"Avoid giving to friends around you... No, strangers should be added." The words were too crowded and not neat at all. He crumpled them into a ball and threw them away - he couldn't help it anymore, and deliberately shrugged his shoulders after finishing writing. His whole body w

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"Avoid bringing any trouble to friends and strangers around you... No, strangers should be added." Cross out -

"Avoid bringing any trouble to friends and strangers around you." The words are too crowded and not neat at all. Tuan, throw it away -

"Avoid causing trouble to anyone around you." Plus a line of very small words: "This is a suicide note."

He couldn't help it, and after writing it, he deliberately shrugged His shoulders were twitching all over his body. It was a stress response that he would have when he was particularly excited. It was as natural as someone blurting out "fuck" when seeing something incredible, but he never said swear words, "fuck" was heard. If it sounds unpleasant, he just shrugs his shoulders and twitches all over.

"It's really indecent." I mean this action.

So he never does this action in public, he is afraid of scaring others. He probably felt that no one wanted to shake himself for a while, so it took him a long time to calm down.

Put the note away, I mean the "suicide note".

He took out the edible red pigment. By the way, I should mention that the edible red pigment is poisonous. The producer ground two extremely poisonous rat poison into powder, and then melted it with the water pigment... Uh, that's right. Still the normal color.

*

The main door of this house is two very heavy solid wood red paint doors, which are similar to the ones in ancient city towers. After opening them, there is the living room where the person who wrote the "suicide note" is staying. There is a kitchen, a bathroom and a living room. The kitchen and bathroom are on the left side of the entrance. There is a set of trendy simple sofa in the living room. The floor is covered with a beautiful ins-style carpet. Then the master's bedroom is - facing the door. Pass through the sofa and carpet, go up the seven steps, turn left and go up the fourth step. The stairs are equipped with lights, "Internet celebrity step stair lights", which the owner thinks are very trendy.

It is not only a stair light, but also a sleeping place - there are only two thick mattresses, which are as thick as the height of a swaddled baby, placed on the floor. The owner will stand on the last step of the stairs and "scratch" them every time. He flew onto the bed in no time. But if the force is too strong, just like last Wednesday night, because I had just eaten the coveted octopus sashimi for dinner and I was so happy that I used too much force when "rubbing" and hit the wall panel next to the bed with my head. It hurt all night like being struck by countless lightning bolts.

Yes, there are only two "beds" covered with mattresses on the second floor. If you don't count the bedside table that is so small that it can only hold a cup of coffee and a pack of wet wipes, it is indeed the only bed. Then there’s the khaki wall panel—it’s so big that it’s unbelievable. In order to make it more vivid, the owner personally painted a huge night curtain with stars, and a very three-dimensional door was added under the starry sky. In the dark window, a short-haired figure always lies on it to look at the stars.

Whose second floor is separated by a wall panel? What a strange pattern.

Maybe the developer’s brain has been bombarded. The houses in this neighborhood are like this. If you look at it from the road, all the second floors are just sharp.

Let’s talk about things in the room.

*

The person who wrote the "suicide note" looked at the quartz clock on the wall. The hour hand pointed to six, which was six o'clock in the evening. He probably thought of the "scaring people to death" plan again. He couldn't help but twitch again, even more than last time. Long.

Suddenly, he looked up quickly. It seemed that the prayer on the ceiling had an effect. He stared at it for a while, but found nothing strange. He calmed down and thought carefully about the "scare people to death" plan. It was six o'clock. It's time to get started.

By the way, I just think it’s really embarrassing for a normally serious person to do this kind of thing, so I thought: “Don’t fucking move."

He, the one who wrote the "suicide note", first took out a pair of brand-new sheets that were as white as they could be. The handbag was a prize he won in some discount lottery. It was printed with the organizer's logo and name - "No. 1 Food Street". He bought the edible red pigment in this food store, and that was the only one left. He felt that he was extremely lucky. But he didn't know that when he left the food store, someone was looking at his back. The voyeur's face was filled with a rare but morbid joy.

That white bed sheet... he probably couldn't find it. It had to be replaced by something better. The white color was incompatible with the appearance of the whole room, but maybe the person who wrote the "suicide note" wanted to be "conspicuous".

He used edible red dye with his teeth. He carefully bit off a tip and put it in his mouth. After finding the right position, he made sure that it would not be swallowed directly. Then, as if he was trying to grab something, he quickly unfolded the white sheet and lay on the long bed in the living room. on some couches.

“Oh my god, it’s perfect. "He thought. The sofa with an extra pair of legs when the owner lay on it just stuck him in it. The sofa seemed to be tailor-made for him and couldn't be more suitable.

In joy, he The white sheet covered him from his feet to his head. It was not easy to straighten when he lay down. The sheet was wrinkled and he felt it was not perfect. It seemed like everyone adjusts the quilt before going to bed. This person raised the sheet with his foot, "It feels like it's not done right." Ah, do it again. "

The bed sheets were finished. He felt much more comfortable after the second adjustment. But another trouble came. He was too focused when he raised his feet just now. He had to feel the bed sheets and take care of the things in his mouth, so the second time I didn’t succeed the first time, but this second time I just relaxed a little and the thing in my mouth broke.

“I was really convinced. "He thought to himself, but it's not too bad. He could feel a line of red flowing from the corner of his mouth, and quickly flowed to the position behind the ear. The man thought to himself: "If the "blood" can be seen directly through the bed sheets, say Maybe it can scare them too. "So, he no longer held the sheets with his hands, and let the frustration cover his face for about thirty seconds? Maybe a few seconds less, and he could see that the red line along the corner of his mouth had been faintly imprinted on it. The stockings were white.

The one who was already covered decided not to move anymore, "The steps just now were too troublesome, and the red pigment may be applied to other places as well. Only a hazy touch of red is the best." perfect. "Although there was an indescribably strange feeling stuck in his throat, he really didn't intend to move. "Maybe this is the taste of red food. "He thought.

I imagine that if you suddenly see such a person when you open the door, you will definitely be startled. Although I don't think it is so shocking at this time, it is indeed a bit awkward to keep staring at this person in the increasingly dark room. Damn it, please stop looking.

*

The hour hand moved silently, and suddenly stopped.

The sound of fingerprint verification and successful door opening sounded.

"Someone is coming, it's time to take a look. "

A person who looked like a "bench" entered the house downstairs. The room was dark now, and there was a moon in the sky. He pulled the figure of the "bench" into the house from the door. It was very long.

" "Bench" was stunned for a moment, because he saw the person on the sofa at a glance. Maybe he didn't see the person, but he was sure that it was someone.

After a while, "Bench" raised his hand and turned on the light. , the dark yellow light made him feel safe. When he really saw the person on the sofa, he chuckled. He covered his mouth and smiled very shyly.

"Fuck, you really acted like one. "Long Bench" whispered towards the white sheets, then took two steps and closed the door smoothly. The clear "beep" sound of the door indicated that it was locked.

The "suicide note" was placed on the glass in front of the sofa. On the round table."Bench" picked it up directly and frowned to read it with great effort. When he saw clearly that it was a "suicide note" in his hand, his heart suddenly tugged. It was not because he was afraid, but because he felt that this person was special this year. Be careful. The "suicide note" was written in a dejected white. I wonder if it was "suicide by taking poison". There was "blood" seeping out from the area that looked like the mouth on the white sheets.

"Who gave you the idea? This is too weird." Bench asked.

I want to answer for the one lying down, but this is not the question for me.

The one lying down didn’t say anything. It couldn’t be that the medicine was taking effect, right? How could it be so fast?

"Is it red pigment? I heard that it is sweet, the kind used by the crew, is it true?" "The Bench" continued to ask.

Still no one answered.

"Bench" suddenly felt a wave of terror coming over him. It was too quiet. It was not that he felt the abstract enemy hiding in the dark, because he stepped forward slightly and reached out to touch the person lying in front of him. People who "pretend to be dead" are most likely really dead, otherwise why don't they say anything?

By coincidence, the hand of the one lying down slipped out from under the sheets, twitched twice and then stopped moving.

"Bench" felt relieved. Not only was the man not dead, he also signaled that he should hide quickly. He recalled that he wanted to hide and scare someone last time. He could have said "You come over", but the person lying down just waved his hand vigorously, which also meant "pass over".

"There is something in the mouth. Well, I will hide it. Don't forget to put your hand back."

There was a "pop" and the light was turned off.

*

A few days ago, "Bench" put the auxiliary tools in this house. That day he took a very big rainbow-style "sock". It was not a sock, but just like a sock, it had a A tube that can get people into.

He said to the owner of the house: "Let me put this here with you first."

The owner took it and hugged it. He felt that this thing was a bit heavy and could not be used for anything other than pretending to be a human being.

"I gave it to my girlfriend. It's our anniversary in a few days, so it's easy to be found at home, so..."

The owner agreed and took advantage of these few days to modify the "socks" again.

*

"Length Bench" looked at the colorful "socks" at the junction of the kitchen and living room with confusion on his face. Why is a zipper added to the tube mouth?

But then the question "Who added this zipper?" was thrown out of his mind. "With the zipper, it can be hidden better. When someone pulls it open, he suddenly makes a face." He couldn't help but imagine the frightened expression of someone who was startled, and covered his mouth and laughed. "Damn, this is awesome," he thought.

is a bit difficult. His height is like a slender bench. When he actually got into it, he felt the discomfort of the first "test drill" again.

I didn’t see how the person zipped up the zipper. There would be black everywhere, but I was sure that the zipper had been zipped up because I heard the crisp sound of iron objects falling to the floor. The zipper I have been forced to use my hands and feet to cut off a few "chain teeth" where the zipper can be completely closed with "two fingers" left. After the zipper head is stuck, the inertia will definitely pull it forward, and that's it. With such force, you can completely pull off the iron piece that has only been cut off on the zipper head and is only connected to a little bit of the zipper buckle.

"I really want to laugh." I thought.

"Bench" felt that he was a little too anxious. He could have waited ten minutes before the stipulated time before getting in, but now that he was in, if he wanted to get out again...

"Damn it, the quality is too bad. Come on." "Bench" tried to use two bare fingers to fasten the zipper pull. "This is too difficult." He thought to himself.

Yes, he could only wait for the second person to help him unzip this damn zipper. Before getting in, he glanced at the quartz clock on the wall. The hour hand seemed to be approaching seven."Let's wait a while."

And I know how much "Bench" can't stand the small dark space at this moment. His head is sandwiched between the two knees, and his arms are hugging the legs, which can easily damage the cervical spine. , it may also cause calf cramps. If it really cramps... I don't think he can break free of that huge "sock". The stitches of the "sock" are sewn with pins, which are as big as a mobile phone charging cable. Thick stitches are densely packed all around.

"Long Bench" regretted it. At first, he was angry because the fat proprietress of the clothing store used the smallest thin thread. He sat opposite the proprietress and said: "Use the thickest thread, I don't want to make any mistakes. "He was worried that his height would push away the thin thread. Little did he know that the ancestors of the fat landlady once started their business by making ready-made clothes for the royal family. They were a family that could make reins with hair. In just half a day, an indestructible "sock" was made.

"Indestructible" plus "airtight", this unique dark space is full of despair at this season. "Bench" glanced at his hands. He couldn't see them. The fine beads of sweat on his forehead made him a little uncontrollably anxious. It seemed that a familiar and terrifying smell penetrated into his nose and breathed heavily. In the mouth.

"Is this the smell of pollen? I hope not." "Bench" persuaded himself like an ostrich with its neck stuck in the soil. He has been very repulsive to all kinds of flowers since he was a child. Flowers contain pollen. He is allergic to pollen, to the point where he has difficulty breathing just by holding it.

At this moment, "Bench" had difficulty breathing. He knew very well that he felt suffocated, which was caused by countless fine pollen in the gaps of this "sock". "Why is there pollen in the socks?" he thought to himself.

"It's hard to see pollen in socks, right?" the owner thought when modifying the "socks".

The already suffocating dark space was coupled with the deadly suffocating pollen. In just five minutes, the frantically struggling "sock" stopped moving. The "sock" that was originally standing in the corner of the living room was now lying at the door of the kitchen. , as annoying as rubbish thrown away by someone.

Last time and the last Christmas, "Bench", as an important combat force in the "scare to death" team, used devastating methods to make its owner feel more and more fearful each time.

We are all friends, so trying to scare people to death is too much. You scare me, I scare you. Who came up with this boring and scary game? The owner just finds it boring and scary.

Now, I say now.

Listening to the silence downstairs, and the surrounding silence and darkness, I had an unbearable physiological reaction and wanted to go to the bathroom, but what time was it? It was completely dark outside the window, and the neighbor across the street had electrified the Christmas tree at the door.

"Let's wait a little longer." I thought to myself, the "scaring people to death" plan on Christmas Eve night is still in progress. I don't want to be seen by someone who happens to open the door when I go to the toilet. This is too embarrassing, and there is the house. There are two or three corpses now, which is really scary when I think about it.

*

The hour hand started to move again, sneaking forward a little bit, and then suddenly it moved forward a big space as if something unexpected had happened.

At eight o'clock in the night, the sound of fingerprint verification sounded again. At this time, the moon burst out with the strongest light, and two shadows shot into the house from the door.

A man who was as strong as a "monster" and an "elf" girl who was one size smaller than him stood quietly outside the door.

The two people were frozen in place at the same time. The sofa was like a "baggage" found in horror novels - like a white sheet covering a dead person, which made everyone who saw it at first sight tremble.

As the commander-in-chief of several "scare to death" projects over the years, the "monster" quickly regained his composure. He squeezed the arm of the "elf" girl who was still recovering to show that it was okay."This should be..." "Monster" said the name of the person under the white sheet. How did he know it? After all, he is the commander-in-chief, and he is best at comforting people.

The "elf" girl showed some hesitation, but still stepped into the house.

After a few seconds of silence, a beam of white light lit up, first shining on the floor, then the glass round table and stairs, then moving towards the ceiling and finally returning to the glass round table.

"Fool." I cursed in a low voice.

The "elf" girl suddenly grabbed the "monster"'s arm.

"What's wrong?" the monster turned around and asked.

The "Elf" girl said: "Did you hear anything? It seemed like they were scolding someone."

The "Monster" didn't hear anyone scolding anyone. He had been looking for a hiding place since he entered the door and took a look. "Socks" lying at the door of the kitchen. "Who could this be?" He thought to himself: "Where has the other one gone?"

Regarding the question of where the other one has gone, at this time all the people have arrived, a total of six people, not counting Known "white sheets" and "socks", the "monster" said to the "elf" girl: "I don't know where the other one is hiding. No matter, when will your boyfriend come back?"

"I don't know either. ." The girl squinted at the quartz clock on the wall. "The food store will be a little busy tonight, probably around nine o'clock. After all, Christmas is tomorrow."

"..."

"What are you looking at?"

"Monster" turned around: "It's nothing, I just think there is something." Both eyes were staring at us. "

As if she was deliberately trying to scare people, the girl moved inappropriately closer to the "monster". The two of them were really close to each other.

"To be honest, I also feel like someone is staring at us."

"Why don't you turn on the light? When did you prepare this flashlight?"

"Monster" said: "You can see it outside when you turn on the light. "What if your boyfriend finds someone in the house?"

The girl didn't say anything else, and the two of them murmured for a while before finally picking up the "suicide note" they had been waiting for.

"Avoid causing trouble to anyone around you." This sounds like a long-term plan of a "pleasant" human being.

"Is this how you scare people? This is too childish." The "elf" girl changed her timid appearance just now and sat on the sofa opposite the "white sheets".

"But are you really not afraid? Look at them." "Monster" pointed to the "white sheet" and the "sock" in the distance.

"I'm not afraid, because I know they are all alive. Now they are actors. Of course they can't move casually during the plot."

"But do you really think they are still alive?" "Monster" pulled out the last four words. With a long tone, his words sounded like an evil villain who planned everything.

The "monster" was deliberately scaring the girl. He thought that the girl would hug his arm tightly because of fear. The comfortable touch...

But the girl stopped talking and sat on the sofa looking around.

Seeing this, the "monster" asked: "Do you really think someone is staring at you?"

"Hmm."

"It's just a psychological suggestion. You have always felt that it exists, and you insist on its existence. This is a sensitive misunderstanding. It will cause you to have random thoughts.”

The “monster” vowed, and then began to look for a hiding place.

The girl said: "Okay, I want to go to the toilet."

"Monster" said: "Isn't this your boyfriend's house? You must know where the toilet is."

Of course the girl knew that the toilet was there, but this house It was really dark inside. If it weren't for the flashlight in the "monster's" hand that slightly illuminated the surroundings, she wouldn't even be able to see clearly the quartz clock on the wall and the looming glass door of the bathroom.

The girl originally wanted that person to accompany her. With two such quiet people lying in this room, anyone else would probably be nervous, but then she thought about it, this is her boyfriend's house, if she goes with other boys Being too close will inevitably make you feel guilty, unlike in a hotel where you just do whatever you want.

As for why you go to the hotel? The girl didn't want to explain, she would inevitably meet better people. The girl attributed this to "the nature of human nature."

*

The bathroom door, next to the kitchen, was so old that the key to the spherical door lock had been taken by the owner. It was thrown into the drain of the washing machine's drain pipe. The girl tried to turn it around twice, but failed, so she tried to lift it up again.

"What's wrong? Can't you open it?" asked the monster.

"Well, it seems to be locked."

Both of them were thinking, "Why is the bathroom door locked?" But no one said it. A man as strong as a real "monster" came over, holding the small ball tightly with both hands, as if he was competing with someone. With a lot of force, the door lock was broken, and the door was naturally After opening the door, the "monster" turned around and left gracefully. As soon as he passed the girl, he heard a shrill and terrifying scream behind him.

*

The one who is "hanging himself" in the bathroom is the one who "is hiding somewhere" in the group of six.

It seems that the person who "hanged himself" seemed to have really committed suicide from the ice cube on the floor that had melted to only a little bit and was still melting.

That's right, those eyes that were staring at death seemed to have been cruelly pulled out by someone, and then stuffed back imperfectly. They were so swollen that they were about to burst out, which looked particularly terrifying under the extremely dazzling white light of the flashlight.

If the "monster" hadn't been behind her, the girl would have definitely thrown herself on a standard tablet. I want to ask, wouldn't you be scared when you suddenly saw such a dead man with a face full of resentment?

I was scared. After hanging it up and moving the ice cubes as a "footstool" from the refrigerator, my heart beat like a drum.

The "monster" and the girl were more scared than me. The two people were stunned for a while, as if their souls were out of body. Then the sound of stumbling and messy footsteps sounded, and the two people retreated far enough to the sofa where the girl had been sitting. , after that, the girl started sobbing normally.

Under such circumstances, the "monster" was worthy of being the commander-in-chief. He said with a trembling voice and pretending to be brave: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

seemed to have finally remembered the fact that there were lights in the house, "Monster" "He walked to the door in a few steps and turned on the light.

is still a warm yellow light, and everyone’s eyes finally have comfortable light.

*

A very comfortable warm yellow - compared to the black color just now, the visibility is also increased with just a little bit of white light.

After discovering that there was a dead person in the house, everyone's hearts changed to some extent. After that, the two people sitting next to the sofa in the living room remembered that there were two other people.

The "monster" cautiously walked towards the colorful "sock", probably anticipating some terrible scene. His fingers were shaking so much that it took several times to fully open the zipper head.

The unknown fear spread in the girl's heart. When her only companion squatted on the ground and sadly crawled back two steps, the overwhelming terror almost reached its peak.

was extremely horrified, as if he had been tortured even more cruelly than the one in the bathroom. After the zipper was pulled open, it was like opening a flood gate to release a flood. A head with a long neck fell out instantly. The head was so purple that it was about to explode. There was a smile on his face, and his head that might "explode" in the next second was lying on the floor. His lower body and arms were still in the beautiful "socks" like a man's old enemy.

However, before the "monster" could get up in embarrassment, the girl screamed and shouted.

After hearing the girl's almost crazy words, the "monster" seemed to be driven into panic. He quickly stood up and ran to the "white sheets" like a madman. He opened the sheets without any hesitation and yelled at the girl: " How could he move!"

The "white sheet" man with a very uncomfortable expression and his mouth curled up as if he had suffered a lot of grievances would certainly not move. He was dead.

After realizing this, the "monster" shrank his hands, then went to the heavy door, and took the girl who was hiding in the corner shivering and crying in despair into his arms.

The only sound was the girl's cry. The twitching sound was monotonous and annoying. She cried for about ten minutes before the "monster" whispered: "Call the police. Let's go out and wait."

"... "

The girl was exhausted and her legs were weak. She was held up by the man and opened the door with one hand.

"Didi" sounded twice, and the fingerprint verification failed. The girl changed her position and continued to press, but still heard "Didi" twice.

"I'll do it." "Monster" thought that the girl was so scared that she couldn't even open the door, but when he put his finger on it, the same "didi" sound came out, and he felt an indescribable strangeness. The two looked at each other.

The two people who did not believe in evil frantically tried nineteen fingers. When the last finger also failed, the "monster" couldn't bear it anymore. He cursed like a curse or something, and had no words to say. He said to the girl: "Call your damn boyfriend!"

The girl agreed pitifully, then took out her cell phone, quickly found her boyfriend's number and dialed it.

Almost at the same time, the "monster" turned his head in the direction of the stairs, while the girl quickly looked towards the ceiling.

I don’t know where it is, but there was a “ding-ding” sound first, and then the sound immediately disappeared, replaced by a very clear vibration and muffled sound, like a mobile phone placed on a wooden board, yes, that’s the sound.

"Monster" turned around and asked: "Didn't he bring his mobile phone? Or..."

Regarding the victim of the "Scare to Death" plan, the owner of this house, it is difficult for "Monster" to imagine that he would be at home. If he was really at home, So how did these people in the room die? Did one kill three?

Halfway through the words, the "monster" was frightened by the girl's actions. The girl who was so limp just now that she seemed to have no bones was now struggling to raise her head with her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

seemed to be piercing something, or maybe it had already been pierced. It was impossible to pierce a hole in the ceiling just by the girl's eyes, but what happened to the hole that really existed?

Just now, the girl screamed at the "white sheet": "It's moving, it's moving." It was scary enough, but at this time, the girl's words "There is someone up there." were like an atomic bomb The head of the "monster" exploded, 's scalp felt numb, 's feeling.

The door, the smart home where fingerprints can be changed inside and outside the door, is tightly closed at this time. Faced with the door that cannot be opened and the sudden change in the house, both the "monster" and the girl don't know what to do.

Maybe things have to be solved. The "monster" tugged on the girl's sleeves and looked at the stairs again, which meant that he wanted to go up and have a look.

The girl first refused and refused to go up. Seeing this, the "monster" could only signal the girl to wait at the first staircase while he went up to see what was going on.

The girl nodded in panic. With no support, she held her phone tightly. She waited until the man had completely climbed the stairs around the corner before remembering that she should call the police.

*

The "monster" only saw a "bed" with two stacked mattresses and a drooping data cable on the bedside table. He was confused. This place was so visible, how could it hide someone?

then looked around, there seemed to be nothing worth noting, but when he looked at the "window", his sight inevitably stopped.

That is a "window" painted on the wall panel. It is so three-dimensional that it almost looks like a real window. In front of the "window" lies a girl with short hair, with her back to her. The back view is very beautiful. If the girl turns around and says Maybe he looks chubby and cute.

The "monster" was not looking at the girl's back, but was staring at the remaining half of the "window" where the girl had not finished lying down. Is

a bit too three-dimensional? Maybe it really is a window?

The "monster" walked quietly towards the "window", with one leg and one hand on the bed for support, and the other hand slowly stretched towards the "window"...

Looking closely, that It was like an extremely deep "entrance to another dimension". Just when the "window" was pushed open a little, a rotten face suddenly appeared in the "entrance" with eyes still bleeding scarlet blood.

The huge impact that made people's blood flow backwards and numb their scalp made the "monster" scream in fear, and the steps back were so messy that he was overwhelmed, tripped, and rolled down the fourth flight of stairs. By coincidence, His head hit the wall at the corner of the stairs, not his head, but his neck. The crisp sound of breaking resounded throughout the house.

It was agreed that it was just a scary game. After six people agreed to participate, four of them actually died.

*

"As for the scene we saw early in the morning, that's it." A female police officer said to a woman wearing tan food Said the man in the store's work clothes, which had the words "No. 1 in Food Street" immodestly printed on it in white.

The man felt very strange after hearing this. How could this be possible? When my nephew asked for leave yesterday afternoon, he promised that he would go to work as usual the next day, but there is news today, why...

"We spent a lot of effort to open the door, and after opening it, there were dead people everywhere in the house. Your nephew, the one with the ghost-like face, was lying next to his girlfriend. The girl also fainted..." The man still remembered that the policewoman pointed at her when she said this. The nephew's girlfriend was stunned on the chair in the interrogation room. The girl seemed stupid, her neck felt like it was cramped, and she kept looking up at something on the ceiling of the police station.

"I don't know who fired the gun. As for whether your nephew's head was smashed by the only living person, there are only your nephew's fingerprints on the shotgun."

The man thought deeply and his nephew borrowed his shotgun. He seemed very happy, but then he touched the gun and frowned, crying and laughing sometimes. I don’t know what he was thinking at that time.

"We will give you the truth, please believe us."

"..."

"I would like to apologize to you again, because last night was Christmas Eve, and the colleague on the line drank two more drinks on a whim and failed to call the police in time. It’s really..."

What happened next was very simple. The female police officer led her colleagues to search the entire house. Perhaps out of professional habits or because they were too curious about this weird murder, the police officers were especially Carefully searched every corner.

Under the sofa cushion , in the refrigerator, in the kitchen knife set box, and on the second floor, the window that really exists under the "stars". In the

window, the policewoman saw a particularly large dark space, as if it was deliberately set aside to scare someone. Yes, if anyone tapped the wooden ceiling in the middle of the night, they would definitely be scared. Jumping.

The suicide note was found by the policewoman from that dark space. It was just a huge white piece of A4 paper. The owner of the suicide note seemed to have no education and wanted to write something, but was bored and wrote on the paper with a red pen tip. Poking up and down, it's the same as the bottom.

First it was "I think my life", these words were crossed out in red, and then another line was written: "If no one bullies me", but it was crossed out again.The policewoman guessed that the owner of the suicide note was thinking about poking the paper with the tip of the pen...

The final outcome was that the A4 paper was turned sideways, and the instigator chewed up the shell of the red pen. It would look ugly at first glance. The font reads: "I am a genius!" (Original title: "To surprise me, my friend stuffed herself into a sock")

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