"Wake up! …… Yifan! …… Wake up! ……”

Li Yifan felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and gradually his voice began to become clear, as if someone was calling his name.

His face was pale, covered in cold sweat, his headache was splitting, and his whole body seemed to be in a kind of collapse from excessive blood loss. He slowly opened his eyes, only to see that everything in front of him was shaking, so blurry. The light in the room was too bright, and he subconsciously used his hand to block the sunlight shining in from the window.

"Oops, I'll go! Let me tell you, just a few days ago, we played basketball together, and my roommate ......" Li Yifan was dizzy, and his eyes hadn't fully opened, when he heard Wu Shuai in the dormitory talking to people about the past few days, and sure enough, he could talk to people for a few weeks about this kind of thing.

"Well...... What would you like to eat at noon, my dear...... I love you too, I'm going to line up ......" On the balcony, Liu Siyi, the head of the room, was talking on the phone with his cheerleading girlfriend.

Li Yifan, who saw the surrounding situation clearly, slowly put down his hand blocking the light, and the things around him began to become clearer, and the headache that seemed to be hangover was slowly reduced, and the whole person became energetic.

As soon as he turned his head, Li Yifan saw Zhang Rui's concerned eyes. "Are you alright?" Zhang Rui patted Li Yifan on the shoulder and asked him a little nervously. The bed in their dormitory is the kind of structure with a desk below and a bed on top, and the location of Li Yifan's bed is just in the dormitory, close to the balcony.

"I just went out to take out the garbage and came back to see you convulsing vigorously on the bed, sweating all over your head, and it scared me. I quickly shook you, and you quieted down, and called you several times before you woke up. ”

"Hey, you can be considered awake, we all came back from breakfast, you are still sleeping dead, you are usually the first to wake up, why did the sun come out in the west today? Zhang Rui thought you had an accident and observed you for a long time. What's wrong with you just now, Zhang Rui called you for a long time and you haven't woken up, it's like you're dead, you can rest assured when you still breathe. Wu Shuai put down his headphones and turned his head to look at Li Yifan, and said a series of words in one breath. glanced at Li Yifan twice, and then turned his head to record the live broadcast. "Thank you, this eldest sister gave me the star." It seems that someone has given him a gift.

"Forehead ......" Li Yifan sat up, stretched his waist, and quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand. I'm fine, maybe I didn't sleep well during this time, I slept too hard after taking some medicine last night, and I didn't hear Zhang Rui call me. Li Yifan pretended to be calm and said that he didn't want his roommates to worry about him, and he didn't want them to treat him as if he was mentally ill.

"It's okay, get up, it's good that you don't have to go to class today and Saturday." Zhang Rui saw that Li Yifan had nothing to do, so he didn't think much about it anymore and went back to his position. "Oh, Yifan, Lao Tan called earlier, I'll answer it for you if you don't wake up, he said to let you have time to go to him on the weekend." Zhang Rui sat in front of his computer, the Propaganda Department was preparing for the welcome party these days, and as a key member, he has been busy.

"Well, I see, I'll call him back later." Li Yifan wanted to get out of bed, but found that his body was soft and collapsed, and he didn't have any strength. After waking up for a while, his heartbeat slowly regained calm, and when he talked to Zhang Rui just now, he pretended to be calm, afraid that Zhang Rui would see that something was wrong with him.

At this time, Li Yifan had not yet recovered from the previous dream, that dream felt so real, so real that even if he woke up at this moment, he could still feel the fear and weakness of the blood flowing from his body, the powerlessness of being watched by others slowly dying, this feeling was a little familiar to him, and it seemed to be somewhat similar to the feeling of drowning before.

Li Yifan sat on the edge of the bed and began to adjust his breathing, trying to empty his head as much as possible, but because of that sense of fear, his eyes unconsciously straightened.

After two or three minutes, the feeling of physical fatigue caused by the reality of the dream slowly disappeared. He subconsciously looked at his wrist, and the feeling of being cut with a utility knife in his dream was so real. He took off the inseparable watch in his hand, and an obvious scar on his wrist appeared in sight, and he reached out and touched the scar, it hurt! I couldn't help but shake my body, and the pain was like the scar had just been cut. He hurriedly put on his watch and shook his head, and climbed down the ladder beside the bed.

"Yo! I said Yifan, when did you update the comics, many listeners on my side are your loyal fans, and they have been running to me to ask when you will update. Wu Shuai saw that Zhang Yifan had come down, so he asked unhurriedly. It is estimated that he has been talking about the basketball court that day for the past few days, and he inadvertently helped Li Yifan greatly promote the suspense comics he was still serializing. In fact, Li Yifan's comics are just some very ordinary four-panel comics, compared to those masters on the platform who are like propaganda posters on every page, just like the green onions in a large plate of chicken, it can only be said that it is just in time to catch up with the wave of the great development of Chinese comics in recent years, especially the popularity of suspense comics, there have always been a lot of people watching it, but his irregular updates have caused him to lose a lot of fans.

"The update has been slow recently, and it's really uninspiring, but thank you Shuai Shuai for recommending it for me." Li Yifan thanked him casually, but Wu Shuai seized the opportunity and said to let him draw more, or he was afraid that his fans would come to him again to ask for comics. Li Yifan smiled awkwardly, went to wash, and prepared to eat some biscuits to pad his stomach, so that he could take the medicine. I also had to call Lao Tan back, from getting up to now, his head still hurts a little.

Li Yifan looked at his watch, it was already past one o'clock at noon, and when he picked up the phone, he saw that Lao Tan had made three calls before. Li Yifan couldn't help frowning, then went back, and was hung up as soon as the phone rang, and now it was Lao Tan's turn not to answer the phone.

Li Yifan tilted his neck and took all the medicine in his hand, while still wondering if he should fight again.

"Ding!" The text message rang, it was Lao Tan, "I'm in a meeting, it's inconvenient to answer your call."

Lao Tan is their freshman professional teacher, and his attainments in art are quite high, but even if he has an artistic cell, he is ruined by alcoholism, resulting in him now being just an art teacher in a comprehensive university, he just turned 31 years old this year, but as his student, everyone still feels sorry for his talent. According to his words, what if he didn't drink too much that time, and that time.

"Okay, you won't answer, don't quarrel with me then." Li Yifan put down the phone and said to himself.

"Lao Tan doesn't answer the phone? It is estimated that it is a meeting of the orientation party, and our propaganda department will hold it again after the teacher's meeting. Zhang Rui leaned back in his chair with a helpless expression.

I still remember that at last year's graduation party, Zhang Ruigang became the deputy director of the Propaganda Department. The first time he hosted the big party, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he had to ask Li Yifan and a few of them to rehearse with him. And now that he has become a minister, he has to handle everything big and small, and looking at his two panda-like dark circles, I also know how tired he has been lately.

"Oh, that's right." Li Yifan put down the phone, turned on the computer and logged in to the comic platform, the editor reviewed it early this morning, and there have been more than 2,000 comments so far, all of which ask him if the murderer is the man on the shore or something, or if he analyzes the case in various ways, or he is asking for updates.

Li Yifan made a phone call to help him and Wu Shuai order a takeout and began to do this week's professional class homework. Although they are majoring in oil painting, they are not only painting oil paintings, but also learning illustration and some design.

After eating the takeout, the homework is almost done, and the time is almost three o'clock. After saving, take a break, and then continue, Li Yifan opened the comic posted yesterday again, and looked at the readers' messages, many people followed along to analyze the story in the comics.

When Li Yifan first started drawing comics, he edited the strange phenomena he usually saw on the road and drew them into comics, with the theme of supernatural suspense. Later, after turning over and over again, Wu Shuai thought of a way to drive the audience to help him think of the story when recording the live broadcast. Li Yifan's first readers also came in this way, and later his works changed from supernatural comics to suspense comics. Many times even he can't figure out who the murderer is, and he will leave a suspense for the reader to analyze for himself.

Most of the comments here are various analyses of the case. Sliding the mouse wheel, a comment suddenly popped up, attracting Li Yifan's attention.

A user named "Border City General" posted several messages under Li Yifan's comics.

"Were you there at the time?"

"Do you know this schoolgirl who committed suicide?"