Otherworldly Merchant

Li Mazitong caught fire and slapped the table suddenly: “What do you mean? ”

Zisu pushed his glasses and said: "There are so many liars now, we have to prevent them. Besides, I'm a poor student, posting online for help. If you come for money, you may be disappointed...”

“What?” said Li Mazi, biting his teeth. "Little classmate, you're playing with monkeys. If you don't have the money, how can you ask for help? You think the two of us are free to work as Lei Feng. ”

He sounded so loud that guests in the cafe looked at him.

I gently pulled down Li Mazi's clothes: “Pay attention to the impact. ”

Li Mazi shouted: “What are you looking at? Never seen a handsome guy. ”

When he finished, he put down his coffee cup: "Zhang Jia Xiao, what are you still standing there for? Checkout's gone, hurry up, don't delay here. ”

Zisu's eyes flashed with disappointment. He looked at me in a mundane fashion and didn't dare say anything.

I smiled slightly at Li Mazi: "Li Mazi, have you contacted me about this? ”

Li Mazi nodded. “Yes. ”

“Did you order that place?” I went on to ask.

Li Mazi mumbled: “But..."

“Then cut the crap and get to work.” I waved my hand and said.

“Brother Zhang Jia.” Li Mazi came and looked at me incredibly: "When do we stop collecting money for our work? It would be embarrassing to pass into the circle. ”

I whispered, “If you don't say I won't, who knows? Besides, this has really sparked my interest, why don't we go back and play mahjong with Senior Mouse? ”

“Let's get to work.” Li Mazi said with a blank face.

It seems that playing mahjong with Mouse Senior has created a strong psychological shadow for Li Mahzi.

Li Mazi sat back in his chair, not too politely saying: “Little classmate, today is your lucky day, catching up with our Poverty Alleviation Day, this time you won't be charged. But don't take us too long. Say something and fart. ”

Li Mazi's frightening expression shook Zisu again for a moment.

I looked at him funny and asked softly, "Have you been posting online for a while? ”

Zisu nodded, which is the default.

“Anybody take care of you? ”

Zisu shook his head.

I laughed and said, "Isn't that enough? Nobody cared about you after you posted, just the two of us. Why don't you just let us know why we're here? Maybe we can help? ”

Zisu thought about it for a while, and then he said, "Well, I'm a junior at Wuhan University. I can't really say my real name. Just call me Zisu. Li Xiaoling, a girl who had committed suicide before, was a classmate of mine. She was relatively introverted and not very good at interpersonal relationships. Many people only knew that this student existed after she committed suicide. ”

“Because we worked together on a topic before, we had a bit of a relationship...”

Li Mazi impatiently tapped the table gently with his fingers: "Speak the point! ”

Purple Sue blushed and said somewhat embarrassingly: “Of course, we're just normal classmates, and that's all I care about her. She committed suicide on the seventh of last month, hanging herself in her bedroom with black stockings...”

“Wait.” I suddenly planned Zisu's words: “Isn't it night that Li Xiaoling died? How could there be no one in the bedroom then? Why didn't anybody stop her from killing herself. ”

“Oh, you probably didn't notice, last month's seventh was Saturday.” Zisu Wendy laughed: “On the seventh day, just as they had a sister's birthday in their bedroom, they asked everyone to eat and sing together. Of course, Li Xiaoling was not invited. Because Li Xiaoling's bedroom relationship is poor, she also likes to be alone at school. By the time they returned at noon the following day, Li Xiaoling had..."

When Zisu said this, he lowered his head with some regret.

“How many people live in every bedroom at Wuhan University?” I asked.

Zisu replied without false thought: "Six people. ”

And I thought about it, and I said, "Well, did they have their lips stitched up in the bedroom? ”

“Of course,” Zisu said. "After Li Xiaoling died, there were five people left in the bedroom, four of whom were stitched lips. Moreover, the first victim of the lip stitching incident at Wuhan University was a man named Tang Shuang Shuang in their bedroom, this Tang Shuang..."

Li Mazi was impatient for a moment: "I said why are you so nagging? Speak the point!”

Zisu exclaimed with embarrassment: "I'm talking about the point now. ”

Li Mazi glanced at him reluctantly and said to me: “This cafe is so airy, I can't breathe. ”

I nodded with a grin.

Li Mazi stood up and quickly stepped out of the cafeteria.

Sending away the god of plague, Zisu obviously got a little bolder: “Where was I? ”

“Tang Shuang Shuang. ”

“Oh, yeah.” Zisu punches his head: “This Tang double is just a mobile gossip machine, especially like to make rumors! Some classmates simply kissed each other in the classroom, and she turned into a gorgeous photographer. At first, people thought she was interesting. They liked to get around her. After all, she was a young man, and she was curious about her bones. Later, however, it was discovered that Tang Shuangsan was particularly inappropriate. She seemed to enjoy the feeling that everyone was surrounded by her as an audience. In order to have this feeling all the time, she began to fabricate rumors. I don't know how many people were affected under her lips. Later, everyone respected her a little further. ”

Speaking of which, Zisu suddenly came together: “After the accident, many classmates said... Tang Shuangshuang and others like him were just stitched in the mouth. Maybe someone who had been maliciously injured by her was looking for revenge. Instead of just one thing, there was a big sense of happiness, and then the second and third lip stitching happened, and everyone started to get scared. ”

I looked at Zisu with some curiosity: "Then why did you associate the lip stitching incident with Li Xiaoling's suicide? ”

Listen to me, Zisu's face changed dramatically, some nervously looked around the next four weeks, and after making sure there were no outsiders, this whispered to me: "Because Li Xiaoling was wearing a red dress before he died! Didn't the internet say that? People who commit suicide in red become ghosts when they die. ”

“She's wearing a red dress? How do you know that?” I frowned and my tone became more serious.

Zisu is right, the dead can't wear red clothes, if it contains hate suicide, plus red clothes, the resentment will be amplified countless times, there is a great chance to become a powerful ghost.

That would be tricky.

“Everyone at school knows that.” Zisu didn't think it was a great secret: “Li Xiaoling had dressed up before she died, changed a new red dress, and wore light makeup and jewelry. She was probably desperate to die, but she could not hang herself, and cut her pulse... When her roommate found the body, she bled to the ground, and the body swayed on the electric fan like a wind chime, reportedly scaring two timid girls on the spot. ”

“Then why did she kill herself?” I asked somewhat puzzlingly: "Even if it's flawed in character, it's not a reason to look for death. Not to hang and cut pulses again? ”

Zisu said somewhat embarrassingly: “I don't know about that either. Anything at all. Um... actually, before Li Xiaoling killed herself, she was like air and had no presence at all. If it wasn't for suicide, a lot of people didn't know there was such a person in our school. After she died, some people said she was depressed, others said she was abandoned by her boyfriend, others said she was in conflict with the family... all kinds of things, more blood than the plot of the TV show. ”

“If the campus is already on fire, why isn't the news coming out at all?” I asked.

Zisu put his mouth to rest and some cynicism said, "Aren't we pressing it in our school? After the incident, the school leader held a special meeting, only that it would cause social panic and affect next year's enrollment, so the relationship was particularly facilitated, and the television and newspaper road was taken. The journalist below naturally pretended not to see the first sentence. I've sent that post six or seven times, and it's all been deleted. ”

“So what do students who are stitched lips do now?” I asked.

“They were sent to the school doctor for rest, and some of the injuries, like Tang Shuangshuang's, were hospitalized. In order to reassure the affected students, the school leaders specifically promised to apply for scholarships for them. ”

Purple Sue's face bore a certain amount of young man's peculiar cynicism. He sipped a few large bites of chilled lemonade and took a good look at me: “Well... what do you think of this? ”

And I smiled, “It's really weird. ”

Without getting the answer you wanted, Zisu was obviously somewhat dissatisfied: “Do you think the lip stitching incident had anything to do with Li Xiaoling's suicide? ”

“Not sure.”

Zisu's eyes became more suspicious: “Are you really tall? You're not a TV reporter, are you? ”

And after that, he looked up and down at the table a little nervously: "Where is the hidden camera? ”

Do kids have paranoia these days?

I kicked him gently and said, "Be honest, don't be ridiculous. Tell me, is Li Xiaoling's bedroom roommate still in school? ”

“Looks like there's another one called Zhuangning.” Zisu thought about it seriously: “She was the only girl in the bedroom who didn't get her lips sewn. Everyone said she was wearing the star halo and was definitely protected. ”

“Can you take me to see her?” I asked.

“No!” Zisu refused me without even thinking about it: “First of all, I haven't been able to identify you, so I can't trust you completely. Secondly, I usually spend most of my time in the bedroom watching movies and playing games other than classes. I don't really deal with people, I don't even know Zhuang Ning. ”

This Zisu is actually another Li Xiaoling kind of existence.

Is that why he paid special attention to Li Xiaoling's suicide?

I thought about it and came up with a suitable solution: "Why don't you find a way to take me to Wuhan University, and I'll investigate the rest myself. ”

Zisu thought about it and was still a little upset.

I had to make the killer say, "Don't you want to know why Li Xiaoling committed suicide? Wouldn't you like to know if the lip stitch had anything to do with her death? ”

People are curious.

If not, Zisu's eyes are bright when I say, "Okay, I'll take you to school. But if something happens, you can't give me away! ”

I nodded now.

In the face of poor students like Zisu, paying bills is a daunting task that naturally falls on me.

When I paid, I saw Li Mazi smoking outside the glass door.

This son of a bitch didn't put oil on his soles just to avoid payment, did he?

I have a little man's heart to think about.

Out of the cafe door, I wanted to take Li Mazi with me, and Zisu refused: “He can't! Security patrols have been everywhere since the school incident. You used to be free to go in and out of school. Now you have to show your student ID. You are quite young. As for him..." Zisu looked at Li Mazi with some disgust: “He looks like the student's father. ”

Li Mazi went mad on the spot: “You mean I look old? ”

“Not looking.” Zisu doesn't seem to understand the meaning of Li Mazi: “You are very old. ”

Li Mazi was almost exhaled and bled: “Brother Zhang, I'd rather stay here and wait for you honestly! Otherwise, stay with this kid for a while. He will die or I will die. ”

I rarely saw Li Mazi be restrained by people, and I couldn't help but say with some bad feelings: “I think Zisu is quick and fast, it suits you very well. ”

Li Mazi threw me a 'Shit, you're fucking crazy' look and walked all the way to the corner to smoke.

And I followed Zisu towards Wuhan University.