When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Lunch break, teachers' office.

It has been raining heavily for the whole morning, and it has neither stopped nor slowed down.

Zhang Xiaoping stood in front of the window, looking out at the neatly arranged team of students walking towards the cafeteria, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Teacher Xiaoping." The female teacher behind him called out, but seeing that he did not respond, she raised her voice again: "Teacher Xiaoping!"

"Ah? Oh!" Zhang Xiaoping finally reacted, turned his head and smiled: "What's the matter, Teacher Li?"

"What are you doing? I called you several times just now and you didn't respond." Teacher Li asked curiously.

Zhang Xiaoping walked to the work station, pulled out a chair and sat down, apologizing: "Sorry, I was thinking about something just now and didn't hear it."

"Are you thinking about your class?" Teacher Li covered his mouth and laughed, "I heard that the students in your class are making trouble again. During the morning reading, a student rushed into another class and asked if they knew someone named Mao... Mao what's his name?"

"Mao Houwang." Zhang Xiaoping reminded.

"Yes, yes, Mao Houwang." Teacher Li laughed even more happily, "I heard that he even went to the dean of teaching and made him very angry."

Zhang Xiaoping was a little embarrassed when he heard this, but he could only smile, "You also know about this."

"Everyone in the third grade knows about it." Teacher Li put away his smile and said seriously: "But I still hope that Teacher Xiaoping can strengthen management. Now is the third grade, a critical stage in life, and it also affects the school's enrollment rate..."

"So please don't affect others' learning even if you don't study yourself, students in Class 10."

"I understand, Teacher Li, this won't happen again next time." Zhang Xiaoping nodded and turned his eyes to the computer screen.

......

After a short silence, Zhang Xiaoping suddenly said: "Teacher Li, do you think there is really such a thing as a living person disappearing?"

He held a black thermos cup in his hand, and the rising hot air in the cup covered his glasses with a layer of white mist, and the reflection reflected by the edge of the lens was a surveillance video.

Teacher Li didn't reply for a long time. Zhang Xiaoping looked up and found that she was looking straight at him with a little pity in her eyes: "Teacher Xiaoping, are you under too much pressure recently?"

Zhang Xiaoping smiled: "Don't take it to heart, I just asked casually."

Teacher Li shook her head: "Yes, how can it be stressful to lead such a class of students? When they graduate this year, you should apply to lead some normal students..."

"Don't say that, Teacher Li." Zhang Xiaoping took a sip of the tea in the cup and smiled slowly: "For me, no matter whether the grades are good or bad, they are all students, there is no difference."

............

School cafeteria.

Today's lunch has five-spice braised chicken legs, which is a hard dish for birthdays and New Year's Day in the cafeteria.

But Ye Haoyu, who has always been known as one of the "Four Chicken Legs", has no appetite. He only ate five and didn't continue to eat.

Other students also silently lowered their heads to pick at the food, looking listless.

"Found it!" Qi Yinhong suddenly stared at his phone and shouted, "I found it. Everyone, have you seen the Pan Bowen incident that was circulated on the Internet? It is very similar to Mao Houwang's situation."

"What Pan Bowen, a supernatural story?"

"I seem to have heard of it, but I haven't read the original post."

"Send me the link, I'll go take a look." Gao Wenyi took out his phone.

Qi Yinhong sent the link to the newly created class group.

Everyone took out their phones to check.

Only Su Yuan did not move. He stared at the soybeans in the food box in front of him, with a thoughtful look on his face.

After a while, Song Xiaoxia, who was sitting next to him, leaned over and asked softly, "Su Yuan, have you seen this Pan Bowen incident?"

Su Yuan glanced at his sister, who seemed a little jealous and waved her fists next to Song Xiaoxia, and nodded slowly, "I have seen it."

When he first accepted the fact that only he could see his sister, he searched a lot of supernatural events on the Internet to try to explain it all.

So Su Yuan had naturally read about the Pan Bowen incident that was making a lot of noise on the Internet.

"But I think that incident is not similar to ours." Su Yuan added, "And that should just be a story made up by the blogger."

"Why?" Song Xiaoxia asked curiously. She had just taken a look and felt that the story was detailed and rich, and it didn't seem to be made up.

"That incident tells the story of the blogger, his friend, and Pan Bowen, who entered an abandoned dormitory together to pick up badminton, and when they came out, Pan Bowen disappeared from the world."

Su Yuan tried hardRecalling what I read in the original post: "At the end of the story, the blogger mentioned that he and his friends tried every possible way to prove Pan Bowen's existence, and even suffered a setback in their studies, but they never succeeded."

"But I think that's nonsense."

"Why?" Zhou Yulong heard the conversation between the two and came over to ask.

Su Yuan glanced at him and said, "Because it's too easy to prove a person's existence."

"How to prove it? We can't prove that Mao Houwang existed now." Zhou Yulong immediately refuted.

"Listen to me." Su Yuan took out two chopsticks and placed them on the table. "First of all, a person like Mao Houwang, who is of the same age and has a normal family and growth trajectory, must have complex social relationships."

"He will never disappear from this world just because his memory is gone or his traces are erased."

"For the network centered on Mao Houwang, he is like a load-bearing wall. His disappearance is enough to cause the entire building to collapse."

Seeing that the two still didn't understand, Su Yuan took out three soybeans from the lunch box and placed them on the table one by one.

"These are [Mao Houwang's parents], [Mao Houwang], and [Teacher Zhang]."

"Because Mao Houwang studied in this class, his parents knew Teacher Zhang."

Su Yuan picked up the soybean in the middle and put it in his mouth: "Now that Mao Houwang has disappeared, should his parents still know Teacher Zhang?"

"Yes!" Song Xiaoxia blinked, and said with some sudden enlightenment, "His disappearance will definitely leave a lot of [bugs] in the world."

"I have another question." Zhou Yulong said: "What if his parents are confused in memory like Teacher Zhang? ... For example, they will think that they knew Teacher Zhang through other means."

Su Yuan shook his head: "Teacher Zhang's answers are actually far-fetched, but it's just an empty seat and textbooks. We can't find too many logical loopholes."

"What Mao Houwang left in school There are not many traces, and we who are most familiar with him all remember him, so there are not enough "bugs". "

"If it is at his home, we will definitely find more decisive evidence."

Song Xiaoxia looked at Su Yuan and blinked: "Do you have any ideas when you say that?"

Su Yuan nodded gently: "I think we should not sit and wait for death. We should do what we can before dark. Every more we know may help our situation."

But Su Yuan frowned again soon: "But the problem now is that I don't know his home address, and Mao Houwang's name and address are no longer on the school roster..."

"I can take you there."

Seeing Su Yuan's somewhat puzzled eyes, Song Xiaoxia smiled gently: "You don't know yet, in fact, Mao Houwang and I have known each other for a long time. He and I are neighbors, and his mother also knows me. "