If you fail to confess, you will become stronger [Unlimited]

In the dark and cloudy night, the chirping of insects stopped abruptly.

Under the dim street lamp, two pale moths fluttered their wings, tightly entangled in the air, like dying lovers, burning their last time.

The shiny scales fell on the young man's eyelashes, and then dissipated as he blinked. The ends of his eyes were a little red, and the tears nourished his dry eyes.

His eyes fell on the empty sky, without focus.

After an unknown amount of time, Qiao Le jolted violently, as if waking up from a big dream, the picture in his mind quickly faded and disappeared, leaving only a distorted woman's face that could not be seen clearly.

And, the 'monster' she yelled hysterically.

Wei Mingyan asked again: "Are you okay?"

When Qiao Le broke free from his hand and held his left forearm with his right hand, he realized that he was shaking uncontrollably, and the sense of fear in his mind had not disappeared.

At this moment, the world twisted into a terrifying thin line before his eyes, and the ground under his feet seemed to have no substance, light and light, as if in the next second, he would fall from the surface of the sea to the deep sea.

Qiao Le has a thorn in his back, he desperately needs a small, safe space.

"Don't come here." He sternly reprimanded Wei Mingyan, stopping him from moving forward, his eyes were terrified and vigilant, like a cat that had been hurt, resisting all the existences that made him feel threatened.

Wei Mingyan's heart tightened, he raised his hands, and took two steps back to show that he was harmless.

The cold wind of early winter was blowing, and the cold wind brought howling whimpers. Qiao Le faced the man, and moved towards the dormitory building in an uncomfortable, walk-and-go manner.

It wasn't until the distance between the two was opened by 20 meters that Qiao Le suddenly turned his head and ran with long legs.The thin cardigan was opened, and the corners of the clothes were blown up by the wind. After a few breaths, he disappeared from the man's sight.

Wei Mingyan stood in the shadows, half of his face melted into the darkness.

The sound of insects sounded again, hoarse and enthusiastic, and after listening to it for a long time, it actually carried a bit of irony.

It was still early, and the housekeeper aunt was sitting on a chair, holding two long needles in her withered and rough hands, knitting clothes.Qiao Le rushed into the dormitory like a gust of wind.

In the corridor, two increasingly haggard female players were accidentally hit on the shoulders. They just opened their mouths and wanted to say something when the 'girl' slammed the door and disappeared.

"What's going on here?"

"do not know."

The two people looked at each other with puzzled faces.

In the dormitory, the two-meter-five wardrobe was pulled open, and the inside of the wardrobe was cleaned up. Most of the clothes were hung up, and a small part was folded and placed underneath.

The boy kicked his shoes and sat in the closet with most of his body leaning against the wall of the closet. With his free left hand, he could touch the door of the closet.

The light in the room was on, and there was a faint glimmer of light in the crack of the door.

Qiao Le felt a strange sense of security, and his trembling body gradually stopped. He closed his eyes, and the water mist flooding from his emotional agitation was squeezed out.

After some time, he fell asleep.

This time, he didn't sleep well.

There are always some inaudible voices in my ears, either sharp, hoarse, or harsh... mixed together to form a terrifying performance.

When he woke up, it was already daylight.

He hugged his knees with his hands and leaned his head against the cabinet. He stayed alone for a while before he opened the cabinet door. He stayed in the dark place and suddenly came into contact with the light, covering his eyes with his hands uncomfortably.

The clock in the room has gone past nine o'clock.

The girls' dormitory, which is usually quiet, is now extremely noisy, buzzing together, and it's hard to hear what is being said.

Qiao Le rubbed his ears, and went to take a shower without opening the door.

Hot water can always relax one's body. The boy's body has already been stretched. Although his face still has the youthfulness of a boy, his brows and eyes are a little more sharp.

Like a sharpened knife, an unsealed sword.

The hot water in the bathroom stained the mirror with a layer of mist. He stretched out five fingers and wiped it vigorously, and a familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared in the mirror.

Qiao Le wiped his hair with a pink towel, the wet long hair stuck to his scalp, and a few strands stuck to his face mischievously, making his skin white and almost transparent under the light of the bathroom.

His hair stopped dripping, he put his fingers on his Adam's apple unconsciously, and remained silent for a while. In the end, he did nothing. As usual, he changed into neutral clothes and put on a necklace to cover his Adam's apple.

Girls' bedroom.

Since there are only four people living on the first floor, there are no people in the corridor even during the peak hours of going to school and after school, but at this time, room 104 is full of people.

The police dragged away the body, confirmed the location of the death, and pulled up the yellow line.

Wen Mingyu was sitting on a small stool outside the corridor, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand, trembling, and staring blankly in the corridor.

"This school is really evil, people die every day or two." Ge Jie grumbled and complained, glanced at the boss who was disguised as a doctor, pretended to walk over unintentionally, and lowered his voice, "Boss, have you found anything? "

Xu Yijing still had that cold appearance, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, abstinence and dignity: "I have a clue."

"What?" Ge Jie looked at him expectantly.

Unexpectedly, Xu Yijing shook his head: "I'm not sure yet, I can't say it now."

"Okay." The man grabbed a handful of hair and didn't force him to ask. He looked at the body bag not far away, and through the black sealed bag, he seemed to be able to see the tragic death of the girl.

A large piece of hair was torn off, blood was dripping from his face, and there were holes all from scratching, and there were wounds everywhere on the shoulders, waist, abdomen, thighs and other places.

None of the wounds were fatal, she died of excessive blood loss.

It is undoubtedly the most painful thing to be able to clearly feel one's death even though one's consciousness is still clear.Ge Jie let out a long sigh, took out the small notebook of records, and prepared to ask the girl in the corridor again.

——When she asked before, she had a mental breakdown and was unable to answer.

The corridor is facing the window, and the convenience store is on the opposite side. It is class time, and there are no people there, only a clerk is cleaning the shelves.

I don't know if it's because winter is coming, the sun rarely comes out, even in the daytime, the weather is always gray.

Ge Jie took out a pen and paper: "Name?"

The woman took a big sip of coffee, and the heat flowed down her stomach, which made her feel much more stable: "Wen Mingyu."

"age?"

"twenty two.Withdrawing the last word quickly, she said, "Eighteen, an exchange student from XX school."

Ge Jie nodded: "Last night, you lived in the same dormitory. Why was she in danger? Has anyone else been here, or... is it you who killed?"

"Do not--"

The autopsy report hadn't come out yet, and the murder happened again in a relatively closed girls' dormitory, and another survivor was clearly suspected.

Ge Jie pressed on step by step: "Nothing? Do you want to say it's not you? But if this is the case, how can you explain that you are in the same dormitory, she died tragically, but you are unscathed, and there are bloodstains on your body..."

The man glanced up and down, with the clarity of 'identifying' the murderer in his eyes.

Wen Mingyu was originally wearing a yellow pajamas, but now it was mostly soaked in bright red blood, dyed an unclean orange.Her spirit was already in jeopardy, and when she was pressed for questioning, her rationality was disconnected, and she burst into tears in fear.

"It's not me...there is a ghost, there is a female ghost in the dormitory, it was there from the beginning, she was there all the time, she was fine, but yesterday she suddenly made a move... Jiaxi died, she was killed by the female ghost... ..."

Wen Mingyu spoke loudly, covering the sound of the door opening of the 105 dormitory.

Ge Jie ran it through his mind several times, but still couldn't figure out the messy narrative: "Wait! Say it again, there is a ghost in the dormitory? The ghost killed Yin Jiaxi, right?"

The woman weeps and nods.

Ge Jie's face turned blue for a while, then turned pale for a while, and finally turned into a constipated look: "Are you kidding me? Where are ghosts in this world?"

After contemplating for a moment, seeing the woman's face full of fear and her body trembling, it didn't seem like she was lying.An idea flashed in Ge Jie's mind: "Is someone following you recently?"

No one responded, and he said to himself: "A murderer who hides well, comes to the dormitory every day to pretend to be a ghost, causing the two victims to become mentally disturbed, and they regard him as a ghost."

These words are so eloquent and well-founded that people have to admire them.

Studio--

[If this is not a ghostly realm, maybe I will believe it. 】

[The police uncle is very responsible!Although I hated Wen Wen a little when he scared him at first, but now I can understand, after all, in the eyes of those who don't believe in ghosts and gods, Wen Wen is indeed very suspicious. 】

[Once again, the real world is really good, there are no such scary things as ghosts. 】

[There are indeed no ghosts on the earth now, but there were before. I was almost killed, but fortunately I was saved by a powerful celestial master passing by. 】

As soon as this remark came out, everyone roared with laughter.

[This story is badly made up, it's too clichéd, I'll give it zero points. 】

[If there are ghosts in reality, I guess it would be cold by now, don't scare me, it's scary. 】

[Are some people sick?The paradox itself has already put a lot of psychological pressure on everyone, and some people like to spread rumors, and their brains are broken. 】

……

Everyone watched the live broadcast, and they had a somewhat favorable impression of the live broadcast players. Yin Jiaxi died last night, and many viewers were not emotionally stable.

Now when I see the speech of the mentally handicapped, I can't help cursing.

The person who just typed out a line of words, seeing the situation, immediately panicked, turned off the mic, closed the barrage, and stopped talking.

No one scolded each other, and the waves caused quickly disappeared.

The audience's perspective is wider than that of the anchor, and they can see more things. When Qiao Le appeared, they were the first to discover it. They spoke and called his wife twice.

[Seeing my wife early in the morning, the psychological trauma is much better. 】

[There are only three people left on the first floor, please don't let anything happen to my wife and Wen Wen, or I will cry to death. 】

……

After listening to half of what Qiao Le said, he was still a little confused. He walked over and was about to ask a few questions when he was suddenly grabbed by a hand at the corner of his clothes.

Wen Mingyu's eyes widened, his pupils were all exposed, and he looked a bit hideous: "Qiao Le! You must know, right? You knew something happened last night, that's why you came back from the outside in a hurry, bumped into us on the road, and said a word Don't say anything? Right?"

She was caught in her own emotions, crying and laughing: "Why? You save Jia Xi! She is still so young? Why don't you save her? Are you and the female ghost together? First let us relax our vigilance deliberately, Torture us again..."