"Huhu, death Wu's life. You'd better give me an explanation. I went to the ground so many times in the middle of the night, and I was still holding a knife, you think you practiced martial arts!"

"Ah, why didn't Xu Feng come back!" Seeing the fat man Xingshi asking about the crime, I rolled my eyes and said immediately.

"I'll talk about him later, don't divert from the topic. Look at me, what's wrong! Your fat brother and I have been wise all my life, and I will be ruined by you. ”

I scrambled my bag and slid down the ladder from the top bunk. I looked at the fat man first, and then turned my head to look at Sun Yong. The faces on their faces are all colorful, and the fat man's clothes have a hole in the front, which seems to be exactly the same as Sun Yong's.

"I'll go, I'm not like the fat man, okay? I was taught by my father. Fat man, he made it like this, but before I came back. Sun Yong saw me looking at him and hurriedly explained.

"Fat brother, I can't get rid of you like this, what about the knife? ”

The fat man approached me, and my consciousness tensed instantly, and I suspected that it was another fantasy.

"The knife is gone, the red on your face is blood?" Although the red was similar to the red on Sun Yong's face, it had a slight fishy smell.

"I'll go, you just saw it!" The fat man was very soothed.

"Are you hurt? What did I do? Why don't I remember that I had this problem with sleepwalking. "I looked the fat man up and down, and I didn't want to see any more illusions. After making sure that the fat man in front of me was really fat, I walked around him three times.

"You rummage through your trouser pockets again to see if there's a knife. Sun Yong reminded on the side.

I wouldn't have thought the knife was in my trouser pocket, because who wouldn't feel a knife in my trouser pocket?

"Is this it? It's clear that I'm hiding too white caries in my bag

I quickly took out the knife, and such a large knife was pulled out of my pocket as if by magic.

"Look, there's blood on the knife. Sun Yong shouted.

"Blood, damn it. Why does my leg hurt so much, it can't be that I stabbed myself!" I squinted and screamed.

"It's not your blood, your blood doesn't smell like this. The fat man sat on his bed and said. "At five o'clock this morning, I wanted to get up to go to the bathroom, but I found that my face was bloody, and then I wanted to call you, but who would have thought that you would suddenly get up and dance on the ground. I was just about to go out with a mask when I happened to meet Sun Yong, who was sloppy. ”

The fat man pointed to the hole in his body.

"And then, the fat man, he knew a very powerful master, and he was going to take me with him, but I couldn't resist him, so I went with him. Halfway through, he was hungry, so he bought a few bowls of noodles and asked me to go back to the dormitory first, and he went to wash his face. After that, you'll wake up."

"After all, no one knows whose blood is on this knife, right?"

The fat man and Sun Yong glanced at each other, and then both shook their heads.

I lamented and was about to put the knife in my bag when Sun Yong suddenly screamed, so frightened that I threw the knife on Lin.

He squatted down and flipped the knife over, the blood on the back of the knife was a little strange, it seemed to be a little sticky, even if I touched the refining surface for so long, the font was still there, and it felt like it was deliberately smeared, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.

"Fatty, don't you think these blood are like anything, well, like a few words!"

"Coincidentally, that's what I thought. ”

Hearing them sing and harmonize, I also crouched down and watched.

"Bag, inside, the third word is like a month?" the fat man looked at it halfway, and said without thinking

"No, the third word should be, Sakura??? I emphasize.

"It should be four words. ”??? Sun Yong got up, sat on the stool, touched his chin, and then spoke slowly.

"Four words?" I was stunned for a moment, why are I sure it's just four words.

“?? The fourth word does not seem to appear, but it is clearly on the knife surface. Sun Yong continued.

"Yes, blood! there's blood in the bag!" we said almost in unison.

It seems that this is a dumb sentence.

We took off our bags and put them on the table in front of Sun Yong, while the fat man picked up my knife and took out a tissue to wipe it down.

I put my hand in my bag and acted like I was stealing, and I was afraid. I obviously turned over a stool in this bag in the morning, and if there was blood, I should have known about it.

Could it be that something I've been trying to turn over is wrong? I thought about it, and I always thought that there was some hard thing in the bag, like a stone.

But I overlooked one thing, and that is that Sun Yong's four words may not be accurate.

"There's blood in the bag, and there's a word on the back. "I finally took a letter out of my bag, a letter that had fallen into my bag at some point. "That's the book. ”

I waved the envelope and shook it for both of them.

"Blood letters? This kind of thing is now used as a prop for confession, or it is related to suicide and other suicide notes. Let's see who wrote it. ”

I tore open the envelope, pulled out the bloody paper, and spread it out completely.

First of all, my feeling is that the words are really ugly. Then he looked at the name with some shock.

Huang Jie.

It was a name that none of us wanted to mention.

"Wu Ming, what's wrong with you? Read it, let's listen. ”

I held the letter in my hand, shaking. I was genuinely scared of the name.

"Do you, indeed, sure, want, listen?"

At this time, it seemed to be a lot overcast, and the wind was blowing, but I didn't feel a trace of coolness.

The fat man saw that I was in a trance, and the room was dark, so he went to see me. I was a little unsteady on my feet and fell backwards.

"Wu Ming, what's wrong with you. Sun Yong grabbed me. He took the letter from my hand and glanced at the words.

"Why is he?" Sun Yong opened his mouth wide.

I sat on the edge of the fat man's bed, and I was dressed in a big gulp. From my squinted eyes, I saw that Sun Yong was almost paralyzed on the stool in fright.

"What the hell are you guys. No matter how you look at that letter, it will be, how can it be, he, isn't he dead?" the fat man was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he threw the bloody book back on the table, and he staggered back a few steps before finally sitting down on his own bed.

The lights in the room dimmed a lot, and we were silent and silent. No one dares to speak, this is one of the biggest forbidden words in our dormitory.

Huang Jie was originally one of the five people in our dormitory, but he died unexpectedly during the military training of freshmen, and the cause of death is unknown. His death is a shock to us. So much so that two years later, when I saw the name again, I couldn't believe it.

We didn't dare to look at the letter anymore and turned our attention elsewhere.

"There was a tree on the knife, and there was a man hanging from the tree, and this man was, fat. Sun Yong was surprised.

"What I see is Wu Ming!" said the fat man.

I didn't squeak, because what I saw on the knife face was a smiling Huang Jie.

I avoided their gaze and looked at the blood book on the table, my eyes widening.