I heard that you are a scum

"Let's not talk about whether you have permission to check the surveillance system - the surveillance system is covered once every seven days, and it has been half a month. And if I remember correctly the day you mentioned, because of the heavy rain, the entire city The power is out." In the monitoring room of the laboratory building, the administrator said so.

Having said that, Chen Yiming finally remembered what day it was.

About half a month ago at night, because of a sudden power outage, the group of roommates who fought in the game until midnight every day went to bed early for an unprecedented time.

It turned out that the fake Han Yingying happened that day.

In this way, monitoring is completely useless, and the road of monitoring is broken, so he ran to add Sun Jing, a best friend of his best friend, and secretly opened a yellow diamond video. My roommates said it was abnormal after reading it.

With tears in his eyes, he denied Sanlian: "I'm not me without you, don't talk nonsense..."

It's a pity that this girl is not the kind of girl who likes to post selfies, most of the space is full of poisonous chicken soup and food.

Both roads were cut off, and Chen Yiming was helpless.

Duan Yannian is learning to write with his gel pen on the table. Recently, he has developed a strong interest in this kind of pen, and he has to practice for a while every day.

The handwriting has also evolved from the crooked elementary school student's font to the current horizontal and vertical appearance, highlighting the character of the literati.

He simply sketched a few strokes on the white paper, and the fake Han Yingying's facial features appeared vividly on the paper. Although the meticulous painting made with a gel pen instead of a brush lacked the unique charm of ink and wash, it was more concise and clear.

Chen Yiming took a closer look, don't tell me, there are six points of similarity!As for the remaining four points, probably the paintings of the ancients are the beauty of metaphysical artistic conception, the orthodox school of imagery.

Looking at it, an idea suddenly popped up in his head.

He sneaked a few glances at his roommate who didn't pay attention to what he was doing, and wrote on a piece of paper—Master Prime Minister!Can others see your painting?

"Yes." Duan Yannian said.

The drawing paper and paintbrush are all things in the world, but he subjectively prevents others from seeing them, and others can naturally see them.

—Then can you lend me a use?

"Okay." Duan Yannian stepped aside and motioned for him to step forward to get the painting.

Chen Yiming took out his mobile phone, turned on the camera, and "clicked" on the painting, and a picture appeared.

The Prime Minister was taken aback by the sound again, and asked in surprise, "What kind of function is this hand chicken?"

"This is the function of illuminating demons, and no ghosts or ghosts can hide under it." Chen Yiming said perfunctorily.

Duan Yannian didn't realize what was wrong. After all, modern inventions and knowledge capabilities have far exceeded his imagination. No matter how imaginative and unconstrained, everything can be studied.It's just adding a demon mirror to the hand chicken, it's drizzle.

Chen Yiming sent the picture to Sun Jing's best friend, and asked very schemingly, "How is my painting?"

There is no nomination and no surname, so if she is not Sun Jing, she will not be embarrassed.

It took a long time for my best friend to reply with a message: "The painting is quite similar."

Chen Yiming's eyes lit up, and he typed quickly with both hands: "Do you look like Sun Jing?"

"It's kind of like it, but it's not as good-looking as the real person."

give me five!The villain in his heart jumped up and down and shouted happily, wishing he could run over and tell fake Han Yingying that she was actually Sun Jing!

He quickly typed a line: "I'm just learning, I can't draw well hahaha, I'll go to practice again."

There was no further message from the other side.

"Did you find anything?" Duan Yannian was extremely curious. He only saw Chen Yiming fiddle with the hand chicken very quickly, and he had already found out the truth and quit work without seeing the specific steps clearly.

Chen Yiming happily climbed onto the bed and rolled over: "I asked you to borrow the painting because I saw that your painting is very good, and it is somewhat similar to Sun Jing's ghost, so I pretended to be my painting and asked her girlfriend how my painting was. "

"Although her best friend said that the painting doesn't look good, she can still tell that it's Sun Jing's."

Duan Yannian: "It doesn't look like that???" What did you say? ?Look me in the eyes and say it again? ?Can you speak human language? ?Is that what you said in human terms? ?Can people say what you say? ?

Chen Yiming: "Like like, I will definitely keep your paintings, Prime Minister, and look up at them at any time."

……

Another dark and windy night.

Due to going out at night many times, Chen Yiming left the dormitory under the eyes of his roommate "yoooo~".

Sun Jing sat on the steps under the laboratory building, looking up at the sky motionless, with a numb expression.Seeing them coming, there was a little more expression on his face: "You guys are here? How are you doing?! Who am I?"

Chen Yiming told her what he had investigated.

She couldn't believe it when she heard the truth. In her only memory, the name "Sun Jing" was not a very good image. She always felt that she was Han Yingying, and even wondered who the living Han Yingying was. The ghosts and goblins pretended to be her, but now she heard the person in front of her tell her that her name was Sun Jing.

"Then I...why do you think I'm Han Yingying?" Sun Jing stared blankly at the small flowers in the flower bed, which were in bud and blooming, revealing the tender yellow stamens.

"Either you were envious of Han Yingying when you were alive, so you thought you were her after death, or - your death has something to do with her." Chen Yiming said.

Sun Jing has no memory, and no useful information can be obtained from her.Chen Yiming's brain has been overloaded for the past few days, and he is now in a state of shock. He looked at Duan Yannian.

Duan Yannian, who was happily playing with his mobile phone, raised his head blankly: "...?"

Chen Yiming reiterated his doubts, and then asked him: "Master Prime Minister! Do you have any good suggestions?"

"As the saying goes, soldiers never tire of cheating. Since you already have an idea, why not try it out?"

Are you trying to test Han Yingying?

His eyes lit up, and he sent the painting to Jiang Ya again.

It's past ten o'clock in the evening, Jiang Ya probably won't go to bed so early...

Sure enough, not long after, the other party replied with three question marks, as if asking what he was sending.

Chen Yiming typed back: Look who she looks like.

There was no reply for half a day.

Duan Yannian and Sun Jing leaned beside him, the faces of the two ghosts were illuminated by the light of the mobile phone screen, and Chen Yiming could easily see the buildings and trees behind their bodies.

Squatting outside in the middle of the night staring at the phone with two ghosts, probably only he has such an experience that no one will believe...

It took Jiang Ya a long time to reply: I didn't look at my phone just now, how would I know who you drew.

"She lied!" Sun Jing screamed.

Chen Yiming was so frightened that his ears were almost deafened by her.

Sun Jing also realized her gaffe, looked at him apologetically, and then explained: "Although I am not Han Yingying, in my memory as Han Yingying, 'Sun Jing' was robbed because of the male god, so I went to find him." Han Yingying and Jiang Ya's... People who know me will definitely recognize this painting at a glance!"

"Ding dong", Jiang Ya's message came again on the phone——Yingying has already rejected you, so you should stop looking for me again.

I have been a friend for so long and I haven't seen any reaction from her. I sent a picture today and suddenly said that I don't want to contact her. Chen Yiming was the first to not believe it.

He continued to type: I have investigated everything that happened on the day of the power outage. See you at the back of the laboratory building at ten o'clock tomorrow night.

Whether you come or not is entirely up to you.

After the second sentence, he was not sent out, and the other party deleted him.

This kind of reaction is either a guilty conscience or a feeling that he is sick.

I hope it's not the second point...

"Is this an offer to fight?" Sun Jing asked.

Chen Yiming nodded.

Tomorrow night, if they come, this matter will not be related to them.

……

On the way to the hotel behind the school, Chen Yiming took out his wallet, and shed tears before saying: "Let's end this matter quickly... If this continues, I may go bankrupt..."

Duan Yannian kicked a stone all the way, and with a little force, the stone flew high, drawing a parabola in the air.

Chen Yiming's gaze followed the stone up, but he saw a golden light flashing quickly in the sky not far away.

"Is there a shooting star?!" He stopped immediately, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes, "Hurry up and make a wish!"

Duan Yannian also stopped. He watched the golden streamer cut across the sky, and then tens of thousands of light spots scattered in the sky, and the light spots depicted the phantom of the Phoenix in the sky.

The phoenix spread its wings and screamed, and a raging flame was burning on its tail feathers. It quickly landed on the ground in the distance, silently, but the ignited flame lit up the entire sky.

After Chen Yiming made his wish, he opened his eyes and looked at him: "What did you promise..." The word wish was stuck in his throat, and he saw Duan Yannian's eyes reflecting the distant firelight! !

He was so frightened that he turned his head and looked ahead. It was already late at night, and that direction was the city center. The colorful neon lights were still flashing, and the street lights stretched into the distance in a row.

There was no fire at all.

"Ahead...what's going on?" He looked into Duan Yannian's eyes, and then at the distant sky, completely dazed.

"I don't know..." Duan Yannian never looked away, his eyes were filled with raging fire, and beside his ears was a shrill cry from something, like a baby crying.

"Chen Yiming." Duan Yannian called his name, raised his foot and ran towards that direction, "I would like to trouble you to go ahead with Zaixia."

Chen Yiming followed his steps closely: "Brother, are you kidding me... It's midnight now! It's still so far away... I don't know if there are any taxis... Don't plan to run there?!"

At some point, the wind got stronger, and a few tiny drops of rain fell on his arms.

It's raining……