Ai Liang left Xia Qinian, and saw that he hadn't followed up and gradually slowed down and walked into a living supermarket. A billboard for the third anniversary of the opening of the supermarket was erected outside the supermarket.

　　He came here naturally not to buy things, but to see the murderer's deity.

　　Yue Qihua is right. You cannot directly determine a person as a murderer without evidence, but Ai Liang does.

　　 He saw the murderer's appearance through Yue Qihua's brain, and there is no more conclusive evidence than the victim himself.

　　 That Wang Zi is the real murderer.

　　 The moment Ai Liang saw Wang Zi in the morning, he noted his brain waves and biological signals, and kept watching him secretly.

　　 After school holidays, he returned home and locked himself in the room.

　　 That's right, Wang Zi lives in the Jinyang community opposite.

　　 Ai Liang took a bottle of mineral water from the freezer, and after paying the money, he sat on a bench near the exit of the supermarket and swiped his phone, pretending to be a passerby in the supermarket to enjoy the cool.

　　 On the surface, he is looking at the phone, but in fact Ai Liang's consciousness has been placed on Wang Zi in the community building.

　　 咚, 咚, 咚.

　　 Wang Zi sat on the edge of the desk, his heartbeat echoed through his chest in his ears.

　　 He stared at the cotton gloves and mobile phone on the table, twisting his body uncomfortably.

　　 He spent the whole morning fighting between heaven and man.

　　 I want to destroy the evidence and worry about the crime.

　　 I want to voluntarily surrender, but I think of the eyes of classmates, parents, neighbours looking at him, and the murderer label that will be fixed on his body in the future.

　　 His courage to surrender here was exhausted when he walked to the living room, and he didn't even leave the house.

　　 "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

　　 Wang Zi clenched his fists and nailed his nails into the flesh without even noticing it.

　　 "What to do! What to do! Even if the people in the class don't know the relationship between me and Gao Jiajia, sooner or later the police will find me through the chat log! I look like this now...ahhhh!"

　　 Wang Zi slammed his fist against the tabletop and made a loud bang, alleviating his inner anxiety through pain.

　　 Since Ai Liang had judged that Gao Jiajia had died in the morning, Wang Zi began to panic.

　　 Wang Zi kept comforting himself: "It's okay, it's okay, I use the rope in the broken house with glasses. If I want to doubt it, I also doubt him. As long as I destroy these gloves, there is no evidence to prove that I am the murderer!"

　　Wang Zi constantly hypnotized himself, magnifying the fluke in his heart, but the fear of being arrested by the police has been hanging in his heart like a cloud.

　　 The intense anxiety and rapid heartbeat have made him retching from morning till now, and he can't relax himself no matter what method he uses.

　　 Finally, he gave up the idea of ​​surrendering himself and looked at the gloves on the table with a crazy face.

　　 "By the way! There are novels! Can't stay!"

　　Wang Zi pulled out a stack of A4 paper from the drawer with trembling hands, picked up the pair of white cotton gloves and ran to the living room, took a lighter his father usually smokes from the living room shelf and went into the bathroom.

　　 Wang Zi used a lighter to light the paper and flushed the paper dust into the sewer with the toilet.

　　 Accompanied by the sound of splashing water, his heart slowly calmed down strangely, which made him more determined to destroy the evidence.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

　　 No matter how Wang Zi touched the water button, the water tank did not refill.

　　 Wang Zi turned on the faucet roughly, but there was still no water. Anxiety rushed to Wang Zi's heart again, and his breathing began to become rapid, wheezing and gasping like a bull with lung disease.

　　 Wang Zi ran out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen. There was no water at the faucet. When he turned on the water purifier, there was still no water.

　　 "Huha, huha, huha."

　　 Wang Zi stood in the living room blankly, his eyes were bloodshot, his eyeballs almost popped out of his sockets.

　　 The infestation of fear was like a broken bamboo. His heart beat violently again, and his heart began to restlessly again. He wanted to scream hard, but was worried about attracting the attention of neighbors.

　　 This kind of depressive atmosphere made his mood more and more collapsed, as if a group of hideous rats were biting and gnawing at his mind.

　　 He squeezed the lighter and slammed to the floor, his feet trampled on it frantically.

　　 At this time, he blushed, his eyes split, and the saliva and saliva at the corner of his mouth were shaking unscrupulously until an impatient roar from downstairs brought his spirit back to reality.

　　Wang Zi stopped, and he stepped on the metal cover of the lighter under his feet, but fortunately the lighter was still usable.

　　 His heartbeat began to calm down, as if the anxiety just vented and all his fears were vented out, and his heart was extremely peaceful.

　　 Back to the bathroom, he pressed the lighter to light the remaining paper, and smiled at the corner of his mouth looking at the burning A4 paper, but he stopped when the last few sheets were left.

　　 These few pages are only about the future life of the male lead, which has little to do with the previous ones. In the end, he folded these pages and planned to keep them as a memorial.

　　 At this moment there was a knock on the door, and his hand shivered and the spark fell on the slippers.

　　 hurriedly extinguished the fire star with the remaining water in the nozzle tube, he tiptoedly walked to the living room and followed the cat's eye to look out the door.

　　 Outside the door is not a policeman but a middle-aged man in a vest. Wang Zi recognizes him. He is the resident downstairs.

"Is there a problem?"

　　 Wang Zi opened a door and poked his head out.

　　 "What are you doing in your house? Puff, puff, puff! It's annoying on a hot day!"

　　 The middle-aged man stared at him with an unkind complexion, and his tone was full of impatience. He shrugged his nose: "How come there is still a smelly smell?"

　　 "Excuse me, a cockroach appeared in the house just now busy beating the cockroach, and the movement is a bit big."

　　 Wang Zi reluctantly pulled out an apologetic smile, but a murderous intent rose in his heart.

　　 This murderous intent was even startled by himself, and he bit his tongue quickly to disperse it.

　　 "Hit cockroaches? Hit people are not as impressed as you! Next time remember to pay attention, or I will go to the property to complain about your home!"

　　 The middle-aged man went upstairs to warn him only because the weather was too hot for a while, and he didn't bother to continue pestering him when he saw his attitude.

　　 "Sorry, there won't be another time."

　　 Wang Zi watched the leaving middle-aged man slammed the door, and slowly sat down on the ground with his back against the security door. The back of his shirt was already wet with cold sweat.

　　 After sitting on the ground for a while, Wang Zi returned to the bathroom after his legs regained consciousness.

　　 The paper was processed but the gloves were not there yet. Two gloves fell on the floor and were wet with water. He tore a garbage bag and put the gloves in.

　　 The surveillance everywhere during the day will definitely leave traces. He plans to go out at night to dispose of the gloves.

　　 Little did he know that all his actions and thoughts were seen by Ai Liang.

　　 a few hundred meters away.

　　 Ai Liang sitting on the chair is a little puzzled. How did Wang Zi think of wearing gloves to commit crimes and spectacles?

　　 According to the psychological activity just now, he is more likely to kill impulsively.

　　 Ai Liang, who didn't want to understand, decided to spy on Wang Zi's memory. He worried that everything Wang Zi did was instigated by some people.

　　 The outcome of the matter was unexpected.

　　 These techniques are all learned from the A4 paper he just burned, and there is a novel printed on that stack of A4 paper.

　　 The character of the owner of the story is very similar to that of Wang Zi. There are no friends in the character who are alone in the class. Because the mother is a teacher, the requirements for learning are very strict, even to a depressive level.

　　 Father accidentally made a fortune and started a small business. This is simply Wang Zi's life biography.

This group mainly tells the story of the protagonist’s junior high school life: the protagonist was an unremarkable member of the class. An accidental hero saved the United States and met Banhua. After an incident, the relationship between the two quickly heated up, and this relationship was not in the class. Announced that they are all strangers on the surface, but they occasionally go out together on weekends.

　　 Whenever the people around him praise Banhua, the protagonist will secretly laugh, and feel proud that he is the closest person to her.

　　 This kind of relationship has lasted for nearly two years. Just when the protagonist planned to confess to Banhua during the graduation season, he heard a shocking news that Banhua planned to confess to a boy in the next class.

　　 The unacceptable protagonist asked Ban Hua to ask if the rumors were true, and she answered in the affirmative.

　　 It turns out that she didn't treat the protagonist as a love object from beginning to end, which made the protagonist feel betrayed.

　　 He tolerated Banhua playing with other boys, and tolerated her being ambiguous, because he knew that he was the closest to her, but all this was just the delusion of adolescents. The reality is cruel.

　　The protagonist used a note to make an appointment with Banhua one night, and then strangled to death the scavengers who came to the school to collect the waste and escaped the legal sanction.

　　 The story has no ending. When the scavenger is sentenced, the story ends when the protagonist starts a new life. Perhaps the author hasn’t finished writing yet.

　　 This series of novels was discovered by Wang Zi on the stone table in the community for two years. Because the author's pen is too deep, the plot rendering is very good and the similarity between him and the protagonist, he has not been willing to throw it away.

　　 And he also rescued the harassed Gao Jiajia from a tattered old man after reading the novel.

　　 At that time, Wang Zi even regarded this stack of A4 paper as a golden finger in online novels, not only wrapped it in a cover, but also named it a book of prophecy, and frantically searched for the rest of the story.

　　 Later, Wang Zi gradually matured in mind and gradually calmed down when he reached the third grade of junior high school.

　　 Like the protagonist in the book, he enjoys sharing the secret with Gao Jiajia, and firmly believes that he will not repeat the same mistakes as the protagonist.

　　Because the red rope tied to his left hand was a gift from Gao Jiajia, he didn't take it off when it was fluffy. He is different from the dog-licking protagonist.

　　 People’s arrogance can make people confused about themselves, in fact, he is no different from the protagonist.

　　Wang Zi recalled the plot in the novel, recalled the protagonist’s sincere emotions and set himself on him, recalled the bit by bit he and Gao Jiajia had experienced, jealousy and anger dazzled his head.

　　 He disguised Gao Jiajia as suicide according to the method introduced in the novel. Even if he found that he was not a suicide, he could put the charges on the lens of his glasses.

　　 It is with these two kinds of insurance that he can safely and boldly do such a frenzied thing.

　　 Now only need to destroy the gloves used when committing the crime, there is no more evidence to prove that he killed Gao Jiajia.

　　 Ai Liang, who knew from his memory, was unable to speak for a long time, and it took him a long time to take a sip of water and let out a long sigh of relief.

　　 Ai Liang bowed his waist and stared blankly at the people coming and going in the supermarket, quietly waiting for the night to come.

　　......

　　 I don’t know how long it took.

　　 Ai Liang was in a daze when he was seen by students from the same school who came to the supermarket to buy things. He was more or less a celebrity in the school, or a well-known one.

　　 The first age has always been Ai Liang since he came to this school. Every school conference will be named and praised, and everyone is urged to learn from him.

　　 often speaks as a student representative, with that handsome face, it is difficult not to be famous.

　　 The classmate saw Ai Liang's dazed appearance and thought he was emotionally injured because of Gao Jiajia's affairs, and bought a pack of marshmallows in the supermarket to show him better.

　　 Although Ai Liang didn't know the strange female classmate who stared at him, he still said thank you.

　　 Seeing that Ai Liang didn't do anything else, the student curled his lips and left.

　　 Wang Zi didn't plan to go out during the day, and Ai Liang didn't intend to leave either, so he sat there until dark.

　　 At night, there are more people in the supermarket.

　　 Ai Liang didn't wait for Wang Zi to go out, but ran into that classmate in the afternoon.

　　 "Are you still here, haven't you been home after sitting all afternoon?"

　　 The female classmate did not leave directly this time, but sat down next to Ai Liang.

　　 I would like to ask everyone in the audience, if one day you found that the beautiful lady in the class was sad (passer-by's perspective) sitting on the bench without moving for an entire afternoon when you were a student.

　　 When she sees you and you see her, will you leave without seeing her?

　　 This is a godsend, this classmate was going to try again, and she started talking to Ai Liang.

"Something wrong?"

　　 Ai Liang turned his head to look at her expressionlessly.

　　 He must be holding back not to cry!

　　 The girl looked at Ai Liang's unhappy or sad expression and felt sorry for him: "It's nothing, it's just that you have been sitting here all afternoon and want to talk to you...Is it because of Gao Jiajia?"

　　 "Excuse me, are you?"

　　 Ai Liang looked at her suspiciously, who the **** is this person?

　　 I don't want to admit it, and it looks so handsome to suffer the pain alone.

The girl couldn't help showing a smirk, but she quickly reacted and coughed lightly with a deep face: "Ahem, it doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that Gao Jiajia doesn't want you to be depressed like this, right? Let go of the unbearable past. Starting a new life is the greatest memory of the dead."

　　 After speaking, she looked up at the ceiling of the supermarket.

　　 Is this person a brain pit?

　　Rao is Ai Liang now that the emotions are invisible and he can't help twitching the corners of his mouth. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 The girl's eyes were almost blinded by the flashing of the supermarket lights and she did not hear Ai Liang's answer. As a last resort, she could only quietly observe Ai Liang's reaction with the corner of her eye.

　　 I made a mistake! I can't see anything now!

　　 After staring at the light bulb for so long, there are dark shadows wherever he looks.

　　 "Oh, you have to cheer up anyway!"

　　 She patted Ai Liang's direction based on her feelings, but fortunately she caught Ai Liang's shoulder: "It's too early, go home!"

　　 After finishing talking, this little spirit girl turned around and walked towards the supermarket exit, and then hit the glass door with her forehead.

　　 "It hurts, it hurts..."

　　 She didn't care about her temperament and ran away. She fell at the door and lay on the ground for about two seconds. She suddenly got up and sprinted and disappeared into the sight of passers-by.

　　‘The encounters in the TV series are indeed deceptive! ’

　　 "Where is this funny..." Ai Liang looked at her disappearing direction silently.

　　 According to the plan, she perfectly left a deep reflection in Ai Liang's heart, but unfortunately it was all negative.

　　 The night darkened gradually, and the people who came out for a walk also went home to wash and sleep. The supermarket was about to close. Ai Liang found a bench in the nearby garden to sit down and wait for Wang Zi to leave.

　　 Anyway, his parents seldom go home, and would never find that he is not coming home at night. Even if they find it, they probably won't care. In their minds, Ai Liang is no better.

　　 The lights of the residents in the community are all off. This is not the city center, and there are no entertainment venues nearby so there are few pedestrians. Only patrolling police will occasionally pass by.

　　 Ai Liang threw away the mineral water bottle and stood up-Wang Zi is about to go out.