After passing through this garden, it was the back wall of the bathhouse. When he came to the boiler room, Jing Jian ran in without stopping. The old Geng on duty liked to drink two cups and often took a nap at night. As long as he walked lightly, he was no different from a dead pig. He came to the back of the boiler room a few steps, stepped on the pile of coal, climbed up the wall with both hands, and flew into the air, and crossed the wall cleanly and steadily on the lawn. And in front was the school dormitory area...

Climbing up the water pipe, gently opening the window, entering, and coming to the corridor. After taking a few steps, he came to the upper floor. He ran quietly to Wang Ruolin's dormitory door, knocked on the door, and shouted softly: "Old Wang, open the door, open the door quickly..."

While shouting softly, Jing Jian turned the door handle. A little surprised, the door was not locked. Jing Jian pushed the door open and entered the dark room. He couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "This old king forgot to lock the door again."

He pressed the switch, but the light did not light up. Only then did Jing Jian remember that it was time to turn off the power and lights off. Taking advantage of the vague light outside the window, Jing Jian touched Wang Ruolin's bed: "Old Wang, wake up, wake up quickly... Huh?"

There was no one on the bed. Jing Jian turned around and looked for it in the dark, but accidentally hit the writing desk. He rolled onto the ground. He squatted down and went to the ground. It turned out to be a flashlight. He pushed the button and tried it, emitting a light. Fortunately, he was not broken.

Taking advantage of the light, Jing Jian searched for a circle, and unexpectedly, there was no one in the dormitory. Suddenly, he found a few pieces of paper pressing on the writing table. Jing Jian picked it up in confusion, glanced at it for a few seconds, and was immediately shocked: "Damn, why... suicide note? Fuck!"

Forced himself to calm down, but he was scolding: "I'm paralyzed, I'll leave for a few days. What's going on? Why did I find a shortcoming? Male Gobi...!"

After a rough stroke, there were three suicide notes. One was left to the school, which was written in full of regret, messy, and incoherent; the other was left to the family, which was also messy, which was some longing and repentance for their parents and family; the last one was left to Jing Jian, please organize the paper on the new theorem and hand it over to Huaqing, which was considered to make up for the "big mistake" made...

"Fuck!" After reading it, Jing Jian wanted to tear the suicide notes to pieces. What is the most important content? Why did he commit suicide? No, no, no, there are more important contents? Where to commit suicide? How to commit suicide? No, no, no, no, there is a more important content? Where to commit suicide? Nothing left behind?

Forced myself to calm down again, trembling hands, and looking through again, suddenly, a few lines of words jumped into my eyes: "...Death is not terrible, I am the only one on that road. This world seems to be mine; I also feel like I am beyond my usual self and have entered another world..."

"The moonlight in the lotus pond? Do you want to play with literary youth?" Jing Jian cursed angrily, and his mind suddenly shone. "The moonlight in the lotus pond?" He folded the suicide note and the copy paper, stuffed it into the inner bag of his shirt, and put it away. Jing Jian quickly opened the window, flipped out, climbed downstairs a few times, and ran straight towards the lotus pond...

No matter whether it is right or not, a dead horse must be a living horse. I also thought of Wang Ruolin once boasted about how he passed the swimming exam in his physical education class. In fact, he was very afraid of water and clouds. The more Jing Jian thought about it, the more likely he felt, and hoped that Wang Ruolin would not play any other tricks...

He ran to the lotus pond, walked back and forth on the shore, anxiously shining the flashlight around the pond, shouting: "Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"

Suddenly, the woods beside him were "very rippled". Jing Jian turned around and looked in the direction of movement: "Who? Come out!" He saw a pair of male and female classmates appearing in front of him tremblingly.

"We..., not..." It was actually a couple who were dating here.

Jing Jian was not interested in the pair of wild mandarin ducks and shouted at them: "Are you there just now? Have you seen anyone jump into the lake?"

"Put the pot?" The male classmate looked confused.

"It's just someone who dives into the water and commits suicide!"

"Suicide? We... haven't been here for long?" the female classmate replied with trembling courage.

"No?" Jing Jian yelled in anger, scaring the lovers to death.

The male classmate quickly replied: "It seems that he heard the sound of water, but he didn't hear it clearly."

"How long did it take?"

"It's about ten minutes!"

“…”

Jing Jian ignored him, squinted his eyes, followed the light of the flashlight and observed the situation on the lake surface. It was quiet, and Jing Jian's heart became heavier and heavier. Suddenly, he found that there seemed to be a continuous stream of blisters on the lake surface more than 20 meters away. Without saying a word, Jing Jian stuffed the flashlight into the male classmate's hand: "Sign it to that place." Then, he took off his shirt, stepped on his shoes, and swam to that place...

My mind was already blank, so I thought I would never make a mistake. I stroked a few times and felt that I had already swam. I stood up and shouted to the shore: "Is it? Is it here?"

"It's here. I'll follow it!"

Jing Jian stabbed another fiercely and dived into the water. The bottom of the water was dark, and Jing Jian touched his hands and feet everywhere, hoping to touch something. Suddenly, he felt that he had grabbed an arm. He grabbed it and swam desperately to the water surface. With a "slam" sound, it finally revealed the water surface. Jing Jian held the head of the man under the water and swam up to the shore.

After a glance, it was Wang Ruolin. The men and women on the shore were also shouting excitedly: "There are really people, there are really people!", "He fell into the water!", "Save it!"...

Jing Jian cursed in his heart, what are you shouting? Can you do something useful? Gasp, Jing Jian shouted: "Go... go and call someone, the infirmary! Hurry... go!"

"Oh!" The man and woman finally understood. The female classmate took the flashlight, and the male classmate ran to the infirmary while shouting: "Someone has fallen into the water! Save people quickly!"

With the help of the female classmate, Jing Jian rushed to the shore, and saw that Wang Ruolin was pale and no longer breathed. When he touched his heartbeat, he didn't feel it.

"What's wrong with him?" The female classmate was a little scared when she saw the dead.

"Don't shake your hands, shine." Jing Jian scolded loudly. He took a deep breath, then spread Wang Ruolin's teeth, digged with his hands, and cleaned up the debris in his mouth. Then, Jing Jian knelt on one leg, bent his knees on his other leg, and placed Wang Ruolin's abdomen on his legs, then held Wang Ruolin's head with one hand so that his mouth was facing down, and pressed his back with the other hand to let the water in his abdomen be discharged as much as possible.
Chapter completed!