Chapter 15 The Soul Can't Return

Cut throats, shredded corpses, I sighed, so cruel.

"And then." I asked.

"In the end, that boy also committed suicide." Su Mi sighed, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, but she was not smiling but lonely, "I heard that the boy seems to be very good, and he has been approved for research. I heard senior sister say that he It seems to be called, Wen Yiming. After that, the students didn't dare to live there. The school originally planned to change to a new dormitory, and the old dormitory building was abandoned. I heard that the school planned to demolish the dormitory building and rebuild it, but It seems that every time the ground is broken, someone will have an accident, and the workers will not dare to go, so it is put on hold.”

Wen Yiming, I repeated Su Mi's words.

"Xiao Liu, don't go." Su Mi held my hand and instructed again and again.

"Yeah." I nodded, I thought about getting up, "I'll go out."

"Where?" Su Mi frowned. I looked back and smiled at her, reassuring her that I would not go to the old dormitory, not now. I have to find someone to understand the situation back then. With my current ability, I don’t want to pester evil spirits. I have to be prepared.

I got out of the dormitory and looked to the southeast. The abandoned dormitory building seemed to give me a gloomy feeling. What the hell is this old bastard in the territory. If it wasn't for the ghost baby, I wouldn't care about him.

I quickly stood at the door of the principal's office, and after a few words in my head, I knocked on the door. Dong Shoufang's voice came from inside, and I pushed open the door and walked in.

"Principal." I smiled, and before I finished speaking, I saw two people sitting on the sofa in the reception room. My heart trembled and I became disciplined, "Principal Dong."

"Xiao Liu, sit down first." The principal gave me a wink, I nodded and sat down on the sofa beside me. I looked at the two people secretly, a man and a woman, looking in their fifties, dressed in plain clothes, very kind, with sentimental eyebrows, like parents of students.

"Principal, thank you very much, you are busy first, we will not disturb." The man said calmly, looking at the principal gratefully, and the woman followed, her eyes were red, as if she had just cried. I thought to myself and frowned.

Principal Dong also stood up and escorted them out in person. The two of them smiled politely at me when they saw me sitting beside me. I was stunned and nodded. The principal closed the door and sighed, then smiled when he saw me, "Why did you come here?"

Judging from his appearance, he didn't know what happened to me these days. It must be that Zhuyan didn't tell them. I was secretly happy, and I didn't want them to worry about me.

"Who are they?" I walked up and sat where the two of them sat just now, smiling at the principal who was pouring water for me.

"Student's parents." Dong Shoufang said lightly, and took out a delicate snack box from the cupboard, "In the past few days, sweet-scented osmanthus flowers have bloomed in the yard, and Aunt Xu will make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes for you. I'm too busy today to call you over. It happened that you came over by yourself. Aunt Xu said that you have a good taste, which I think is true." He put the box in front of him.

Aunt Xu is the nanny of the principal's family, but she is more like a mother. I usually call her Grandma Xu, she is a very kind and gentle old man. The principal was never married and had no children. Granny Xu took care of his life.

"Thank you." As I opened it, I was grateful. In the box were neatly arranged sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, which were exquisite and beautiful. I was satisfied. "What are they here for?" I took a bite of a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and stared at Dong Shoufang.

"Oh, there's something wrong." The headmaster kept it secret.

"Don't worry, I will keep it a secret." I said immediately, I was a little curious.

Whether it is to people, to ghosts, or to people like me, untimely curiosity is deadly. But I have nothing to fear, I will not die for a while.

"Why are you asking this?" The principal smiled. Seeing that he didn't intend to tell me, he directly changed the subject, "What's the matter with you coming to me? How are you getting along with Zhuyan? A lot of things have happened at school recently. , Candle Yan, the psychological counselor, is very important."

"Very good, I like him very much." I stared and smiled, from the bottom of my heart.

As soon as I finished speaking, the principal smiled and looked at me meaningfully, "We Xiaoliu have also reached the age of falling in love."

"Yeah." I don't really understand, I like what candle flame has to do with falling in love, but I don't want to waste time investigating this matter, I'm here for another purpose, "I'm looking for you to ask about news A sounding thing."

"Wen Yiming!" The principal was still smiling, but the smile disappeared when he heard the name, replaced by regret, helplessness, and many other emotions mixed in, in short, the whole person seemed to be covered with a feeling of loneliness .

I frowned, put down the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in my hand and stared at the principal, "What's the matter with you?"

"What did you ask him? Is there any rumor in the school?" The principal didn't answer me, but asked me two questions. I thought for a while and nodded. Dong Shoufang frowned, "It's been seven years, and this matter is still not over."

The more the principal kept silent, the more curious I became, "Principal, what's going on?" I saw the principal's reaction, Wen Yiming killed someone, but he didn't seem to hate him at all and didn't take him as a murderer Demon, more regretful.

Seeing my questioning, he pondered for a while without deceiving me, "The two just now were Wen Yiming's parents, today is Wen Yiming's memorial day, seven years ago today, after he killed a total of seven people in his dormitory and the dormitory next door. He committed suicide." The principal said in a low voice, "Including Wen Yiming, eight lives were lost."

"What are his parents doing?" I asked cautiously, thinking to myself.

"They want to burn some paper." The principal said lightly and sighed, "His parents said that Wen Yiming's soul is still there, and they have no choice but to come here. I don't care whether these are true or false, and they are all It's their parents' love for their children that promises them. They come every year."

That's right, I said in a low voice, with a heavy heart. Wen Yiming killed someone, and his sins are deep. If no one sends him away, he will never be redeemed, and I am afraid that he will be bound there forever. Constantly repeating the scenes of killing and committing suicide by himself, and being tortured. Just like Bai Xue, I suddenly remembered that Bai Xue I saw on the bus today, and she was also bound there, waiting endlessly.

"Why did he kill?" I thought about it for a long time, and finally I asked. It's good to know more and be prepared. The principal shook his head and said that he didn't know either. The police didn't find out Wen Yiming's motive for murdering, and no one knows until today.

It seems that I have to ask Wen Yiming myself.

"By the way 1;148471591054062, I heard that you have been skipping classes for the past two days, what's the matter with you?" Dong Shoufang suddenly changed his face and said seriously, "I know you are smarter than your teacher, and your grandfather knows better than my teacher. There are more, but you can’t skip classes all the time.”

Human beings, there is always a problem, there are many old sayings, I secretly sigh. Without waiting for him to say more, I held the heart box, bowed to him first, turned around and left, listening to the headmaster sigh behind me.

I shrugged and smiled embarrassedly. Human classes are so boring, and besides, I have so many things to deal with, and I don’t have time for class at all. You can’t blame me for that. Whoever told you humans to die is not honest. While muttering, I dodged into the elevator.

When I got downstairs and walked out of the hall, I saw Wen Yiming's parents walking towards the old dormitory building. They walked very slowly and walked heavily. I took a breath, hesitated for a while and followed, and took a few steps to catch up with them.

There are few people walking on this road, there are weeds on the side of the road, and the more you walk, the more desolate you are. Wen Yiming's parents noticed me following behind them. Wen's father looked at me and looked at his wife with some doubts, and Wen's mother was a little puzzled, "Are you the little girl just now?"

"Well, hello." I nodded, winked, and hugged my snack box tightly.

The parents of Wen's family looked at each other, and Father Wen asked tentatively, "Where are you going? Wherever you go, there will be no one there, are you going wrong?" Father Wen reminded kindly.

"That's right. Wen Yiming's memorial day today, I'll come and see him." I smiled. As soon as I finished speaking, I saw Wen Yiming's parents looking surprised. Seeing that they didn't seem to believe it, I was stunned and gritted my teeth to endure the pain. Fie Ai shook the snack box in his hand, "I brought some sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"Osmanthus cake!" When I mentioned the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Mother Wen burst into tears, and Father Wen put his arms around her and patted her on the shoulder gently, "I didn't expect that someone would still be thinking about Yiming, he hurt people and went wrong. Way to go." Mother Wen whimpered, crying very sadly.

My heart is heavy, and I don't know what to say. Wen Yiming did commit a big sin, and I took a breath in silence, "Does he like sweet-scented osmanthus cakes?" I changed the subject a bit stiffly, but I didn't want to see Wen's mother crying in front of me, I couldn't stand human tears , the heart will be sour.

"Well." Mother Wen wiped away her tears, "he didn't like it before, but suddenly he liked it very much, and often asked me to make it for him, and later learned to make it myself. After Yiming left, the osmanthus tree in our house withered and died. I've never made sweet-scented osmanthus cakes." Mother Wen said that her son's eyes were filled with joy, but this joy was soon replaced by pain.

If Wen Yiming can't be redeemed, his parents will always be in hell. "Let's go." I said with a smile, Wen's parents nodded and looked at me with gratitude in their eyes. I was holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and felt a little heavy. Forget it, just invite him to eat.

When walked into the old dormitory, saw that it was dilapidated. There were so many grievances here, and it must have been a lot of trouble. Wen's parents didn't go in, and the school only allowed them to burn paper outside. The dormitory door was locked, and the lock was rusted and mottled with rust.

Wen's parents burst into tears and cried sadly. Wen's mother took out the prepared offerings. Seeing this, I struggled for a while and put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in it.

"Yi Ming, Mom and Dad are here to see you." Mother Wen's voice was hoarse and she couldn't cry. It seems that no matter how many years there are, the pain is a lot. "Mom and Dad can't send you away and let you suffer here. I'm sorry."

Wen's father burned the paper in silence, his eyes were tired and sentimental, I think they had been very miserable these years. I slowly raised my head and looked upstairs, when suddenly a dark shadow flashed across the balcony on the fourth floor, so fast that I could see nothing in the blink of an eye.

Is he really here? I raised my mind, frowning tightly.

"What are you looking at?" Father Wen stared at me, with his eyes full of pain and tangle, I vaguely felt that there was still a trace of expectation in his eyes, he probably wanted me to see his son.