Ding Ai paused, and then heard the room continue: "Look at her swagger, I'm afraid I don't know that she is the second generation of rich." The nose and eyes, when we are blind, we can't see that they are whole. I look at the breasts and buttocks, too, and there is no original one on the body. ”

"Alright, there's no one left." Another voice persuaded.

"I think she's ashamed of herself. I feel so dirty and cheap, and the slightest self-knowledge will cut myself off. ”

"Hey, don't you mean that the internal organs are gone! There are no external injuries at all, can this man do it? You say it can't be haunted, right? Another middle school girl sounded, "I heard the senior sister of the last class say, our school, there are 2,000 people during the day and 20,000 people at night." ”

"Ouch, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"I'm not talking nonsense! If you look at the teaching building, I look at it and it's very evil, everyone says, looking at the south gate, the school is in the shape of a coffin lid, and the three flagpoles on the playground are like three incense sticks in front of the coffin lid. ”

"It is said that it means to get promoted to make a fortune, but in fact, it is said that it is to fight poison with poison, because when the new building was built, there was a tofu scum project that caused a worker to die, and the feng shui people said that the time was unlucky, so they couldn't go to the roof of the new building in the middle of the night, saying that the evil spirit could not be suppressed!"

"Hey, you're still addicted to this daylight, aren't you?"

Then there was a commotion in the room.

It was at this time that Ding Ai opened the door and came in.

The three people in the room who were originally nervous because of the supernatural legends and gods in the school were scared enough by Ding Ai, and the girl with big round-framed eyes was even so frightened that she sat on the ground.

Ding Ai looked around and said with a smile: "Morning, everyone." ”

"Y-You! How did we have the key to our bedroom? In a shrill voice, Ding Ai recognized that the other party was the girl who complained about Zhou Jing at the beginning.

The women's dormitory of the School of Arts is unified with four people in one room, with bunk beds, and four places at the head and end of the bed for desks.

Ding Ai pushed the luggage in his hand forward, took a step forward and closed the dormitory door: "My name is Ding Ai, and I was originally a student here, but I took a year off for physical reasons. ”

The bespectacled girl sat up from the ground and wondered, "How can you go back to school halfway?" ”

"Oh, my illness has come and gone, it's been three times, and the academy has taken care of my special situation a little more."

"Oh, hello, my name is Li Duo." The girl with glasses was persuaded by Ding Ai and walked up a few steps to help her with her things.

"Li Yiyi," the mezzo-soprano girl pointed to herself, and then to the people around her: "Wu Yupeng." ”

Ding Ai smiled and nodded at the three of them.

I only heard Wu Yupeng snort coldly, and his tone was still yin and yang: "What kind of disease do you have, it won't be contagious." ”

Ding Ai was stunned for a moment, and finally looked at the girl in front of him carefully.

She is tall and wears a short skirt, and even in the dormitory, she still has a double hatred at her feet. The white facial features look sweet and harmless, but the hanging eyes under the bangs and the slightly high cheekbones make her look a little mean. But the girl's makeup is exquisite, even if the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are a little mean, it does not affect her as a beauty at first sight.

Ding Ai quietly withdrew his gaze and smiled: "No." It's because I'm in poor health and I'm always overworked. How can it be an infectious disease, wouldn't it be a joke for the safety of the students to let me go back to school? ”

"Hmph," Wu Yupeng sat back in his place, "Now there is only the third shop empty, you can sleep there." ”

Ding Ai nodded.

There are two posters of female celebrities on the wall of Shop No. 3, which should have been left by the people who originally lived here.

Ding Ai raised his hand and was about to tear it, but heard Li Yiyi "Hey! "Silence.

She turned her head in confusion, and saw the latter looking at her with a complicated expression, and stopped talking a little, and only after a while did she mutter: "You can just lay it out and sleep well, don't touch those posters left on the wall next to the bed...... No, it's not so good......"

Ding Ai frowned.

There was a loud "bang" in the room.

It was Wu Yupeng smashing the kettle in his hand on the table.

In the next second, she screamed: "Li Yiyi, you are not finished!" What do you mean, huh? If you don't think she's dead yet, you let her come to me! Let me tell you, I, Wu Yupeng, have a clear conscience! ”

"Pengpeng, don't be angry, I, I didn't mean that......"

"Not that meant? So what do you mean, huh? She, Li Yiyi, is not a suicide, it's my business! I tell you, she deserves it! ”

"Pengpeng, don't be angry, listen to me calmly first......"

"Calm down? I'm calm! ”

Ding Ai watched the two arguing without warning, she approached Li Duo, who was silent, and said in a low voice, "What's the situation?" ”

Li Duo lowered his head and pushed down his glasses with a troubled look: "Chen Lan used to be in our bedroom. ”

Ding Ai's pupils shrank sharply.

Li Duo continued in a low voice: "When Chen Lan was still alive, she didn't have a good relationship with Yu Peng......

The rise and fall of the art school does not stop the school from becoming a dating mecca for couples.

After all, whether or not you can find a partner has nothing to do with the ratio of men to women in the school.

The main thing is to look at the face.

The girls' dormitory has an eleven hour curfew.

Ding Ai's dormitory is on the first floor, and there is barbed wire outside the window.

Under the strict defense of modern science and technology, even people in the rivers and lakes have to obediently walk through the door.

This is the first time Ding Ai has slept alone at night since marrying Jian Tianqi.

She lay in bed in the middle of the night and used her mobile phone to transmit the information she had obtained during the day to the special police superintendent, and soon received a reply from Director Weng: "Xiao Ai, time is limited, we need you to take the initiative to attract the attention of the murderer." ”

Ding Ai stared at the lines on the phone screen in the dark, a little dazed.

How to attract? Could it be that she wants to pick a big court and go to the public to come back in the daytime?

It seemed to see through her thoughts, and soon the phone lit up again: "Tianqi said that you can dance the sword?" ”

"I won't."

She typed these three words and deleted them one by one.

Staring at the glowing screen, she finally sighed.

"A little ......"

"Great, four days later, we will arrange a chance for you to appear. Costumes, props, and instructional videos will be sent to you tomorrow. ”

“……”

"This bedroom is about Chen Lanyuan's bedroom, does Third Brother Jian know?"

Ding Ai's finger was already on the send button.

After a while, she still deleted the text she entered, and the word "good" was divided back into the book.

Putting down her phone, she stared blankly at the roof.

Weng Changting showed her and Jian Tianqi Chen Lan's corpse.

The strangulation marks on the corpse's neck were disorganized, deep and shallow, and no matter how you look at it, it will not be a suicide.

It was not a suicide, but the murderer had to disguise himself as hanged.

Why.

The murderer had obviously been operating in the shadows before, but since Chen Lan's time, he suddenly became fanfare, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to attract enough public attention.

Something happened that made the murderer change his mind.

Alas......

Ding Ai rolled over and sighed in his heart.

What's going on......

Soon, the list of candidates for the school's celebration representatives was announced.

Ding Ai was watching the sword dance video sent to her by Weng Changting in the dormitory that day, when she heard the sound of hurried footsteps from far and near, and suddenly slammed the door of the dormitory.

Wu Yupeng angrily pushed open the door, "Didn't you say that you were not in good health?" Not feeling well? Sword dance? You're a fool! ”

Li Yiyi, who was following her, rushed in one by one, pulled her arm and reminded: "Peng Peng, don't shout so much in the corridor, everyone listens......"

Her words worked, and I saw that Wu Yupeng's facial features distorted by anger calmed down a little, and Li Yiyi also closed the door smoothly.

Wu Yupeng looked at Ding Ai sharply: "Say!" Why is you the only one on the list of representatives sent by the school celebration institute this time? ”

Ding Ai glanced at Li Yiyi behind her, retracted his gaze and smiled: "It's not me, is it possible that you are here to dance the sword?" ”