“Castle！”

Kate Beckett looked at Castle, who was awakened by herself, a little speechless, and three black lines seemed to emerge from her forehead. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's really like a bear child who hasn't grown up!

Beckett complained silently in his heart and continued to say to him: "Castle, I know you are still very uncomfortable, but we really can't find any evidence that Jack Johnson bought murder!"

Her heart is also very helpless~

Although Castle found the suspicion of the water glass, after a week of investigation, they did not find the mysterious disappearance of the water glass, and the routine interrogation in the club did not find any valuable clues, so they focused the focus on Jack Johnson again, because he was the person who profited the most after Barbara Johnson's death. They investigated Jack Johnson's bank account records and found several unusual transfers, but after tracking down the overseas account, it was discovered that the overseas account belonged to a shell charity, and the clue was broken here. Jack Johnson also hid behind the lawyer for the first time, and they didn't have much to show in the absence of hard evidence.

Castle was a little sullen, like a child's toy had suddenly been snatched away.

Let's find another toy for the Castle kids!

Beckett covered his face and thought.

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Alex walked out of the classroom with his bag on his back.

He plugged the headphones into the headphone jack on his phone and flipped through the music playlist.

The gentle sound of the guitar stirred his heart, and the somewhat hoarse but penetrating singing voice was like a frozen beer in the summer, from head to toe, deep into the human bone marrow.

Passenger's "Fear-of-fear" is like the most beautiful love poem in Alex's heart, like a touch of the freshest and brightest brightness in the hazy weather, dedicated to himself who is lonely on the road of life.

Especially at this time.

Alex walked briskly towards his dormitory, ready to finish the last wind code of this stage today.

There was a courier-like box at the door of the bedroom.

Alex looked closer, his name was written on it, and the ink on the black marker pen didn't seem to have dried up.

Do I shop online?

Alex had some strange thoughts. But he picked up the box anyway, opened the door and approached the bedroom.

Alan hasn't come back yet, so it looks like he's going to the library to write his graduation thesis.

Alex sat down at his desk and used his scissors to break open the box.

At the top of the box is a map, and below are seven cassette tapes.

"Tapes?" Alex was a little speechless, who would use such a thing as a tape in this era, this could be used as an antique exhibition in the New York Museum.

Alex suddenly remembered something, stood up, and looked over to Pastoral's desk.

Bingo！

Alex reached out and picked up the Walkman, which was the most fashionable Walkman in China in the eighties and nineties, next to the Madrigal desk. When Alan took it out, Alex taunted Madrigal, but Madrigal just smiled.

Some things are old, but their souls are still there.

Alex took out the tape with the number one written on it and put it in the Walkman.

There was a burst of white noise coming out of the headphones.

"Hey, I'm Hannah, Hannah Baker. Yes, don't regulate you... It doesn't matter what device you're using, listen to me. It's really me who is talking to you through this. No encores, no encores, and this time, absolutely nothing is required. Grab a snack, sit back, and listen. Because I'm going to share my life with you now. More precisely, the end of my life. If you're listening to this tape, you're one of the things that ended my life. I can't tell you which tape is about you, but don't worry, your name will appear as soon as you receive this little box. I promise. In conclusion, the rules of the game are simple, with only two points. First, listen. Second, listen to the next person. I hope these two things are not that simple, if I want this thing to be simpler, I'll just give you an MP3. Nothing can have 13 different angles, so when you've listened to all 131 tapes, rewind them, put them in a box, and give them to the next person. ”

"!!" Alex's face turned a little pale. "Why was I picked on doing such a thing??"

"By the way, there should be a map in the box with the tape. I'll mention some of the places in the city, and I'm not going to force you to go there, but if you want to get to know me a little better, check out the ones marked with stars. But even if you throw the map away, I won't know... Really? You see, it's useless to break the rules of the game, and all these tapes are backed up, and I gave them to someone I trust. If this little gift doesn't reach each of you, he'll make all the backups public. It wasn't a whim of mine, so don't do me badly! Not this time!"

"Never have I ever!"

Alex couldn't help but scream loudly.

He put the Walkman in the pocket of his clothes and hurried out of the dormitory with his school bag on his back.

(I originally wanted to end college, but I suddenly saw a very interesting American drama, so I couldn't help but prepare to add a plot to college.) Anyway, have you ever heard of an international friend named Hanchun, the author Jun found that he no longer dared to say that he was the successor of socialism after reading the details today. ）