A fountain pen, a graduation photo, and a bouquet of red roses.

Ning Qianyun had been staring at it for three hours, and he couldn't figure out who sent these things.

The black "Hero brand" fountain pen has almost disappeared from the styles of major stationery supermarkets, and it can still be seen when Ning Qianyun was in high school about ten years ago.

The red roses are fresh, and you can still see a few drops of crystal water in the pockmarked buds, but there are countless flower and herb markets in G City, how do you know which one.

The rest of the clue is this boxy graduation photo.

This is a graduation photo from high school, with a blue sky, a green smile, and an iron gate like a prison wall. Ning Qianyun was squeezed to the edge of the last row, like a superfluous person.

Without Ning Qianyun, the photo might look more beautiful.

There are four words behind the graduation photo, Hessesen's pen words.

"You're going to die."

I'm going to die? How can it be!

Ning Qianyun smiled indifferently, put down the old photo, and leaned back on the leather sofa chair. There's a lot more to do right now, but it's definitely not any of these pranks.

Ning Qianyun is a well-known writer of short story suspense novels, specializing in writing some bizarre suspense stories to attract readers, and has a small income.

But if you want to live better in G City, this little income is far from enough, so he wrote a few novels, but he didn't expect to be rejected many times by the editor.

In a fit of rage, he decided to spend two years at home concentrating on writing one of the most terrifying suspense novels in history.

The so-called home is here, just rented a month ago.

An old house from the eighties, four floors, one bedroom and one living room, with a mini balcony. Although it seems a bit remote here, for Ning Qianyun, it is clean and can concentrate on creation.

He lives on the third floor.

Ning Qianyun got up and poured a glass of boiled water, the trickling of boiled water was slowly flowing into the black porcelain cup, leaving a halo-like vortex in the center of the porcelain cup, just like an old memory being opened, and the memories gradually appeared.

In high school, Ning Qianyun liked a beautiful girl, her name was Yang Liu, melon seed face, willow eyebrows, and she was a Peugeot little beauty at all levels. But until she graduated from high school, Ning Qianyun didn't say a word to her.

Ning Qianyun has always classified her as his first love.

It's like a recent youth movie, a little green, a little funny.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to see the appearance of Yang Liu. Since graduating from high school, we haven't seen each other for at least ten years, and I haven't heard anything from her.

Ning Qianyun returned to the sofa chair, put down the cup, and carefully examined the old graduation photo, but his gaze only wandered back and forth in the area of the first two rows of girls.

"Eh, that's weird, why don't you have willows?" Ning Qianyun frowned. He counted the people in the photo and was even more puzzled, "Why is there one less person?" ”

Of course, although Ning Qianyun is the deputy class leader of the "name" style, he can often see the class roster, and he clearly remembers that there were 53 people in the class that year.

Ning Qianyun picked up the cup, took a sip of water, and counted it again, this time his speed was even slower, almost one by one, for fear of missing someone.

However, counting again, there are still 52 people, and there is no willow, and what makes him feel even more strange is that even if there is one person missing, the photo still looks very "pleasing to the eye", there is no sense of abruptness at all, and it is not like the photo of one person missing in the middle at all.

"Maybe I'm mistaken, I've been too tired lately." Ning Qianyun put down the photo, pressed his temples, and had a headache when he thought that his novel had not even begun.

As a writer, he can write a lot of things in a month, but his computer is still blank documents. It's irritating, and the more irritated you are, the more you can't write.

"Click."

There was a knock on the door.

Ning Qianyun suddenly sobered up, and said suspiciously, "Who, I can't have friends who live here." ”

He had already greeted everyone he knew in G City, saying that he had returned to his hometown to develop, and he deliberately changed his mobile phone number, just because he didn't want to be disturbed by others.

"Who?" Ning Qianyun asked, with his ear pressed against his back. This is an urban village in G City, and the security has always been bad, not to mention that it is still a big night. Therefore, if the person outside is not known to him, he will definitely not open the door.

There was no response outside the door, not even a knock.

"Maybe it's another prank." Ning Qianyun shook his head and said helplessly.

But as soon as he took two steps away, there was a knock on the door, still two "clicks", so light that it was not like knocking with his fingers, but scratching the door with sharp nails.

Ning Qianyun was impatient, and shouted outside the door, "Who, if you don't speak, you'll call the police." ”

Ning Qianyun thought that he could scare the other party away by moving out of the police, but unfortunately he was wrong, because something terrible had just happened.

At this time, a pink card was stuffed into the crack of the door at the bottom, and there seemed to be words on it, Ning Qianyun squatted down, picked it up and read, "I gave the thing." ”

Then he shoved in a black card, "Do you like it?" ”

Before Ning Qianyun could think about it, there was another one, "Do you want to know who I am?" Ning Qianyun almost just read the word "think" in his heart, and then a bright red card had already told him the answer, "I am the willow, the poplar of the poplar, and the willow of the willow." ”

"My name is willow, poplar of poplars, willows of willows."

This sentence was said by Yang Liu when he introduced himself in the first class of high school, and Ning Qianyun remembered it very clearly.

Ning Qianyun immediately got up and opened the door, he thought that his speed was fast enough, but after opening the door, he found that there was no one outside at all, the empty stairs, the lights flickering and flickering, dead silence, very weird.

Could it really be her?

Just when Ning Qianyun was about to close the door, he happened to see a card outside the door that he hadn't had time to stuff in, which was exactly the same style as the card in his hand.

"What else is written here?" Ning Qianyun wondered, picked up the cold card on the ground, but found that there was a copper-colored key under the card, and picked it up by the way.

The card reads, "I have a lot of (somehow harmonious) keys to give you one." ”

"Hexie Key?" Ning Qianyun looked at this ordinary copper-colored key and said with a smile, "What are you kidding, how can there be a master (hexie) key." ”

Ning Qianyun combed through the plot in his mind, it must be a super reader who wanted to spoof himself, this reader not only found his current residence, but also forged a graduation photo with one less person, in order to exaggerate the terrifying atmosphere, and then deliberately used these children's cards and an ordinary key to scare me.

As for how to find my place to live, it's too simple, as a well-known suspense writer, Ning Qianyun has his own post bar, and he often wanders there, so it's easy to expose his location.

While sighing for the outstanding talent of this reader, Ning Qianyun couldn't help but smile, such a plot is often applied in his novels, the biggest loophole here is the key, this key will definitely not be able to open his own door, then, everything is revealed, and the clumsy prank is officially over.

Ning Qianyun was slowly closing the door, but the door was not all closed, and he pushed it open, quickly took the key and inserted it into the lock hole of the door lock, and actually inserted it, after turning it slightly, Ning Qianyun couldn't laugh anymore, and his curiosity pushed down his self-justification.

It's not a simple prank anymore.

"This key can open its own door." Ning Qianyun said in a panic. At this time, a gloomy wind swept through his neck in the corridor, and a shadow flashed at the corner of the stairs, Ning Qianyun exclaimed, "Who?" ”

The long corridor was quiet, quieter than the barren mountain cemetery.

Ning Qianyun pulled out the key, quickly flashed into the house, and closed the door tightly, but the sentence still came to his mind, "I have a lot of master (hexie) keys, give you one." ”

If someone can enter the house you live in, but you don't know who that person is, it's like you've predicted that you're going to die today, but you never know when you're going to die, and you don't know how, so you have to worry about it all day.

This night, Ning Qianyun slept very deeply, and also had a strange dream, dreaming that in the high school classroom, there was a person standing on the podium, and she said, "My name is Yang Liu, Yang of Poplar, Willow of Willow." ”

And at the bottom, in the empty classroom, only Ning Qianyun sat alone.