In a large auditorium of Yangbei Normal University, an old-fashioned tape recorder played a dance music with a strong rhythm.
A dozen young girls danced happily on the stage, tooting, A burst of cassette noise came, and a dozen girls stopped in disappointment.
A girl with a mushroom head angrily walked to the tape recorder, slammed the buttons, took out the tape, threw it to the ground and muttered: "This broken machine has three songs stuck on it."
Four times, will anyone survive?
A girl in a white dress walked over and comforted her, "Forget it, Xiaohong, don't be angry, we can go to the music department together tomorrow and borrow a good one.
The mushroom-headed girl's rosy face immediately burst into smiles.
She playfully shook the hand of the girl in the white dress and said: "It's better, my Feng Chime sister, as long as you go to the music department with honor, those stinky men won't kneel down and bring you the tape recorder.
Then the screen suddenly flashed to a tall and thin boy hiding behind the curtain on one side of the auditorium backstage.
He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and had a sinister and cunning face.
His face seemed to have been cut very narrowly by a knife.
The corners of his mouth were raised to reveal a strange smile, and he turned to leave the auditorium.
In Yangbei Normal University, in the study room on the stairs of the Chinese Department, a girl with long hair is concentrating on reading.
Behind her, a boy wearing black-rimmed glasses poked her with his finger.
The girl looked back at him and said politely, "Classmate, are you okay?"
The boy suddenly became a little nervous and stammered: "You, you are a second-year student in the Chinese Department, Xiang Fengling, right?
The long-haired girl covered her mouth and looked around, then smiled and said, "I am Xiang Fengling."
The boy blushed and continued: "I heard from my classmates that you are rehearsing the program for the school anniversary party and you need a tape recorder that does not jam.
It just so happens that my dad bought a new original tape recorder imported from Japan.
I can lend it to you if you need it. use.
The girl was surprised at first, and then looked at the boy warily without saying a word.
The boy seemed to see her concerns and took out his student ID card from his pocket.
"My name is Wu Guang and I am a third-year student in the Chinese Department.
We are both in the same department.
I am one grade above you.
I don’t really have any other meaning for a public face like mine to catch your eye.
I happened to pass by the auditorium a few days ago and happened to see you rehearsing the program.
I felt that your dance was very thoughtful, youthful and modern.
I have been in school for three years, and I have never seen such a trendy, thoughtful and energetic dance.
In order to let all the students in the college appreciate this beautiful dance, I would like to lend you the radio at home."
The boy's compliments obviously impressed the girl, and they agreed to go get the radio together after school.
The scene-like pictures kept flashing and changing.
A taxi parked under a bridge under construction, and that bridge was the newly constructed bridge.
I suddenly realized something, and I yelled like crazy: "Don't follow him off the bridge, don't go off the bridge, don't No matter how much I shouted, the poor girl couldn't hear a word when they walked under the bridge.
The girl looked around and found that the surroundings were as desolate as the wild, and the dense reeds seemed to hide a huge conspiracy.
She began to be a little scared and timid.
At that moment, I saw the boy wearing black-rimmed glasses, his ugly face revealed.
He quickly took out a dagger from his pocket, raised the corners of his mouth, and stared at her evilly.
The girl looked at him in astonishment, her shoulders tightened, and she trembled involuntarily and stepped back:
"What do you want to do?
The boy wearing black-rimmed glasses shook the dagger in his hand.
The silver blade seemed to reveal a creepy murderous intent in his hand.
He said sinisterly: "Wind Chime, I started to like you from the first day you walked into the school.
I wrote you so many letters, but you didn't reply a word.
Countless lonely nights, despair swallowed up my loneliness like a curse. soul.
Every time I look at you with hot and hopeful eyes, waiting for your response and what about you?
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You can't even look at me.
Those shameless and despicable male classmates are surrounding you like green-headed flies.
Their dirty suckers are defiling the most holy beauty in the world.
I will never let go of the things I have wanted since childhood.
After the boy finished speaking, he started to roar like crazy, "Ha...
Ha...
Ha...
Ha.
Wind chime, you will always belong to me, you are mine."
Without waiting for the girl to react, the boy suddenly rushed over, grabbed the girl's hair, put a knife to her neck, and dragged her deeper into the bridge pier.
The girl was frightened and cried and begged: "Please, let me go.
Whatever you want to do, I promise.
Please."
Obviously the girl's humble begging did not impress the boy.
The boy wearing black-rimmed glasses seemed to become even crazier when he heard the girl's plea.
He pulled the girl's hair and used a sharp dagger to cut open the girl's dress, completely exposing the girl's smooth shoulders.
At this moment, the girl grabbed the boy's arm and bit her hard.
She broke away from the boy's arms and shouted for help.
"Help, help, kill someone."
The girl's sharp voice was particularly harsh in the dense reeds.
The boy looked nervous and took a few steps to catch up with the girl, trying to cover the girl's mouth.
The girl struggled desperately.
The dagger in the boy's hand was pointed at the girl in panic, puch, puch.
The bright red blood instantly soaked the white dress.
I watched the boy violently, screaming at the top of my lungs, with tears in my eyes.
The girl lay twitching on the ground, staring at me with eyes full of sorrow, as if she was venting her anger. of all the pain.
That twisted face, those red dancing shoes... my whole body felt like an electric shock.
The real murder scene was so realistic that I could touch it with my hands.
A wave of hot blood surged into my brain, and at that moment time seemed to stand still.
The sound of wind echoed in my ears, and the rustling of reed leaves seemed to be swaying due to anger.
I roared and fainted again.
I don’t know how long it took, but I slowly opened my eyes.
The white walls and the smell of disinfectant filled the ward.
I stared blankly at the water bottle, drop by drop, drop by drop...
"Bingbing, you finally woke up.
My child, you scared your mother to death.
Wuwu...
I looked around.
Grandpa, grandma, father, and mother were all surrounding me.
My mother held my hand with one hand and stroked my forehead with the other.
At this time, the grandma seemed to be relieved and said: "My grandson has a hard life, and ordinary things can't harm him.
Jianguo, go call the doctor and see if there are any sequelae."
When the doctor came, they first took my blood pressure and temperature, and then asked me if I knew the relatives next to me.
I may still be in deep pain in my dream, opening my dry mouth: "Dad, I know who killed Feng Chime.
My father looked at me heartbrokenly, turned around and said with sobs, "Bingbing, stop talking."
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After I woke up, I was observed in the hospital for two days, then my parents took me home, and then my grandpa took me to his house for half a month.
Later I found out that in the early morning of November 24th, I followed my father out.
When I was walking alone in the corridor of the funeral home, something got on me.
By the time I met Uncle Cai, the boilermaker, Uncle Cai had already noticed something was wrong with me.
He talked to me so much just to stabilize me and wait for my father to come.
When my father saw me, he could see that my eyes were extremely sad.
He deliberately led my belongings to the morgue hall.
Fortunately, I was lucky.
The spirit that possessed me was not trying to harm me.
She was just using my body.
She told her about her grievances, but because of my young age and weak body, I could not bear the heavy Yin Qi and had a high fever, so I kept talking nonsense.
Finally, based on my description, my father wrote an anonymous report letter and sent it to the Yangbei City Public Security Bureau one cold winter a year later.
The Yangbei City Public Security Bureau held a trial meeting.
In the city hall square, the murderer Wu Guang was tied up and detained on the trial stage.
Amid the scorn of the surrounding people, he was escorted into a torture car by the armed police.
In a place called Duanhun Road in the southwest of Yangbei City, Wu Guang knelt on the ground, and the execution rope was tied from his hands to his trouser legs.
He lowered his head and looked into the distance with his whole body shaking, tears mixed with clear snot flowing down slowly, An armed policeman wearing a white mask, holding a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, aimed it at the back of his head.
There was a sound of brains flying around, and a flock of birds flew away in response.
Such a sinful soul, His soul was shattered in the righteous judgment.
Not far away, an old man in Chinese tunic suit stood in the crowd with tears in his eyes, looking up to the sky and shouting: "Wind Chime, my good daughter, you can finally rest in peace."
Since then, I have been transferred to a martial arts boarding school by my parents.
I have never seen this old teacher before.
I don’t even know his name.
The only title he left me is, Academic Director of Yangbei Yucai Primary School.
Director of the Department.
However, a prank I played as a child affected my life.
Perhaps after this incident, I began to try to understand some of the unknown fears and unexplainable things in human nature.
Perhaps, as my father often said, some things are better to be believed.
It does exist, but you can’t believe it doesn’t exist.
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