After the phone was answered, I could only hear my sister's crying.

"What's wrong? Xiaoyun, what happened? Where are you?" My heart suddenly became thrust.

Unlike the last time, my sister's voice was without fear, only endless sadness, and she cried in a hurry. I coaxed her for a long time and vaguely heard other crying sounds on the other end of the phone.

The Skinny and the others also asked anxiously, but I could only shake my head and continue to persuade my sister to speak, making a gesture to the Skinny.

"I'm going to school now. Are you in school right? Stay in school, stay with the teacher, don't run around. Is the amulet still on you?" I was anxious and forced to calm down.

"Brother..." My sister finally spoke and said with a sob, "Ji Ying is dead..."

My steps to go out stopped, "What?"

"Ji Ying... committed suicide..." the sister cried, "I heard it from our stairs... so many people heard it... she screamed... and jumped down... she... um..."

My scalp was tingling, "Is it Ji Ying?"

Chen Xiaoqiu knew it, and the thin man looked at each other.

None of us thought that the person who committed suicide was a friend my sister knew.

"Why did she commit suicide? Mingming... she was chatting together yesterday, and she did the questions together in the morning..." the sister said intermittently.

The background sound is the crying of many girls, and a teacher is comforting her loudly.

Chen Xiaoqiu whispered: "The scene is very messy, and the students have seen it."

I suddenly realized.

Not to mention the relationship, even if you just recognize someone who is familiar with you suddenly encounter such a thing, you will be shocked and regretful for a long time, not to mention that the situation is a group of students who are experiencing the pressure of the college entrance examination.

I sat down, comforted my sister a few words, and asked, "How did the school handle it?"

"The ambulance took Ji Ying away. Ji Ying's aunt was at school. There were also policemen, and she was also at school. Her aunt cried so hard... She said Ji Ying could not commit suicide... I don't believe Ji Ying would commit suicide... How could she commit suicide?" The sister murmured, sobbing from time to time.

I sighed, "Where are you? Are you from school? Or stay in school?"

"Teacher Liu said that a psychological teacher will come to teach us later..." My sister was listless.

This way I feel much more at ease.

"I'm going to die, we're going to listen to the radio of the psychology teacher." said the sister.

"Yes. I'll pick you up after school." I hung up the phone, pinched my phone, and didn't know what to say for a long time.

"Is it suicide?" asked the thin man.

"I don't know." I smiled bitterly, "If it's not suicide, this matter... they should choose to set fire to people."

The behavior of ghosts should be fixed. A group of young girls who were burned to death have set fire to two people. If they want to retaliate, they should use the same method. How could they suddenly change the pattern and push people downstairs?

"Maybe the pressure of senior high school is too great." The fat man sighed.

Such a thing is unexpected and reasonable. When it comes to suicide, it is said that people who commit suicide cannot think well, but if they can really think well, how can they commit suicide?

After school, I picked up my sister. When I saw that the senior high school students who were traveling with me were all depressed and felt sad. My sister looked like eggplant made by frost. When she saw me, her red eyes were filled with tears and she suddenly threw herself into my arms and started crying. I could only pat her back to comfort her.

There was not only my sister crying at the school gate, and many girls were sobbing. Some hugged their parents, and some hugged them with their classmates.

I can imagine the shocking scene they saw during the day. My sister said that when she heard Ji Ying's scream, she was afraid that someone would still be the loud noise of the ground, which gave the scream a rest and a rest to a life.

I walked home with my sister in my arms, silent all the way, letting her cry wet my clothes.

"Brother, why did Ji Ying commit suicide?" the sister asked in a muffled voice.

"She felt uncomfortable and didn't want to live anymore." I hugged my sister's shoulders tightly, "I jumped down with impulse. I couldn't regret it if I jumped down."

There is no possibility of remorse if you commit suicide by jumping off a building.

"She's so stupid..." the sister murmured.

"Well. You can't be so stupid." I rubbed my sister's head.

My sister hugged my waist tightly and pressed her whole body against me, "I won't."

After I got home, I mentioned this to my parents. This matter is not necessary from the last spontaneous combustion. Some students committed suicide. In addition to sympathizing with their parents, they were more worried about their sister's emotions than their safety, so they would not be particularly anxious.

During dinner, my sister was already calm, but her eyes were swollen from crying.

My mother went to bed with my sister tonight, but she didn't review until very late. She watched TV with her family. At 9 o'clock, she went back to the bedroom with my mother.

I felt too tired today. As soon as they went to rest, my dad and I went back to our room and fell asleep.

While sleeping in a daze, I felt the wind, and the sound of the wind blew some fabric, making a sound.

I gradually woke up and saw the dissuasion-fitting white shirt shaking in front of my eyes.

The girl with a ponytail and straight hair turned around and smiled on her face, her eyes full of impatientness. Her smile was a polite and polite smile, and her eyes were real emotions. Her bangs were relatively short, and her slanted bangs were horizontally placed on her eyebrows, leaving those eyes with nowhere to hide.

I saw her lips open and close, and she was saying something, but I couldn't hear her voice at all. I could only see her smile gradually unable to hold on. The impatientness overflowed from her eyes and spread across her face.

My heart thumped.

At this moment, the girl was about to walk past me. I turned my perspective for a while. The girl's body stopped and said something. Her body was suddenly dragged.

I became anxious. Before I could do anything, I saw the girl being pulled to the rooftop, pressing against the wall, and struggling in panic. Her upper body poked out the circle of cement fences, and her face was pale.

I saw a hand grabbing the girl's ill-fitting white shirt, and two complete arms appeared in my vision. The girl was pushed out of the wall and turned over and fell.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh--"

Bang!

As I had imagined before, the screams came to an abrupt end after a loud bang.

Looking down below, the girl was lying in a pool of blood, tilting her head, staring at her eyes, and after twitching twice, she stopped moving at all.

Students, teachers, screaming, noisy.

The whole building seemed to have come alive.

I saw a ghost of the girl lying on the ground. One was still lying still, and the other turned his head, looked at me, opened his mouth, and said something, but there was still no sound.

I tried hard to distinguish what the girl wanted to say, but I couldn't hear and didn't understand lips.

The only thing that can be confirmed is...

"You didn't commit suicide, you were murdered, right, Ji Ying?" I asked in a low voice.

The girl's ghosting came with tears.

She seemed to be glowing, so bright that I couldn't help but close my eyes. When I opened it again, I saw the curtains in my bedroom. The sun shone in outside the window, bright and warm, but I seemed to be in the cold winter.
Chapter completed!