faced with the need to prove she was herself. Since there were no ID cards in the underworld, her throat churned for a long time before she could only utter a dry, "I'm Chang Qiuqiu."
Chen Qiaoxi and the other two didn't say anything, but their expressions were full of suspicion.
Qing Bai was afraid that if they continued to doubt him, Chang Qiuqiu, who had a bad temper, would really use "facts" to prove her identity, and then they would be the ones who couldn't bear it... The place was not big to begin with, and if she vomited again, there would be no place to stand.
"Did you deliberately answer the question first?"
Chang Qiuqiu nodded again. The 'piece of hair' on the back of her head was almost falling out, revealing the red, white and yellow mixture inside that looked like torn cotton wool.
"Yes... I died early, and I've always been the same as I was in junior high school."
I still look like I did in junior high school. I’m afraid of being noticed by others, so I’m the first one to enter the office, the first one to shrink and become smaller…
Gao Tai and the other two suddenly realized that they truly couldn't remember what Chang Qiuqiu looked like when they first entered this place. They only remembered Ban Bieyi as a frail young man in a hospital gown, Gao Tai as a financial manager in a suit and tie, and Chen Qiaoxi as a half-bald, plaid-shirted programmer. Only Chang Qiuqiu seemed to have always been the girl in the red dress.
Qing Bai's focus didn't wander as much as theirs, and he continued to ask, "You died when you were in junior high? Why didn't they know?"
Hearing Qing Bai's question, the three people on Gaotai were afraid that their memories were wrong again, so they hurriedly searched their memories, but to no avail.
Chen Qiaoxi: "Except for Zhou Xiaoya, I don't remember any other junior high school classmates dying."
Gaotaiban also nodded.
Chang Qiuqiu smiled, her bright red lips forming a stiff curve on her pale face. Her expression was stiff and sinister, but her words became smoother and smoother, as if she was gradually adapting to this dilapidated body. "Of course you don't remember. I died after graduation. With the 'harmonious and friendly' friendship in our class, how could anyone know..."
She’s back, that sarcastic Chang Qiuqiu is back.
Hearing this familiar sarcastic tone, Chen Qiaoxi and the other two actually felt relieved.
"Because of Zhou Xiaoya's accident, our relationship has indeed become estranged... We haven't organized a junior high school reunion in these years, so it's normal that you didn't know about Chang Qiuqiu's death." Chen Qiaoxi, who had been crazy for a long time, finally picked up the class monitor's ID card and took the initiative to explain.
Qing Bai nodded, showing his understanding, and then asked, "Is your death related to Zhou Xiaoya?"
When these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked.
Not only did Qi Xiaopang, Chen Qiaoxi, and the others in the high-level class widen their eyes in shock, but even Jiunian, who had given up on giving hints and guidance and was concentrating on making backup preparations, couldn't help but change his gaze.
But unlike the surprise of others, Jiunian was more vigilant and worried.
As he leaned sideways to gather his energy, he worried about how to explain to the inexperienced little Lingxi cub beside him. One shouldn't casually mention words like "death" or "passed away" in front of a ghost, and asking directly about the cause of death was a taboo. Ordinary ghosts wouldn't be affected, as it would just be rude, and at most they'd roll their eyes and curse. But if he provoked a Soul-Scarring Ghost Bird whose resentment was so strong it tore open the rift between Yin and Yang, the slightest mistake would cause the resentment to erupt. At best, the resentment would plague the person, causing them to feel hot and cold, or at worst, the rift would collapse, and everything within it would be completely trapped between Yin and Yang, never to see the light of day again...
Jiu Nian was ready to take action. Chang Qiuqiu, who should have felt "offended", was unusually calm. Or rather, her resentment was not directed towards Qing Bai, who had "offended" her.
Thinking of the previous wounded soul that was easily healed, and the soul in front of him who was extremely clear about his own death and even talked about it and completely accepted it, Jiu Nian couldn't help but start to wonder if the Lingxi clan had any other racial talents that he didn't know about, or if it was just this one person's talent...
"Why don't you ask Ban Bieyi why he didn't tell the teacher, the police, or his parents when he clearly suspected Gao Tai?" Chang Qiuqiu smiled again, the curve of his lips as sharp as a knife. "For the great friendship? Ha."
Gao Tai trembled all over, and subconsciously tightened his grip on Ban Bieyi's hand and then loosened it.
Qi Xiaopang's suppressed doubts surfaced again. Given the teacher's personality, he certainly wasn't the type to withhold information...
Ban Bieyi closed his eyes and didn't shy away from the question. "I've considered speaking out my suspicions, for Zhou Xiaoya, for Gaotai, and for myself... On my way to the office, I ran into Zhou Xiaoya's father, who had come to the school to seek an explanation but to no avail. He was on the phone, furious and frantic."
Ban Bieyi took a breath, his voice growing weaker. "He said... even if the person who harmed her daughter was a minor, it didn't matter. He no longer asked the law to give his poor daughter justice. As long as he knew who it was, he would do it himself. It's simple, just a step on the accelerator... I'm very scared. I'm afraid that my suspicion will kill Gao Tai."
"You're right to be afraid," Chang Qiuqiu said expressionlessly, "I was hit and killed by Zhou Xiaoya's father's car."
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