One day I just got off the bus, the front foot has not stepped into the school gate, and a police car on the back foot has been driving from me.

My little curiosity is strong, things before it can take back to the dormitory, follow the police car to see the lively, who knows the police car to the library downstairs, down an old acquaintance, Wang Shun.

When I saw him, he ran to say hello to him, asked him what the market was, he looked very poor, shook his head, said that the library had a murder, came to see, and then paused, and asked me if I was interested together?

I said that dare to be nice, play a little TV watching the police to deal with the case, I have not seen the real!He made me better be mentally prepared, and generally the cases of his hands are more strange, either with the gods and geeks or with some people who behave abnormally.

I grinned and said that this god is not my old way!

We both went into the library.

Ask him what is going on in the case?He said that the deceased was a woman, 21 years old, was found dead in the history of the library on the third floor of the library this morning, the report is the librarian, called Xiaozhi.

I stopped for a moment, and the king asked me how to pull?I said that Shi Zhiji I have been, Xiao Zhi also knows, that place is locked all the year round, there is no key can not enter.

Wang Shun suddenly understood and said that it seemed that the dead and the librarian knew each other.I said it was very likely, otherwise where did the dead come from the key?

Speaking of us came to the third floor, only as soon as we stepped on the road, I felt cold, this kind of cold, the shade of the breeze on the yang people.

Wang Shun and I tightened our collars, and at that moment I was startled that I saw a redwood comb on the dresser in the guardhouse at the stairwell, and two more handprints on the dusty counter.

I looked at the door lock again, the rust of the lock was already with the part next to me, and obviously no one had opened it, and the last time I came, the palm prints and combs were not there!

I suddenly felt a deep uneasiness in my heart.

The king saw me frowned and asked me what was wrong?Did you find anything?I thought, for the time being, don’t tell him about it.

Then we turned into the corridor, the hallway lights are still very dark, coupled with the rotten breath of the rushing to feel very depressed.

Just then, we heard a scream coming out of the Shizhi Museum, and Wang Shun and I looked at each other rightly, and they ran to the Shizhi Museum.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Wu Jie, the trainee female police officer who had come to the collapse and Wang Shun before, standing next to a corpse dressed in red, covering his mouth, and his body was constantly trembling, obviously being frightened.

What happened to the king asking her?Why is she alone?What about the district police?

I walked to the side of the woman's body, which was lying on the side, face down, wearing a red robe woven in light yarn, the robes were long to the ankles, bare feet, the red lines on the soles of the feet, the left hand claws to scratch the ground, the right hand into fists, the index finger pointing straight to the southwest.

On the whole, the deceased must have experienced a violent shock before his death, and his body was in a state of extreme tension, which can be seen from her tightening of the claws, and no such spasms can be seen in the normal death.

In addition, the position maintained by the deceased before his death seems to be to tell later people what information, otherwise, they will not point to the southwest direction of the museum.

Seeing this, Wu Jie's mood gradually stabilized, I did not pay attention to her, ready to turn over the dead to see what found, who knows I have not yet done, Wu Jie shouted, said no.

I looked at her suspiciously, knowing that her eyes were full of fear, and trembling and pointing to the woman's body, she said it was terrible.

I looked at Wang Shun, signaled him to come over to help the handle, Wang Shun after all, the psychological quality should be stronger, he raised his shoulders, I raised my feet, turned the female body over, who knew, Wang Shun was startled, sitting on the ground, face blue and white.

I was blocked by him, stood up and looked, but also was startled, only to see the dead dead are extremely terrible, eyes are very round, like fish eyes, pupil scattered, face with white paper, more strange, her face is covered with a strip of red silk, the whole person looks as if she has been greatly frightened.

I know why Wu Jie was scared, it is good to be daytime, if it is estimated to be scared to death on the big night!

Wu Jie said that when she came, there was another person here, Xiaozhi, the administrator of the library, and the police reported it to him, but after they came, Xiao Zhi curled up behind the door and trembling, and kept saying not to look for him.

She saw that his spirit was not very stable, so she asked the police to accompany Xiaozhi to the guard room downstairs, etc., and then she began to investigate the scene, originally also wanted to turn over the dead, did not want to be shocked, and then we came.

I asked her if she found anything?

She said that no murder weapon was found at the scene, there was no trace of fighting, and there were no obvious wounds on the body of the deceased, but from the state of the deceased, he must have suffered a great shock.

I asked her what was the direction of the dead man’s finger?

She said that she had seen it, and it was all part of the history, and there was no suspicious place.

I walked in the direction of the dead man's finger, which was very deep, although it was daylight, but the Shizhi Museum had to turn on the lights to see things, and there was a row of bookshelf in the direction of the dead man's finger, but there were still several rows behind, I looked at the first row, nothing was found, and then walked a few rows inside.

Suddenly I felt a cold neck, looking back, a red shadow flashed from the mind, the heart is not a chuckle, remembered the first time to come to the Shizhi Museum to see the image, how to look like the dead in front of the eyes.

However, just when I muttered, the back of the bookshelf fell down a book, I turned around to look, was preparing to pick up, saw the bottom of the shelf exposed another corner of the book, picked up, my heart was deeply shocked!

This book is made of yellow parchment, the paper is crumpled, but what strikes me is that the book is written in two words with the dry red blood on it!

These two words are not very neatly written, and there are still piled drops of blood at the end of the handwriting, and some blood drops cracked to form silk vines and spread.

Wang Shun also noticed my side, came over to see me holding this book in my hand, asked me what it was, I frowned and shook my head, but when they saw the word ghost book, which was not dry, it was unbelievable!

For since we have just come in, at least twenty minutes have passed, and even if it is written in blood, it should be done, not to mention that we have come to the present, there is no fourth person!

And, even more frightening, when I opened the first page of the ghost book, a bloody red name was slowly written under our eyes...