Chapter 82 Please Start Your Performance

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Trapped in memories, he lit the match unconsciously. The faint flame danced like a candle bean, and the smoke filled the air, blurring before his eyes like a dream.

The past comes to mind little by little.

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

The ragged people knelt down helplessly in front of him, crying and wailing, begging the man in front of them to let them live.

Zhou Taifu enjoys this feeling.

Holding the power of life and death, he is as high as a god. Mortals are only worthy of groveling humbly at their feet, praying helplessly in a low voice.

The next second, there was gunfire spurting out, the sound of sharp blades cutting through skin, and the sound of flesh falling to the ground.

It's pleasant to the ear, like the sounds of nature.

"Ahem, cough, cough."

Zhou Taifu's pupils suddenly narrowed and he coughed violently.

The images in his memory were full of cracks like spider webs, and then suddenly shattered. He stared at the half-burned cigarette in his hand, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

A familiar smell spreads in the nasal cavity

Sangjiji!

No, it’s dead man’s grass!

This smoke has dead man's grass added to it! !

This is not a rainforest in Southeast Asia. How could such a thing exist?

Just when he was in extreme panic, a light suddenly flashed in his peripheral vision.

Close to the wall.

As if by mistake, he seemed to have received guidance from something, raised his legs, and walked over step by step.

Crouching down, I realized it was a piece of wrinkled wallpaper.

The wallpaper became damp, causing one corner to lift, exposing the reflective object behind it.

He stretched out his hand and slowly peeled off the wallpaper.

Behind it is a huge mirror.

He is almost half a person tall.

The width is not clear yet, but it is definitely much more than the height.

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

Zhou Taifu looked at himself in the mirror, which was not very clear, and suddenly felt a strange feeling for no reason.

In a panic, he looked away.

In the corner of the mirror, there are several sheets of notebook-like paper taped to it.

He stood up, reached out and took it off.

There is writing on the back of the paper, and the handwriting is beautiful. You can tell by looking at it that it is a well-behaved and quiet girl.

This is a girl's diary.

I just don't know why it was hidden here.

He looked at them one by one. Slowly, his speed became faster and faster, and his whole face changed accordingly.

After reading the last line of the last page, Zhou Taifu's eyes stopped at the signature on the lower right, and his pupils jumped unconsciously.

"Chen Yao"

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

Most of the mystery has been revealed.

Just when he was about to turn around excitedly and inform Yu Wen that he had found the clue to clear the level, he suddenly realized that from unknown time on, there had been silence behind him.

He turned immediately.

It was dark.

The light from Yu Wen's cell phone disappeared.

He turned to look in front of the door, and Feng Lan also turned off his cell phone.

In such a large music classroom, it seems that he is the only living person left now.

He did not call the name of either of them, but made a prompt decision, quickly leaned down, and at the same time extinguished the miniature flashlight in his hand.

He held his breath and inhabited the darkness.

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

Feng Lan didn't know. There were only two reasons that could have caused Yu Wen to turn off her phone.

First, she found an abnormality nearby, which was most likely a ghost. She turned off her phone to hide herself.

Second, he felt a sudden tug in his heart, maybe Yu Wen was dead.

But no matter what, one thing is certain, the ghost must be nearby.

"Crunch——"

The sudden friction sound made his scalp numb.

The sound was extremely close, no more than 5 meters away from him.

He suppressed the fear in his heart, and his eyes slowly swept across the faint darkness around him.

No.

nor

Where did this sound come from?

until--

"Crunch——"

He was startled, and this time he completely heard the strange sound coming from behind him! !

But isn't there a mirror behind you?

He turned around slowly and mechanically, as if giving himself time to adapt. His eyes in the mirror were prominent and his face was pale. He was obviously very scared.

Although it was scary, he finally confirmed that the person in the mirror was indeed him.

Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed a blurry black shadow behind him in the mirror.

The shadow's position was much higher than his own.

"Crunch——"

The black shadow shook slightly, and Zhou Taifu could see it clearly now.

He slowly opened his eyes, almost falling out of their sockets, and his mouth was wide open, but he could no longer make a sound.

It was a corpse.

A body strangled by a rope and hanging from the ceiling! !

The corpse was wearing white ballet shoes, with the instep stretched tight and the toes pointed downward.

A gust of wind appeared out of thin air in the silent and airtight space, causing the body to sway slightly, and the rope hanging the body made a familiar friction sound.

"Crunch——"

After the sound, the entire music classroom fell silent again.

It was already dark.

There are not many street lights on campus, and there is only one at a long distance. The light of each light can only radiate a small area around.

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

"Doctor," the fat man said hesitantly with a tangled face: "Can you believe what Li Yanwei said?"

Jiang Cheng answered without thinking: "No."

The fat man's footsteps froze, and his eyes looking at Jiang Cheng became strange.

He originally thought that Jiang Cheng would say that only part of it was credible, or half true and half false, but he didn't expect Jiang Cheng to deny it so directly.

"Please start your performance," the fat man said sincerely.

Jiang Cheng stretched out four fingers while hurrying on his way, shook them and said: "Four points."

"Wait!" The fat man hurriedly stopped, then rummaged through the pockets on his body, and finally took out a notebook and a pen, then pulled out the pen cap, opened the notebook, and said to Jiang Cheng after finishing: "You say it, doctor."

Jiang Cheng glanced at the fat man who was about to take notes and made a "tsk" sound.

"First of all -" Jiang Cheng stretched out his long tone. Fatty really felt that Jiang Cheng had the posture of his teacher in elementary school giving an open class. "10 years ago, Li Yanwei was just a student. She changed classes as she wished. It would have been fine if she changed classes by herself, but she also helped Chen Yao change classes. Who does she think she is? Is the school owned by her family?"

"Secondly, the value of the anniversary celebration is self-evident. Whether it is a solo dance or whether to add a dance partner, can such things really be decided by Chen Yao, a freshman who has just entered school for a few months?"

The fat man listened and took notes on his notebook. He didn't understand some of what he heard, but he didn't interrupt Jiang Cheng. He made a mark on the side and prepared to ask after class.