Qingye Supernatural Office

Everyone in the office looked at the thin man.

The thin man looked serious, and after listening to the person on the other end of the phone talking for a long time, he said, "I see. That's fine. Hang up first." He turned his head and looked at me with complicated eyes.

"Who is it?" I had an answer in my heart.

"Ma Yibing called, and someone from the Drama Academy was killed again." The skinny man sighed, "This time he was arrested. A boy strangled his girlfriend to death because she wanted to break up with her."

"Strangle to death?" Chen Xiaoqiu asked.

"Yes. I used a girlfriend's silk scarf."

This sounds like an impulsive, passionate killing, which is completely different from Zhang Shanmei's case.

"Ma Yibing wants to invite us to the Drama Academy?" I asked.

The thin man nodded.

"Then let's go and have a look after get off work." Guo Yujie didn't hesitate.

"You don't have to go, I'll just go and see for myself." I refused straight away.

I'm afraid it's not easy this time, and I don't want to drag them into the water.

The thin man asked dissatisfiedly, "Brother Qi, what do you mean?"

"It's just a coincidence. There's no need to mobilize people like this." I found a good reason, and Guo Yujie immediately accepted it. When the thin and fat people refused, Guo Yujie hesitated again.

"Stop messing around. We're not detectives, nor are we from Qingye, what are we doing with so many nosy affairs?" I earnestly said.

"Then you're still going?" Guo Yujie squinted at me.

"Ma Yibing begged to come here, and I'll go to reassure him. I think that kid was too frightened by the kimono, and everything looks like a ghost now."

Guo Yujie had no way to refute.

After get off work, the thin man and the fat man wanted to go with me, but I sternly refused.

I called Ma Yibing and made an appointment to meet him at the gate of the Drama Academy.

Ma Yibing bowed his head with his chest in his chest, his whole body was devoid of energy, like a frightened bird.Seeing me, he stepped forward and grabbed my hand as if seeing a savior.

I was speechless, finally shook off his hand, and asked, "What's going on? Could it be that your kid witnessed a murder again?"

Ma Yibing shook his head, "No, I didn't see it, I just heard what people said."

"Then why are you so frightened?" I was not so frightened every night by Zhang Shanmei.This Ma Yibing was too cowardly.

"I can't help it. Tell me, one was hanged just now, and now another is strangled to death... Our school has been counting suicides on one hand for so many years, but there has never been a single homicide before." Ma Yibing was depressed. He said calmly, "Qige, do you think there is something unclean?"

"I didn't notice it last time I came here." I shook my head and asked Ma Yibing to take me to the murder scene first.

The murder scene was at the corner of a staircase in the teaching building. The stairwell had been sealed off by the school. Some students looked at it from afar curiously, and some were as timid as Ma Yibing and wanted to take a detour.

I stood in the corridor and took a look, but saw nothing.After all, the murderer's modus operandi was to strangle the victim to death, and the scene was empty without leaving any traces.

"Who are the murderer and the victim?" I asked Ma Yibing about the details of the case.

Ma Yibing had inquired about it, but he didn't know much, "The murderer is from our school, not his girlfriend, but a former high school classmate."

"Run here to break up?" I felt weird.

Ma Yibing also found it strange, "I heard that they broke up before, and that man started harassing her again recently, and then made an appointment to negotiate or something."

I listened to Ma Yibing's gossip again, and went to that theater together.Ma Yibing didn't dare to go in when he got there. He wanted to chat with Shakespeare, and carefully pointed out how to get in through the side door—the main door of the theater was closed when there was no performance.

When I pushed open the side door of the theater, I felt a sense of yin. I turned on the light on my phone and pointed it at the stage.

The stage was empty, and the light was moved up by me all the way to shine on Zhang Shanmei who was hanging in mid-air.

Zhang Shanmei lowered her head and stared at me with an expression full of unwillingness and resentment.

My back felt cold, my hands trembled, and my phone trembled.

Zhang Shanmei opened her mouth and moved her fingers.That look overlapped with my nightmare.

My heart gradually calmed down, and I asked softly, "Do you... have any wishes?"

Zhang Shanmei struggled hard, but her movements were so slight that if I hadn't seen it too much in my dream, I wouldn't have noticed it.Red liquid dripped from her eyes, like blood, ticking and hitting the stage.

I couldn't bear it, but I didn't know what to do.let her goDoing that... My heart shuddered, and I thought of Xue Tao.That evil spirit likes to deceive the living and lure them to death.Could it be that Zhang Shanmei is also deceiving me?

"He...he..." Zhang Shanmei squeezed out a sound from her throat, and more blood and tears flowed.

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and I moved my arm, illuminating the center of the auditorium.

There was no one on the red seat, but the seat cushion was put down in the best middle seat, as if someone had sat there not long ago.

My scalp was numb and I had goosebumps all over my body, but I still mustered up the courage to go to the seat.No clues were left around the seat.I dared to touch the seat cushion, and the tentacles were icy cold, which made me withdraw my hand quickly.I looked towards the stage. This position had an excellent perspective, and I could see the stage clearly, including Zhang Shanmei who was hanging in the sky.And this position is also the angle of view in my dream.

Zhang Shanmei's eyes moved over, and apart from resentment, there was also a trace of fear in her eyes.She suddenly began to struggle, screaming at the top of her lungs like in my dream, scratching at the hemp rope, all ten fingernails snapped off.The hemp rope was broken layer by layer, and Zhang Shanmei fell from mid-air and fell heavily on the stage, with blood overflowing from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose.She didn't seem to feel any pain, and she was very happy, and struggled to get up from the ground.She turned to face me, and I saw clearly that her neck was broken, and a cervical spine pierced the skin, but she tried her best to keep her head balanced, and walked staggeringly towards the auditorium.

Bang!

Zhang Shanmei fell off the one-meter-high stage and got up again, like a monster without intelligence, or a moth fluttering towards a flame, crawling slowly and strangely across the rows of seats, and finally came to me.

Her face was covered with blood, and her eyes were frantic.That bloody hand touched my face, I didn't feel the temperature that my blood should have, instead I was frozen like falling into an ice cave.

"Did I act well?" Zhang Shanmei asked eagerly, spitting out a lot of blood from her mouth.

I swallowed and said what I heard in my dream: "Perfect."

Zhang Shanmei smiled brightly like a little girl, and slowly disappeared in the light of the phone.

With the disappearance of Zhang Shanmei, the chill that enveloped the theater was also swept away.

I touched half of my cheek, it was still cold there.Looking down at the seat cushion, I tentatively touched it again, but it was still as cold as a piece of ice.My heart doesn't warm up either.

Precognitive dreams?A reenactment of a scene from the past?

I don't know what happened just now, but this time I can be sure that Zhang Shanmei's death was not a murder, but a supernatural event.

What about the strangled girl?