She said, 'You won't save you when you die, will you?' () Okay, if I really die. I won't let you go, I'll pester you and let what I've experienced reappear in you. I'm going to make you live in fear every day, and then die as tragically as I do. ’

These cursed words made me uncomfortable. After the morning class was in a daze, I hurried back to my home. I always feel a little uncomfortable. Qiao Yu's death was definitely not normal. Did she tell me that she was haunted by ghosts? Or was she really killed by some supernatural force?

I didn't eat lunch and walked around the house. My head was a little confused, and finally I finally sighed and made a decision. At night, take advantage of the night, or go to the house where Qiao Yu died, maybe you can really find some clues.

I don't believe much in the chaos of ghosts and gods, but the uneasiness in my heart as if being watched by a predator grows stronger and stronger. I always feel like something big is going to happen!

Let's hope it's just an illusion!

Out of the protection of the landlord, the newspaper did not list the detailed address of the deceased girl. I called Pol and finally figured out where Qiao Yu lived. It's only a few streets away from my house. The place was located in the street of Tongkemu, and belonged to the noble residential area that the town was known for.

Patiently waiting until late at night, I went out when I was ready. The small towns in Europe seem to be much the same, and by six or seven o'clock in the afternoon the streets are empty, and there are not too many people. Everyone goes home, everyone goes home, and the alleys paved with red stone bricks in all directions are like ghosts without human breath.

I looked at my watch, and it was a quarter past 11. I was wearing a long autumn trench coat and was still a little chilled by the wind. After wandering around the empty narrow alley for more than twenty minutes, he finally came to the place where Qiao Yu lived before he died. It was a three-story house, newer than the one I rented, with a small garden in front of it, growers of purple lavender and some delicate plants. The street lamps dimly illuminate the tulips outside the garden, and the yellow petals look a little eerie. Especially at night, the tulips that sway in the wind reflect a nasty light.

Maybe it's because of my own mentality, I always look at the tulips that don't like the eyes.

I cautiously looked around and saw that there was no one. Residents stayed in their homes, not a few ugly housewives laughing. I pretended to be natural and went to the fence of the house, pulled out the master key and opened the simple lock, and walked in quickly.

The windows in the house were pitch black, without the slightest light. Due to the death of someone in the house, the girl who lived with Qiao Yu ran to a friend's house for refuge in fear. Thankfully, this reduces the unpredictable. I took a few steps across the small garden and opened the door in the same way. The layout of this small three-story building is not much different from the house I rent, and the entrance is a high staircase, and there is a room at the hand of the staircase. Up the stairs is the kitchen and living room, and up the floor is another bedroom and bathroom.

Qiao Yu lived on the third floor, and I went up the stairs. The staircase leading to the third floor had been cordoned off by the police, and the Germans did not send anyone to stay behind because they could not find the reason for his killing. I slipped through the cordon and into the unlocked, locked, police-turned room on the third floor.

This room is very spacious, about forty square meters. Brand new furnishings and an open kitchen. No wonder the rent is half as expensive as mine, and the landlord pays for the furniture. But there were dead people in the room, and it was estimated that there was enough for him to cry.

Qiao Yu died on the bed that was only more than three meters away from me. The one-meter-eight-wide bed is IKEA style and is only more than fifty centimeters high. The bed was a mess, and pink leaflets were thrown on the floor. The police searched very thoroughly, and I searched for a long time wearing gloves, but I did not find any other useful clues.

It is said that Qiao Yu's body was found because the girl who lived with her had already asked her to go shopping in Berlin with her. When the girl knocked on her door early yesterday morning, she didn't knock anyway. By noon, Qiao Yu still hadn't come out. The girl was a little worried, knocked on the door again, and finally thought she was in shock and hurriedly called the landlord. The landlord opened the door with a spare key, and the two were surprised. Qiao Yu's face was pale and terrifying, and he had already died in bed. The preliminary time of death was probably around 1 a.m. yesterday.

I don't have any doubts about that. The whole room is furnished, and there is nothing to doubt about it. I carefully checked the bed, and searched around several times, but finally found nothing. Although the important items have been taken away and archived, the police in the house have used chalk to outline the location of the original items.

I took out my phone and took a few photos. As I was about to leave, I suddenly turned around and caught my attention with the two clumps of white chalk on the side of the bed.

On the wooden floor, the two irregular oval strokes outline a pair of shoes, girls' shoes. The shoes should have been taken away by the police as well. But I can still see that dozens of hours ago, when Qiao Yu died, it was put in a state. The position of the head of the shoe towards the bed doesn't say much. But I had a little doubt, because those shoes were definitely not slippers, but more like sneakers to wear when going out.

It just so happened that I still remember that when Qiao Yu met me, he was wearing a pair of cricket shoes on his feet, and the police painted on the floor were basically the same.

I frowned, walked to the door of my dorm and shone my flashlight. There is a shoe cabinet here, all the shoes are neatly arranged for going out shoes and boots, and there are a few pairs of cute slippers. This proves that before Qiao Yu entered the room, he had to change into slippers. But that night, she walked directly into the room wearing board shoes.

Why? Is it because you're tired or something else? Does this have anything to do with her bizarre death? I don't know. With a head full of confusion, I collected the traces of my intrusion and left.

Qiao Yu's death will not have a dime to do with me, although I do care a little, but what I care about is more about her vicious curse before she died. I don't believe that her curse can really curse herself. That night, I tossed and turned all night and it took me a long time to fall asleep. When I opened my eyes the next day, I saw that since I was so good that I slept quite moistly, I didn't even have nightmares.

Nothing happened for the next few days, and time passed quietly.

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