The original text of Pan Bowen incident (Pan Bowen's mysterious disappearance)

Non-existent classmate 20 13 Thursday, April 25th I will never forget that day and my classmate Pan Bowen who only exists in my memory.

Few people, including my family and friends, will believe what I wrote. They said that I was stimulated by the pressure of study and even doubted my accuracy, so that I spent a period of time after the college entrance examination in deep doubt about reality.

I come from Tanggu, Tianjin. I grew up by the sea, and now I am working as a drifter in an Internet company in Shanghai, living a boring life of 995. Today is August of 18, which happens to be Pan Bowen's birthday in my memory. Let's talk about it.

Tianjin Haihe River

My high school is in Tanggu, a middle school famous for its quality education. The competition in Tianjin college entrance examination is not too fierce, and there is little pressure on everyone in senior three. There are still 43 days before the college entrance examination that day. The fourth class in the morning is physical education class, the last class of senior three, and the schedule will be adjusted after the May Day holiday.

Our physical education class teaches classes. You can choose basketball, yoga, martial arts and other sports, so you will meet other students in your own sports.

My project is badminton, and my teacher's surname is Jin. He can get along well with students, is familiar with Japanese and photography, and is also a die-hard fan of Game King. On the same day, Mr. Jin said a few farewell words to us and recorded a video to cheer for the college entrance examination, so we dissolved the free activities. Some girls choose to go back to the classroom to review, while others stay and play with badminton rackets. After all, it is not easy for senior three to meet such a busy time. I also brought a badminton racket to play with my classmate Xiaowen. If I can go back to that day, I will slap myself hard and then go back to the classroom to study.

At first, we played ball in the aisle. After more than ten minutes, we felt that the sun was shining, so we were ready to find a shady place to continue playing. Then we walked to the front of the dormitory building, which was connected with the canteen. No one has been alive for a long time since the comprehensive day study. /Kloc-L Jun and Pan Bowen of Class 0/0 are playing in the shade of the dormitory corridor.

Pan Bowen is my junior high school classmate. He is in Class Three, and both of them are representatives of English class. L Jun was introduced to us by Pan Bowen. We talked briefly, and then I played with my classmate Xiaowen, and L Jun and Bowen continued to play. Later, Xiaowen thought I was too strong, so he played with Bowen, and L Jun and Xiaowen played together.

Later, Bowen hit the badminton askew, and the ball fell askew into the ventilation window in the basement of the dormitory, mainly because I bought a professional ball from YONEX, and one ball lost my brunch. I made a decision that I regret so far-picking up the ball.

Many basements have this semi-exposed ventilation window.

In order to pick up the ball, we must first enter the dormitory. We didn't have much hope at first, but that day the door of the building was unlocked (usually locked), so we pushed it open with our hands, and it smelled cool and moldy. Pan Bowen offered to pick up the ball, and I agreed to go in. L Jun followed us with good things, and finally left Xiao Wen to show us the racket.

When you push the door, there is a wall. The accommodation regulations are written on the wall and signed in 2003. To the left is the dormitory on the first floor, all of which are old wooden doors, which are left unlocked. At the end is the bathroom, which smells of ammonia, and the stairwell is in a dark corner.

Into the stairwell, it's not very dark inside, and the noon sun can just shine in. It's just that the stairs are littered with tables and chairs, which makes me a little nervous. I told them I wouldn't pick them up. L jun told me that he had come. He was thin and light, and turned over directly. I followed him and pulled the handle for Pan. The three of us walked down the concrete stairs without guardrails, and it took about a quarter of an hour to pile up a lot of things.

This is a concrete platform that gave up halfway, but I almost forgot everything. I remember there was a road in the basement, but it was blocked by several locks. The periphery is a hall, with an open door connected to the corridor and a light at the end of the door. We were just about to go forward when Pan Bowen suddenly said that he had left the key on the stairs and wanted to go back and get it. I found that there was light on the sunny side of the basement, so I entered the small door with L Jun.

L jun is a little scared. I told him I had my mobile phone and showed him my Xiaomi 2 and 3G signals in the basement. Because I am the president of the school Mensa club (this club is gone), I came to school last summer vacation, and I have the phone number of Z Bo in the guard room, and my second uncle is a comrade-in-arms of the W team. I'm really trapped. I can call someone. It's a big deal to get two fault sheets (a mobile phone and three cigarettes were found in our school, and three fault sheets were accumulated in one day to go home for reflection, and five Zhang Deyi's punishment in the file), and it won't do us any harm to take the college entrance examination.

L jun and I went in together. I didn't know what was going on inside the door. The light is just ahead, but I just have no sense of direction. There's nothing I can do to take a step back. Anyway, this is not where we lost the ball. We turned around and it was as empty as an underground parking lot. I wasn't afraid then. I feel my blood gushing out. I told l jun to run to the light, and we didn't know how to get there. At the end, there are stairs. I remember when we saw the light, we even got up rolling and crawling.

We came out of the corridor of the primary school, facing the back door of the school. At the moment when we went outdoors, L Jun and I forgot everything and gasped. Next to a group of primary school students, it should be noon, so we went out with the flow of students and parents, and went back to school directly from the back door without buying lunch.

According to the schematic diagram of that day, my high school should be the only school building in Tianjin that is not due south, even though the newly-built campus of Haihe Education Park is not so inclined.

When I entered the class, I saw Xiao Wen. He said that I couldn't come out with L Jun, so I went back to class with my racket. I asked him what happened to Pan Bowen's racket (Li Ning's is also quite expensive). He said doubtfully who Pan Bowen was, and I said it was the one who played with us in 10 class. Then he argued for a while. He insisted that he didn't know Pan Bowen, and I lost in filming.

After the afternoon self-study, I went to 10 class to find Pan Bowen. As a result, I met Mr. L head-on He blushed and said a lot of excited words to me, so loud that everyone in the corridor looked at us. What's wrong with me? He shouted at me that Pan Bowen was missing, and my heart thumped, saying that he wouldn't fall in. L Jun was in tears at that time, saying that they all denied Pan Bowen and said that L Jun was insane. Then the monitor, Mr. X, happened to pass by, thinking that we had quarreled and came to make peace. 10 class people keep coming out, saying that Teacher L is stimulated and may have heatstroke. I asked a passing girl where Pan Bowen was. She told me that Teacher L had been talking about a person named Pan Bowen since she came back at noon, but there was no such person in class 10. I don't know what the hell is going on.

After listening, I quickly went downstairs to the dormitory. As a result, the dormitory door was locked as usual. I was soft there and my head was buzzing. The first class in the afternoon was chemistry. I forgot everything the teacher said, but I didn't listen to a word. After the first class, I went to see Mr. Jin. As a result, there was no name in the column of 10 class. I asked him who Pan Bowen was.

I don't want to describe how the afternoon passed, but Xiao Wen insisted on ignoring me all afternoon. According to the head teacher, a middle-aged male Chinese teacher, a man in class 10 was under too much pressure for the college entrance examination, and his parents took him away and said nonsense. By the way, he told us a cold joke, saying it was to let us decompress. After a few words, he started talking again until the Lakers-Warriors game ten days ago.

On the way home at night, I wanted to watch my mobile phone log in to QQ, but I found that I died inexplicably. According to common sense, the battery life of any mobile phone is not that bad. I turned on the computer for the first time when I got home, only to find that Teacher L was kicked out of the grade group. He seems to have sent more than 100 messages about Pan Bowen, and replied to me 99+. I searched for Pan Bowen with trepidation. Without this good friend, I almost fainted. My sister saw me turn on the computer and said that I wanted to use CAD, so I charged the millet.

Turn on the computer, and the displayed time is 1 970 65438+1October1day 1 1:52. I still remember that picture, but the time was normal after connecting wifi, QQ logged in overtime, and there was no record. Most of the contents of the album are damaged, except for the pictures saved in the post bar. I don't know how I spent that moment. Since then, this Xiaomi 2 can't use the camera alarm clock and compass. After the repair, the store said that the gyroscope was broken and the lens was fine. The camera was used by me to brush MIUI V5 after the college entrance examination.

These chats are recent.

Former classmates still have no impression of Pan Bowen.

Pan Bowen, it seems that he doesn't exist. Everyone thinks that he doesn't exist except L Jun. I still remember his student number, but when I saw the roster again, the whole student number of his class moved forward by one place.

I told this story at dinner, and the result was "You don't have a fever, do you?" Later, my sister (master of natural medicine) dragged me to the psychological department of Medical University Hospital for treatment on weekends. I still remember clearly that I was received by a doctor named Yang that day. Finally, he told my family not to take it personally. I am under great pressure in the college entrance examination.

My reaction after that was very dull, but I was afraid to go to the gate of class 10. /kloc-the head teacher of class 0/0 also looked for me and told me that Teacher L was emotionally unstable, so don't approach him rashly. Mr. L was quiet until the second mode.

When I took the college entrance examination, I thought I could go to Nantah. I experienced an avalanche and failed physics. 120+ Chinese, 140+ math (Tianjin paper is easier than the whole country), and 2 1 1 went to a school in southwest China. Xiaowen went to Beijing to study civil engineering. Teacher L fell from the level of 2 1 1 to Tianjin Institute of Technology, and lost contact when he was a sophomore, just right. If Pan Bowen still exists, it should be the level of C9.

I remember Pan Bowen's primary school-Xingang No.4 Primary School and junior high school-Tanggu No.2 Middle School. His birthday-1August, 1996 18, even his family's residence, an old community in Xingang Street, he made an appointment to play the game Isu IV: Jyukai of Selse Tower with me after the college entrance examination. He likes Xu Liang's songs and is a fan of TEDA team, but I just can't prove his existence.

Later, I found more places to think about fear:

1. I remember Xiaomi launched a mobile phone equipped with WP8, but this is not the case.

2. Remember that Star Trek 2 was launched in February of 13, and it is regarded as the pinnacle of domestic animation. I didn't catch up because the college entrance examination was coming, but now 17 has only one "storm Famila".

I remember that both Tianjin University and Nankai University had campuses in Jinnan when they were primary schools, but they moved in recent years.

I remember that the station in the middle of Tianjin Metro Line 9 is Tanggu-Zhanbei Road-Yuanyang City-Zhongxinzhuang-Steel Pipe Company instead of Tanggu-Hujiayuan-Zhongxicun-Steel Pipe Company.

I remember seeing a sci-fi/horror movie called Lightning, which received rave reviews. The protagonist is Chen Fan and his wife is Lin Dai. It is starring Eric Wang and Deng Jiajia, and besides the script, the story is very wonderful. As a result, there is no such movie in Douban.

As reminded by other netizens, this film should be Liu's original work "Ball Lightning", and the online display has not yet been filmed.

The following is the update of 20 19.8.20:

I'm either an online writer or a code farmer, so there's no need to make up stories here with my long weekend speeches to impress the public. What's more, I haven't set foot in Tianjin for two years, so there is no need to write horror novels to scare a group of strangers.

I once suspected that I was suffering from mental illness such as hysteria or paranoia. In recent years, I have also made appointments with many psychologists, and the conclusion is that there is a lot of psychological pressure. I really wanted to be diagnosed for a while, but it backfired.

I have a really good relationship with Pan Bowen. The head teacher of junior high school is Jiao Liu Mathematics. We are all representatives of teacher Xu's English. Special thanks to xu teacher, whose excellent teaching ability has improved my English. Send Pan Bowen to Zhejiang Bus Station every night in the third grade 107, and then go home. Pan Bowen lives in Beilun. I went to his house in the summer vacation after the senior high school entrance examination. Although I don't remember the house number, I vaguely remember a street sign of Xingang Road Brigade and a very high telephone pole. His family remembers that it is a one-bedroom apartment, and the specific details have been forgotten.

His father should be in a state-owned enterprise, and his mother sells cosmetics in Zhongyuan Department Store. Because she gave my sister a Dior make-up, which I remember clearly. Pan Bowen prefers playing games. We have played from the legend of Hu Zhentan to Laogun 5. I also gave him a mimika in the second grade. There was an elf named Hamlet on the sailboat that year. He wrote down my number.

I remember near Pan Bowen's house.

In high school, he was very low-key, vaguely remembering that he did not enter the student union. It seems that he took part in the football match, but he can't grasp the specific information. When he was a freshman in high school, Pan Bowen once wrote mathematics in a political class, which was discovered by the teacher. He was also taken out and scolded. He spoke to me, so I still remember it deeply.

He is also good at physics. He often learns the teacher's dialect. He borrowed a copy of Higher and Better Physics with his name on it. If I can go back to Tianjin, I'll rummage through it. What impressed me the most was the day in Tomb-Sweeping Day in 1 1. Pan Bowen and I went to TEDA Football Stadium to watch the final 1- 1 draw between TEDA and Melbourne Victory Team.

A lot of strange things happened after I came out with L Jun that day. I remember there were three rounds of review. In mathematics, I chose 4-2 to talk about matrices and 4-6 to talk about number theory. I can't figure out the Lagrange interpolation polynomial of 4-6. The math teacher also told me that people are stupid all their lives, so you can just divide polynomials by binomials you don't want. Results the college entrance examination found that there were no big questions about number theory and matrix. I thought the practice of changing the matrix in the distribution table had changed this year. Results I came to a conclusion through various channels that 13 only Jiangsu and Shanghai learned 4-2 and 4-6, and I didn't learn anywhere in the country! ! ! That is to say, I can't be wrong, because I used interpolation in my later programming, and my colleagues taught themselves according to GitHub, but where did I learn it?

Pan Bowen is thin, wears glasses and has fair skin. It has been deposited in my memory for so many years that even my impression of him is blurred. You can say I made it up, but what's the point of making it up? If my writing is good enough to write to the starting point, then why don't I just make up an East China province, named Aotian Long, and post it in Tianya Post Bar directly?

If I make friends here out of nothing, I must first build an irrefutable world view system, and then continue to add details in order not to expose the facts. If I made it up, why should I introduce specific geographical information and mathematical knowledge points or even cosmetic names that straight men don't understand? Pan Bowen is my friend. Everything I write will make me feel that I am consuming him. Sometimes I don't know if it's fear or helplessness.

Since the college entrance examination, I have fallen into deep doubts about myself more than once, and writing it will be a tree hole.

The following contents are updated on 20 19.8.23:

I'm going to the hospital tomorrow. In the previous medical visit, I haven't told the truth about it. I will show this article to the doctor this time.

I contacted L Jun and will see the results in the hospital tomorrow. Thank you, I decided to work hard.

The following contents are updated on 20 19.8.24:

Today is August 24th, and I went to the hospital. The doctor didn't care about this article at all, and suggested not to pursue it if it didn't affect my life. L jun, I don't think he wants to touch this matter again. Answer: I work on Sundays. Sorry, I can't reply. I was invited to visit Pan Bowen's house. In fact, I passed by there many times after the college entrance examination, but I didn't know the specific location. As for graduation photo in junior high school, of course I turned it over. I couldn't find Pan Bowen in the photo the night he disappeared. Graduation photo High School was filmed at the end of May. At that time, it was popular to fill in alumni records, and his page should be at the forefront, but there was never that page. Time has diluted other emotions, and I can't restore every move at that time.

The following contents are updated on 20 19.9.22:

Today is the weekend. It is foggy, rainy and windy outside Sichuan sand. I can't help thinking of my friend Pan Bowen. I don't know where he is, or the comment area makes me doubt that he is the person I imagined to relieve my troubles. Don't want to be too entangled.

What I can still recall is that Pan Bowen's hometown moved to the west of Tangshan, Hebei Province, because he told me about the underwater Great Wall and two famous scenic spots in xifengkou. I have chased the online article "A Little Soldier of the Border Army in the Late Ming Dynasty" before, and I was deeply impressed by xifengkou, Lengkou, Jielingkou and other Jiyun town fortresses.

When joking at ordinary times, he cooperated with Zhao He, the salesman of the Spring Festival Evening, in the comic dialogue Cosmic Cigarettes. But I'm not sure because Tangshan dialect is also spoken in several places in Tianjin.

Zhexiao bus station

The place where Pan Bowen was sent home every day in junior high school.

As for Pan Bowen's home, I have racked my brains and can't remember too many details. I didn't mean to hide it. This memory has been vague for some reason, as if it had been erased by something. If I really make up stories, I will definitely write a book about his family. One-bedroom, one-bedroom and ordinary old-fashioned residential areas in North China were also built in this way, imitating the Soviet form. I'm not on my way after school with him. I live near the railway station and he is near the port, but because my home is close to the school, I can send him to the station to chat games every day.

I found a lot of information in the comment area, and all the alumni of primary school, junior high school and high school came out, so I won't say more about it. There are many people in the company who are related to my colleague Zhihu. Someone once jokingly asked me if I sent this article. If the leader and HR see it, it may have an impact on my future work.

Finally, attach a recent chat record with high school classmates.

Follow-up fermentation The following netizens hotly discussed the explanation of the later version, and thought that L Jun was not a classmate but an acquaintance, and Xiao Wen was someone else in the circle. This explanation seems to point entirely to making up stories, not to the category of mental illness. I don't know if it's true or not.

Say it?

My opinion [a flash of inspiration]

This net article can cause a sensation. The first is the authenticity of empathy. Secondly, netizens have had their own secrets and incomprehensible past. Some netizens hope that there will be dramatic events in reality. There's nothing wrong with that. In this angular world, people still need to have their own imagination. China, with a population of 65.438+0.3 billion, has nothing strange that can't be polished. Not everyone's stories and secrets can be written in detail and clearly. Superstition and fantasy always reveal the secrets that people need to explore most.

If one day something happens to us that cannot be explained clearly, will others listen to it as a story?

What do you think of this matter? Write down your opinions and feelings and compare comments?