Bai Ling wiped away her tears and closed her eyes and planned to sleep, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she felt Mo Yuanyuan's eyes staring at her, and she habitually drank the sleeping pills placed on the tableside table.

In the dream, it was indeed the same as it was back then. A week has passed, there has been no breakthrough in the tragic death of Mo Yuanyuan, the school has resumed the order of classes in the past, and Jiang Qing has also returned to the school, refusing to say anything, only recounting the events of that night when making notes.

At 7:20 in the morning, Bai Ling was woken up by Luo Xiyu with dark circles under her eyes: "Ah Ling, you want to be a national treasure with big black circles." Luo Xiyu asked Bai Ling teasingly, now the people in this dormitory are running away from the news of Mo Yuanyuan's death, and the five of them tacitly agreed not to mention it, but the psychological knot has not been solved.

"How can there be, didn't there be no class this morning, why did you get up so early" Bai Ling looked at her phone unhappily.

"You forgot? Today, Senior Nangong Chen asked us to go to the student union office building to find him," Luo Xiyu said in a low voice.

Feng Yihong heard the voice and said in a daze: "You guys quickly clean up, let's sleep for a while, make a little noise" turned his head and seemed to fall asleep again.

Bai Ling got out of bed lightly and cleaned up, and went to the student union office building with Luo Xiyu, who had already put on exquisite makeup.

I happened to run into Nangong Chen when I was going upstairs.

"Hello, Senior Nangong Chen!" Luo Xiyu shouted to Nangong Chen from afar.

Nangong Chen turned around and saw them when he heard the sound, and quickly walked over: "Why are you two here so early?" ”

Bai Ling snorted with dark circles under her eyes and said, "It's not that someone wants to see you crazy, so wake me up early in the morning." ”

Luo Xiyu's face flushed when he heard this, but Nangong Chen just said: "You girl will talk nonsense, let's go, go to my office and talk." So he took Bai Ling and Luo Xiyu to his office 112.

Luo Xiyu said enviously: "The president of the student union is good, and there is a separate office, senior Nangong Chen, if Bai Ling and I also want to join the student union in the future, you have to take care of us!" ”

Nangong Chen smiled slightly: "Of course this is no problem, just call me Nangong Chen in the future, don't call me a senior, they are all alumni, that's too polite, I came to you this time because of the dormitory." ”

Bai Ling asked in surprise, "Dormitory?" ”

"Yes, this time the cause of Mo Yuanyuan in your dormitory has not been investigated, the school is afraid that you will have shadows and pressure when you live in 115, and I want you to fall into the 216 women's building of the Department of Chemistry, although the dormitory environment and people living there are more complicated, but it is good for you to move over." Nangong Chen took out the layout of the dormitory building.

Bai Ling and Luo Xiyu glanced at each other with white faces, and then Bai Ling said: "This matter of changing the dormitory is not only for the two of us to decide, we also have to go back and discuss it with the dormitory people, about Mo Yuanyuan's death, we also want to know the truth." ”

Nangong Chen frowned and said: "As a senior and the president of the student union, I really hope that you can move, it's not good to be too curious after all, there are some things that you can't get involved in." ”

Luo Xiyu looked at Bai Ling and said, "Senior, according to what you say, those rumors are true?" Since 115 can't live, why did you arrange us in, and now that our roommate is dead and let us move out, it's a bit disrespectful to us! ”

Bai Ling, who was on the side, thought about herself last night, listening to the sound of high heels outside the house and the faint cry of a woman, pulled Luo Xiyu's sleeve and said, "Let's go back and think about this, thank you for thinking about us." ”

Nangong Chen raised his eyes and looked at Bai Ling, a trace of interest flashed in his eyes: "Okay, as long as you want to move, you can call me at any time, and I will bring someone from the student union to help you." ”

Coming out of the office, Luo Xiyu was extremely dissatisfied and said to Bai Ling: "Why do you say that you think about it, don't you want to know how Mo Yuanyuan died?"

Bai Ling said calmly: "Of course I want to know, but I think what Nangong Chen said is right, go back and ask Feng Yihong what they think, after all, you and I can't represent them." ”

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