Due to livelihood reasons, I came to Shanghai and worked as the lobby manager of my classmate's restaurant.

The work of taking care of the restaurant was indeed very arduous, but I did not forget to use my spare time to learn something to enrich myself. So I became an audit student at a university not far from the restaurant. Because of my cheerful personality and wide hobbies, I successively studied in

The school organized a "philatelic association", a "reading experience discussion", etc. Unexpectedly, these things made me famous, and I was actually hired as a reporter for the school magazine.

After I became a reporter, my mobile phone has not stopped. Students are always providing me with some so-called factual news. What about the senior boys shooting down the fluttering underwear upstairs in the girls' dormitory with a slingshot? What about the short students?

The teacher's nickname is "Hate the Sky". Actually, these are not worth mentioning, but there is one thing I must tell you.

The winter of that year came very early, like stepping directly from the scorching heat to the severe cold. On a cold and windy night, I returned to my residence to rest after taking night classes. I was awakened by the rapid ringing of a ringtone while I was sleeping. Who was calling this?

Damn phone? I thought as I picked up the phone next to my pillow.

"Hey! Who is it?" I asked. "Hey! It's me," the other party was a girl, her voice was timid and pale, "My name is Qing He, something happened in dormitory 311, you should go and take a look." Before I could wait.

I asked something, but the other party had already hung up. The time displayed on the phone was 3:20 in the morning. I tried to find her number from the caller ID, but there was nothing.

To be honest, I have seen this kind of pranks many times. It was just some students with ill intentions who wanted to drag me out of the warm bed into the cold wind.

I ignored her and turned over to sleep. The next day, I arranged my work in the restaurant and went to school for morning classes. As soon as I entered the school, an acquaintance stopped me and said: "Someone died in dormitory 311, you are a reporter

Why don't you go take a look?" When I arrived, many people had gathered outside the door. The criminal police were conducting an autopsy inside the house.

I heard that the girl next door woke up in the morning and found blood leaking from the crack in the 311 door, so she called the police. The deceased was a second-year girl. Since everyone else in the dormitory had graduated, she was the only one living here.

The artery in her wrist had been cut when she was found. After the autopsy, the police sorted out all the clues in the house. Finally, they concluded that the girl committed suicide.

The suicide note stated that the cause of suicide was broken love, and the police accurately deduced that the time of death was three o'clock in the morning.

Then, the people from the school put the girl on a shelf, covered her with a sheet, and carried her out of the house. When she passed by me, something suddenly fell from the body and hit my feet.
Chapter completed!