Short Stories (43)

Gu Changqing couldn't bear to look at it any longer, he only felt that a nameless fire ignited in his heart, what is this called, the cases under his hands happened tragically one after another.

"Is it suicide again?" Gu Changqing smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

Xiaoping nodded: "At present, it is indeed a suicide." ”

Gu Changqing was a little out of strength, except for the first case of the three dead bodies that could be determined to be killed, the remaining three cases one after another could not be determined whether he killed or committed suicide, all kinds of spearheads pointed to suicide, but would anyone really end their lives in such a tragic way?

Gu Changqing didn't want to look at Diedie's corpse anymore, and began to observe this girls' dormitory, which was only more than twenty square meters.

The whole dormitory building is a typical north facing south, so it also separates the north and south yin and yang, and the dormitory in Housen is on the back side that is the shade side, and the sunlight is not as sufficient as the south side, not to mention that there is an extra balcony, although it is early in the morning, it also feels a little gloomy.

The beds of the four girls are on the east and west sides of the dormitory, and the west side by the door is the bed of the missing Ermiao, although no one has lived in it for a long time, but it is also neat, and the blood of the butterfly has not splashed much on the bed inside, and the table under the bed of Ermiao is more miserable, as if it has been painted with a layer of red paint.

The west side of the balcony is the opposite bed of Ermiao, which is Diedie's bed, the whole bed has been miserable, the quilt on the bed seems to have been soaked in blood, and the original color can not be seen, it seems that the first crime scene should be on her own bed, and then fell to the ground.

On the east side by the door is the bed of Housen, which is the only bed in the entire dormitory with a bed curtain, and because of this, the loss is smaller, the color of the curtain is dark brick red, it looks like I don't know why Gu Changqing is a little uncomfortable, because of the inspection, the curtain has been pulled open, revealing the girl's neat bed, white sheets, white quilt cover, white pillow, neat and a little excessive.

Gu Changqing just wanted to set his eyes on Dana's bed, and his afterglow suddenly swept into the small mirror hanging on the wall of the Housen bed, which was very quaint, an oval mirror, and the frame was made of wood, Gu Changqing couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but he was taken aback again, he found that not only were there two mirrors of different heights and sizes hanging on the wall, but also two mirrors were hung on the curtains around the top of his head and the soles of his feet.

He reached out and tore open the two curtains, and sure enough, there were two small mirrors hanging on the outside.

Eight mirrors?

Gu Changqing was a little surprised, do girls love beauty to this extent?

However, looking at Hou Sen's white bed, Gu Changqing also had some understanding, and it is estimated that Hou Sen loves cleanliness and pays attention to himself.

However, I always felt that something was wrong.

At this moment, the on-site investigation was almost done, and a police officer suddenly ran to Gu Changqing excitedly and nervously and came to him with a brown book with clean skin, which looked like a diary, without bloodstains, and should have been hidden.

"What is this?" Gu Changqing took the notebook, flipped through it casually, and asked.

"There is an empty board under Zhang Zemiao's bed! It's like a spy.,I knocked on it all at once.,Open it and see that there's a notebook inside.,It's really okay for college students now.。 ”

Gu Changqing flipped over, the more he looked at it, the tighter his brows became, and he muttered, "Have you seen it?" ”

The man shook his head unconsciously: "No." ”

I saw that Gu Changqing's hand suddenly trembled and turned a few pages back, and suddenly closed with a "snap", and he couldn't control it anymore and ran to the bathroom and vomited.

Although Gu Changqing grew up in the mountains since he was a child, because he was dedicated to practicing martial arts, he had little practice, so his great compassion was not greatly reflected in him.

But now, he suddenly couldn't suppress the complicated feelings that came up from the bottom of his heart.

He put the notebook in the transparent evidence bag, the pot of rotten cooked meat, the little fingernail, and the few broken photos in the open space in the chemical storage room in Guanglin, and drove out Doctor Zhang, who had smuggled out these important pieces of evidence at the risk of making a mistake so that he could come to overtake Xiao Ke.

He changed into a monk's robe that he hadn't worn for many years, and it was already a little small, took out the wooden fish he bought temporarily and the Buddhist beads he brought down from the mountain, sat cross-legged on the ground, and slowly closed his eyes as he watched "her" in front of him.

Because after all, after many years of going down the mountain, Gu Changqing gave up the Amitayus Sutra and chose the Dizang Sutra.

But just before he could say a few words, he only felt that the temperature around him suddenly cooled, Gu Changqing stabilized his mind and did not stop.

But the air around me seemed to be condensing, getting colder and colder, a little too cold.

Gu Changqing stopped the Jizo Sutra in his mouth, exhaled a long breath, relaxed his body and mind, and secretly thought, how long has it been since he entered the meditation?

He smiled slightly, and began to empty himself, it was easier and smoother than he imagined, the faster the temperature around him dropped, the calmer Gu Changqing became.

After a while, Gu Changqing only felt that the things in his mind were cleaned by himself with a small broom, and in the darkness and chaos, he seemed to be still the bald little monk he was back then. ”

No one spoke to answer him, and the little Gu Changqing was not in a hurry, he still sat on the ground peacefully, only to see that suddenly a gray mist quickly gushed out of the end of the darkness, and the speed was extremely fast, and he rushed to Gu Changqing's face in the blink of an eye, but Gu Changqing seemed to have an invisible piece of armor around him, and the gray mist was suddenly bounced away from him less than twenty centimeters, and he quickly retreated a few meters and quieted down.

Gu Changqing opened his eyes, looked at the black mist quietly and said, "Female donor, are you okay?" ”

The gray mist froze suddenly, but it quickly fell silent. After a while, I saw a woman's head emerging from the gray mist, and her long black hair blocked her face, and Gu Changqing couldn't see her face.

The woman seemed to hesitate, and after a while, she finally "crawled" out of the gray mist.

The long black hair was on the ground, and it looked like she was deliberately trying to block her face, and she had no limbs, just a crippled body, and crawled forward a few times, and for some reason, the gray mist suddenly came up and surrounded her again.

Gu Changqing was a little puzzled, so he asked, "Didn't the female benefactor suddenly appear to see me?" ”

The voice in the gray mist was a little weak, a little weak, but extremely clear: "I'm like this, I still don't want to go out to see you." ”

As soon as these words came out, Gu Changqing's heart was inexplicably twitched a few times, and he was a little gloomy: "It's okay." ”

There was a miserable but not self-pitying laugh from the gray mist: "Hahaha, it's okay, it's rare to have people who feel okay." ”

"You, is Dai Xiaoke?" Gu Changqing finally asked. To be continued.

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