Fiend ABO

Chapter 70 Traces.

The third year of high school was tough.

The endless test papers and the insignificant wind blown by the ceiling fan spinning above the head, the teacher on the podium consolidated the knowledge points over and over again, and the whole book was a compulsory test point. A strange-shaped trace, the moment the brain fell into a deep sleep, the head fell and then woke up quickly. Jiang Lu sighed and rubbed his temples. Just at this moment, the bell for the end of class rang, and the teacher and students breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Lu packed up his things slowly, and walked downstairs without haste.

The breeze at the end of May has already brought a little warmth, but the starting point of summer here is always in the middle of July or at the end. A sudden rise in high temperature breaks people's comfortable and peaceful temperature, and then it will rain at the end of August, which will bring The temperature dropped again.

"Xie Linjun," Jiang Lu walked over quickly carrying his schoolbag, and the teacher on duty downstairs had already glared at them several times, "I want to eat braised pork tonight."

"There are no more potatoes." Xie Linjun waited for him to come to his side before turning around and walking side by side towards the parking shed, "Go buy it."

"Okay," Jiang Lu stretched his waist, patted the schoolbag into Xie Linjun's arms, watched him froze for a moment, then quickly caught the schoolbag, raised his lips and smiled, "By the way, buy some milk, we don't have any in stock at home." .”

"En." Xie Linjun responded, walked over and pushed the bicycle out.

It's a waste of energy for two people to eat and live together and ride two bikes, so I just ride one bike to and from school every day, sometimes Xie Linjun rides, and sometimes Jiang Lu will come over to take Xie Linjun for a while when he is in the mood , but not many times.

After entering May, a season full of rain and humid and hot air, he became more and more immobile. Sometimes he would read a book on the sofa at home, and fell asleep while reading it.

But as the days went by, Jiang Lu seemed a little nervous.

In the last exam, his ranking had already reached the fifth place in the school. Only Xie Linjun knew how much of the study until late at night and one or two questions and answers that popped up unexpectedly during the meal.

He felt that Jiang Lu was a little bewildered, and the way he worked hard was really too bewildered.

When eating before, Jiang Lu didn't even swallow what was in his mouth, his eyes suddenly went blank for a moment, and then he opened his mouth to read out a question and the answer, and he paused for a long time before asking: "Is that right?"

Xie Linjun couldn't remember how he answered him.

He only remembered that the various abnormal emotions and changes in Jiang Lu's body became more and more obvious. He had told the psychiatrist about these, but after Jiang Lu's weekly routine checkup, the doctor only said the familiar sentence.

His condition is improving.

Is it getting better?

Xie Linjun shook the handle of the bicycle, feeling the warm wind on his face, very comfortable.Jiang Lu in the back seat rested his forehead on his back, clutching the hem of his school uniform with one hand, and was probably playing with his phone with the other.

Jiang Lu is strange, but also normal.

His normality is reflected in every detail, which is strange because it is too normal.

The dinner was as Jiang Lu wished, Xie Linjun stewed a piece of braised pork, stir-fried some vegetables, and made a pot of soup. Jiang Lu had already spread out his homework and lay down on the coffee table to write for a while.

"Come and eat." Xie Linjun took off his apron and shouted at Jiang Lu.

"Okay." Jiang Lu put down his pen, and the uncapped pen slid along the edge of the test paper to the corner of the coffee table and landed on the floor. Jiang Lu didn't notice, walked over a few steps and hugged Xie Linjun's waist, and sat down to eat up.

After eating, Jiang Lu was about to start taking medicine, and the dosage of medicine was even less than before. Jiang Lu raised his eyebrows and poured the medicine into his mouth, took a big sip of water and swallowed it, then sat on the sofa, No more questions.

Xie Linjun didn't go to clean up the dishes, just sat on the sofa and looked at Jiang Lu. From time to time, he picked up a test paper on the coffee table and glanced at it. It didn't take long for him to focus on Jiang Lu again.

"You don't know me anymore, do you?" Jiang Lu was amused, and stared feebly at Xie Linjun.

"I know." Xie Linjun said.

"Then you keep staring at me," Jiang Lu still smiled, "I thought you didn't know me anymore."

Xie Linjun didn't speak any more.

After sitting for a while, Jiang Lu stood up unsteadily, and took two steps forward. Seeing this, Xie Linjun also stood up, "You will follow me to go to the bathroom?"

"Huh?" Xie Linjun was about to get up, but he was stunned for a moment, "I... go to clean up the dishes."

"You still know." Jiang Lu pointed to the plates and bowls and chopsticks on the dining table. He was pulled over by Xie Linjun to take medicine just after he finished his meal, and he didn't have time to clean them up. "I thought you were going to put them away. It's a sacrifice to heaven."

"Go quickly." Xie Linjun twitched the corners of his mouth, stood up and raised his hand to rub Jiang Lu's head.

Jiang Lu didn't pat his hand away either. After he had rubbed it enough, he slowly walked into the toilet and closed the door.

Xie Linjun packed all the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, paused, then turned and went to the toilet door.

He walked very lightly, hardly heard any footsteps, and deliberately did not go straight to the frosted glass in front of the toilet door where people could be seen outside, but circled around and approached the toilet from the wall and there. the door.

There was no sound from the toilet.

...and there shouldn't be any sound.

Xie Linjun thought his idea was a little funny, but he didn't laugh.

Because in the next second, he heard a little bit, like a pin drop, Jiang Lu's uncomfortable whimpering.

But the voice quickly disappeared into the air, as if it had never appeared before.

Jiang Lu stared at the vomit in the toilet in a daze.

His throat was irritated many times and it was very uncomfortable. It felt like a foreign object was stuck in it. It was very uncomfortable. He wanted to clear his throat vigorously, but he didn't do anything.

He didn't even hit the pump to send the vomit down the drain.

After a while, he turned around, walked to the sink, turned on the water and rinsed his hands clean.

Looking up again, the people in the mirror turned into two.

It wasn't a vague black shadow, nor a strange ghost with blood-red pupils.

He saw a person in school uniform, who might have passed him by in a corner of the school during the day, but at this moment he appeared in the toilet at home for no reason, standing behind him, bowed his head, without saying a word He looked up at himself through the cover of his bangs.

Maybe it was staring, or maybe it was a glance, but Jiang Lu didn't look at him again.

He turned around and pressed the water button, watched the vomit being swept away by the water, and wanted to turn around and leave, but the man was still standing beside him, wearing a school uniform, turned around, and looked at him face to face.

Jiang Lu was stunned for a while, then followed his gaze to look at himself.

In the south at the end of May, the temperature is neither cold nor hot when wearing short sleeves. Jiang Lu was wearing a black short sleeve. His exposed arms were full of scars. Clear traces, criss-crossing, creepingly parasitic on the arms, extremely ugly.

There was another muffled snort from the toilet, Xie Linjun took a sharp breath, turned around to the toilet door and twisted the doorknob, the toilet door was actually locked from the inside.He took two steps back, raised his leg and kicked open the toilet door forcefully.

Jiang Lu sat against the wall, looking towards the door with red eyes, his hands were stubbornly picking at the pale white scars on the other arm that had not faded, his nails were about to dig into the flesh, he was like It was as hard as trying to dig out all the ugly scars on the skin, but there was no expression on his face.