"Then have you ever wondered why Yawei can't think of committing suicide in such a good way?"

"This question, to be honest, I can't figure it out." It seems that Cheng Hao's tone is extremely helpless across the screen, "People's hearts are separated from their stomachs, no matter how close people are, they will have their own secrets, if you want to know, then you can only ask her." ”

Ye He was speechless, indeed, this question didn't seem to have any exact answer, and asking back and forth seemed that she was extremely stupid, and it seemed that she was deliberately making things difficult.

Her guess is irresponsible, perhaps, Cheng Hao and Lin Yawei's death have nothing to do with it, and the police can naturally take into account the suspicions she can take into account, and the bloodstains may just be a coincidence.

Although she always felt a little weird.

"Also, while I don't know why you're suspicious of me, I want to warn you that her ex-boyfriend and her roommate are a little more suspicious than I am."

Cheng Hao revealed confidence between the lines, which made Ye He a little weak-hearted, it was true that she didn't do anything wrong from beginning to end, she just wanted to test it.

"Also, you shouldn't be Yawei's hair small."

Seeing this, Ye He's fingertips paused in front of the screen, she looked at the upright horizontal and vertical skimming, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"No, I'm a good friend of hers, I didn't lie to you about this. I'm sorry I did have some doubts about you, but I hope you understand, and thank you for your patience in answering me, I see. ”

“.... I'd love to. ”

Cheng Hao did not return.

The chat record of the two people stopped here, Ye He's heart was confused, and she carefully spread out the pack of napkins in the palm of her hand, looking at it repeatedly, but she ignored that in the conversation with Cheng Hao, there was a more important detail - he clearly guessed that he was not Yawei's hair, but he didn't ask who she was, and how many subtleties were hidden in the last sentence, she didn't realize it at all.

Three days later, Ye He received a courier.

The school's courier is generally sent to the express station, and she will get it by herself with the number, which is unprecedented, but this time the courier called her and sent it downstairs to wait for her to sign.

"This.... It shouldn't be mine. ”

Ye He's first reaction was that she must have been mistaken, she hadn't bought anything from the Internet.

The courier shrugged, "This classmate, I don't know, I'm only responsible for delivery, it is indeed your name and your phone number." ”

Well.... Truly.

Ye He frowned, "How could it be, could it be that someone sent it?"

She took a look, the delivery party on the courier list was very strange, there was no address and no source, the sender had no name or surname, she knew few people, and she didn't know who else would travel thousands of miles to send her something.

"Please sign for it."

Obviously, the courier has other goods to deliver, and he has no time or patience to help her answer questions and decrypt here, and Ye He is embarrassed to delay other people's work, so he signed for it in a daze.

When she returned to the bedroom, the more Ye He thought about it, the more wrong she became, she opened the courier in confusion, and the gray courier box turned out to be a delicate small gift box, which made her even more confused.

Be.... Buy a gift for her, won't you?

Her birthday is still early, oh, even if it's her birthday, no one will remember it, and no one will give her a birthday present.

Ye He even thought of Lu Qiyan, because it seemed that no one would know her phone number except him, but this idea was quickly rejected by himself, no, others were in a hot fight with female stars in Vancouver, so they didn't bother to do this kind of thing.

Holding her stomach full of doubts, she opened it layer by layer, the gift box was not large, but it was stuffed with a lot of plastic paper and anti-collision foam, and when it came to the last layer, Ye He seemed to have touched some slimy liquid, accompanied by a disgusting fishy smell.....

Her heart skipped a beat, and she had a vague premonition of bad luck, so she immediately stopped moving.

However, it was too late, and the moist bright red spread from the depths of the box, dripping out, cold and cold, partly cloudy, partly congealed into gelatinous form.

This is, blood?

When Ye He saw what it was, she suddenly felt a cardiac arrest and was cold all over her body - it was a dead mouse wrapped in plastic paper.

The mouse's corpse had become very stiff, its gray fur stained with blood, and it stared at a pair of whitening rigor as if it had reproduced the pain it had suffered before it died.

Ye He's chest seemed to have been hit several times by a huge pendulum, her ribs were shattered, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't speak, and she couldn't breathe, she was scared, nauseous, nauseous, turning over the river and the sea, and the fishy smell stimulated her senses, making her want to spit out all the lunch she had eaten immediately, and vomit it cleanly.

"For you, classmate Ye He, I know who you are."

Next to the mouse, there was a card that was also stained with blood, and only one sentence fell on it.

For you, classmate Ye He.

He knew who she was.

So, who is he?