Everyone in the office looked at the skinny.

The skinny face was heavy, and the person on the phone said for a long time, only to say: "I know."Okay.Hang up first.”He turned to me and looked at me.

“Who is it?”I have an answer in my heart.

"A call from a horse soldier, another man was killed in the theater school."The skinny sighed, “This time it’s caught in the moment.”A boy strangled her because his girlfriend was going to break up."

“Strengthened?”Chen Xiaoqiu asked.

“Yes.It's a girlfriend's scarf."

It sounds like a whim, a passion to kill, and it’s completely different from Zhang’s case.

“Do you want to invite us to the theater?”I asked.

The thin head.

“Let’s go and see after work.”Guo Yujie did not hesitate.

"You don't have to go, I'll go see it myself."I have one rejection.

This time it’s not easy, I don’t want to drag them into the water.

The skinny man asked disappily, “Qi brother, what do you mean?”

"It's just a coincidence, there's no need to be so excited."I found a good reason, Guo Yujie immediately accepted, thin and fat people did not agree, Guo Yujie hesitated again.

“Don’t bother.We are not detectives, nor are we Aries, what do we do with so much trouble?”I am struggling with my heart.

“Then you’re still going?”Guo Yujie squinted at me.

“When a soldier comes, I will go to rest in his heart.”I see the boy being scared by the kimono, and now I see everything as a ghost."

Guo Yujie could not refute.

After work, the skinny and fat people still wanted to go with me, and I refused.

I called Ma Yibing and asked him to meet him at the school gate of the drama school.

The horse's chest hunchback hunched his head, and the whole person lost his spirit, like a bird of astonishment.Seeing me, he was like seeing a savior, and he took my hand in the first few steps.

I was speechless, so I could not shake his hand and ask, “What’s going on?”“Did your son ever witness the murder again?”

The horse shook his head, "No, if you don't see it, listen to what people say."

“Then how did you scare yourself like this?”I was scared by the night-night scare of Zhang Shanmei.This horse is too much.

"I can't.You say that one of those people who just hanged one, and now one of them is strangled again... In our school for so many years, all of whom committed suicide were counted by one hand, and that there had never been a murder before.”The horse said in frustration, "Qi Ge, do you say that there is something unclean?"

"I didn't find out last time."I shook my head and asked the horse to take me to see the murder scene first.

The murder scene in the school building on the corner of a stair, the stairwell has been blocked by the school, some students are curious far away, there are people like a horse and a soldier as timid and afraid, I would like to take a detour.

I stood in the hallway and looked out at nothing.After all, the murderer's modus operandi is to strangle the victim, and the scene is empty and leaves no trace.

“Who are the killers and victims?”I asked for details of the case.

Ma Yibing had heard about it, but he did not know much, "the murderer is our school, his girlfriend is not, is a former high school classmate."

“Run to break up?”I think it's weird.

Ma Yibing also felt strange, "I heard that before breaking up, the man recently began to harass her again, and then asked to negotiate something."

I listened to the gossip again and went to the theater together.When the horse came to the place, he did not dare to go in, and wanted to chat with Shakespeare, and carefully pointed out how I could enter through the side door - the front door of the theater could not be opened when there was no performance.

I pushed open the side door of the theater, I felt a foul, opened the mobile phone lighting, and aimed at the stage.

The stage was empty, and the light was moved up all the way up, to Zhang Shanmei, who was hanging in the middle of the air.

Zhang Shanmei hung her head, staring at me, her face full of unwillingness and resentment.

My back was cold, my hands were shaking, and my phone was shaking.

She opened her mouth and moved her finger.It was like being together with my nightmares.

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

Zhang Shanmei struggled hard, but the movement was so slight that if I didn't see too much in my dreams, I couldn't perceive it.Her eyes dripped with red liquid, like blood, ticking, and smashing on the stage.

I can’t stand it, but I don’t know what to do.Put her down?And that... I thought of it in my heart.The devil likes to deceive the living and lead them to death.Is Shane cheating on me too?

“Hm... he...” Zhang Shanmei squeezed a voice out of her throat, and the blood and tears flowed more.

The light in my head flashed, and my arms moved, illuminating the middle position of the auditorium.

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

I had a goose bump on my scalp, but I got up the courage to go to that seat.There was no trace around the seat.I dared to touch the cushion, tentaster cold and pungent, and excited me to withdraw my hand.I look at the stage, this position has a good perspective, can see the stage, see clearly, including hanging on the air of Zhang Shanmei.This is also the perspective of my dream.

Zhang Shanmei's eyes were turned over, and in addition to resentment, there was a little more fear in her eyes.She suddenly began to struggle, screaming as loudly as I had in my dream, scratching the hemp rope, and breaking all the nails of ten fingers.The rope was disconnected layer by layer, Zhang Shanmei fell from the air, fell heavily on the stage, and his eyes and ears spilled blood.She seemed to feel painless, and was very happy, and climbed up from the ground.She turned to me, and I saw clearly that her neck had been broken and a cervical vertebrae pierced her skin, but she tried to maintain the balance of her head and staggered to the audience.

Hush!

Zhang Shanmei fell down more than a meter high stage, and climbed up, as if there was no intelligence monster, and like a fire moth, moving strangely and slowly across the row of seats, and finally came to me.

Her face was full of blood, and her eyes were a feverish light.The blood hand touched my face, I did not feel the temperature of the blood, but was frozen as a falling ice cave.

“Am I playing well?”Zhang Shanmei asked urgently, and there was a lot of blood in his mouth.

I spit and said what I had heard in my dream: "Perfection."

Zhang Shanmei laughed like a little girl, slowly disappearing in the light of her mobile phone.

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

I touched half of my cheek, and it was still cold.I looked down at the cushion, and I tried and touched it again, still cold as a piece of ice.My heart is not warm either.

Precognised dreams?Re-enactment of past scenes?

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

What about the girl who was strangled?