037, Red Name Story

After telling Xie Minna's story, Linlang took a sip of water. There was no one in the police car talking, and everyone seemed thoughtful. Unconsciously, Linlang's eyes fell on the ink pupil that was blocked by the darkness and half of his face.

I don't know what she's thinking, is she just as worried and scared as she is? looks so immature, as delicate and fragile as a doll, although she always arms herself with an expressionless face and a smile, she must be like a little girl in her heart, hoping to find sustenance and rely on.

Linlang didn't know what kind of language she should organize to comfort Mo Tong, but just watched her stunned.

Like Linlang, Ye Jian, Xiaobai and even Situ Jianyuan's eyes also fell on Mo Tong! Isn't it too dramatic?

Will she be the tenth red name?

Coincidental?

It's not like a coincidence.

The names on the red list were announced three months ago, and she only recently got involved in this chaos, whose plan was it?

Same name and surname? It's a pity that none of the ten students in the SM school are named Mo Tong - is it an arrangement in the dark?

"Did you see her story?"

Xiao Bai pointed to the ink pupils in the shadows and raised his chin at Linlang.

What kind of story will it be?

"She has no story, only one sentence—"

"A lonely stranger returns to his homeland and dies."

The originally quiet atmosphere seemed even more lifeless, whether it was Su Nuo, Ye Jian, Xiaobai, or even Situ Jianyuan, they couldn't imagine that such a case would have such a bizarre prophecy.

The tenth red name in the red list.

The atmosphere was awkward and silent, and Su Nuo coughed lightly twice, "Ahem, Linlang, tell us all the stories you remember." ”

"I've only had a cursory look at two or three, so—"

"It's okay."

The second woman, Xia Mingyou, died in the school sports hall.

In this world, Heavenly Father's love and punishment go hand in hand.

Heavenly Father will give His most beloved angel the most merciful love—beautiful red dancing shoes.

In the town, every girl who likes to dance longs for a pair of very beautiful and attractive red dancing shoes. When you put on red dancing shoes and dance, you will feel that you become lighter and more energetic.

And this is the same as the legendary red dancing shoe, which has a mysterious magic, and the dancer who gets it will perform the most beautiful dance in the world. But there is also a price to be paid for getting the red dancing shoes -

The cost of life.

Once you put on these red dancing shoes, you will dance endlessly until you have exhausted all your energy.

Whoever can wear the red dancing shoes is the Father's favorite angel, destined to wear them and dance freely, whether in the storm or on the muddy cliffs.

Once the music is played, it doesn't stop.

The red dancing shoes will mysteriously appear on the feet of the second woman. When night falls, the music will play. The red dancing shoes will lead the woman to dance, through the crowd, through the woods, open the gates of the palace and see the prince who has been waiting for her for a thousand years.

Dance.

Dance.

Dance.

found that Xia Mingyou was in the school's sports hall, and only she was left on the stage of the sports hall who lost her feet, and her whole body died of exhaustion.

As for the feet, the police found them under a tree pit outside the sports center, but the mysterious pair of red dancing shoes was missing.

The sixth woman, Zheng Qi, died in classroom 104 of the teaching building.

We're always going to lose something.

Some things can be found if they are lost, and some things can never be found if they are lost!

The little prince had a small wooden horse and accompanied him from childhood to the age of five. As the years passed, the Little Prince's Trojan horse was no longer as glamorous as before. The little wooden horse that lost its color, and gradually the little prince was forgotten. They no longer play happily together.

Wind and rain deciduous caterpillars they all laugh at the poor little Trojan, it is a small Trojan horse that has been discarded. The little Trojan horse is very sad, but he can't change the reality that the little prince no longer loves him.

The termites broke the legs of the little wooden horse, and the small wooden horse, which was still standing, collapsed in the courtyard.

The little Trojan horse was so sad that without his legs, it was even more impossible for the prince to play with him.

Little Trojan's affection for the prince touched the old catalpa tree in the courtyard, and the old catalpa tree asked the little wooden horse.

Why are you so sad!

The little Trojan said, the little prince will never play with me again! And both of my legs were eaten by termites! I don't have any more friends!

The old catalpa tree said, poor little Trojan, grandpa can help you fulfill a wish, what wish do you want?

Little Trojan said, I wish I had two legs and could play with the little prince.

The old catalpa tree smiled and said, Grandpa will grant your wishes!

Slowly autumn came, the trees in the yard began to lose their leaves, and the old catalpa trees also fell golden leaves, like a golden blanket on the ground.

The beautiful autumn scenery attracted a lot of friends, and everyone sang, danced, and played under the old catalpa tree in the yard, which was very happy. The little prince also played happily in the yard with his friends, and the moment he picked up the golden leaves dropped by the old catalpa tree, the little prince lost his legs. Only the broken upper body of the little prince crawled helplessly in the courtyard, dragging out a bright red bloodstain.

The little wooden horse gained two legs, and it was finally able to stand again, waiting for its little prince in the wind and rain.

In this lonely courtyard, the little prince never returned.

The little prince lost two legs, and he would ask the sixth woman for those two legs!

"As for the ninth story, the ninth woman, Linlang, died in the boys' dormitory." Linlang took a deep breath, and the stone that pressed on his heart seemed to be halfway down at this moment. Glancing around at the people who were still immersed in the story, maybe they wouldn't blame themselves if the story wasn't told! But is that good? Will it affect the solving of the case?