"I don't have to go to class today, let's go home and catch up on sleep." After tossing and turning all night, my face couldn't hide the tiredness. The dead fat man showed a sense of fear all over his body, and he didn't talk to me, and drove away scolding. This guy didn't care about Pol's death at all, he seemed to care more about being stunned by a woman, and almost became a substitute for the dead. It's really heartless, obviously there are few people in the world who praised Pol yesterday, and she doesn't have a face that she doesn't marry.

My head was so messy that I couldn't fall asleep even when I was tired. poured a cup of coffee to wake up, and flipped out the newspaper not long ago and read it carefully, hoping to find some other clues about Qiao Yu. The local tabloid seemed to fall silent after the headline. There was no retrospective reporting and the promised post-mortem report was not published.

It was a sunny day, the sky was clear, the sun was shining golden through the window, but I couldn't warm up at all. In his ears, Qiao Yu's curse to himself before he died seemed to be close to sound again. It's strange that she cursed me before she died, and she held my picture in her hand until death. But why is it the Dutch beauty Boer? The reason is because Pol executed and went through the process according to the urban legend told by Qiao Yu, so he was cursed by some mysterious power?

Quite possibly.

The reason why I knew that Qiao Yu was holding my photo before he died was because the picture published in the newspaper covered Qiao Yu's face. But it didn't cover her hands, and although my three-inch photo was dragged by her stiff fingers, I could still distinguish it. I remember being really shocked. I also scolded the woman in my heart that there was something wrong with her head.

After Qiao Yu's death, the police did not look for me. But secretly I must have investigated my alibi. Last time, I cleared my suspicion, but this time I was there when Pol died, and I guess it won't be long before the police will come looking for me for coffee. Alas, what a trouble. The next time a girl grabbed me for help, I still listened patiently to her words. One impatience, but so much trouble.

Maybe I'll end up killing me.

For some reason, this idea popped into my head again, and no matter how desperately I threw it away, I couldn't throw it away. I lamented and smiled bitterly. Then he called the old man Yang Junfei to help get the two autopsy reports in the police station.

The detective agency was as fast as ever, and in less than half an hour, the report had been sent to my mailbox by him. Pulling a sandwich out of the fridge, I opened the attached PDF file as I ate it. On the first page, the report about Qiao Yu was displayed in front of me at a glance.

The report is not very long, accompanied by a few photos. It's not much different from what is reported in the newspapers. It is only annotated at the end that there is no possibility of suicide, and the death is mainly trampled on by external pressure. The corpse had endured great fear and pain during its lifetime, and according to the internal organs after the autopsy, the deceased was suspected to have been crushed by an object of nearly one ton, and died of internal bleeding.

I pouted, I was crushed and trampled by a heavy object, and I didn't leave any bruises on my skin, which is also! It is estimated that the police in the town are also at a loss for this.

As for the results of Pol's post-mortem examination, it is no less complicated. She had also been crushed by gravity before she died, as if she had been trampled on by an elephant. As a result, the internal pressure is too high, so the internal organs in the stomach are like a sealed red wine bottle, find an outlet and squeeze through the belly, and squirt out.

After reading the two reports in silence, I was silent for a long time. The deaths of Qiao Yu and Pol really have many similarities. They had played the same urban legends, all harassed by some mysterious force and crushed to death by heavy objects. It means that their deaths are based on the same reason.

That's the rumor that you shouldn't put your shoes towards the bed when you sleep.

To be honest, I haven't heard of this rumor. Even the first time I heard it, I was tied to Pol's bed and heard it from her mouth. I almost became her substitute, but she was the one who died.

Gently drank the coffee from the cup and took another sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth. I walked to the window and looked out through the floor-to-ceiling glass, and the bright eyes pierced me from opening my eyes. The cold winds of late autumn swept across Germany, causing the trees to lose their leaves.

It's a beautiful view, but unfortunately I really don't want to appreciate it. With a strange sense of urgency deep in my heart, I casually placed my coffee cup on the window edge and took a deep breath.

Where did Qiao Yu hear the rumors about shoes against the bed? At that time, she pulled me to ask me to be her, and what she wanted to say to me should be this. She cursed me because I was impatient to help her. So, am I going to be the next victim of the shoe-to-bed monster?

I don't know, I can only wait quietly for a while. During this period, his top priority was to investigate Qiao Yu's bottom carefully, and then dig out the source of the rumors.

I hung up the phone to Yang Junfei again and asked him to help me thoroughly investigate everything about Qiao Yu. Then I went out and wandered around, my mind was messed up, and I was really in no mood to help my tutor work and write my dissertation. Time passed slowly in my boring leisure, and I didn't go home until half past ten in the evening. When I walked into the bedroom, I looked at my bed in a daze, and finally shook my head and moved the quilt and pillow to the sofa.

To be honest, after experiencing the deaths of Qiao Yu and Pol, I have a little shadow in my heart. I have some obsessive-compulsive disorder on the bed and shoes, and I feel weird when I see the shoes alone on the ground. I didn't want to sleep in bed, so I deliberately put all my shoes in the shoe cabinet tonight and blocked the cabinet door with heavy objects. Then he lay barefoot on the couch. I hadn't rested since 2 o'clock last night, and as soon as I lay down, my eyelids felt heavy, and I fell into a deep sleep.

That night, I slept soundly. I don't even have any impression of whether I dreamed or not. When I opened my eyes again, the sun had already risen, and I looked at my phone, and it was half past ten in the morning. I slept for 11 hours, which was really comfortable!

I got up and washed, looked in the mirror and smiled, and my heart couldn't help but feel much lighter. The curse should not have been fulfilled on oneself, and sure enough, the so-called rumors of shoes against the bed, if there is really some kind of mysterious curse hidden, should only be useful to those who have strictly implemented the rumor process.

At that moment, the phone rang rapidly. The caller ID had Andrew's name on it. The dead fat man trembled in an irrepressible frightened voice the moment I connected: "Night, damn it, it's over, I've been tricked." ”

My heart snapped and fell to the bottom again. What's going on, and why would he be next? What did the dead fat man do?

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