Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 961 Dropout (4000 words)

   The two were relatively speechless.

   The most embarrassing thing in the world is not that someone can see through a lie, but that you can see clearly that the other person is lying, but you can't show it.

   This is the current situation of the fool.

   The fool looked at Aunt Ping, opened his mouth, closed it, opened his mouth again, and said, "By the way, Aunt Ping, I have to go to school tomorrow."

   "Huh?" Aunt Ping looked surprised, "Are you going to school?"

   The fool's expression was inexplicable, "Yeah, I... I have to go to apply for withdrawal, and there are still some things in the school..."

   Isn't it natural?

   "School..." Aunt Ping closed her eyes and thought, "In that case..."

   "Is there anything in the school?" The fool looked at Aunt Ping and asked.

   "Oh, no, it's nothing," Aunt Ping raised her head as if waking up from a dream, and said, "Then let your uncle take you off tomorrow."

   "No need..."

   "It's okay," Aunt Ping's tone was more decisive, "let him go and see you off."

   The idiot half-opened his mouth, and under Aunt Ping's almost commanding gaze, he nodded in compromise.

   "Okay, then it's alright," Aunt Ping absentmindedly turned around and went out, "Auntie is gone..."

"and many more!"

   Hearing the fool's voice, Aunt Ping turned her head nervously, her eyes flashing with anxiety, "What's wrong?"

   "I..." The fool was taken aback by Aunt Ping's reaction, "I want to ask about Xiaojia, is Xiaojia okay?"

   "Xiaojia? Oh, Xiaojia..." Aunt Ping was obviously relieved, "Xiaojia is fine, you don't have to worry."

   "Xiaojia said she encountered a ghost, what's the matter?" the fool asked, "Did some boring people play pranks?"

   "No," Aunt Ping slowly entered the corridor. She turned her head and looked at the other end of the corridor, "We will protect Xiaojia."

   Her voice was soft and ethereal, and it sounded as if the object of these remarks was not a fool, but herself.

   "Hmm..." The fool didn't know what to say, "Alright then."

   "Zi Shan," Aunt Ping's eyes fell back to the fool again, her eyes bright, "You must also protect yourself."

   Although the fool didn't understand the connotation behind Aunt Ping's words, he pursed his lips obediently, "I will."

   "We all know," Aunt Ping said, "you are innocent."

  The fool was startled.

   Finally mentioned this matter. This is a topic they all want to avoid, but the more they want to avoid a topic, the more difficult it is to avoid.

   Fool, after all, he killed someone.

   "I..." The fool lowered his head, "I actually..."

   "We know," Aunt Ping interrupted the fool, "Zi Shan, everything you do is correct."

   The fool quickly raised his head and looked at Aunt Ping's face in amazement.

   "Don't feel regret or blame yourself, I don't want you to do that," Aunt Ping said, "You should be proud because you did the right thing, not everyone has the opportunity to do the right thing..."

  The fool was stunned, unable to say a word.

   "Okay..." Aunt Ping's tense shoulders relaxed a little, she tilted her head and smiled softly, "Auntie is gone, you can clean up yourself."

   As if the powerful words just now didn't come out of her mouth.

   "Ah... ok..."

  While the fool was stunned, Aunt Ping gently closed his door and left.

  Aunt Ping must know something and must be planning something.

  Xiaolan wanted to go out with Aunt Ping to have a look, but this little spider seemed to have taken root in the corner of a fool and didn't mean to leave at all.

   So Xiaolan could only watch the fool pack his luggage all night.

  The space for luggage is limited, and the fool is not ready to take too many things, but he still reluctantly rubs the surface of all the items with his hands, as if he can engrave everything here in his mind through his fingertips.

   Early the next morning, there was a knock on the fool's door.

  The door was opened, and the person standing outside was Aunt Ping's husband.

   "Zi Shan, are you ready?" The man's smile was a little stiff, "I'll drive you to school."

"drive?"

   "Yes," the man said, "Breakfast is ready, let's go out to eat."

   "Hmm..." The fool put on his slippers and followed the man out of the room.

   At this moment, Xiaolan was quietly lying on the back of the fool's trousers, watching secretly.

   Fool seemed surprised that the man drove him.

  Speaking of which... Xiaolan doesn't seem to have seen a car in this big yard.

   Sure enough, when the two were changing shoes at the door, the fool still asked, "Uncle, did you buy a car?"

   "I didn't buy it," the man smiled honestly, "I rented a car."

   "Uncle, you don't have to... It's too troublesome," the fool said anxiously, "Actually, I can just go there by myself."

  The man didn't look at him, but patted him twice on the shoulder, "Listen to your Aunt Ping."

   "Aunt Ping wants to rent a car?" the fool asked, "Why?"

   The two had already reached the door of another house. The man pushed open the door and walked in. Standing at the entrance, he turned his head and smiled at the fool, pretending that he hadn't heard the question from the fool, "Let's eat."

  The fool is confused, so is Xiaolan.

After dinner, the fool went out first. He walked out of the big iron gate outside the orphanage and saw a car parked on the road outside the door.

   He frowned in confusion, turned around, and the man trotted over.

   Behind him, he also carried a large school bag.

   "Uncle, you still have a bag?" The fool opened the car door and got into the co-pilot.

   "Yes," the man said, "I'll have something else to do later."

   "Do you want to go straight to work?"

   "Uh... yes," the man said, "I'll go to work after sending you off."

   "Let me help you with your backpack." The fool reached out his hand.

   "No need," the man sat on the driver's seat with the backpack still hanging behind him. The man looked straight ahead and said, "It's not heavy."

"But……"

   "Fasten your seat belt, we're going."

  The fool withdrew his hands angrily, and when he turned his head to fasten his seat belt, he saw Aunt Ping standing at the door, looking at them worriedly.

   What is she worried about?

  The car drove away, leaving the orphanage and Aunt Ping standing at the door behind.

  Xiaolan curled up beside the fool's trousers and looked at the bag behind the man through the gap.

   The thing in there is not big, but it should not be small. From the height...about the height of the forearm.

  咝——

  Xiaolan suddenly thought—could it be that painting inside?

   Listening to what Aunt Ping said, this painting can bless them and ensure that evil spirits will not attack them in the orphanage, but once the fool steps out of the orphanage...the way forward is unknown.

   That's why Aunt Ping asked her husband to take the painting and send the fool to school.

But……

   What about the other people in the orphanage?

   Although the target of that pervert was a fool, he had already attacked Xiaojia after all, and maybe he would take advantage of the opportunity that the painting was not there to attack the other people in the orphanage...

   Xiaolan suddenly realized.

   No wonder Aunt Ping's expression was so stiff at that time, she was planning to take a risk.

   Protecting fools with paintings means temporarily putting other people in danger.

   And the person involved is a fool, and he doesn't know anything about it.

   Now they can only hope that the pervert will follow them instead of staying in the orphanage.

The car drove to the school very quickly. It was still very early. The students just started to enter the school gate one after another. The man parked the car at the school gate, carried a backpack, got out of the car, and walked towards the school gate with the fool. go.

   "Uncle, are you going to send me to school?" The fool asked with a wink.

   "I said hello to your head teacher," the man nodded and said, "Let's go, I'll help you get things, can't you handle them yourself?"

   "I...that's fine."

  The powerful fool accepted the help of the man, and the two walked towards the teaching building together.

   Everything went smoothly.

There is no one in the class, the fool's desk is empty, and everything has been received in the head teacher's office. The head teacher looks at the fool and doesn't know what to say. After a few words, he handed over his book. into his hands.

   The fool and the man carried a box of books and walked towards the door of the teaching building.

  The number of people at the door has increased. People passing by look at the two fools, just take them as ordinary students and their parents, and pass by after a few glances.

   Just as the two were about to reach the door, suddenly, a scream came from upstairs.

   The fool raised his head and followed the scream.

   His eyes widened immediately.

  A black object was rapidly falling from the upstairs.

"Be careful!"

The man reacted quickly, immediately dropped the box in his hand, and slammed the fool to the side. Because of the excessive force, both of them fell to the ground, and the books were scattered on the ground. After half a second, there was a loud bang, the black The object smashed hard where the fool was standing.

After    landed, the black object rolled slowly for a while and stopped.

The crowd around    was completely motionless in fright.

   That was a shot put.

   "Zi Shan, are you alright?" The man helped the fool up.

   "I'm fine..." The fool stood up in a daze, looked at the shot put blankly, and then looked upstairs, "This is..."

   Some of the students onlookers stepped forward to help clean up the books scattered on the ground, while others pointed to the upstairs in shock.

   "Who? Why are you so careless..."

   "What kind of shot put are you playing indoors..."

   "The shot put can still be missed, stupid... how dangerous... it scared me to death..."

   "It's so strange..." The fool mumbled while picking up the book, "Is there really someone throwing a shot put in the teaching building?"

"Let's go."

  The man hurriedly picked up the box of books, and before he even had time to thank the others, he pulled the fool and walked out the door.

   "Oh... well, let's go," the fool said, catching up with the man, "but I still find it strange."

   "There are many strange things," said the man, "and there are many strange people."

   "The sports room is obviously not in the teaching building, and the teacher will not allow the students to bring the exercise equipment back to the classroom, how can it be..."

   "It should be the student who was disobedient and took it back to the classroom without permission." The man hurried.

"But……"

   Before the fool could finish his words, suddenly, a red object flashed in front of him, thumped, and fell into the cardboard box he was holding in his arms.

   The two looked down at the same time.

   At the same time, he showed an unbearable expression.

   That was a dead pigeon.

   "Pigeon..." The fool put the cardboard box on the ground, reached out and picked up the pigeon, then looked up at the sky, "What the **** is going on?"

   The man also looked up at the sky with a pale face.

   Today's weather is very good, the sky is blue, and there are no clouds in the sky. From time to time, there are a few gray birds in the air, which are pigeons raised in the school.

  The dead pigeon was **** and bloody, leaving bloodstains on the fool's book. The fool looked at the pigeon's body and sighed, "It looks like it was attacked by the same kind."

   "It should be," the man's face was ashen, "Let's go."

   "Are we going to bury it?" The fool's heart broke out of pity, "Or take it back?"

   "Let's...then take it back," the man picked up the damaged wing of the pigeon and put it in the box in front of him, "Let's go."

  The man understood, and Xiaolan also understood.

   All this shows that that person is by their side.

   Fortunately, the man brought the painting, and the pervert could not get close to the two, so he could only use some means from a distance.

   Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief.

   This at least proves that the other people in the orphanage are safe.

  The fool followed behind the man to the school gate. The man's pace became faster and faster. Finally, the two almost trotted into the car. After getting into the car, the man breathed a deep sigh of relief.

   The fool looked at the man suspiciously, but didn't ask anything.

   The two returned to the orphanage. Aunt Ping was still standing there, and she was relieved when she saw the two.

   She looked at the cardboard box they were holding in their arms, and when she saw the dead pigeon, Aunt Ping's pupils trembled violently.

   "Is something wrong?"

   "No," said the fool, "it's just that someone threw a shot put in the teaching building and almost hit me, and then a dead bird fell from the sky. We felt sorry and brought it back."

   Fools narrate these things naturally, as if narrated in this tone, these things can become ordinary and natural.

   "Anything else?" Aunt Ping looked at the man.

  The man's forehead was sweating. He walked quickly into the gate of the orphanage and said, "No, what about the family?"

   "Nothing happened at home either."

   "That's good..." The man put the cardboard box on the windowsill, reached out and wiped the sweat, "That's great."

   The fool looked at the two of them, picked up the bird silently, and walked to the backyard, where there was an old tree, and he wanted to bury the bird under the tree.

   Xiaolan had already climbed from the fool's trousers to the hem of his clothes. She lay beside the fool's clothes pocket and watched the fool's every move.

   The fool put the pigeon's body on the ground. He looked at the **** corpse and suddenly laughed.

   "You can fly, but you still can't escape..." The fool's eyes were full of desolation, "What will happen to me?"

   (end of this chapter)