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When Mr. Li said this, He Jianfei was already dumbfounded and speechless for a long time. The matter was much more serious than he had imagined. It was unheard of that a girl's suicide led to the suicide of 23 students in a class. There must be a major and secret story behind this.

According to Uncle Li, when Aqiang died, he was holding three small stones. Although he did not see the direction of their arrangement with his own eyes, since Uncle Li said that Aqiang was a person who understood magic power, it was certain that he performed the Three Flowers Body Protection Technique. The Three Flowers Body Protection Technique is a very high-level self-defense technique in the magic world. With the help of the essence of nature, one's soul and all things in the world are integrated to achieve temporary immortality and escape from external attacks. To perform the Three Flowers Body Protection Technique, one must not only achieve a high level of internal and external strength, but also have a certain understanding and attainment of the unity of all things in nature. Even He Jianfei could not perform this kind of advanced self-defense technique, but he was still killed. It seems that the strength of the opponent… is not good. It seems that I am afraid I have to go back to the mountain to ask the senior brother for help.

He Jianfei said to Mr. Li: "Does the so-called strange record record some discontinuous dates and strange events surrounding it?"

Mr. Li nodded and said, "Yes, although Aqiang asked to put it in the archives, I thought if I put all of it in there and the school found out later, not only would the information be lost, but also news about this kind of thing would be strictly prohibited. So I destroyed the will and only put the strange poem in the archives. I hid the records in the common file cabinet in the Student Union Office and asked the next few Student Union presidents to sign on it and prohibit the next student union from discarding it. That's how it was preserved."

He Jianfei said, "The Student Union Archives' security system is so strict, and you guys still took so much trouble to disperse the information. I guessed that it was an extraordinary event, but I didn't expect it to be so big. I seemed to hear you calling the ghost girl's name just now. What was her name, Dong?"

Uncle Li said, "Dongru is a very special name. I heard she is also a very special girl, but… Alas." Turning around and seeing He Jianfei still with a confused look on his face, he pulled his hand and wrote on the palm of his hand, stroke by stroke.

"Winter vine, winter vine, winter vine…" He Jianfei ignored Mr. Li beside him and just lowered his head to mutter in deep thought. Mr. Li looked at him strangely and was about to ask what was wrong. He Jianfei suddenly frowned and his eyes suddenly shone. Before Mr. Li could ask, he heard him say lightly: "I think I have guessed the riddle of that strange poem."

"What? Really!" When Mr. Li heard this, he forgot that he was nearly eighty years old. He slapped his thigh hard and stood up suddenly: "What did you guess? Tell me now!!"

He Jianfei said, "I am just guessing. Do you think it makes sense? You just said that the ghost's name is Dong Fu. Since the strange poem was caused by her death, it must be related to her name. By reverse reasoning, the first two sentences of the poem are solved. Cherry blossoms are dancing. Cherry blossoms are everywhere, but they are most prosperous in Japan. Japan's cherry blossoms often bloom first in winter. Therefore, we can assume that the answer to the first sentence is the word "Winter". The connection between the second sentence and the second word of the name is very obvious. Road grass barrier. The road is blocked by grass. In other words, the grass is spread on the road. Isn't this exactly the shape of the word "Fu"?"

Uncle Li nodded and said, "At that time, some of us also said that the first two lines of the poem represent 'winter radish', but because no one could guess the latter line, we thought it was wrong." He Jianfei said, "Compared with the latter lines, the first two lines are relatively simple. The latter lines are difficult to guess independently, but if you understand the hints of the first and second lines, it will be easier to solve." Uncle Li was surprised and said, "Hints? This is the first time I heard that a riddle also comes with hints for the following." He Jianfei said, "Actually, it's not because it does not imply the answer but the solution. If you pay a little attention, you can find that the solution adopted in the first line is not the same as the second line…" Uncle Li suddenly realized before he finished speaking, "This means that what Ah Qiang wants to express is that the whole poem cannot be solved by one solution." He Jianfei smiled and said, "The correct solution is to guess whichever you stumble across."

"Love for Christ. The most famous symbol of Christ is the cross on which Jesus was crucified. The cross plus the word 'string' equals 'suo'; pity me in this life. Life is fate, which equals 'fate'; the last sentence is more difficult to guess. I just recited "The Goddess of Luo River" almost once, but still couldn't find any word that can match with the other words. So I wondered if Senior Aqiang would use a method that violates the conventional puzzle-solving method. The Goddess of Luo River was clearly on Luo River, so why did she run to West Lake? What does West Lake have to do with the deep love between Prince Xiang and me? This is irrelevant. If I were to use it, I would only have one meaning to express – the world is in chaos."

"What?" Mr. Li hadn't figured out how Dongfu had anything to do with the world when he was talking about it. He Jianfei said, "If the heaven is in chaos, strange phenomena will occur. Isn't this what Romance of the Three Kingdoms likes to exaggerate the most? For King Xiang Cao Zhi, the struggle among the heroes didn't have much practical significance to him. Cao Pi forced his brother to write a poem, which was the moment when the world was in chaos. It represented the end of Cao Zhi's carefree literary career. This reminded me of the famous seven-step poem. Do you remember which word the poem ended with?" Mr. Li blurted out, "It's the word 'urgent'." He Jianfei sighed, "This is the answer to Senior Aqiang's riddle: Dongfu is in urgent need of revenge!"

As soon as the answer came out, it exploded in Uncle Li's mind like a rock breaking the sky. Instantly, scenes from a long time ago but very familiar flashed before his eyes: Dong Fu's death, everyone's panic, A Qiang's woodenness, and the calmness of the twenty-three classmates. It turned out that all the strange things that could not be explained were hidden in these six words. Uncle Li finally woke up from his memory and looked at He Jianfei who was standing quietly beside him and watching him without saying a word. He pulled the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "The answer is really difficult to solve. Our student union back then was considered to be full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There were many smart people…" He Jianfei thought for a while and knew what Uncle Li wanted to say. He interrupted and said, "When I was still learning from my master, I liked to guess riddles with my senior brothers. Later, in order to win, the riddles became more and more tricky." Uncle Li saw that He Jianfei understood his meaning so quickly and his intelligence was not inferior to A Qiang. It was natural that he could guess this riddle. The doubts were solved, so he smiled lightly and put it aside.

He Jianfei took out a piece of white paper and wrote down the answer. He read it carefully and said, "It should be correct. The key to the answer lies in the word 'urgent'. Senior Aqiang left not only a serious warning to everyone, but also the key to uncovering the inside story of the whole thing. Just based on this word, it can be determined that Dong Fu did not hang herself because of a misdiagnosis of cancer. Her death must have a great connection with all the classmates in their class. So the fact that Dong Fu's death has a hidden story has finally been confirmed." At this point, He Jianfei sighed for a long time. That sigh was not only the relief of the solution of the strange poem, but also the worry about Aqiang's use of such a tortuous method to warn. It symbolized that there were some unspeakable inside stories in the Ghost Road.

He Jianfei asked Uncle Li about "Jun Zu" and "Ting Zu". Uncle Li was at a loss. He Jianfei thought that he must be heartbroken after Aqiang's death and left the campus, so he naturally couldn't know the legend of the ghost road. The legend has been changed several times, which has gradually distorted the original truth. I'm afraid that this matter can only be known by the student union cadres in 1954. The clues come to an end here. He Jianfei handed the white paper in his hand to Uncle Li and said, "The unjust case is actually not difficult to solve. What is difficult to solve is that it has been more than 50 years. Although most people who know the inside story are gone now, I believe that Senior Aqiang will never be willing to let this major event remain unclear and buried in the sea. At that time, he must have been forced to record the truth in a rather obscure and tortuous way due to some special reasons. It's just that no one could find it at that time, so it gradually evolved into today's situation." Uncle Li nodded and said, "I understand that 'the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it'. Although the whole story cannot be known in detail, Aqiang must have left some clues somewhere. I know all the old cadres who will investigate carefully."

He Jianfei smiled and said, "They are indeed the 'campus duo'."

Uncle Li sighed and said, "There is no need to mention this title anymore. With Aqiang's death, the 'campus duo' will disappear forever in this world." Aqiang's death seemed to have nothing to do with Uncle Li, but why was he so sad? Could there be something else going on? Seeing that Uncle Li was just staring at the direction of the Ghost Road without saying a word, He Jianfei had no choice but to remain silent even if he had many questions. After a long time, the music that indicated the prosperity of the school came faintly from a distance. The simple and elegant melody solemnly spread over this long-forgotten corner, blending with the sobbing of the surrounding woods to form a unique landscape. Uncle Li looked up at the sky and murmured, "This song should only be heard in the world, how many times can it be heard in heaven? This poem should be turned around." He Jianfei was thinking that the school celebration had already begun. If someone saw Uncle Li and I here and asked about it, he would not know how to cover up the lie. Secondly, he was also worried about Tian Yinzhen, so he said to Uncle Li, "The school celebration has already begun. People from the school may come here at any time. If they ask us why we are here, it will be difficult to answer. Let's just go ahead." Uncle Li nodded and left this desolate place side by side with He Jianfei.

It is not known whether it was destined by heaven or one of them intended it to be so. On the way to the square, they happened to pass by the bronze statue of Sun Yat-sen. The warm sunlight drew a few golden rays behind the statue. The faint halo showed colorful phantom colors under the refraction of the sunlight, which looked extremely magnificent and gorgeous. Mr. Li could not help but stare at it deeply. In his mind, the statue was not just a statue, but a monument of his close friend in his youth without an inscription. "Aqiang, you have been dying with your eyes open for more than 50 years. This time I will definitely let you rest in peace." As soon as the voice fell, there was a slight sound of a woman crying from the direction of Chigangding. The two looked at each other and smiled, trying to hide the slight horror on their faces. The steps that could not lie were getting faster and faster…

"He Jianfei, what are you doing? Where did you go when I asked you to pick someone up? Who is that behind you? Do you have the guts to kidnap an old schoolmate?" Chairman He saw He Jianfei, who had disappeared long ago, and immediately ran over angrily to question him. What do you mean by being active? He Jianfei actually still refused to join the student union. He Jianfei was frightened by his aggressive momentum, and just as he was hesitating about how to introduce himself, Mr. Li said, "Oh, my last name is He, and I'm from the class of 1954."

Chairman He immediately put on a smiling face and said, "So it's Uncle He. I'm the current chairman of the Student Union and my last name is He. We really were from the same family five hundred years ago. Haha, I'm sorry that I didn't do my job well and selected some unqualified people to pick you up, causing you to be late for the school anniversary ceremony." Having said this, he felt that his words were a bit out of place, so he turned around and angrily said to He Jianfei, "Tell me! How did you receive Uncle He? If you can't tell me, I'll deduct five points from your total score!" He Jianfei quickly thought of an excuse and said, "He…he had no one to greet him, so he got lost because there were not enough people."

"how about you?"

"Well… I'm lost too. How else could I have run into him?" Looking at He Jianfei timidly facing Chairman He's bulging eyes that were distorted by excessive anger, and recalling He Jianfei's high spirits when he solved the strange poem puzzle just now, Mr. Li finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the haze in his heart was temporarily swept away.

After Uncle Li left, He Jianfei felt relieved. After all, Aqiang found a clue. The "Jun Zu" and "Ting Zu" in 1951 were not far from the time of Dong Yu's suicide. There must be a great connection between the two. Perhaps once the mystery of Dong Yu's suicide is solved, the truth of "Jun Zu" and "Ting Zu" will be solved. Thinking of this, He Jianfei slowly put the matter aside and waited for Uncle Li's news. But strangely, there was no news from Uncle Li for two consecutive months. I don't know if it was because of his relationship with Uncle Li, but there was no movement. He Jianfei made dozens of calls in a irritable manner, but Uncle Li's mobile phone always had that gentle female voice: "Sorry, the user you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please call again later." He Jianfei intuitively felt that something was wrong, but due to the approaching final exams and heavy review tasks, he had to suppress the idea of ​​going out and prepare seriously.

Finally, the final exams were over and the school had already started the winter vacation. Because the last subject was English, which He Jianfei was best at, He Jianfei used all the time to review for the winter vacation. He wanted to find out where Mr. Li had gone to, go to Mount Wutai to find out the cause and ask his senior to come down the mountain to help, and visit the president of the student union in 1951… A whole sheet of 8-page white paper was filled with so many things that even New Year's Eve and the first day of the new year were not spared.

Today is the day before the winter vacation. Tomorrow we can take the train to Mount Wutai. The luggage was packed a few days ago. Most of the students in the class went out to have fun. He Jianfei reviewed the commonly used spells and felt upset. He looked at the empty bed next to him and thought of the bleeding face. He couldn't help but sighed secretly. He put away the spells and took out the Wutai Mountain secret divination cards to calculate what time Yinzi would call. After He Jianfei arranged the array, he began to chant the spell to the main card: "The origin of all things' spiritual wisdom…" Before he finished speaking, the cards around the main card began to move and the speed was getting faster and faster. He Jianfei looked at the spell book and was stunned for a moment. It turned out that this set of Wutai Mountain secret divination cards had its own independent will and was not controlled by the owner. The divination cards did not wait for the owner to move and order, but moved first. Most of the time, there were things that needed to be informed to the owner first, so they would make other predictions regardless of the owner's request. Firstly, He Jianfei didn't like fortune-telling, and secondly, fortune-telling cards rarely made automatic predictions unless it was a major event. So He Jianfei had only heard from his master that fortune-telling cards had this function. Now that he saw that it was indeed the same as the legend said, he couldn't help but put down the spell book and watched with great interest.

After a dazzlingly fast movement, the divination cards finally stopped moving, and each card returned to the initial semi-circular shape of the Eight Diagrams. He Jianfei was a little surprised to see that the main card had moved to the outermost layer. He opened the cards one by one according to their size and said, "The left is the Azure Dragon, the right is the White Tiger, and the center is the Vermillion Bird…" Suddenly, He Jianfei was so shocked that the cards in his hand fell to the ground, and his body became stiff and motionless. The hexagram in front of him looked so familiar. Could it be… Could it be that the hexagram he calculated was a great omen hexagram that he had never seen before but only heard of! He Jianfei hurriedly messed up the card array, but his body was still shaking because of the shock. He carefully compared the order of the great omen hexagrams in his memory with the current deck of cards – it was exactly the same! He Jianfei's heart suddenly seemed to have fallen into a thousand-year-old ice cellar. The words of the master explaining this great omen hexagram seemed to be in his ears: "This is a great omen. This sign predicts the arrival of the god of death. The road to the underworld is unstoppable."

"Death is coming… Death is coming… Is it me or Yinzi?" He Jianfei stood up and muttered to himself in a state of confusion. Suddenly, a strange sound was heard in the dormitory, as if some metal objects were rubbing against each other. He Jianfei's face changed drastically and he quickly looked around the dormitory. It was quiet and there was no movement. Could it be that the fortune-telling cards were still giving an alarm? He Jianfei lowered his head and happened to see a faint black shadow swaying gently on the pile of chaotic cards. The soul-calling bell! He Jianfei recognized the shadow almost at first sight. Sure enough, the soul-calling bell hanging on the corner of the bed was shaking gently. The sound was the result of the collision between the pendant inside and the bell wall. In order to serve as a warning and shock, the soul-calling bell has always been made of pure gold or pure copper, and it makes different harsh sounds depending on the severity of the wronged ghost. Why is it acting so cautious tonight? Before He Jianfei could figure out the problem, a cruel cry suddenly came from outside: "No! Ah——" He Jianfei stood still at the window like a sculpture. The sound came from the direction of the Ghost Road! The dormitories on both sides were in chaos and many people hurried out of the door.

People began to ask in surprise, "What happened?"

"I heard screaming."

"Hurry up and call the security department to find out whether Liu Che Quanxi is dead or not ." There was a panic-stricken and chaotic situation.

There has been no movement for two months… Today is neither the last day nor the first day of winter vacation… Today is the day before He Jianfei leaves… Today, the Wrongful Ghost Road killed someone. Demonstration! The Wrongful Ghost Road is demonstrating to him! He Jianfei felt his blood boiling and his whole body was shaking slightly due to the complex interweaving of emotions. He rushed to the drawer, took out the relic necklace, put it on his head, and rushed out of the dormitory door like a fly. Huang Dakai saw that he was about to rush out of the building and hurriedly grabbed him: "Where are you going? Didn't you hear the screams from there just now…" He Jianfei suddenly swung his hand and pushed Huang Dakai, making him stagger back a few steps, and said viciously: "Don't stop me!" Then he disappeared in a flash. Huang Dakai stopped and touched his wrist, which was choked by He Jianfei, in shock: "He has become strange since Chuanxun died. Is he the same as that neurotic senior brother?" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shrink his heart. Last month, that senior brother hanged himself on a small tree next to the audio-visual teaching building. It is said that before he died, he was mumbling nonsense like "Xiaofang, I can't live alone". After He Jianfei came back from the scene, he didn't eat or drink for a day. Before the end of the first half of this year, six people have died in the school, far exceeding the record of previous years. Is Liu Che Quanxi dead ? Huang Dakai suddenly remembered that he vaguely heard someone say a few days ago that there is a very evil legend in this school – the legend of the ghost road…

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