ecstasy

"I'm going to school now! I'll talk to you guys next time!"

After yelling this, Doudou turned over again and continued to fall.

As the wind pressure increased, he squinted his eyes:

Mong Cai seems to have become bigger.?

Apart from the time when he first arrived in Mong Cai as a child, this was probably the first time Doudou had looked down at the city from the air; but it was a little different from the maps he remembered seeing.

Because its bright outline is extending outwards——

Those national roads and highways that extend out of the city have been checkpointed and surrounded by Mong Cai.

Every now and then, there are small checkpoints blocking the road; it is as if staples are embedded in each blood vessel.

There were also many more boats in the waters near Changshan Beach. The boatmen who lived on the fishing boats had not gone out to sea to fish today, and their boats were all gathered near the shore.

There were larger and more advanced ships cruising; white wakes faintly drew a line of demarcation - but there were no logos on those ships, and they were not ships of the Mong Cai Maritime Administration.

It was as if someone had taken a colored pencil and traced a circle around the outside of the map of Mong Cai City, trying to separate it from other places.

Doudou held his two fists in front of his eyes and peered through the gaps between his fingers like a telescope:

[Eh? What's going on here? It doesn't look like the police, but there's an armored car: so luxurious.]

The people guarding the checkpoints around Mong Cai - their clothes were all black and looked like ant-like dots.

One could only vaguely see them in groups of three or five, wearing helmets and bulletproof vests; next to them was a huge armored vehicle also covered in black.

The more Doudou looked at it, the more familiar it looked. It seemed like he had seen similar equipment a few days ago:

[Eh? Aren't these the security guards from Asia-Europe Post? Has the business expanded this far?]

"Yeah. Speaking of which, my aunt and I damaged their building. Could it be that they're looking for me to pay for it?"

He always felt that there was something indescribable strange going on - but suddenly he came to his senses: Why was he in a daze again?

[My attention span is so poor, I don't think I have ADHD! School. Where is the school?]

Doudou quickly turned his gaze back, estimating his possible landing location--

If it fell straight down, it would probably hit the middle of the road in the city center: the day before yesterday, Doudou witnessed a tragic incident where an acquaintance jumped off a building.

[Eh? Is this how the math teacher "jumped off the building"?]

I remembered the day before yesterday when my math teacher was carrying a woven bag filled with water bottles and cans.

Judging from this, could it be that he has also shaken hands with that old immortal cultivator?

Doudou squinted his eyes slightly and could see the traffic jam at the intersection; it was the rush hour for people going to work and school.

If it continues to hit like this, it will probably crush other people's cars and make them explode; not to mention that they have to run from the city center to school, which will take time.

[Change direction, hurry up and do your homework! I'm so anxious]

In the sky, with nowhere to hold onto anything, Doudou opened his mouth wide—his raincoat clattered against the ground.

hiss!

As he inhaled, his intercostals and chest suddenly expanded, filling up his school uniform and raincoat.

Doudou's cheeks were puffed up, and his eyes were searching for the approximate direction of the school--

call!

Doudou exhaled all the air he had just swallowed.

Squeak:

He was like a deflated balloon, suddenly flying to the side; his originally straight downward trajectory suddenly bent into a diagonal line.

The posture at this time is a bit like doing a crunch: the body is stretched straight, but the head and neck are slightly raised; the air in the mouth is still ejected outwards -

Doudou adjusted his direction left and right to avoid flying in the wrong direction:

Wait until all the air you inhale is almost exhaled; put your hands against the seams of your pants, think of yourself as a torpedo or a missile, and tear the air above your head.

As the school got closer, I could see the traffic outside the alley, the jingling of bicycle bells, and the crowds of people in front of the school gate.

hiss--

He repeated the same trick and took a deep breath again:

Then quickly clench your fists and point your mouth directly downwards.

call!

The whale had just inhaled some air into his lungs and accidentally swallowed some of it into his stomach: he exhaled it as slowly and quickly as possible - it was really hard to predict how much effort it would take to [land].

The air that was blowing rapidly by my ears suddenly softened, turning into a soft rustling sound; the originally puffed up hem of my clothes also stuck close to my body again.

The fallen leaves in the alley and the scattered garbage on the ground were all blown away by him and hit the wall:

With a click, the bag landed steadily on the ground; there was a clanging sound in the schoolbag.

[Hey? Where did the old immortal cultivator go?]

The homeless old man who was carrying the woven bag "gourd" on his back has disappeared; there are bottles and jars scattered on the ground, and I don't know if they fell out of the woven bag.

There was still a faint stench in the alley, but no one covered their noses:

Only the other students who were rushing to class were left standing there in a daze, staring in amazement at the classmate who fell from the sky.

Doudou looked around at the dumbstruck guys—quickly scratched his head and pointed to the sky:

"Oh I came to class by helicopter. Haha."

Doudou didn't care whether the other students believed him or not; he just laughed dryly and walked quickly towards the school gate.

"Everyone, stop looking, stop looking, and go to school."

A girl's glasses slipped down her nose and fell to the ground; he quickly pretended not to see it.

[I'll come back to look for this old man after school.]

A handshake and the guy across from me will fly into the sky--

Whatever you think, it's awesome.

Chapter 116 Uneasy

Ai Xi missed morning reading again today.

She rushed into the classroom just as the first class was about to begin: the cuffs of her school uniform were dirty and had a strange smell; her face was pale, and she was in a daze, drinking water all the time.

I don’t know if someone went to her house again and threw fresh paint on it - Doudou didn’t have time to share today’s flying experience, and there was also the old man who was practicing Taoism and carrying a woven bag gourd.

Ai Xi wasn't around, so Doudou had to borrow homework from a classmate sitting behind him and finish it all before morning reading. Even when he was copying homework, the classroom was bustling with activity, and no one knew what they were arguing about.

But everyone looked scared—

The only exceptions are Doudou and Ruan Jingbo: the action of separating limbs in the dream should be going smoothly; today they can even lie on the desk and pretend to be asleep.

-

The bell for the first class rang, and the head teacher strode into the classroom and slammed the lesson plan in his hand on the podium with a bang.

He was sweating profusely, his glasses unable to block his nervous vision; he held his forehead, his eyes were red, and his voice sounded choked with phlegm:

"Everyone, be serious. I have something to announce."

"Starting today—if your parents can come pick you up after school, it's best if they do. And during breaks, make some calls."

"If your parents aren't available, find a group of classmates to go home with: at least three people. Tell your group leader who you plan to go home with—after school, the class leader will bring the list to me in the office."

"Everyone needs to register! If anyone hasn't registered, please write a self-criticism and bring it over tonight. If you forgot to bring anything else, don't cry while I call your parents."

"Oh, and also: go straight home after school, don't hang around playing around outside; and if I run into you, I'll just assume you don't have enough homework."

"The most important thing is to run away if you see someone you don't know. If you see hooligans or gangsters, run away and stay away from them!"

"People nowadays don't know what they're capable of. When you grow up, you'll understand. The most peaceful time is still in school."

"And then, there's"

The head teacher suddenly shook his head, turned to face the blackboard, pulled out a wrinkled striped handkerchief from the back pocket of his trousers, and covered his face with it.

The classroom was filled with the sound of his loud, sticky nose blowing - which then turned into low sobs.

Looking left and right——

Faced with the crying head teacher, the students didn't even whisper to each other; there was a strange cloud on their faces, and even the hyperactive student sitting in front of them stopped turning his pen.

It seemed that only Doudou was still unprepared—he had missed too much this morning because he was copying some homework:

"What's up with this? Why are you all so nervous all of a sudden?"

Ai Xi took out a stack of photos from his pocket like a magic trick - all four inches in size.

She stuffed the photo into Doudou's hand, then opened her schoolbag and showed him the Fuji Polaroid camera inside.

"Because someone died in the teachers' dormitory next door. Several people died. And none of them were teachers, you see."

The teachers' dormitory of Mong Cai No. 5 Middle School is adjacent to the school and can be reached by turning out the back door. After school, you can often smell the food coming from there, which is very tempting.

"I was late for morning reading earlier, so I secretly went to take pictures of this thing."

She lowered her voice a little, panted, and tapped the photo with her fingers:

"More police officers arrived later, and there seemed to be plainclothes detectives as well. I ran away first—the dead were probably from the company."

Doudou lowered his head, hid his hands in the drawer, and flipped through the photos one by one:

Two men and one woman; the collars of their black jackets and white shirts were stained red.

The bodies lay on the black-stained cement floor, their hair spread out on the ground, their faces facing the sky.

Ai Xi was very serious when taking the aerial photo, and there were no problems with the framing and composition; it looks like it could be used as an ID photo when crossing the Naihe Bridge.

They were probably between 30 and 40 years old - maybe it was because the photo was overexposed or because of blood loss, but they all looked extremely pale, with no visible pores on their faces.

There are individual close-ups, as well as "group photos" of them together; if it weren't for the wounds on their necks, you might not be able to tell at first glance that they were dead.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were out of focus; he was in a daze forever.

The corpse had a completely different look from the one Doudou had imagined. Rather than being calm, it looked more like someone was absorbed: as if completely immersed in the very thought of death.

It seemed like he was playing the game seriously and attentively, but suddenly his heart stopped beating, his brain was deprived of oxygen, and he passed away as if the terminal had lost power.

I wonder if there are any other fatal injuries - the coat is so black that even if there are bloodstains, they are not clearly visible:

"Hey! This style of dressing. In such hot weather, he wears a black windbreaker, a black suit, and a white shirt. He looks like an FBI agent."

He was very familiar with this style of dress; he had seen it last week:

"Looks like they're all agents of the Asia-Europe Post. Hmm."

"It's a strange death, with all his clothes on. Look, his gun is still in its holster."

Ai Xi rubbed his neck and measured the length with two fingers:

"He died before he could even react to the sensation. The wound was on his neck and looked like a knife wound. I wonder if it was caused by ecstasy?"

"It seems to have happened early this morning. Who do you think did it?"

Doudou flipped through the remaining photos, which were photos of the crime scene.

There were police cars and yellow banners cordoning off the scene; more were the furnishings of the teachers' dormitory complex:

There were single and double poles, a stone chess table, and a small, shabby croquet court - the old people liked to play that, it looked like a golf ball.

I don’t know how Ai Xi sneaked in and found the opportunity to take so many photos:

"Well, it's hard to say. During the summer vacation, I heard from my friend Richard that there are also internal fights and life-and-death struggles within the Asia-Europe Post. The workplace is really cruel--"

"Are other companies also trying to capture the Mong Cai market, so they're engaging in this kind of direct commercial war? This is so despicable. I hope it doesn't affect our schooling."

Ai Xi stared blankly ahead, coughing occasionally. She didn't respond to Doudou's words:

"... I didn't realize a corpse really smells this bad, even worse than a live pig. I never thought of that before. It's so hot, I guess it started to rot immediately. I'm vomiting to death, but luckily I brought a plastic bag."

Doudou handed the mineral water to Ai Xi and patted her on the back:

"You even leaned in to smell it? Why didn't you pinch your nose or hold your breath to take the photo?"

Ai Xi shook his head, closed his eyes, and wiped his face: