The result of this night ended with Zhou Yu's defeat.
I really didn’t expect Zhang Mumu to be so good at pestering people. Even if he excused himself by saying that he was “used to sleeping alone”, he was immediately patted on the chest and guaranteed a separate guest room.
There are indeed guest rooms. Father Zhang and Mother Zhang didn't ask any questions about the friends their daughter invited. They seemed to be used to it. Although the temporarily borrowed nightgown is a bit short, it is not a problem in the air-conditioned room. The only pity is that Zhou Yu didn't sleep a wink all night.
Zhou Yu was mentally prepared for not being able to rest. Since we are going to Fengshan to investigate tomorrow, it is best not to let Zhou Yu realize it this night. As long as he forges the diary after returning, he can minimize the intersection between Zhang Mumu and Zhou Yu to avoid any trouble in the future.
Because of this, she bought enough espresso before being dragged onto the bus by Zhang Mumu, but it turned out to be completely useless.
"Let's watch a horror movie together!"
This invitation, which was not taken seriously by Zhou Yu at first, unexpectedly turned out to be serious. For Zhang Mumu, who rushed into the guest room with his notebook in his arms after taking a shower, jumped on the bed and cheered - maybe it was due to lack of sleep, his mind was close to blank, and he couldn't even think of a single excuse.
"What kind of movie does Mr. Zhou want to watch? I think you will prefer European and American movies, because Mr. Zhou always carries a knife. Female ghosts in Japanese and Korean movies don't like to use knives."
The scary woman on his bed said this and showed Zhou Yu the spectacular collection in her network disk.
It's really unbelievable. Zhang Mumu, who pretends to be a junior high school student, is actually a horror movie lover. That is to say, from the classic horror films that everyone knows, to the relatively niche ones such as "The Cabin in the Woods" and "The Orphan", and even the world-banned films that Zhou Yu only knows the name of, this pseudo-elementary school student has nothing to do with them. Come on, I've seen them all.
Seeing her lying on the bed eating snacks and staring at the computer screen attentively, she was no different from an ordinary girl watching an idol drama. If Zhou Yu hadn't been lying right next to her, he would never have believed that what was going on was a bloody scene of dismemberment and murder.
Although due to the technical limitations of old films, the costumes and special effects were far from real corpses in Zhou Yu's eyes, Zhang Mumu's reaction was definitely not like a normal person. If he hadn't realized how strong Zhang Mumu's nerves were, Zhou Yu would have regarded her as another murderer besides himself.
But thinking about it on the other hand, maybe it was because of being exposed to too many horror movies that Zhang Mumu lost all common sense. Zhou Yu held the knife to her neck that night. In her eyes, it might have been a completely reasonable and routine sexual greeting.
"...Have you been watching these since you were a child?"
Zhou Yu asked calmly amidst the hysterical screams of the film's supporting actress.
"No, I started watching it in college." Zhang Mumu replied intently, "I often watch it during club activities. Will Mr. Zhou come with us next semester?"
"No need. I don't join the club."
Zhang Mumu showed a regretful expression, but he probably focused on the horror movie and did not continue to dwell on this topic. However, as time passed, she seemed to be tired of the same screams and plasma, and slowly rested her head on her arms.
"Classmate Zhou seems to have always been a loner, like a professional killer."
Based on her tone, Zhou Yu thought this sentence might be some kind of "Zhang-style compliment". He was somewhat used to this and replied: "Because I usually live off campus and don't have time to meet my roommates."
Usually friendships are accumulated by getting along with each other. Even if we have been close to each other, once we are separated and there is no necessary reason to contact each other, we will naturally forget and become estranged.
"However, I feel that I am very close to Classmate Zhou. Regardless of whether the person who saved me that day was Classmate Zhou, I still think Classmate Zhou is very powerful. She has that cool and beautiful feeling, like a mysterious female killer."
"...You just can't let go of the word 'killer', right? Let me make it clear first, how it is written in the movie is one thing, but in the end, the killer is a criminal, seeking life for money. This kind of behavior is both bad and inefficient. There is no What is worthy of aspiration?" Zhou Yu stared at the computer screen and replied, "And I'm not a killer."
"No, classmate Zhou is like that kind of killer, that kind of..."
Zhang Mumu's voice became lower and lower. Zhou Yu, who was listening to her words, couldn't find anything to say for a long time. When he turned around and looked over, he found that the other party had fallen asleep on the quilt.
He stared at the other person's face for a while, and finally could only shake his head in confusion and annoyance. That night, he watched four horror movies with Zhang Mumu talking intermittently in his sleep. Until I woke up the next day, a woman's scream seemed to be lingering in my head.
Strangely enough, no matter how curiously the fake plasma and fake corpses were displayed, he found them boring, except for the screams of the women that lingered. The reason may be that compared to splitting the dummy open with an axe, those screams are actually a labor of strength. This should be an instinctive judgment as a murderer.
He ate breakfast numbly and drank coffee. It wasn't until he walked out of the apartment door that he looked at his phone as if he had just woken up from a dream. The time is eight o'clock in the morning. If you solve it within half a day, you can forge a diary in the afternoon and sleep peacefully in your rented house. Thinking of this, he eagerly looked forward to taking wings and flying to the door of Fengshan School for the Deaf and Mute.
Naturally, he has no such superpower. Before opening the map software, Zhang Mumu rushed up from behind, holding his hand and saying in a cheerful tone: "Let's go, let's take the bus."
"...Do you know the way?"
"This is my home!" Zhang Mumu said with a slight surprise, "I'm very familiar with this area. It's no problem to go anywhere from home, but I often get lost when I go home."
This is exactly the opposite of the way-finding ability of homing pigeons. I don’t know what the principle is based on. In any case, Zhang Mumu did recognize the Hongsen Business District and chose the shortest route without any map instructions.
By the time they arrived at their destination by subway, Zhou Yu had completely woken up. Perhaps due to the influence of his dual personality, he needs very little sleep and can think smoothly even in a sleepy state.
"This is it."
The school is quite far away from the center of the bustling business district, and is located in a deserted corner. There are a few humble grocery stores and Chinese restaurants scattered on both sides. The leaves of the trees along the roadside have fallen off, but they are not maple trees, but look more like linden trees. There are several plum trees inside the fence of the school, and they are now full of pink snow-like flowers.
Probably because it was class time, there were not many people in the school. The security guard in the guard room was a middle-aged man with slightly white hair. He smiled when he saw Zhou Yu.
"Xiao Zhou is back again?"
He greeted me warmly and said several words in a friendly tone. Unfortunately, because of his accent, Zhou Yu could basically only understand the opening greetings. As a local, Zhang Mumu also opened his eyes blankly, knowing at a glance that he had no hope.
Fortunately, the guard obviously trusted Zhou Yu, who had come here to take classes before, and quickly took out the visitor registration form and asked them to fill it out before opening the iron door.
After walking into the school, facing the empty green belt in front of the teaching building, Zhou Yu didn't know who to look for. When he was considering whether to mention his amnesia to the manager here to inquire about Zhou Yu's original situation, Zhang Mumu held her arm and said happily: "Let's go to the class and have a look. The kids will definitely see you. You will be very happy!”
She seemed to think that all the people studying here were deaf and mute children. However, according to Zhou Yu's understanding, deaf-mute schools are generally nine-year schools, and there are also high schools and universities. Fengshan is a school run by the elementary school, junior high school and high school. As for the deaf-mute university, there is currently no one in the city.
Migenzhu City itself has a small population. The number of students studying in Maple Mountain from elementary school to high school is estimated to be around a few hundred, so it doesn't take much effort to find them all. And compared to the frequent volunteers, students are much more likely to recognize Zhou Yu, so it should be easy to determine the class. Considering this, Zhou Yu stopped resisting and allowed Zhang Mumu to pull him towards the teaching building. There are three classrooms on the front side of the ground floor, with about twenty students sitting in each classroom.
"It's so quiet..."
When the two of them stood outside the window and watched, Zhang Mumu was also affected by the atmosphere in the classroom and whispered to Zhou Yu in a breathy voice.
Admittedly, there was no sound from any of the three classrooms. Because the courses taught are all mathematics, general studies, and culture classes, students are not required to recite. The students under the podium were also staring quietly in front of them. If this scene were in an ordinary school, it would definitely be considered a top class composed of the best students. Only when the teacher on the stage uses sign language between writing on the blackboard does one realize the special nature of these classes.
When Zhou Yu witnessed this scene outside the window, he suddenly became a little strange.
This is a question that only those with dual personalities can understand, that is, the commonality of knowledge. Before that, although he had no memory of Zhou Yu, he had general social knowledge. Because the former belongs to "declarative memory" and the latter is "procedural memory", it is stored by the brain as knowledge and is not exclusive to a single personality. Therefore, both Zhou Yu and Zhou Yu can use it.
However, at this moment, watching the teacher on the podium constantly gesticulating with his hands, he suddenly realized that he did not understand sign language.
Did Zhou Yu not study when she came to volunteer? Or is this part of the knowledge not shared between personalities? Of course, it is possible to do short-term volunteer work at a deaf-mute school without learning sign language, but Zhou Yu's character also has a stubborn and serious side. Zhou Yu does not think that she will not learn sign language to save trouble.
"Are you nervous, Mr. Zhou?"
His silence when considering this matter seemed to be misunderstood by Zhang Mumu as something else. He shook his head. Just as he was about to explain, the little girl sitting in the far corner of the classroom turned her head unintentionally and saw the two people standing by the window sill.
Because the two of them had been standing outside the back window for several minutes, during which time three or four students had noticed their presence. However, they were obviously not interested in the strange visitors. They only glanced at them briefly and then continued to look at the blackboard. The only exception is the girl sitting in the inner corner. From the moment she saw the two of them, she stared at Zhou Yu blankly, as if she didn't understand the situation. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with a hidden light.
After the two sides stared at each other in silence for more than ten seconds, Zhou Yu suddenly realized. The glint in the girl's eyes was the tears filling her eyes.
