My downstairs roommate died in the dorm.
She had a thin line of blood around her neck, which extended to the ground, but had been erased.
I recall that she once told me in a state of extreme panic that she had discovered a secret she should not have discovered.
On the night of her first 7th, I received a message from the lay:
Have you noticed that there are still four people breathing in the bedroom?
I was just trying to talk, and I was just following the summer curtain.
Don’t make a sound! If there’s someone in the bedroom who shouldn’t be here right now, he’s in trouble. _Other Organiser
[I feel that voice right below you. Do you feel anything under the bedboard? _Other Organiser
Seeing such news late in the night makes my heart so cold and so cold, I’m: _Other Organiser
Summer curtains are silent.
She made me sleep all over, so I lifted the covers straight to the ground.
And suddenly, my foot stepped on a soft thing.
I look down and I look down and I think it’s my favorite toy.
At this point, the rabbit showed a corner under the bed, and two red eyes looked right at me.
I got scared, I bended and tried to pick it up, but one of them didn’t hold it. The rabbit shrunk right under the bed, I reached out and I couldn’t reach my hand. I had to look inside.
And the next second, I saw with fear, under the bedboard, a girl who had been crushed and deformed was lying there, and his head turned to the outside, and the white eye was looking at me!
I screamed and fell down, and two other roommates came out of bed to see the situation.
They came around quickly, and I leaned under the bed, and the daring pleasure went right in and dragged the dead woman out.
I screamed again, and the summer curtains laughed, and the “creature” under the bed was a fake model that they had arranged in the morning to scare me for a prank tonight. The text message from the summer curtains was also intended.
I’m angry, an ass sitting at the desk.
“Give your rabbit back! “I threw the doll into the summer curtains, and she suddenly turned, and she walked away, and I put it on the poem table.
I couldn’t sleep at all tonight, and those two guys who did the pranks still got it.
Cheng had gone out to the toilet without any shame, while the summer curtains went straight to the drill to sleep.
The more I put up with it, the more I turned around and woke her up, and all of a sudden, my remaining light was swept through a shadow.
And I turned my head stiff, and I found it at the end of my bed, leaning towards the side of the balcony, and there was an extra load.
I remember very well that I never left anything there, and I was standing there just a moment ago, and I know as well if there was anything there.
And that’s when the acoustic light on the opposite floor was on, even though it was only for a moment, but I saw clearly –
At the end of my bed, a man on his knees!
He’s like a statue, but he’s got a silver lining in his arms.
I covered my mouth in fear.
I was quick to look at the balcony, but it was not surprising that the door had been sewn. The balcony was a second floor in the open. There was a tall tree outside, and it was not surprising that someone was crawling there.
Looks like this impassioned guest must’ve sneaked in before I turned my back to the bed.
My first reaction was to call the police. The school was next to a police station, very close to our dormitory, and could be here in a few minutes.
As long as I don’t make a sound right now and not get the attention of that man, we’re saved!
But just after I sent a text message to the police, I noticed with fear that the shadow of the bed’s feet was gone.
It’s a bad premonition.
I turned my head, in the dark, and a pale face came up.
The man was lying on the ground in an extremely twisted position and had a long neck stretch.
Her face is just three centimeters away from me right now!
At this moment, I kicked her with unprecedented strength, and I opened the door and ran into the hall, and there was a big bang coming behind me, and I looked back in my instinctively, and that looked at me, and only saw the man standing behind me with a strange smile.
I was about to collapse, screaming for help, and it seemed that the woman chasing me in the dark was afraid, and I felt that the sound of my footsteps was coming closer to me was falling behind me.
Fortunately, as I ran to the door on the first floor, I met a policeman who had come to rescue me.
It’s supposed to be a man, tall, wearing an inappropriate hat, covering most of his face.
My exciting tears sprung out, tumbled behind him and covered everything I had just experienced with his clothes.
“So you have a roommate in your dorm, right? I’m sorry.
The man said something. It was weird. It was a little bit sharper.
But I was not aware of my fear, and I nodded my head, and the man said, “This is trouble. The weird woman may return to your dormitory to find your friend.” So, my car’s parked outside, you go ahead and wait for me. I’ll go upstairs and look for you. I’m sorry.
He pressed the car key, and a black car parked under the tree was lit, and I didn’t even think about it.
After going in, we were in a state of extreme tension, and I leaned on the back of my chair to take out my cell phone, which was a few minutes ago, accompanied by a few unanswered calls:
I just went to the bathroom and the summer curtains said you were out of your mind. Where are you? _Other Organiser
I’ll lock the door if you don’t answer the phone. _Other Organiser
And just now:
Is that you? Why am I calling you so quiet? _Other Organiser
I was shocked by the coldness of the back of my head.
I suddenly realized that I didn’t tell the “cop” where I was staying, but why would he be able to find it right away?
And that’s when Cheng called me, and she was so loud that she almost broke my eardrum:
Run! A strange woman knocked on the door outside the dorm, and I didn’t open it. I heard her laugh and said, “It’s okay, there’s one in the car.” If it was you, run! I’m sorry.
It was cold all over the body, and my hand immediately put it in the hand and tried to get out of it, but the next second, a man’s face came up from the outside.
The woman in the uniform is staring at me with her eyes wide open, and she’s about to get her ear shut!
It’s not human. It’s not normal.
A woman spits strange words in her mouth:
“Why didn’t you avenge me why?
“We were such good friends, why didn’t you help me…”
I was severely intimidated and almost fainted.
I close my eyes.
But when I opened my eyes again, the windows stood out of a anxious face, the curtains, and two police uncles.
Turns out the police had just arrived and the woman noticed that she was leaving at a speed.
After asking me a few brief questions and considering my state of mind, the police left and assured me that the investigation would clearly give me a satisfactory response.
Her eyes were filled with fear, as the police had just left and the summer curtains suddenly fell softly on the ground.
As if the summer curtains were more frightened than I was, I said, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
She was shaking her lips and looking at me in a panic, and finally she was determined:
“At the moment, Aunt Lodge sent me a message saying that she never saw any strange woman in our building, and surveillance showed that only a man had come out and was speaking to the air at the door.
What are you talking about? “There’s never a ghost in this world, there’s only scary people. Even if the ghost came back and we didn’t do anything wrong, why did she come to us? I’m sorry.
The summer curtains seemed to want to say something, but she watched with fear and closed her lips.
I chewed the words of the summer curtain in pale and my heart fell down.
She’s a summer curtain aunt. The summer curtains must be true.
I can’t believe I’m the only one I’ve seen running away from.
She told me to avenge her? Who is she? Why me?
Is she really a little poem, and the little poem was killed?
The more I wanted to be scared, the more I thought of the summer curtains, the more I thought of running out of her head, the more I looked at her, the more I pulled her, the more I whispered, the more I said, “Did you find anything wrong when you were there when you found the little poet’s body?” I’m sorry.
I looked at her strutting and slowly calmed down to remember the day.
When I came back to the dormitory after dinner, I suddenly smelled blood when I opened the door, and I saw the poem lying under the covers. On the bed, when I looked at her, there was a very thin line of blood around her neck, leaning down to the ground as if it was pointing in one direction, but it was erased in the middle. The line disappeared when the police came back.
“I felt bad when I lifted up the covers and found the little poem covered in blood, and there was a lump beneath her…”
As soon as I thought about what I saw that day, I wanted to get sick, my head was so tight, I wanted to film my back.
“Are you the only one in the dorm? I’m sorry.
“Yes, I cried, and when I found it, I ran out and cried, and when I came back, I saw the summer curtains sitting on the floor with a shock. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
“It seems that my guess is correct. I’m sorry.
Looking at my confused eyes, she said without an expression:
“When Poetry died, there was a man in the dormitory. But that man chose to die and watched the poem die in pain. When you returned, there was a third person in the dormitory, who was hiding on the balcony and then pretending to enter it. I’m sorry.
“You’re…” My pupils are convulsing. I’m sorry.
I’m sure of it:
“Good. Everything that happened tonight was connected to her. From the very beginning, she came to me to make a prank, and she was the one who just called a ghost to make people panic. Think about it. Was the summer curtain still in bed when that strange woman entered the dorm? And when that woman knocked on the door, I didn’t feel her movement in the impression of sending you a message.
“If I’m not mistaken, the truth is that the summer curtain was clearly not in bed and that woman was pretending! I’m sorry.
“What? “But why would she do that?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t know that either. But if you don’t do something bad, you won’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. “The first target of the summer curtains was the little poem, which, immediately after her death, aimed at you, trying to force you out of the dormitory by making ghosts.” And Poetry had the best relationship with you. Did she ever discover what summer curtains had to say to you? I’m sorry.
It’s late at night, and a chill goes in my back.
I hear myself shaking. “As if there was… she said she found a secret she shouldn’t have found. I’m sorry.
It was a twilight, and the poems were holding a white piece of paper on the bench, and I came over and she hid it.
Her face was hard to see that day, and I thought there was another word in her classmates and I wanted to comfort her, but the little poem shook her head.
I remember very well that that day, she seemed very determined to say something to me, but when she said she had discovered a secret that should not have been discovered, we suddenly heard a footsteps.
When the poem looked at it, it began to whistle, and I noticed that her eyes were frightful.
I was surprised to turn back, but there was nothing behind us.
“And then I asked her repeatedly whether or not she was going to say anything,” I said, “But I can see that she was acting like, after knowing that she was going to die, helpless grief.” I’m sorry.
Tsing-eun’s eyes are raised again.
A moment later, she said, “There’s always been a lot of secrets about her son’s father, like when she had this child, and why she wouldn’t tell her family that she was living in a dormitory, and was determined to give birth. I’m sorry.
On that night, Cheng Joy indicated that her guess about the summer curtains was just speculation, so don’t call the police so as not to panic. We’ll watch it for two more days and try to find out the undiscovered secret of the poem.
The three of us sleep in the dormitory this night, but we’re on the other side.
I suddenly began to feel sorry for the little poem.
Her parents died in a car accident when she was a little girl, and all these years her sister dropped out of school and worked so much for her. It was only a matter of time when she and her sister broke up.
Even worse, after her unwanted pregnancy, the man never showed up at all, and even several times we saw a poem pick up the phone with tears; yet the reaction to her urging her to take out the boy’s poem was extremely intense, and she preferred to die to keep her last contact with the man.
I don’t know who the man is, or what magic he has, and Poetry is willing to break up with us and die for him.
Pure silly girl. I’m suffocating.
In the morning, Cheng was going to buy food with thick black eyes. On the bed, when I saw her go, I got up and said to me, with a lot of excitement:
“You know, the ghost of Poetry will soon come back and kill us all! I’m sorry.
“Calm down, I’m sick of looking at the summer curtains as if they were crazy.” “There’s no ghost in this world. Can you stop scaring yourself every day? I’m sorry.
“No, no! “I have proof! I actually went back to my dorm at noon before you did, and I saw Poetry lie down. On the bed, it was just that joy was there, and she was crouching on the ground and she took me away as soon as she saw me get nervous and said the captain was asking for something.
“The more I think about it, the more I’m halfway back, the more I see the little poems being ripped out and laid in blood. There she was, and there was a red thing leaning down her neck, but it was broken in the middle.
I stopped. She saw the bloodline too?
And summer curtains hastened to hold my hand and begged me to believe her: “You may not know that my aunt told me that there is a saying in our home that if someone dies, blood will drop on her neck, and the blood finger will be in the direction of the murderer.” Have you forgotten that Ching-Hak and I are from my hometown? I’m sorry.
“What country?”
When the door opened, Cheng was standing at the door with a strange smile.
I suddenly remembered that Cheng had said that she hated the ghost because she came from a small town in which both parents were fanatics.
From this environment, can a person really be completely clean?
In contrast, the summer curtains were superstitious, but she had the guts to be too small and uninvolved to be able to think anything in her face. Will a man like that really be a murderer?
“Why are you suddenly quiet? “The smile turned to the summer curtains, and from my point of view, she saw no smile in her eyes. “Summer curtains, why are you suddenly saying that we’re from home? I’m sorry.
The air is quiet.
And when I saw the summer curtains, I said: “She said that you were both from the home of a little poem, and now it’s hard for the home to get hurt.” I’m sorry.
Summer curtains rushing nod.
Cheong-hye looked at me like a twat and relaxed her guard. She put her breakfast on the table and went to the balcony and her boyfriend called.
I’m in the summer curtain, and I’m in the air.
I’ve always been between atheistic and theistic, and in this case, whether the woman who came after me was a human or a ghost, or a bloodline or a human being, I tend to be more suspicious.
The summer curtain whispered, “You can’t tell anyone about this secret, and we’re done for if there’s any other way to kill us.” I’m sorry.
“Hey, you’re so sweet and rich and boyfriend or weed. I ask:
Cheong-hye is a typical perfect girl, whose self-discipline and excellence I’ve never seen before, and every time I’ve been with her I’ve had a low self-esteem.
She’s really, really perfect.
The summer curtains were also silent: “Yes, I would say, why would she be so happy to see us all like a pheasant? I’m sorry.
That makes my heart pounding.
Poetry, what’s the secret that must kill her?
Her belongings had already been taken away by her sister, and I watched her empty desk and cupboards, and there was sorrow in her heart.
“Hey, how come there’s no water in the water? The summer curtains carry glasses.
“Oh, I drank it all this morning. I’ll change the water! I stopped thinking.
That night, my cell phone ran out of electricity, and the library closed down and returned to the dormitory.
It may have been a little late for the lights in the building to go out, and in the empty hallway, I walked step by step, and I didn’t know if there was an echo, and I always felt that there was someone behind me.
And he was not far from me, but I looked back in black.
The feeling of being followed is getting stronger and I finally stop and turn around.
In the silence, I suddenly felt the wind blowing in my face.
The door and window on the first floor are closed, and only people move.
In the dark, someone comes near me with his feet on.
My heart trembles when this thought rises.
And the next second, I suddenly glimpsed what was on the ground with a bow bow.
I immediately turned madly and ran, and the sound of the muddy footsteps followed, and I almost threw all the things I could throw back, and ran into the dormitories, without care.
Strangely, the dorms are out of power.
And there’s nobody but me.
I felt like I wanted to turn on the lamp by the desk, but just as I walked by, something tripped.
“Aah!”
That’s when I noticed that there was a shivering man on the corner of the wall.
It’s summer curtains.
The face of the summer curtains was white, and she said to me, “The dormitories, the dormitories are filled with people. I’m sorry.
I’m breathing a bit.
In the dark, I was afraid to move, and my back was so tight, as if I could feel someone coming.
At that time, a cold wind came in, the balcony door was completely open and the light was out of the window, and I can be sure there was no one in the house.
The summer curtains are suspicious again.
Not yet. My ankle was caught by a cold hand.
I screamed and looked down and found out it was summer curtains.
Her face was cold and sweaty, and her eyes were a little gruesome: “Look outside. She talks to me in her mouth.
I followed her eyes and there was no one on the balcony.
But the summer curtains are already shaking more and more, and the whole person looks on the verge of collapse.
I grabbed the fruit knife on the table and slowly came to the balcony.
I took a deep breath, I kicked the door, and it sounded like a hysteria, and I was sure there was nothing behind it.
I’m just a little relieved to stand on the balcony.
I got my hands on the table and I looked down. There’s only a few noises in the dark, and there’s no difference.
I don’t understand why the summer curtains have been so nervous lately, but tonight she must’ve been thinking too much.
The night wind is tickling my head.
I stood up for another moment and felt something wrong at the top of my head.
Then I saw one of my most feared images of my life.
I pulled a whole bunch of hair, and I pulled my hand back in a panic, but it was like I grabbed my hand, and I pulled it down, and a face on my lips slammed in front of me!
This face is awful, but it’s the worst thing about it. She’s on the back, and her lips are like smiling.
No, she’s crying like a bitch!
And the next second, I went back crazy and pulled the door on the balcony, and a dark shadow came up, and her nails were scratching the door, and she was so strong that I had to pull the door open, and I had to use all my energy to lock it, and I was gonna cry, “Call the police, summer curtains! I cried, but I was quiet in the dorm.
When the movement outside the door completely disappeared, I suddenly found myself sitting in front of a dressing glass.
The person was sitting quietly in front of him and was taking up a comb and combing his hair quietly.
“Summer curtains”?
I tried to scream, but I didn’t get any answers.
What’s with the summer curtain hair?
I doubt it, but when I get closer, I realize there’s nothing in front of the dresser.
I’m sitting in front of a comb.
Even though the bedroom does not have a little light, I can see its own outline.
It’s just, slowly, this outline seems to have changed.
It’s like the chin’s sharper, the hair’s longer, the body’s thinner…
Until I saw the tummy in the mirror.
Poetry!
It’s the day before Poetry died!
She used to sit in the mirror at night and look at herself in the mirror!
I watched the person in the mirror take up the comb and then I went on and combed my terrible hair.
I wanted to escape, but the terrible events that struck me this evening have cost me all my energy, not to mention the fact that the people who followed me outside the door are still out there… I sat in the chair in despair and felt the nearness of death.
I’ve never thought of home like this, of mom.
I wish it was just a nightmare, and when I woke up, my mom was groaning by the bed and asking me to eat.
But soon, a line of words appeared in the mirror that made me very distraught.
Someone killed me.
Fresh red liquids flowed down, and the words in the mirror gradually melted and turned into more dramatic lines:
Kill her for me! Or you’ll die! _Other Organiser
And when We came back to her at 11:00 p.m. with joy, according to her strict standards, We shall be covered in shades and shades.
She didn’t turn on the light, and then she went to bed.
But she didn’t know that this night I exchanged information with the summer curtains, and our mind changed.
[You’re sure you saw Cheng-Yu wipe that line off? _Other Organiser
The summer curtain replied: [Yes, I can swear to God.] I did it on purpose last night when I talked to Cheng Yu to scare you. I was trying to find out. Do you remember the doll of that little poem under your bed? _Other Organiser
I’m scared when I think of that weird red-eyed rabbit.
The summer curtain goes on:
[That’s what I saw in Cheng Yu’s cabinet! I deliberately hid under your bed to see her reaction, and if she wasn’t the one who killed Poetry, she would have picked up the doll by accident and she would have said something when she saw you pick it up. _Other Organiser
But she didn’t. She just went on with the game, all the way to nothing. _Other Organiser
[Don’t you know that dolls are spiritual, and when the master recognizes him, he avenges him! _Other Organiser
The light from the cell phone screen stings my eyeballs and I can’t help but shake.
But suddenly, my blanket was lifted.
I saw Chengjoi’s magnified face coming in.
Her eyes were wide open.
She said to me, “What’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
Fortunately, I’m in a hurry to show Cheng’s record of being followed by someone who just called the police. Cheng’s head is sitting next to me, looking at the record very slowly, and my heart’s about to jump out, and I’m afraid the summer curtains will send a message.
Fortunately, she did not say anything, and Cheng Jing was quick to ejaculate and climb into her bed.
When I thought the crisis was over, Cheng said:
Do you really believe in ghosts? _Other Organiser
I don’t believe in ghosts. The ghost is nothing but a skinned man. _Other Organiser
I don’t know what that means, but she’s got the sound of turning off the hood, and she snores a little.
This time, I was told in my gut that Cheng Yu could not be the murderer.
She didn’t know anything, and tonight she seemed so relaxed.
I’m sure with her wisdom she must know something.
And the summer curtains are still in a panic.
I can’t wait for the little poem. Her spirit is pushing me every night. _Other Organiser
Can we make an accident to kill Cheng? _Other Organiser
I look at this line of words and I feel cold in my heart.
The love between roommates in the morning and evening is so thin.
A few psychic events are enough to trigger summer curtains.
I think of the bright smiles of the girl I saw on the first day of school, and I feel like it’s coming.
In the early morning hours of the following day, Tsai Tsai went out in the morning to practice her food, but this time she was half an hour late and she did not return.
I went out looking for her and saw her boyfriend downstairs.
Menang’s handsomeness is well recognized, but I see him this time, but I feel a deep fatigue and loss.
His black eyelids were heavy, and the whole man had a beard, which was very different from the young ones who had had a temper.
When he saw me, he came up and grabbed me in the arms without a single lid.
“Where’s Kobayashi? Did you forgive me? I’m sorry.
“What? * I barely get out * I’m sorry.
“Isn’t she hiding from me? Shouldn’t she be back at this point? Why didn’t you see me? Why? I’m sorry.
I was scared when Meng An Lian Ju was asking me, and I screamed to shoot his hand off, but he grabbed me.
“I still can’t forgive that I loved her so much that she was the only one I loved all along…”
“I knew she wouldn’t forgive me I made such a big mistake and kept it from her for so long I knew what to do…”
Meng An murmured to turn around and left, and for the first time I saw his back bending like that, walking was lame.
It’s also surprising that there’s an aunt in the bedroom.
But instead of looking at Monan’s doubts and regret, the Hostess had a little obnoxious.
“How many young girls do you want to kill if you’re such a bad boy, you’re such a disgraceful person! I’m sorry.
She said she was leaving, and I suddenly remembered the surveillance problems of the other night, and I couldn’t help it, and she finally told me that she actually saw me in the surveillance.
But she comforted me by saying, “It’s nothing, it’s not a ghost. We’ve got a lot of security down on the floor. I’ve only seen you from the few left. What if someone was hiding from the camera? I’m sorry.
I was whispering, and I slowly asked:
Do you really think there’s a ghost in this world? I’m sorry.
Auntie’s face has changed.
Her face is a little pious and frightened. “Well, many of us believe in this, and we have to ask people to count for the holidays. I’ve been here a long time and I’ve been forgetting all that. But…
The eyes of my aunt were glistening and she almost held her clothes unconsciously.
I was like, “What kind of aunt are you?” Please tell me!”
“But there are things that you can’t believe. I’m sorry.
Under my constant pursuit, a terrible thing unknown has surfaced.
So this is how it all started.
If things are really … everything makes sense.
It’s her!
I ended up in the middle of the day, but my back was cold and I almost stood up with a stool.
As soon as I got back to the dormitory, the summer curtains jumped on my lips and asked me how I was thinking.
I looked at the summer curtains, which were quickly thinning, and I wanted to say something, but I could not bear it.
At that time, the door of the house was knocked on, and a delivery from the students in the next dormitory was sent to Cheng Yu, and the sender was Meng An.
I was going to put it on the table, but the summer curtains were one of the things that took away the past, and she was tearing it apart madly, despite my obstruction, and she cried out, “What is wrong with a murderer?” If I hadn’t killed her myself, I’d have called the police! I’m sorry.
The delivery was a CD-ROM, and the summer curtain pushed me into the computer.
When the picture came to pass, our faces were confused and then turned into incredible horror.
This is a surveillance video that took place a year ago at a hotel.
There’s only one character in there.
He just took a shower and sat at the table and started calling.
He seemed in a good mood. The phone called for over two hours.
And for more than two hours, I and the summer curtains were horrified to find a girl lying down under the bed of surveillance, waiting patiently, in black and white surveillance videos, with her lips bending unstoppably, and the whole person shivering in the face of extreme excitement.
We know this man so well.
It’s a little poem.
After a while, Meng An hung up his phone and drank a glass of water in front of him and fell asleep on his chair.
It all happened so strangely, and even worse, the little poems that were hidden under the bed were bending up and reaching out a little bit.
“Summer, summer curtain…” I said, “A year ago, one day, the poem was gone all night, and when she came back the next day, the whole man was in a state of madness, as if she was so excited that she finally got what she wanted.”
The summer curtains are gone.
At the end of the video, the girl climbed down on the boy, with her cold face on the face of the boy, with her head in front, but her eyes turned towards the camera.
“Aah! “I don’t know if the poems were intentional or not, and I and the summer curtains have gone crazy seeing her eyes.
“It’s really immoral for a little poem to do that. She’s committing a crime. But would it be true that the secret of Poetry is that Moon is Cheng’s boyfriend, who will kill her when she finds out? The summer curtain looks at me without blood.
And this time, I heard loud voices from my heart.
Do the secrets of the poem really exist?
Why, from the beginning to the end, did we not think that the liars of the heavens were the ones who died?
“No! No! Poetry isn’t Cheng’s killer! I’m sorry.
I said, “No one killed her, she died of her own accord.” And after she died, she had to drag someone into the water. That’s Tsing Joy! I’m sorry.
The aunt told me not only about Monan and Little Poetry, but also that Little Poetry had “unintentionally” revealed some superstitions about her hometown when she was chatting with her.
Among them, when a person is killed, a red line appears on the neck of the deceased if the grievance is strong enough to point in the direction of the perpetrator.
Auntie didn’t care, but later she heard the summer curtains say she saw it in the dorm, and she realized that the poem was really killed?
I asked someone, but there’s no such thing as this at home.
In other words, it’s a little poem that started it.
But why would she make it up?
Once upon a time, when summer curtains were watching movies and fascinated by the fact that they had ghosts around them, little poetry didn’t care that she should not be superstitious. What kind of coincidence is it that a man who is never superstitious makes himself talk to someone else about what happens when he dies?
“I have a bold assumption that she knew that at noon that day, you’d be the first to return to the dormitory in a time of great pleasure. That’s what she’s trying to use to cast doubt on you, and to make you, a little coward and a ghost believer, have a bit of fear of Cheng. I’m sorry.
And it was likely that the pleasure of being clean and forced was just being misled on the ground by a little poem, which she repeatedly begged us to even threaten our lives with, let us not speak out and not be discovered by anyone.
After all, she’ll be ruined for the rest of her life.
We had to allow her to give birth in the dormitory, and she was so overwhelmed with the symptoms of panic that, at the end of the day, we had no experience of her dying.
“The woman who broke into the dormitory knows all about the layout of our dormitory, except for the ghost of the little poem, who was bought by the little poem. I’m sorry.
“How does the little poem know she’ll die? You and you have to tell the evidence. “The summer curtains are talking.
“The evidence is her medical report. I’m sorry.
The door was opened, Cheng Yu and two policemen came in, and a list was raised in her hand.
“This was found in her belongings. The poem is an extrauterine pregnancy, followed by high blood pressure during pregnancy. She refused to give birth to the child, despite the doctor’s advice, and initially tried to tie her to Monan, before she could wake up. She realizes that she will never have the chance to have Menang. She hated it, but she couldn’t stand it. She had to turn it on me. She had a terrible plan in her head. I’m sorry.
She’s going to kill Cheng Yue.
Kill the man who took the man she loved most.
It was just that, in her present condition, she was afraid she could not do it herself.
Then try.
13. (Chang Yi)
A few days before the birth, her favorite rabbit doll was placed in the cupboard of Cheng Joy.
The day-to-day life of Twilight is too regular, too strict, too rigid, and the poet knows that she cleans up the cabinet once a month, and that during that month and a half the doll is enough to lie in it in peace.
A young girl who was weak and was wearing loose clothes was still able to walk out to find a hostess.
So there’s the red line.
She knew when she was due to give birth, and on that day she had a strong feeling that she was dying.
She contacted her own sister.
Her sister, who loved her so dearly since she was a young child, has, with her repeated pleas, finally promised to help her, so the disappearance of the red line in the back, the strange woman, the blood in the mirror, the dark shadow in the halls and all the people who did it.
It’s just different from the words in the mirror that I saw, and the summer curtains saw it, and it was plain:
So she went through our closets one by one while we were gone.
Poetry’s actions easily destroyed summer curtains’ psychological defence, and she believed that the ghost of Poetry was back, and the fool was really thinking how to make it happen, but she chose the most clumsy way —
Burn paper.
Write everything on paper and burn it on the balcony.
A simple curse that she thought would bring back the ghost of the poet to avenge the murderer.
By chance, she and the police worked together to make up everything.
Despite efforts to hide their tracks using surveillance of the dead, Poetry’s sister had no place in modern and highly developed forensic techniques and was soon found by the police and confessed everything.
In fact, on the day she was arrested, she was preparing her last wish to complete her sister’s last step.
If no one can kill Cheng Yu, let her do it.
14. (The truth)
It was not her fault that Meng-An sent the CD and dropped out, but she made it clear that the relationship would not continue.
Moon was indeed a victim, but he chose to hide and let go in the name of his face, ultimately making a big mistake.
We have been silent for a long time since we learned the truth.
The summer curtains covered her eyes from the very beginning until her shoulders were convulsed, until she cried at the end, almost to hold her feet and be stopped by her.
I watched it in silence and slowly breathed.
I knew it. Poetry was a loser.
Two messages sent by Cheng Joy that night caused me to wonder why she suddenly went to sleep so openly and with such certainty.
Fortunately, I contacted the police officers who had previously called the police, and this led to the news that the sister, who was formerly Poetry’s sister, was suspected and was about to be arrested. And Cheng Hui has been cooperating with the police in secret.
It’s a pity that I helped poets wipe the red line off their hands, and I cooperated with her sister in so many shows.
Fortunately, I’m not hurt at all.
Who’s gonna suspect me?
After all, from the beginning to the end, I just wanted to play a role as a catalyst.
There are some who have no reason for their evil deeds, and are forced to say one thing for a reason. That is, I will not be pleased.
I hate her self-discipline, I hate her for everything, everything, and I hate her for being tall and self-righteous.
I hate it even more, whether it be summer curtains or other classmates, who exaggerate in my presence without reservation, and who, together with me, put themselves in the “shell.”
Every time I hear that, no one knows how much I hate.
It would have been good for him if he had been killed by the summer curtains, but if not, I would have chosen myself as soon as possible, so that everyone would know that I am on the right and the right side.
I can’t help but think about it.
But suddenly, Cheng was looking at me, and she looked very gentle:
“What are you laughing at? I’m sorry.
She hit her head with her finger, and she said with some doubt:
“But her sister came to the city the day after her death, the day she died, who wiped the red wire off her neck? I’m sorry.
She was asking questions, but her eyes fell upon me without hiding.
“This man must have been able to enter and leave the dorm, and made some kind of deal with Little Poetry. I’m sorry.
My pupils had a shock, and my instincts told me I couldn’t let Cheng go on.
She can’t keep talking!
“Chang Joy, I suddenly remembered…”
“It doesn’t matter what comes to mind. It’s important to let me finish. I’m sorry.
Cheng turned around smiling and turned back with a pink old phone in his hand.
When I saw this phone, my heart almost died. It’s a little poem’s cell phone.
“You’re surprised. “The sister of Poetry promised you to destroy the phone, but it’s her sister’s legacy, and it’s worth some money. I’m sorry.
I’m happy to hold my cell phone up, and the last conversation I had with Poetry a week ago is on the screen.
I’ve just lost my strength. _Other Organiser
Don’t forget, this line needs to be wiped clean, used paper must not be left in the dormitory.
The summer curtains looked at all of this, and walked twice as hard.
“No! No! It’s not true! * I screamed in a hurry * Chat records are fake! Believe me! What does Cheng like today mean? That was the first time I’ve ever said a poem before! Why did you frame me? I’m sorry.
“Really?”
But the evidence that came back to me completely collapsed.
Because of her, I found a list of my hormonal drugs with sugar cortex.
And these pills, they’re all in my summer glasses.
I don’t want her to die, I don’t have a very small dose, I just want to use a slow, undetected little fire to excite her, exacerbate delusions and help us to complete the plan.
And the summer curtains do as I wish, when the wind blows, the dogs jump.
“I never drink water from a drinker in a dormitory, and you have replaced it for almost half a month. You can’t stop now. You didn’t do anything?
“Do you really think all the words I said to you refer to the summer curtain? I gave you a lot of chances. I’m sorry.
16. (Conclusion)
I was handcuffed to the police station to investigate.
And when I passed by the summer curtain, she whispered to me, “You disgust me. I’m sorry.
“Sorry…”
I was ashamed to raise my head, and suddenly I felt cold and dismayed at seeing this eye.
I’ve never seen summer curtains with that look.
It’s like the last winner, and her eyes are red and her mouth is full of smiles.
“Bye-bye, Tweedy. I’m sorry.
She’s back to that serious shock. “This National Scholarship was born between you and me and Poetry, but you two I’m so disappointed. I’m sorry.
She cried with her face covered.
But her voice fell into my ear and she was smiling.
I finally realized that in the days following the death of Poetry, the summer curtains were firmly placed in the dormitory despite their fear.
None of us ever applied for a new dormitory. So we all have our own thoughts.
I suddenly wanted to laugh. It’s ridiculous, it’s so cold, it’s ridiculous!
“I hope we don’t be roommates again in the next life. I’m sorry.
The second you get out of the dorm, the summer curtains are suddenly loud.
In the direction of the reverse light, her face became blurred.
Suddenly, I feel like I’m going back to the day I started school.
Poetry, Cheng Joy, summer curtains and I, four girls, smiled like flowers.
I don’t know who said it first, to be the best sister in life.
The end–
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
