No Return......

Caught in the memory, he unconsciously lit the match, the faint light of the fire danced like a candle bean, and the smoke diffused, blurring in front of his eyes like a dream.

Little by little, the past comes back to my mind.

Faces that were broken, painful, or frightened lingered before his eyes.

The ragged people fell to their knees helplessly in front of him, weeping and wailing, begging the man in front of them to let them live.

Chow Tai Sang enjoyed the feeling.

Holding the power of life and death, high up like a god, mortals are only worthy of humble prostrate at their feet, helplessly whispering and pleading.

In the next second, gunfire erupted, the sound of sharp blades cutting through skin, and the sound of flesh falling to the ground......

It's pleasant, like a natural sound.

"Hmm...... Cough....... Ahem......."

Zhou Dasheng's pupils suddenly constricted, and he coughed violently.

The image in his memory was like a spider's web, cracked, and then shattered, and he stared at the half-lit cigarette in his hand, the corners of his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

Familiar flavors spread in the nasal cavity......

Sangjiji!

No, it's dead man's grass!

Dead man's grass is added to this smoke!!

It's not the rainforest of Southeast Asia, how can it be...... How can it be....... Got this kind of thing?

Just as he was in a state of extreme panic, a light suddenly flashed in his afterglow.

in a position that is attached to the wall.

As if he had been guided by something, he raised his legs and walked over step by step.

Squatting down, I realized that it was a wrinkled wallpaper.

The wallpaper gets wet, causing one corner to lift up, revealing reflective objects behind it.

He reached out and slowly unwrapped the wallpaper.

Behind....... It's a whole huge mirror.

He was almost a man and a half tall.

The width is not clear, but it is a lot more than the height.

Because of the dampness, there was a cloud of water vapor in front of the mirror.

Zhou Dasheng looked at himself in the mirror who was not very clear, and suddenly had a strange feeling for no reason.

In his frustration, he looked away.

In the corner of the mirror, there are several sheets of note-paper-like paper.

He stood up and reached out to remove it.

There are words on the back of the paper, and the font is beautiful, and I guessed that it was a well-behaved and quiet girl when I looked at it.

This is a girl's diary.

It's just not clear why it's hidden here.

He looked over one by one, and slowly, his speed became faster and faster, and his whole face changed accordingly.

When he finished reading the last line of the last page, Zhou Dasheng's eyes stayed on the lower right, and his pupils jumped unconsciously.

"Chen Yao......"

Although Zhou Dasheng had never heard of the name, the things recorded in the diary combined with the clues he had already mastered were enough for him to piece together most of the plot.

Answer...... Most of it has been revealed.

Just as he was about to turn around excitedly and inform Wu Lan that he had found a clue to clear the level, he suddenly realized that at some point, he became silent behind him.

He immediately turned around.

It was darkness as far as the eye could see.

The light emitted by Wu Lan's mobile phone ...... It's gone.

He turned to look at the position in front of the door, and Mr. Ma also turned off his phone.

There is a huge music classroom, and now it seems that he is the only living person.

Instead of calling either of them by name, he quickly knelt down and extinguished the micro-flashlight in his hand.

He held his breath and shrugged himself in the darkness.

Something must have happened, there was a hint of coldness on his forehead, he was sure.

Mr. Ma didn't know, there could only be two reasons why Wu Lan could turn off his mobile phone.

First, she found an anomaly nearby, most likely a ghost, and she turned off her phone to hide herself.

Second, he jerked in his heart, perhaps...... Wu Lan is dead.

But no matter what one thing you do, one thing is certain, the hell...... It must be nearby.

"Crunch—"

The sudden grinding sound made his scalp tingle.

The sound was so close that it wouldn't be more than 5 meters away from him.

He held back the fear in his heart, and his gaze slowly swept over the faint darkness around him.

No.

Nor ......

The voice...... Where exactly was it issued?

Until—

"Crunch—"

His body was stunned, and this time he heard it clearly, the strange voice came from...... Behind him!!

But isn't there a mirror behind you?

He turned around slowly, mechanically, as if to give himself time to adjust, his eyes protruding in the mirror, his face pale, obviously terrified.

Although terrifying, he finally confirmed that the person in the mirror was indeed himself.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Wu Guang casually glanced at it and found that there was a blurry black shadow behind him in the mirror.

The position of the black shadow is much higher than his own.

"Crunch—"

The black shadow shook slightly, and this next week, Dasheng saw it completely clearly.

His eyes slowly widened, almost falling out of their sockets, and his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound.

It was a corpse.

A corpse that was strangled by a rope and hung from the ceiling!!

The corpse wears white ballet shoes on its feet, with a taut instep and toe down.

A gust of wind appeared out of thin air in the silent and confined space, blowing the corpse and shaking it gently, and the rope that hung the corpse made a familiar grinding sound.

"Crunch—"

After a single sound, the entire music room fell silent again.

......

It's getting dark.

There are not many street lights on campus, only one is far away, and the light of each light can only radiate a small area around it.

Under the street lamp, two figures walked side by side.

"Ah Yuan," Xiaobao said hesitantly, "Can you believe Zhang Yanwei's words?" ”

Su Zhiyuan replied without thinking: "No." ”

Xiaobao's footsteps were stunned, and his eyes when he looked at Su Zhiyuan became strange.

He originally thought that Su Zhiyuan would say that only part of it was credible, or half-truths and half-truths, but he didn't expect Su Zhiyuan to veto it so directly.

"Please start your show," Xiaobao said sincerely.

While hurrying, Su Zhiyuan stretched out four fingers, shook them and said, "Four points." ”

"Wait!" Xiaobao hurriedly stopped, then rummaged through his pockets all over his body, and finally took out a book and a pen, then pulled out the cap of the pen, opened the book, and said to Su Zhiyuan when he was over: "Say it, Ah Yuan." ”

Su Zhiyuan glanced at Xiao Bao, who was about to take notes, and let out a "tsk" sound.

"First of all-" Su Zhiyuan filled the long tone, Xiaobao really felt that Su Zhiyuan had the posture of a teacher in his elementary school who was in an open class, "10 years ago, Zhang Yanwei was just a student, and if she said that she would change classes, she would change classes, and she would transfer by herself, and she could help Chen Yao transfer, who did she think she was?" Is the school run by her family? ”

"Secondly, the gold content of the anniversary celebration is self-evident, whether it is a solo dance, whether to add a dance partner or not, this kind of thing can really be decided by Chen Yao, a freshman who has just entered the school for a few months?"

Xiaobao listened while brushing and writing in the notebook, some of which he didn't understand very well, and he didn't interrupt Su Zhiyuan, he marked it next to him, and was ready to ask again after class.

"Again," Su Zhiyuan smiled, lifted the strap of the camera bag up with one hand, and said, "Is it really necessary for Chen Yao to force his teacher in this way?" Would you rather gamble your reputation, or even your life? ”

He shook his head, "Please, this is reality, and it's not a vulgar brainless stupid white sweet Mary Suwen." ”

Just as Xiaobao was about to insert a gap and shoot a wave of Su Zhiyuan's sycophants, the latter said again: "You can also see Chen Yao's appearance and figure, and he is barely able to match me, how about him Su Yu, I am a man who works the night shift in KTV, and I am still the top ...... in the high-end group."

"Ah Yuan!" Xiaobao couldn't wait to cover his mouth, "There are no outsiders here, so don't act, okay?" ”

Su Zhiyuan pouted dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, what about the fourth point?" Xiaobao took out a small notebook, held it in the palm of his hand, and recorded it as he walked.

The already small pen looked more and more compact in his chubby hand.

"Hmph," Su Zhiyuan snorted, "This fourth point is powerful, and it is also the most important point," he lowered his voice, "Zhang Yanwei said that she was transferred to the ballet class later, do you remember?" ”

Xiaobao thought for a moment, then nodded, "That's right, that's what she said." ”

"Have you ever wondered why she had to change shifts?"

"It should be for Su Yu," Xiaobao scratched his chin with the other end of the pen, and said without hesitation: "If my boyfriend is seduced like this every day, I have to stare at it with my own eyes to rest assured." ”

Su Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds, he secretly poked and took a step to the left, narrowing the distance between him and Xiaobao.

"But Zhang Yanwei didn't mention the experience after she was transferred," Su Zhiyuan said in a playful tone: "Chen Yao, Zhang Yanwei, Su Yu, the three of them got together to take classes, it's really lively to think about." ”

Xiaobao recorded a pen meal.

"If I'm not mistaken, Chen Yao also committed suicide after Zhang Yanwei changed classes."

Su Zhiyuan stared at the night ahead, and there was suddenly a little more inexplicable melancholy in his tone.

Xiaobao seemed to have figured out something, put away the book and pen, and said to Su Zhiyuan: "Ah Yuan, if you want to say that, Chen Yao will definitely not let Zhang Yanwei go, then you say...... Zhang Yanwei she ...... Could it be already dead? ”

"She's a ghost?" Xiaobao's voice trembled slightly, "Is it a ghost who was controlled by Chen Yao and used to deceive us?" ”

"The goal is to kill us all!" He added.

After a while, Su Zhiyuan shook his head, "Probably not." ”

"Why?"