Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

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"I suddenly turned my gaze to the old man."

"Obviously the old man realized what I was thinking, he nodded directly, and then his eyes became fierce: You guessed it, I did kill Duan Xiaoou.

Do you know what life was like before I sang?

Those were soulless days! ! "

"The old man was yelling like he was in a madness, and he was very emotional: I finally realized the joy of life when I cooperated with Duan Xiaoou, but you took all of this away like this!! So, I I tampered with the spotlight—and then, I plan to seek revenge on you.

However, that night at the bar, Duan Xiaoou's ghost suddenly appeared! "

"Hearing this, I painfully remembered that night in the bar, the light was very dark, and Duan Xiaoou on the stage was far away from me."

"She is a mute, and it is impossible to talk to me. The person who talked to me turned out to be the old man in front of me!"

"The old man tempted me to go outside his house, and it is very likely that he is looking for an opportunity to harm me!"

"But...why didn't he do it?"

"Perhaps... it's because my note is full of words praising his singing, which makes him immersed in vanity, so he hasn't attacked me for a long time."

"But the problem is..."

"Why did he take the opportunity to sell me the refrigerator?"

"And you are still hiding in the refrigerator, and come here to explain the truth to me?"

"I can't figure it out!"

"So, I wrote the question to him."

"result……"

"When the old man saw my note, his expression suddenly changed. He stared at me and said in a trembling voice: That...the person who stuffed me into the refrigerator...wasn't you?!"

"what?!"

"As soon as I heard this sentence, I was completely stunned."

"I've never done such a thing!"

"There's no way I did it! I swear to God."

"So……"

"Suddenly, a weird detail came to my mind—on a piece of paper the old man gave me, there was a drop of liquid that exuded a corrosive smell. Of course, that liquid couldn't belong to the old man! Could it be... ..."

"Thinking of this, I hurriedly took out the note from my backpack."

"Sure enough, the words on it are not the old man's handwriting!!"

"Then, there is only one possibility - that day, the old man thought that the communication with me was over, so he left the door, and the other person who was lurking in Menli took advantage of this opportunity to sneak out quietly. Write that note."

"And this person is most likely Duan Xiaoou!"

"After seeing the liquid, and then related to the change in singing, I preconceived that Duan Xiaoou, who was singing, had begun to rot."

"But maybe, it's just that the old man's throat is sick and inflamed!"

"The old man stared at me with his cloudy eyes wide open: I sold you the refrigerator to take the opportunity to defraud you of your money. But after you went out, I felt that my neck was slapped to death." Choke it! Soon, I will arrive, and when I woke up just now, I found myself in the refrigerator!"

"Speaking of which, the old man is already sweating profusely: I thought... the person who strangled me from behind was you!!"

"Hearing this, I subconsciously looked towards the refrigerator behind the old man—behind the half-covered refrigerator door, a pair of cold eyes were staring at me..."

"Those eyes, old and cloudy, are definitely not Duan Xiaoou's eyes! Yes, I'm sure, definitely not!"

"When the old man saw my face change, he followed my gaze and looked towards the refrigerator."

"After he was stunned for two seconds, he suddenly screamed unwillingly."

"His voice was very piercing, and I had already fled the hut in horror."

"The person in the refrigerator is the old man."

"Or - it's the old man's body!"

"He was not strangled, but strangled to death!!"

"It's his ghost that came out of the refrigerator!"

"Before, my attention was always on the old man, so I completely ignored the moment the ghost left the body."

"I'm sure that the person who strangled the old man must be Duan Xiaoou!"

"I endured the overwhelming fear that was rolling in my heart, and came to the door."

"Then, bursts of sad guitar sounds came into my ears from the other side of the door."