Chapter 82 Please start your performance
No Return
Trapped in memories, he lit the match unconsciously. The faint flame danced like a candle bean, and the smoke filled the air. A dream seemed to blur before his eyes.
The past comes to mind little by little.
The faces that were broken, painful, or frightened lingered before his eyes.
The ragged people knelt down helplessly in front of him, crying and wailing, begging the man in front of them to let them live.
Chou Taifu enjoys this feeling.
Holding the power of life and death, he is as high as a god. Mortals are only worthy of groveling humbly at their feet, praying helplessly in a low voice.
The next second, gunfire spurted out, the sound of sharp blades cutting through skin, and the sound of flesh falling to the ground.
It was sweet to the ear, like the sound of nature.
"Ahem. Ahem."
Zhou Taifu's pupils suddenly narrowed and he coughed violently.
The scene in his memory was full of cracks like a spider web, and then suddenly shattered. He stared at the half-burned cigarette in his hand, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.
The familiar smell spreads in the nasal cavity.
Sang Ji Ji!
No, it’s dead man’s grass!
This smoke has dead man's grass added to it! !
This is not a rainforest in Southeast Asia. How could such a thing exist?
Just when he fell into extreme panic, a light suddenly flashed in his peripheral vision.
In a position close to the wall.
As if by mistake, he seemed to have received guidance from something, raised his legs, and walked over step by step.
Squatting down, I realized it was a piece of wrinkled wallpaper.
The wallpaper became damp, causing one corner to lift up, exposing the reflective objects behind it.
He stretched out his hand and slowly peeled off the wallpaper.
Behind is a huge mirror.
He was almost half a man tall.
The width is not clear yet, but it is definitely much more than the height.
Due to the dampness, there was a hazy cloud of water vapor in front of the mirror.
Looking at his unclear reflection in the mirror, Zhou Taifu suddenly felt a strange feeling for no reason.
In a panic, he looked away.
In the corner of the mirror, there are several sheets of notebook-like paper taped to it.
He stood up, reached out and took it off.
There are words on the back of the paper, the handwriting is beautiful, and you can guess that it is a well-behaved and quiet girl.
This is a girl’s diary.
I just don’t know why it is hidden here.
He looked at them one by one. Slowly, his speed became faster and faster, and his whole face changed accordingly.
After reading the last line of the last page, Zhou Taifu's eyes stopped at the signature on the lower right, and his pupils jumped unconsciously.
"Chen Yao."
Although Zhou Taifu has never heard of this name, the things recorded in the diary combined with the clues he has already grasped are enough for him to piece together most of the plot.
Half of the mystery has been revealed.
Just when he was about to turn around excitedly and inform Yu Wen that he had found the clue to clear the level, he suddenly realized that from unknown time, there had been silence behind him.
He turned around immediately.
It was dark.
The light from Yu Wen’s mobile phone disappeared.
He turned to look in front of the door, and Feng Lan also turned off his cell phone.
In such a large music classroom, it seems that he is the only living person left now.
He did not call the name of either of them, but made a prompt decision, quickly leaned down, and at the same time extinguished the miniature flashlight in his hand.
He held his breath and hid in the darkness.
Something must have happened, there was a hint of coldness on his forehead, he was sure of it.
Feng Lan didn’t know that there were only two reasons that could have caused Yu Wen to turn off her phone.
First, she found an abnormality nearby, which was most likely a ghost. She turned off her phone to hide herself.
Secondly, he felt a sudden tug in his heart, maybe Yu Wen was dead.
But no matter what, one thing is certain, the ghost must be nearby.
"Crunch——"
The sudden friction sound made his scalp numb.
The sound was extremely close, no more than 5 meters away from him.
He suppressed the fear in his heart and his eyes slowly swept across the faint darkness around him.
No.
No.
Where did this sound come from?
Until——
“Crunch——”
He was startled suddenly, and this time he completely heard the strange sound coming from behind him! !
But isn’t there a mirror behind you?
He turned around slowly and mechanically, as if giving himself time to adapt. His eyes in the mirror were prominent and his face was pale. He was obviously very scared.
Although it was scary, he finally confirmed that the person in the mirror was indeed him.
Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he glanced inadvertently and noticed a blurry black shadow behind him in the mirror.
The shadow's position is much higher than his own.
"Crunch——"
The black shadow shook slightly, and this time Taifu could see it clearly.
He slowly opened his eyes, almost falling out of their sockets, and his mouth was opened wide, but he could no longer make a sound.
It was a corpse.
The body was strangled by a rope and hung from the ceiling! !
The corpse's feet were wearing white ballet shoes, with the insteps tight and the toes pointed downward.
A gust of wind appeared out of thin air in the silent and airtight space, causing the body to sway slightly, and the rope hanging the body made a familiar friction sound.
"Crunch——"
After a sound, the entire music classroom fell silent again.
The sky has darkened.
There are not many street lights on campus. There is only one at a distance, and the light of each lamp can only radiate a small area around it.
Under the street lamp, two figures walked side by side.
"Doctor," the fat man said with a tangled face, hesitantly: "Can you believe what Li Yanwei said?"
Jiang Cheng replied without thinking, "No."
The fat man was startled in his steps. , the look he looked at Jiang Cheng also became strange.
He originally thought Jiang Cheng would say that only part of it was credible, or half-truth and half-false, but he didn't expect Jiang Cheng to reject it completely so directly.
"Please start your performance," the fat man said sincerely.
As Jiang Cheng hurried on, he stretched out four fingers, shook them and said: "Four points."
"Wait a minute!" The fat man hurriedly stopped, then rummaged through the pockets on his body, and finally touched He took out a notebook and a pen, then pulled out the cap of the pen, opened the notebook, and said to Jiang Cheng after finishing: "Just tell me, doctor."
Jiang Cheng glanced at the fat man who was about to take notes and said, "Tsk "A sound.
"First of all -" Jiang Cheng finished his long tone. Fatty really felt that Jiang Cheng had the attitude of his elementary school teacher who gave open classes. "Ten years ago, Li Yanwei was just a student. She just wanted to change classes. It’s okay to transfer classes by yourself. You can also help Chen Yao transfer. She used to Who is she? Is the school run by her family? "
"Secondly, the importance of the anniversary celebration is self-evident. Whether it is a solo dance or not, can this kind of thing really be Chen Yao? Can a freshman who has just been in school a few months decide?”
While the fat man was listening, he was writing down notes in his notebook. Some of the things he didn't quite understand, and he didn't interrupt Jiang Cheng. He marked them next to him, preparing to ask again after class. (End of this chapter)