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The teenager was finally willing to raise his eyes: "Two copies."

Zhuangzhou nodded hurriedly, looked around to make sure no one was looking at him before turning on his phone, sent a long text to Shen Chi, and handed a pink letter from the bottom of the table.

Shi Liang, who was left out in the cold, couldn't help but ask, "What are you whispering about?"

"Discuss the topic." Zhuangzhou quickly changed the topic, "Have you heard that the trash can in the south is haunted, and a drunk man swore that he saw a hand out of the trash can, and that hand ran home with him. Now, hide under him."

Shi Liang was timid and immediately covered his ears.

"It's a common thing to stuff dead people into trash cans." Yan Shen, who had been silent all the time, rarely said a word, "Most of them are based on falsehoods."

The audience who supervised the study in the live broadcast room were shocked.

"Often, often?"

"Why do you speak so lightly?"

"How bad is the living environment of the cubs, isn't it weird to kill people like this?!"

Shen Chi opened the message from Zhuangzhou and wanted to refuse, but couldn't resist the temptation of the strawberry-flavored cake, so he picked up a pen and wrote on the letter paper:

Hello Xiaozui, the first time I saw you was in the photo, the second time I saw you at the empty school gate, the moment you appeared in front of me wearing a white dress, satisfied all my definitions of beauty, I I don't know why I want to write, maybe I just want to tell you that you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met, and it is a pleasure to meet you.

Shen Chi recalled that there was no girl named Xiao Zui in the class. The original landlord, Sister Hong, had a daughter named Lin Zui.

He wrote the last word and heard the heated debate. After sitting for a day, he just wanted to go out for a walk. He raised his eyebrows and answered, "Wouldn't you know if you go to the garbage station in the south?"

Shi Liang, a good student, persuaded in a low voice, "What if Teacher Yan is back?"

Shen Chi turned on his phone and checked the map: "It only takes half an hour to go back and forth, and Teacher Yan won't find out."

"Cub, did you forget that it's still live!"

"It's all called Teacher Yan."

"Bless my daughter-in-law for not watching the live broadcast"

Shen Chi turned off the camera, and the four of them carried their schoolbags and dogs out of the door, walking towards the garbage station in the south.

Zhuangzhou, who lives next to the school gate, is very familiar with this area. He said as he walked: "It was said that an automated garbage disposal plant was planned. If the budget was not enough, it was shelved. The pile of garbage was increasing, and the sanitation workers were too lazy to deal with it."

As evening approached, the twilight purple sky cast a shadow on the snow, dragging the shadow of the person for a long time. Shi Liang backed away: "It's better to go back quickly, it will be bad if Teacher Yan finds out."

"It's in front."

Zhuangzhou pointed to the rusty-blue garbage station in front of him. The entire garbage station was already filled with rubbish that covered the sky and the ground. Just standing outside, he could smell the pungent smell, and he couldn't step into it at all.

Shen Chi turned around without hesitation, Shi Liang immediately followed behind him, and Zhuangzhou didn't have the courage to enter the garbage station: "That person bought beer in my parents' store that day, and he said the truth."

"How can there be ghosts in the world?" Yan Shen said indifferently.

The three walked back, and Shen Chi, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face became solemn: "I seem to hear something moving."

"There's no one in this place, did you hear it wrong?" Shi Liang asked in a trembling voice.

Just like in a game, Shen Chi Jing calmly discerned the sound carefully, and followed the sound to a trash can next to the garbage station.

The trash can was completely covered with snow, and the blue body of the bucket was faintly exposed. He heard a faint cry for help from the bucket.

He has always been obsessed with cleanliness, and even the chairs sitting outside have to be wiped with a tissue, but the boy lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to open the lid of the trash can. The moment he opened it, the expression on his face was still calm, but he squeezed the lid tightly with his fingertips. .

Zhuangzhou's mobile phone turned on the flashlight, the bright light of the flashlight reflected in the barrel, and a man with blood and flesh appeared in their eyes, the palm of his right hand was broken, and the blood was soaked in the narrow space.

Zhuangzhou's cell phone was almost unsteady, Shi Liang was too scared to look at it, while Yan Shen's eyes moved from the broken elbow to the man's face: "You stole something again?"

Yan Jianguo slowly regained consciousness. Someone called and hired him to kill him. It was a good deal to buy a life of 100,000 yuan, but his son had to go to a good university. It was obvious that his son wanted to be a policeman when he was a child, so he could no longer influence him. The son's high school entrance examination.

So he gave up at the last minute, and of course there was a price for giving up. He was thrown in the trash like a dead dog, and he almost thought that he would still have a life left. He closed his eyes and said, "No more stealing."

"There's no truth in your mouth."

Yan Shen carried Yan Jianguo on his shoulders and walked to the hospital step by step. No one cared about petty things, unless he had provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked.

*

Yan Xuexiao opened the door, but there was no one in the living room, the computer screen was still bright, and the live broadcast room scrolled to play reminders.

"The cub skipped class"

"I also brought my classmates with me"

"Daughter-in-law, you have to criticize"

Yan Xuexiao turned off the screen and walked to the desk to check Shen Chi's homework. A pink letter fell from the exercise book.

The young man picked up the letter and finished reading it with no sense of anger. He lowered his eyes and sat quietly on the chair.