"The murderer..." Lu Yueyi seemed not to understand the meaning of this sentence.
"Isn't the murderer still hiding in this building?" The boy suddenly became uneasy and looked around cautiously, "Maybe he's still hiding in the classroom."
Lu Jieyi's eyes widened, "Ying...should go."
"I hope," said the boy, "you have been in the classroom? Is there anyone in there?"
"No," Lu Jieyi said decisively, "only the teacher's body."
"The murderer must have left..." The boy followed Lu Yuiyi up the last flight of stairs, "But we have to be careful."
"Um."
"Fortunately, there are two of us." The boy twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a weak smile, "I won't let others hurt you."
Lu Jieyi was confused by this sudden "confession". She turned her eyes to the boy and said in a cold voice, "If there is really a situation, we can just protect ourselves."
A trace of disappointment flashed in the boy's eyes, and he quickly lowered his eyes, pretending to look at the steps at his feet.
The two of them quickly reached the end of the stairs. Lu Jieyi swallowed a mouthful of saliva and walked towards the corridor on the right.
"Why do I think this person is weird?" Qin Yin followed the two of them and stared at the boy's back suspiciously, "Wen Ling, what do you think?"
Wen Ling frowned and seemed to be distracted.
"Asking Ling...Asking Ling?" Qin Yin stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, "What are you thinking about?"
Wen Ling pointed to his nose and said, "Smell."
"Smell?" Qin Yin sniffed around, "What smell? Is there any smell around?"
Wen Ling shook his head, "Bloody."
"Bloody...you are talking about the smell of blood just now," Qin Yin said, "Yeah, what's wrong with the smell of blood?"
Wen Ling stretched out his hands and strangled his neck, "Strangle him to death."
"Strangled..." Qin Yin's eyes suddenly widened, "Yes! How did I just think of it!"
Should have thought of it earlier.
Teacher Xiaochun was strangled to death by the murderer with a rope, and there was no obvious trauma on his body. So where did the smell of blood in the classroom come from?
"It's too scary..." Qin Yin's steps became numb, "There must be something we don't know."
The two took a few steps forward, and Wen Ling suddenly raised his hand and held Qin Yin.
"Sound!" Wen Ling's ears twitched, "Listen!"
Qin Yin stopped, imitating the way of asking the spirit, and listened attentively.
The sound of breathing, the footsteps of Lu Yueyi and the boy, the sound of the door opening...
Tick tock!
Also, the sound of water dripping.
Qin Yin and Wen Ling turned around at the same time.
Tick tock…
Diagonally behind the two of them is the public bathroom on this floor. The bathroom has no door. Two winding passages snake out from the entrance to the left and right ends. Behind the passages are hidden men's and women's restrooms.
If it is a bathroom, there is a sound of dripping water, which is normal.
But Qin Yin and Wen Ling walked over in unison, as if by chance.
Tick tock…
The sound came from the side with pink high heels painted on it - the women's bathroom.
The two walked past a full-length mirror, walked around a wall, and entered the women's bathroom.
The strong smell of blood hit my face.
Qin Yin and Wen Lingdeng gasped immediately, and they froze on the spot, staring at the scene in front of them in shock.
On the sink, there lay a female corpse covered in blood. Her hands were tied with a hemp rope and tied to the faucet. Her upper body was tilted into the sink, and her lower body was dragged on the ground, half-kneeling.
The neck of the female corpse was cut open, and some of the blood that gushes out flows on the platform of the sink, falling drop by drop along the edge of the platform.
Tick tock…
Wen Ling covered her mouth, her wide eyes trembling violently.
"This... this is..." Qin Yin frowned and pressed her stomach hard, trying to overcome the discomfort rising from her internal organs, "This is another dance teacher."
Wen Ling murmured stiffly, "Hu."
Not only Teacher Xiaochun died, but Teacher Hu also died.
And the death scene is even more tragic.
"It's too cruel..." Qin Yin shook his head, "So the smell of blood in the dance studio belongs to Teacher Hu. In this way, Teacher Hu and Teacher Xiaochun were both killed in the dance studio, but
Teacher Hu’s body was moved here..."
Wen Ling felt that her breath was extremely cold. She stared at Teacher Hu's body. An idea came to her mind, but it disappeared after a moment.
"If Lu Jieyi sees her, I'm afraid she will..." Qin Yin said from the side.
Wen Ling closed his eyes and tried his best to capture what he had just thought.
It's a very important thing.
"Wen Ling, let's go to the dance studio." Qin Yin said.
What is it?
Sweat broke out on Wen Ling's forehead. She recalled painfully and tried hard to remember.
"Wen Ling? What's wrong with you?" Qin Yin shook her shoulders in fright, "What happened?"
Just in the memory...
Memories from the recent past.
"Wenling, please open your eyes! If you don't open your eyes, I'm afraid..." Qin Yin shouted helplessly, "Wenling, please wake up!..."
Qin Yin's voice swirled in her ears, and Wen Ling could hear it, but at this moment, her thoughts were flying through the fragments of her memories, looking for that glimmer of light that had just flashed by.
bright light.
Light.
Wen Ling suddenly opened his eyes, and his gray eyes were like flames.
"light!"
"Lighting?" Qin Yin repeated, "Lighting is..."
"Danger!" Wen Ling screamed. She took Qin Yin's hand and ran out of the bathroom towards the dance studio.
Lights, yes, lights.
When Lu Jieyi first entered the building, the lights in the dance studio were still on. Then, the lights suddenly went out. The person who turned off the lights was not Lu Jieyi, let alone the deceased.
It's the murderer.
And since then, no one has left the building.
The murderer is still in the building.
The murderer never left.
Apart from them, there is only one person left in this building at this moment...
The door of the dance studio was still open. The two entered the dance studio and ran straight to the classroom at the end.
Qin Yin grabbed the classroom door handle and twisted it hard.
The door is locked.
***
Lu Jieyi peeked at the boy beside her out of the corner of her eye. The boy was tall and thin, with skin as white as paper. He looked so weak... Which type of dance could he dance?
The boy noticed Lu Yueyi's eyes and turned to look over. Lu Yueyi quickly looked away.
"Are you afraid?" the boy seemed to smile and asked.
"The appearance of the corpse is indeed a bit scary," Lu Qieyi said, "but when I think that it is Teacher Xiaochun, I am not so scared, but more sad."
The two of them had arrived at the door of the dance studio. Lu Jieyi took a deep breath, pursed her lips, and walked in.
"Sad..." the boy whispered, "Do you have a good relationship with Teacher Xiaochun?"
"Of course," Lu Qieyi said, "They have taught me for many years. To me, they are like sisters."
The boy nodded, looking at Lu Yueyi's back, a fleeting smile flashed across his lips.