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"Oh, it looks like you already know. If I had known earlier, I would have just sent you my own ring." He smiled faintly, making people feel disgusted, "But I still can't bear to. This is real gold, while my brother's, it's just cheap goods bought at the hardware store."
"It's really you!" I bit my lip and glared at him fiercely.
"That guy is my twin brother, forty years old, still relying on me, not working, idling all day, often going out to gamble, and always making a mess that I have to clean up. My savings are almost gone because of helping him pay off various debts. He's a social scum, you know? If he dies, I, and our parents back home, will be much better off."
"So, you used me..."
"That's right. When I came to work that night, I brought that kid with me in the car, under the pretext of having an important discussion with him. I told him to find a place to stay and not let anyone on campus find out, and to wait for my call. Perhaps he felt guilty towards me, so he didn't refuse. After you fainted, not long after, the teaching building also turned off its lights. At that moment, I called him and told him to come to the classroom where you fainted.
"When he saw you lying on the ground, clearly shocked, I immediately stabbed him in the chest with a pen, preventing him from screaming."
Sure enough, the truth is exactly as I had just thought. I clenched my fist: "You're the one who ordered Zhang Liang to put the letter in my bag, right?"
But this time I guessed wrong. He shook his head with a slightly surprised expression: "I secretly put two of the letters into your bag while you were having dinner in the cafeteria in the evening when there was no one in the classroom. The reason I didn't deliver the letters to your home those two times was because I was near the school at the time, so I chose to deliver them nearby to avoid trouble. And the reason I decided to deliver the letter to your home just now was because I saw how happy you were today, so I wanted to make you even happier - see, I love you so much.
"As for the money - that unlucky guy just happened to pass by, and I asked him to help me get that bag of money - of course, I didn't tell him it was money inside - because I was afraid you might be hiding in the dark. In fact, I was right. When you went down to deal with his body, I went to your seat to find that bag, but inside it was just some old newspapers."
I was dumbfounded—so, Zhang Liang is completely innocent? So, when he looks at me like that, or walks past my seat, it's all just a coincidence?
"Why... why did you send the letter?" I lowered my eyes, the bangs lightly brushing against my eyelashes, making me feel itchy and uncomfortable. "If you hadn't sent the letter, then I wouldn't have known that you were still alive, and innocent people wouldn't have died... wouldn't that be better for everyone?"
"Hehe." He suddenly laughed—laughed in a very sinister way, sending shivers down my spine. "Once you get rid of me, this villain, you can live your life happily and carefree, right? I don't want to see that happen. It's too unfair to me, isn't it? I don't want that. I want to keep you entangled, to make you feel terror—desperate terror!"
He had a sinister face and was getting closer step by step. Suddenly, I felt so scared, turned around, and ran as fast as I could. But before I could take a few steps, he caught up with me. He grabbed my wrist and pushed me to the ground, violently tearing off my underwear... The intense pain in my lower body was excruciating. I bit my lip, tears already covering my entire face... "I will help you keep this a secret. From now on, every Saturday—no, every day, whenever I want—please." After saying these words in a pretentious manner, he walked away.
The intense pain has not subsided, and I lie on the ground, motionless like a dead body. My pants and underwear are scattered to the side, leaving me bare below and feeling a bit cold. At that moment, a brick catches my eye. Enduring the pain, I struggle to stand up, not bothering to put on my pants, and grab the brick before running up.
Turning the corner, the man's figure was just 30 meters ahead.
I tiptoed closer to him, raising the brick high.
Since you want to die so badly, then die again...
I buried his body in the same place. A small mound of earth, unexpectedly containing three bodies buried side by side. I'm sure this teaching building will be very gloomy in the future... But it doesn't matter, I won't be attending classes in this teaching building after moving up to the second year of high school next semester.
I picked up my pants and put them on, stuffing the broken underwear into my pocket, then I stepped away. I walked back to the place I had just targeted. There seemed to be a trace of blood still lingering there. At that moment, a flash of red caught my eye. I involuntarily looked in that direction. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks.
A surveillance camera quietly lurks in a corner of the wall, coldly staring at my position. The flashing red light is emitted by the surveillance probe. What's going on? When did a surveillance probe appear here? There definitely wasn't one before yesterday... Was it installed today? All strength drains from my body. I collapse to the ground, my head hanging weakly.
After a while, I heard a hurried footsteps—it sounded like the school security guard. I felt my hands being pulled behind my back, and tough ropes coiled around my wrists over and over. She tied them tightly, causing a sharp, burning pain in my wrists.
After a while, I heard the sound of police sirens getting closer. The campus began to get lively in the late night...
The next day, the police brought back a diary, said to be Zhang Liang's. I asked him to let me see it. He agreed.
I opened the last page of the diary, where he recorded his thoughts two days before his passing:
"April 17th, Wednesday, cloudy
I don't know what happened, but she looked very haggard today. Could it be that she's not feeling well? I'm very worried, and my eyes couldn't leave her all day. But I dare not ask her face to face, after all, I've never spoken to her before."
During the break, I didn't expect her to suddenly turn around. At that time, I was staring at her intently. I immediately lowered my head. But my heart was pounding like a drum. It's really embarrassing!
Sigh, I'm such a coward.
At night, while erasing the blackboard, I encouraged myself several times to gather the courage to say a few words to her - would it be weird to suddenly start a conversation with her? But I'm really worried about her. So, after erasing the blackboard, I walked towards her. However, when I actually reached her desk, I suddenly lost my courage, so I just walked past her and returned to my seat. Sigh, I'm really embarrassed for myself!
However, it is not without some gain - now I realize that her body has a faint, pleasant fragrance.
Thursday, April 18th, Cloudy
Today, she looks more haggard than yesterday. She has deep eye bags, obviously due to lack of sleep.
She seems to be afraid of something.
Afraid of what?
I really want to become a reliable man, to be by her side, hold her, and comfort her...
However, that's impossible. Because no matter how I look at it, the one she's afraid of is me - because I noticed that she's been secretly staring at me with a terrifying look all day, a look that makes me feel scared. Could it be because I look like a pervert? My introverted personality fits the image of a perverted serial killer written in suspense novels? After erasing the blackboard, I walked past her again, wanting to smell the fragrance on her. But when I passed by, I saw her suddenly become very nervous, very alert, and immediately grabbed her backpack...
Seeing this scene, my mood suddenly plummeted to the bottom, feeling very aggrieved and very inferior.
It seems that it was the right decision not to act like a toad lusting after a swan and confess to her in the first place...
I don't know why, but suddenly I felt my nose itching, so itchy that my vision became blurry. I collapsed on the table in the interrogation room, crying uncontrollably...
(End)
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