The old Taoist glanced at me and asked me what to do. I motioned him with my eyes to knock on the door.
The old man walked to the door, raised his hand and started to smash the door.
"Who is it?" Someone inside shouted, then footsteps sounded, the door opened with a creak, and a student wearing shorts stood at the door.
He looked at me and the old man with sleepy eyes, and asked with some confusion: "Teacher, you are doing ward rounds so late."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned because he had discovered that Lao Dao and I were not the dormitory teachers at all, but two strangers that he had never met before.
"Police, here to investigate the case." Lao Dao took out his wallet, flashed it at the student, and took it back before he could see clearly.
Now I am completely convinced by the old guy. This guy is indeed quite capable in making his way around the world. The action he just performed was very much like the policemen in police movies who come out to handle cases.
Obviously, the student was frightened by him. Although he didn't see clearly whether it was a police officer's ID card, he still stood up straight and asked with some fear: "Uncle police officer, what do you...do you want?"
"I heard that you are dead, and we are here to investigate." The old man cleared his throat and said.
"What, someone is dead?" The student's eyes widened with disbelief on his face. Several exclamations came from the room. It was obvious that other students were also shocked by the news.
"Haven't you heard?" the old Taoist asked a little strangely.
Not to mention being an experienced person, even I find it a bit strange. Wang Yuhang is clearly dead, but why do these students seem to be fine?
"Yes, the deceased person's name was Wang Yuhang. Did he live in the same dormitory as you?" asked the old Taoist.
Hearing his words, the student's eyes widened and asked: "Uncle policeman, are you kidding me? Wang Yuhang was sleeping peacefully, how could he be dead?"
After hearing his words, I couldn't help it anymore and walked in directly.
All the students in the room woke up and looked at me and Lao Dao nervously. Only the upper bunk on the left side by the window was silent, as if the people there were still sleeping with their heads covered.
"That's Wang Yuhang. He's still sleeping. I'm going to wake him up." The boy said and was about to go over.
"Wang Yuhang, wake up quickly, someone is looking for you, police!" the boy shouted to the sleeping man.
After a while, the quilt was lifted, and a boy sat up and looked at Huang Hu and me with a sleepy face.
Seeing the boy, the old man gulped and blinked in disbelief, because this boy was exactly the one we saw in the shop just now.
I walked over and grabbed his arm.
He didn't dodge, he just glanced at me dimly, his reaction seemed a little slow.
I lifted up the sleeve of his pajamas, shined a flashlight on it, took a breath of cold air, and quickly turned off the flashlight.
"It's okay, you continue to sleep." I said and walked out with Lao Dao, closing the door.
"What's going on, boss? Is he dead?" The old man at the door asked a little strangely.
"Dead." I nodded.
When I got close to Wang Yuhang just now, I smelled a faint corpse smell on his body, which is a smell that only exists on the dead.
And when I opened his sleeves, I could clearly see that his arms were covered with blue spots the size of fingernails. They were corpse spots, and they were only found on dead people.
Death is not terrible, what is truly terrible is being forgotten.
Wang Yuhang is dead, and he has probably been dead for some time, but the sad thing is that his classmates, teachers, and even himself did not realize that he was dead.
He is like a forgotten person, and this kind of forgetfulness is actually more terrifying than death.
Through chatting in the shop, I already knew that Wang Yuhang was a very introverted child. His usual hobby was just reading novels and he rarely communicated with teachers and classmates.
"Boss, he is dead, what should we do next?" the old man asked me.
I frowned. This is a problem. Wang Yuhang has been dead for a long time, but his soul is incomplete, which means that his death was not normal, but I am not sure how he died.
As for the dream he mentioned, I also have some doubts. Maybe it is not a dream, but there is another ghost in this school, a ghost who likes to wear brown leather shoes.
"Let's go down and ask first." I said and walked down.
That Wang Yuhang is dead, but his soul has not left, so he cannot be transcended into the underworld. Moreover, we cannot tell him that he is dead now, otherwise he will immediately lose his soul, so what needs to be figured out most now is how he died.
, what happened in this school.
Lao Dao and I walked to the first floor. Lao Dao deliberately made the sound of his footsteps a little louder, almost as if he was kicking the ground.
This time, we finally caught the attention of the dormitory guards. A young man with a crew cut saw us, opened the door and yelled at us: "What do you do!"
Lao Dao and I walked into the dormitory manager's office calmly. Lao Dao bent down and took out a cigarette and handed it to me, and then lit it for me.
"I want to ask you something. I hope you will answer me truthfully. Has anyone died here recently?" I exhaled a puff of smoke and said to them.
Several dormitory teachers were confused when they looked at us. They looked at each other, and the boy with the crew cut asked carefully: "Are you the police?"
"No." I shook my head.
"Fuck, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf? This is a school, get out of here!" Upon hearing my words, the little boy suddenly became angry and yelled at me in annoyance.
As he spoke, he came over and stretched out his hand to push me out.
I smiled faintly and sighed. Only after I became the villain did I realize that ghosts are actually much easier to deal with than humans.
As soon as I thought about it, my nails suddenly grew out, and my fingers moved slightly and lightly pricked the little boy's arm.
He suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning and knelt down with a thud.
