At that time, I was just curious, how could Jiahao buy a red book for a boy. At that time, driven by curiosity, I unconsciously stretched out my hand to see what this book looked like. I thought it was a very ordinary act, but I didn't expect it to be the beginning of my nightmare.

As I carefully pulled the notebook out of my desk, I felt a very ominous premonition just by looking at it. The book looks very old.,It looks like a product of many years ago.。 And there is no pattern on the cover, only two crimson strokes printed on it, and those two words are "love letter". No, it's not so much that it's printed, but that someone wrote it with their fingers dipped in blood. Messy, sloppy, with a belly full of resentment and unwillingness, madness and paranoia. When I look at those two words, I can feel a chill to my bones.

To be honest, I was horrified by this notebook at the time. I have never seen such a horrible text, and I never imagined that a person could write words like this, as if with emotions, appeared vividly in front of my eyes.

At that time, in the end, I finally held back the fear in my heart and opened this terrible book. Because I just can't figure out what Jia Hao would write in this kind of script.

And to my surprise, when I opened the first page of this book, I was shocked. Because on this page, from top to bottom, from left to right, there are different names written densely with all kinds of pens and handwriting.

You know the feeling of writing the whole sheet of paper without any gaps, just that all the handwriting is crammed together, but you can still clearly recognize each word, each name.

This shocking sight really scared me again. I really can't imagine that this book called Love Letters is actually used like this. But I still don't understand.,Why is there so many names written in this book? And it's clear that none of the names came from one person. How many people have owned this book?,And why did it come into the hands of Jiahao.。

Then I flipped a few pages back, and it was the same as the first page, each filled with names. And when I turned to the last page with the handwriting on it, I was stunned.

The page is not filled with names, but there is a place for about a name. At the top of the empty seat, I could clearly see the names of the two people, and my mind was buzzing.

One name is my missing boyfriend, and the other is Jiahui, who was in a car accident.

My mind was blank and I wanted to try to think about what these two names meant, but a voice told me that it was an illusion, that it was all fake, that I couldn't think about it, I didn't believe it, it wasn't like that.

But even so, there was still a voice in my head that kept reminding me, and I still vaguely guessed that Jiahao must be inextricably linked to the deaths of these two, and even the death of Banbancao next door was inseparable from him.

You know, I was silent at the time. The worst-case scenario is that Liu Jiahao is behind all this, and now, I see his secret, and the next person to die is probably me. I really can't believe that Liu Jiahao, who has been with me through the difficult times all this time, may be the mastermind behind all this.

I really want to confront him face to face, but with this weird book alone, it is naturally impossible to ask anything, and I can't use this thing as evidence to determine that Liu Jiahao is the murderer. And if I do so, I'm in a more dangerous position.

At that moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind me.

"Yu'er, what are you doing?"

I was startled by the sound and my whole body shook.

That's right, that voice is Liu Jiahao's.

It's over, it's over.

I put my hands behind my back in a panic and turned to face Liu Jiahao's direction. And at this moment, because I was too flustered, the movements of my hands were not coordinated, and the book was torn into two copies by me.

And Liu Jiahao obviously noticed this voice, but he didn't say it, but asked me what was the matter.

After that, I pulled out a hand and pointed out to him the topic I didn't understand, and pinned the two halves of the love letter to my waist as he spoke.

Fortunately, things were in danger, Liu Jiahao didn't doubt me too much, and I left his seat smoothly.

But it didn't end there, the real horror had just begun.

……

At this point in the story, the female ghost Yu'er stopped, sat on the ground, and looked at Jiang Muli, who was listening with relish in front of her. Ever since she became a ghost, she hadn't said so much in one breath, and no one, not even a ghost, listened to her.

After all these years, she had been a ghost alone in this empty room. Lonely, lonely, but helpless.

"What's wrong, why did you stop? Don't remember the back? Jiang Muli saw that Yu'er stopped in the middle of speaking, so he asked curiously.

"It's nothing, but I think it's a little rare, it's rare that someone is here and willing to listen to my story." Yu'er smiled and said.

"You think I'd really like to listen to you, if it weren't for the crazy game quest that said that I would have to live until dawn in this dormitory building, and seeing that your room is safe, I really wouldn't want to listen to you tell ghost stories here! And it's a ghost. What's more, there is already a ghost who told me a story today. Anyway, staying is staying, it's better to listen to the story to relieve boredom......" Jiang Muli said in his heart.

But although Jiang Muli thought so in her heart, Yu'er didn't know at all. Seeing that Jiang Muli was so willing to listen to her story, Yu'er really felt that this person was worth making friends. So, Yu'er didn't sell Guan Zi anymore and continued to talk.

……

When I got back to my seat, I quietly put the torn notebook on my desk. Although I'm still very afraid that Liu Jiahao will find out that I took his notebook, but after all, the matter has been done, and if I return it now, wouldn't it be a self-confession.

Therefore, now, I can only bury this matter deep in my heart for the time being, and pray that Liu Jiahao will not find out.

All day, I was scared that something would happen. When talking to Liu Jiahao, he is also cautious to prevent leakage. I didn't even dare to leave my seat at will after class, so I stayed around the love letter that I tore up.

However, even though I was so careful, the accident happened.

At the end of school in the evening, I took advantage of Liu Jiahao's departure to start packing my schoolbag slowly. But when I touched the two love letters that I had torn up that had been placed on the desk, I found that there was only half of them left! I couldn't find the first half of the book with the cover. At that time, I was also in a hurry, and after hurriedly stuffing the remaining half of the books into my school bag, I looked through all the textbooks in my desk like crazy, but even so, the final result was that I found nothing, and I didn't find anything.

To be honest, I was really panicked at the time. I began to try to remember my day at school, hoping to remember when I lost that half of the love letters.

However, the result was in vain. In the end, I still don't know how that half of the love letter disappeared and who will end up in it.

But one thing I can be sure of is that once this thing falls into the hands of Liu Jiahao, the result will be unimaginable.

On the way back from the classroom to the dormitory, I was very careful and kept an eye on the movements around me. I even ran all the way back to my dorm as fast as I could, and then quickly closed the door. Fortunately, there was no danger along the way.

The first thing he did when he got to the dormitory was to open his backpack, take out the remaining half of the love letters, and then quickly closed the curtain and hid in his bed.

In bed, I stared at this notebook, and the more I thought about it, the more wrong it became. I always felt as if something was watching me, and the feeling of being watched was very unsettling.

I kept thinking about the death of Jiahui and others, and the tragedy appeared in my mind like this, whether it was what I saw with my own eyes or what I imagined.

"It's Liu Jiahao, he must have discovered something and took the half of the love letter from me. What to do, I found out his secret, will my name be written on it by him, will I also die! ”

This terrifying and dangerous thought kept coming to my mind, and I thought about it over and over again. I don't know how long I struggled in bed, but when I couldn't hold back my urine and got out of bed, it was already late at night.

I hurried to the toilet and went back to bed again, grabbing a pen by the way.

"If I write Liu Jiahao's name first, and he dies, there will be no chance to write my name again? Am I not going to die? "I don't know why, but this thought popped into my head. But I know,If this book really has this terrible ability,Then wouldn't I become a murderer.。

To write, or not to write. These two thoughts kept fighting in my head, and they came up over and over again. Until the end, I didn't come up with an answer.

I don't know how long it took, but I got up from the bed and sat down on the table with the half of the love letter.

"Write down Liu Jiahao's name, and everything will be revealed, so that everyone can be relieved."

If all this is true, I hope nothing has happened. The cause of everything is mine, and it should be up to me to end everything.

In the end, I still wrote a name in that notebook, I hope, this is fake, Jia Hao is not a murderer.

I wrote it, Liu Jiahao.