When I saw that note, I didn't know how I was feeling right now.

I was scared and scared.

Ali is gone, and I don't know when she'll be coming to me.

Did she think I didn't buy formalin for her?

Could it be that the reason she chose me was just to find a way to use my corpse as her next dress?

I couldn't calm down at the moment, and my whole body was convulsing.

Now it would be nice to be able to light a cigarette like on TV, but I don't smoke.

My mind kept thinking about it, and dense beads of sweat oozed from my forehead.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks and fell to the ground, crackling.

I felt the room filled with a chill that had chilled into my bones, and I stood in the bathroom for a long time.

I can't stand the horror and the stench anymore.

I hated the stench, especially the stench of formalin and rotting corpses, especially when the wind from the crisp summer night was supposed to be comfortable.

I walked out of the bathroom, put formalin next to the note and left.

I walked briskly out of the Wave Hotel, where there was no one on the road.

The night here is quiet and dead, for there is no living person but me.

In the past few days, I have been frightened by the scenes, and my head is a little dizzy.

On a rare quiet night, I walked slowly along the street.

After walking for a while, I remembered that the Wave Hotel was a bit far away from the school, and it was going to be a little bit closer.

This is the sound of the car stereo in my ears, and there is still the roar of the car engine.

Because of today's events, my heart is still beating rhythmically.

Although I felt that there might not be anything terrible going on now, I instinctively wanted to leave as soon as possible.

I told myself in my heart that it was all a dream, yes, it was all a dream!

I'm going to wake up, wake up.

It's a screeching sound of brakes, Mom. Yes, in the middle of the night, you want to die.

I looked up at the road, a taxi was driving with low beams, the white light shone into my eyes, and I subconsciously covered it with my hands.

When the driver saw that I was coming to his senses, he turned off his low beams.

I got into his car, and the driver probably wanted to scold me.

Before he opened his mouth, I could see his appearance clearly, and he was an old acquaintance of mine!

He wanted to say something, then closed his mouth again, stepped on the gas pedal and drove off.

After a while, I arrived at the school, and I gently opened the dormitory door and saw that the monkeys and all three of them were sleeping.

I didn't say anything, I didn't take off my clothes, I got into the quilt and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was 11 o'clock in the morning, and there were no classes during the summer vacation anyway, and I didn't have to go to class, so I just sat in my dorm room in a daze.

The three people in the dormitory are naturally gone.

I'd like to call them and ask them what they're up to.

When I touched my bag, I found that my phone was still in the lab.

I was about to go out to look for it, when the bedroom door opened, and Jie Shao came in.

Jie Shao showed me my phone and told me that there was a guy named Ali looking for me.

As soon as I heard that name, my heart tightened.

I subconsciously picked up my phone and looked at it, and found that there were Ali's text messages and missed calls, and when I looked at the time, it was seven or eight o'clock in the early hours of this morning.

There is only one phone on the phone and two text messages.

I dialed the phone back and it was turned off.

I couldn't help but read the text message, and at 11 o'clock tonight, I took the cello case at the door and went to Xiaojia Village, Aliliu.

The second text message is the exact address of Xiaojiacun, and there is also a name named Xiao Xiaodong, as well as his contact information.

Looking at these two text messages, my face is hard to look at, which is this singing?

With the mentality of giving it a try, I called Xiao Xiaodong, but it was prompted that it was an empty number.

What exactly is Ali looking for this Xiao Xiaodong to do?

I just felt flustered, and I felt like things were getting tricky all of a sudden.

I only felt the shadow of death looming over me.

I had a meal with the three of them and told them I might be out for a few days.

After eating, the fat three were going to the Internet café to play the ranks, and I was not in the mood at all, so I went back to the dormitory.

The uncertainty of the road ahead, as well as the fear that Ali brought to me, made me restless.

I simply buried my head in the quilt and fell asleep.

I don't know how long later, when I turned over, I found that it was close to eleven o'clock in the evening, so I hurriedly got dressed, brought some money and walked outside the school gate.

It was getting late, and there were only a few sparse barbecue stalls open outside the school gate, and I looked around and found the cello case next to the school gatekeeper's room.

Carrying this case, I felt very heavy and didn't feel like a cello.

Curious, I opened it to take a look, and suddenly a foul smell hit me.

I looked closely at the contents and was dumbfounded.

It was festering, and there were white insect bodies crawling everywhere.

Skin full of puffy marks.

I was trembling all over, and as soon as my hand went limp, the cello case fell to the ground.

The thud aroused the ideas of many people, and I bit the tip of my tongue, quickly closed the cello case, and walked away quickly with my back on my back.

I felt the temperature of the world drop again, and I shivered, took out a piece of paper, and shivered and wiped the sweat from my body.

Just like Jie Shao that day, I couldn't wipe it clean, but my hands became softer and softer, so I simply threw the tissue aside, gasping for air.

Xiaojia Village, where Xiao Xiaodong lives, is one of several urban villages in our city, but this urban village is very strange and is built on an island in the middle of a small lake.

There is almost no sunlight on that island all year round, and if it weren't for this, I probably wouldn't want to go to this place, and damp people would get moldy.

Xiao Xiaodong's home is not too far from the school, and it is almost the same as going to the Wave Hotel.

I was standing on the side of the road, carrying a cello on my back, and in the eyes of others, I felt like I was going to a competition.

Only I know that I was carrying a stolen female corpse on my back to find someone who I don't know if it still exists.

I waited under the street lamp for an hour for a taxi, and then for a taxi that had just been on the night shift for a short time.

I waved, the car stopped, I asked the driver to open the trunk, and I put the cello case inside.

Then I sat in the passenger seat, and the driver handed me a cigarette, which I just wanted to decline.

At this time, the driver saw my appearance, and a pack of cigarettes was not held steadily, and all of them were scattered among us.

He stepped on the gas pedal and wanted to drive away, when I pulled down the handbrake and told him I wasn't going to the Wave Hotel today.

He let out a long sigh of relief, lit a cigarette tremblingly, and said intermittently, don't go good, don't go good.

I told him I was going to Xiaojia Village.

He had just taken a puff of cigarette that suddenly fell out of the corner of his mouth and burned a hole in his pants.

I was about to ask something, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, I was directly attached to the seat.

I only heard him scolding and scolding, if you want to die, you should die quickly, and save all day to scare him.

I was very upset and asked him, what do you say!

That driver's yelling doesn't stop, you show up on the ruins of the Wave Hotel, forget it,. Now, I'm going to the village of the dead again, what did Lao Tzu provoke, bad luck, bad luck.

He spat as he spoke.

At this time, my expression became ugly, Xiaojia Village is a village of the dead?