Everyone in the office looked at the thin man.

The thin man's face was solemn, and he listened to the person on the other end of the phone for a long time before he said, "I know." Yes. Hang up first. He turned to look at me with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Who is it?" I had the answer in my mind.

"Ma Yibing called, and someone from the Drama Academy was killed again." The thin man sighed, "This time I was caught." A boy strangled his girlfriend because she was going to break up. ”

"Strangulation?" Chen Xiaoqiu asked.

"Yes. I used my girlfriend's silk scarf. ”

This sounds like an impulsive, passionate killing, which is completely different from Zhang Shanmei's case.

"Ma Yibing wants to invite us to the Drama Academy?" I asked.

The thin man nodded.

"Then let's go over and have a look after work." Guo Yujie did not hesitate.

"You don't have to go, I'll just go and see for myself." I refused.

This time it's not easy, and I don't want to drag them into the water.

The thin man asked dissatisfiedly, "Brother Qi, what do you mean by this?" ”

"It's just a coincidence, there's no need to be so excited." I found a good reason, Guo Yujie immediately accepted it, the thin man and the fat man did not agree, Guo Yujie hesitated again.

"Don't make a fuss. We're not detectives, and we're not Aoba people, so what do we do with so much nosy? "I'm bitter.

"And you're going?" Guo Yujie squinted at me.

"When a soldier asks to come, I will go to reassure his heart. I see that kid was too frightened by the kimono thing, and now he looks like a ghost. ”

Guo Yujie had no way to refute.

After work, the thin man and the fat man wanted to go with me, but I sternly refused.

I called Ma Yibing and made an appointment to meet him at the gate of the Drama Academy.

Ma Yibing hung his head with his chest in his chest, and his whole person lost his spirit, like a frightened bird. When he saw me, he was like seeing a savior, and hurriedly took a few steps forward and grabbed my hand.

I was speechless, and finally shook off his hand and asked, "What's the matter?" Could it be that your kid witnessed the murder again? ”

Ma Yibing shook his head, "No, I didn't see it, I just heard what people said." ”

"Then why are you scared like this?" I was frightened like Zhang Shanmei every night, and I didn't do this. This horse is too cowardly.

"I can't help it. Tell me, you just hanged one, and now you're strangled another...... In our school for so many years, the suicides can be counted on one hand, but there has never been a single homicide before. Ma Yibing said dejectedly, "Brother Qi, do you think there is something unclean?" ”

"I didn't notice it last time I came." I shook my head and asked Ma Yibing to take me to see the murder scene first.

The scene of the murder was at the corner of a staircase in the teaching building, and the stairwell had been sealed off by the school.

I stood in the hallway and looked at it, but I didn't see anything. After all, the murderer's modus operandi was to strangle the victim, and the scene was empty and left no traces.

"Who are the murderers and victims?" I asked Ma Yibing for details of the case.

Ma Yibing inquired, but he didn't know much, "The murderer is from our school, his girlfriend is not, she is a former high school classmate." ”

"Came here to break up?" I find it weird.

Ma Yibing also felt strange, "I heard that we broke up before, and that man recently started harassing her again, and then made an appointment to negotiate or something." ”

I listened to Ma Yibing's gossip again, and went to the theater together. Ma Yibing didn't dare to go in when he got to the place, he wanted to chat with Shakespeare, and carefully instructed me how to enter through the side door - the main entrance of the theater was not open when there was no performance.

I pushed open the side door of the theater, felt a breath of yin, turned on the lighting of my phone, and aimed at the stage.

The stage was empty, and the light was moved all the way up by me, shining on Zhang Shanmei, who was hanging in the air.

Zhang Shanmei hung her head and stared at me, her expression full of unwillingness and resentment.

I had a chill down my spine, my hands shook, and my phone shook.

Zhang Shanmei opened her mouth and moved her fingers. That look coincided with my nightmares.

My heart gradually calmed down, and I asked softly, "You...... Do you have any wishes? ”

Zhang Shanmei struggled hard, but her movements were so slight that if I hadn't seen too much in my dreams, I wouldn't have been able to notice it. Her eyes were dripping with red liquid, like blood, ticking and slamming on the stage.

I couldn't bear it, but I didn't know what to do. Let her go? Do that...... I thought of Xue Tao in my heart. The demon loves to deceive the living and lure them to death. Could it be that Zhang Shanmei is also deceiving me?

"Ho...... He ......" Zhang Shanmei squeezed out a trace of sound from her throat, and blood and tears flowed more.

A flash of inspiration flashed in my head, and my arm moved to illuminate the middle of the auditorium.

There was no one in the red seat, but the best seat in the middle was down, as if someone had been there not long ago.

My scalp was numb and I had goosebumps, but I mustered up the courage to walk to the seat. There were no clues left around the seats. I boldly touched the seat cushion, and the tentacles were so cold that I quickly withdrew my hand. I looked at the stage, and the view from this position was excellent, and I could see the stage in full view, including Zhang Shanmei hanging in the air. And this position is also the perspective of my dreams.

Zhang Shanmei's gaze shifted over, and in addition to resentment, there was also a trace of fear in her eyes. She suddenly began to struggle, screaming as hoarsely as I had in my dreams, scratching at the twine, and breaking the nails of all ten fingers. The hemp rope was broken layer by layer, Zhang Shanmei fell from mid-air, and fell heavily on the stage, with blood overflowing from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose. She seemed to feel no pain, and she was still very happy, and got up from the ground with difficulty. She turned to face me, and I could see that her neck had been broken and a cervical vertebra had pierced the skin, but she was trying to keep her head balanced and staggered towards the audience.

Boom!

Zhang Shanmei fell off the stage more than a meter high, and got up again, like a monster without intelligence, and like a moth to a fire, crawling through the rows of seats with strange and slow movements, and finally came to me.

Her face was covered in blood, and her eyes were full of feverish light. The bloody hand touched my face, and I didn't feel the temperature of my blood, but I was frozen like a cave of ice.

"Am I doing well?" Zhang Shanmei asked eagerly, spitting out a large amount of blood from her mouth.

I swallowed and said the words I heard in my dream: "Perfect." ”

Zhang Shanmei smiled brightly like a little girl, and slowly disappeared in the light of the mobile phone.

With the disappearance of Zhang Shanmei, the cold air that enveloped the theater was also swept away.

I touched half of my cheek, and it was still cold. Looking down at the seat cushion, I tentatively touched it again, but it was still as cold as a block of ice. My heart couldn't get warm.

Prophetic dreams? A reenactment of past scenes?

I don't know what happened just now, but I can be sure this time that Zhang Shanmei's death was not a murder, but a supernatural event.

What about the girl who was strangled?