How did Xiao Ming die?

When I went downstairs, I noticed a figure.

The sister of a reporter from County S.

The temperature dropped sharply today, and she stood alone in the open-air corridor of the hospital.

I spread out the coat in my hand and put it on her, "Why are you here?"

Her dull eyeballs flickered slightly, and then she looked up at me.

"What happened?" I asked her.

"My...a senior reporter, he..." She spoke intermittently.

I interrupted her, "Is your surname She?"

She nodded, with fear in her eyes, as if recalling a terrible experience.

"Okay, okay, needless to say, take a good rest." I comforted her and found a chair to sit on.

I myself slumped on the bench, my body heavy.

Although yesterday's injury was healed, after all, his vitality was seriously injured, not painful but very tired.

Lao Xiao patted me next to me and asked me what I was doing.

I shook my head, too tired to speak.

The surname of the senior reporter that the reporter's sister mentioned was She, and he was the next target of the serial murderer I found.

I am one step too late.

However, this is a hospital, which shows a problem, this reporter She can still be rescued.

"Which ward is he in?" I asked the reporter's sister.

"Still in the operating room." She replied.

"Oh, then I'll take a look at you in the afternoon." I stood up as I said that, "Um...would you like to have lunch together, sister reporter?"

During the meal, the reporter's sister calmed down.

She told me that this reporter She was the senior reporter she was going to meet on this business trip.

Both of them were reporters who were in charge of reporting the serial murder case. For work reasons, the reporter's sister went to visit Reporter She's home early this morning.

She said that when she found the door was unlocked, she knocked a few times and got no response, so she secretly opened the door and looked in.

Reporter She was wearing earphones and standing on a ladder to change light bulbs.

Then when he noticed the door was open, he jumped and fell off the ladder.

I don't know if it's lucky or unfortunate.

The moment he fell from the ladder, an invisible force slammed into the ceiling.

Immediately, blood spattered everywhere.

Because when Reporter She fell, his body was tilted, so the force failed to hit him.

Still, he lost his right arm.

The sister of the reporter was frightened and froze at the time, completely unable to understand how all this happened before her eyes.

"Have you seen the murderer clearly?" I asked.

She shook her head violently, "There is no one at all!"

"Do you have an idea of ​​the modus operandi?"

"I don't know, I don't know, there is nothing, I just feel that the air around the senior reporter at that time was a little fuzzy... Uh... The scene we usually see on the flames is different from the surrounding air! Then there was a bang!"

"Then……"

"Senior, he stepped on the ladder and fell down, so only his right arm and right hip were injured, otherwise he would definitely..."

"So you think this incident and the serial murders were committed by a single murderer?"

"This is the first time I've...witnessed the scene. It's... so... bloody."

"It's okay, it's all over. Reporter She is in the hospital now, and his life should not be in danger. Eat well."

I sighed and leaned back in my seat exhausted.

really tired.

After eating and paying the bill, the sister of the reporter said that she would go to the TV station in the afternoon and left.

Lao Xiao took me back to the hospital to continue the infusion.

The doctor said I had a high degree of fever, but I forgot how high it was.

I just felt dizzy, dry mouth, sore eyes, sore all over and didn't want to move.

Nonsense, the temperature dropped below [-] degrees today, how can I not catch a cold if I throw it on the road in the middle of the night!

Too unsympathetic to a certain comrade.

Xiao Yao lowered his head and played PSP, and asked me, "Do you know who the murderer is?"

"kindness."

"Then why don't you tell the police uncle?"

"Hey."

Old Xiao also imitated my example and sighed, "Hey, it's too difficult to chat with you, can you explain clearly?"

"I don't want to talk right now, I'm tired."

"But I want to hear it."

"..." There was no other way, so I told Lao Xiao my thoughts in a hoarse voice, and said, "I can't tell the police rashly for the time being about this murderer."

"Why?"

"He's not human at all."

"Oh."

Lao Xiao's reaction was also surprisingly calm, we Qingyue people's brain structure may be quite unique.

He said, "Then you catch him yourself?"

"I can't beat him."

Xiao Yao suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, then continued to play with his psp with his head down, not knowing what he was laughing at.

He asked me, "So what are you going to do?"

I closed my eyes and felt so uncomfortable, "If you can't beat him, you have to think of a way. I'll sleep first, and when I wake up, I'll go to Reporter She's ward to see him."

After I finished speaking, I fell asleep.

It was a restless sleep.The high fever caused my tinnitus to be severe, my brain was buzzing, and various images kept flashing before my eyes.

I know I'm dreaming, and I know I'm just in a light sleep, but I can't wake up, and I don't want to wake up.

In my dream, I was sitting in a passenger car.

Right in the middle of the last row.

The car was full of passengers, and the bus was driving on a bumpy gravel road.

Outside the window is the rolling hills, and the carriage flickers on and off, constantly shuttling through successive tunnels.

A teenager in the aisle in the third row in front caught my attention.

Because he dyed his hair red.

He wears an exaggerated earring on his right ear, a navy blue turban on his forehead, and short messy red hair hanging down casually.

So trendy!

He stood up and said something to the young man beside him who had been playing with his mobile phone with his head down.

Then I saw the redhead lean over and open the window.

After the picture, I don't know if you think the same as me.The red hair suddenly opened the window and grabbed the back of the young man's head.

There was a long tunnel in front of the car, and he actually pulled the young man in his hand out of the window.

The young man's forehead was pressed against the tunnel wall with a bang, and as the car drove, a long bloodstain was drawn.

I never expected that one day I would be able to witness this scene from a third perspective.

Isn't this the illusion I had when I was haunted by a big ice cream monster at the S county station last time!At that time, I was the young man whose head was shot, and I thought the red hair was my deskmate!

I watched this scene calmly. What puzzled me was that the people around me watched this scene calmly.

At this time, I noticed that there were no old people, children or ladies in the whole carriage. They were all strong men in their thirties.

The atmosphere in the car was awkward and weird.

The car drove out of the tunnel, and the sight became brighter.

The red-haired boy casually dropped the corpse in his hand and stood up straight.

He stood lazily in the middle of the carriage, copying his pocket with one hand and hanging down the other.Viscous blood and brains dripped from his fingertips.

Only then did I carefully see the front of the red-haired boy.

The teenager's turban was tied diagonally across his forehead, covering his left eye.A tall collar hid his chin.

Take a closer look at that person's eyebrows... No wonder I vaguely felt that this person was my deskmate, because he was my deskmate!

Although their dresses are completely different, their standing posture, temperament, and that dead-eyed dick face are exactly the same as my tablemate!

Wait a minute, what's going on with this Secondary School outfit!

I belatedly remembered that when I told my tablemate the scene of the illusion, he actually asked me, "Are you sure that face is me?"

People subconsciously doubt their own memory, and the perception in the illusion is vague and subtle.

At that time, I was asked by my deskmate, and I began to suspect that the person was not his face.

Is he deliberately misleading me like this?

So is this person in front of me really me? !

The red-haired man tilted his head, his eyes were loose and lifeless.But he frowned, feeling a little annoyed.

The people in the entire carriage sat upright, looking ahead.

silence.

"Enough," he said.

At this moment, everyone except me suddenly stood up and drew their guns at the red-haired me in unison.

The red hair narrowed his only exposed eye, and sighed imperceptibly.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.

The backs of everyone's heads exploded, except me.

I just looked at the red-haired person standing in the middle of the car, and he also looked at me.

Then he walks over to me, bends down and leans into my face, "Are you..."

"I'm just an ordinary passenger." I said.

"Oh~" He raised his mouth and stood up straight.

The car stopped slowly without driving.

"The scarf is good." I said casually.

He was turning around at that time, when he heard the words, he raised his blood-stained hand and got out of the car.

Afterwards, I quickly checked the people who fell on the ground in the car, but unfortunately, I found no survivors.

In their pockets, I tried to find some identification that could prove their identity.Then I noticed that each of them had a badge in their pocket.

I held it upside down in my hand, and it felt like it should be a small transmitter.

As for the pattern of this badge, it is a five-petaled flower.

So what happened just now?The whole car, including the driver, is a member of this five-petal flower organization?

Are they going to kill Hongmao?

Then he was killed by the red hair?

So who is this body of mine?

I don't have a gun or that badge on me.

Standing up, I can vaguely see my figure on the reflective glass.

I was wearing shorts, a baseball jersey, and a backpack behind me.

No matter how you look at it, you look like an ordinary student.

I hurriedly took down my schoolbag, trying to find more clues to prove the identity of my body.

Then I dug out the three-year simulation of the five-year college entrance examination, and there was a name written on the title page.

Yes, Li Ming.

I almost forgot about this guy.

The time displayed on the phone is February [-]th of this year.

So this is when Li Ming just transferred schools!

Just when I wanted to look at Li Ming's face with the front camera of my mobile phone, I woke up suddenly.

I was woken up by Lao Xiao's laughter.

He lay on the side of the bed, pointed to the phone and said, "I'm sorry Brother Ang Ming's Weibo is so funny that I couldn't hold back."

I said, "Oh."

He looked at me innocently.

I looked at him speechlessly.

I am a person with a good temper, and I don't get angry easily.

But that day I beat Lao Xiao half to death.