Chapter 8: Mirror
Chen Ge subconsciously leaned against Shen Qingcheng, and said with a trembling voice, "Qi Mei is back to find her."
Shen Qingcheng was speechless, "Yes, but what are you afraid of, I'm not looking for you."
"Why not be afraid!" Chen Ge raised the volume, saw both of them looking at him, and silently took the voice back, his tone was a little anxious, "No, didn't you find out?"
"The chat record in the group stopped just two months ago, and Zhou Xiaohui also died two months ago, don't you think it's a coincidence? And everyone is chatting with real names, and suddenly an anonymous person appeared..."
The last message was sent anonymously, and the content looked like a death notice.
Looking at the group photo of the three people in his hand, Chen Ge swallowed. The three people in the photo were smiling, and the corners of his mouth were raised to the sides.
He looked at it, and found that the corners of the mouths of the people in the photo were getting bigger and bigger, and they almost took up half of the face, and the exposed teeth seemed to have other colors. .
The color seems to be red...
The quiet room suddenly turned gloomy, as if something gloomy was hiding in the darkness.
"Pop," Shen Qingcheng slapped Chen Ge's shoulder, "What are you doing, hurry up and find Qi Mei's entry file."
Chen Ge snapped back to his senses, looking at the photo again, it was still a group photo of the three of them smiling brightly, and there was no grinning half-faced mouth and blood-stained teeth.
He hurriedly threw the photo on the table, not even daring to throw it on the ground, "I'll go!"
Lu Qi stood up and there was no other information on the computer and the table, "By the way, look for Zhou Xiaohui."
Zhou Xiaohui mentioned the school in the chat log, indicating that she and Qi Mei were old acquaintances, and looking at the tone of her insulting Qi Mei, they should have some relationship.
There are a total of five lockers in the archives, Chen Ge just turned over one and left four, Lu Qi went in the opposite direction, and the two went to the middle together.
Shen Qingcheng didn't move, he raised his eyes and looked around in this small space, putting his hands in his pockets, "Alas, on the surface, I treat people as good friends, but in fact, I swear behind my back more than anyone else. Ruthless, this kind of person is so vicious."
He swaggered out the door and spat loudly, "It's so vicious!"
Chen Ge was puzzled, what did Brother Shen talk so loudly for? Seeing the other party walking outside, he quickly asked, "Brother Shen, where are you going!"
A voice from the corridor, "Toilet!"
The location of the archives room is in a relatively remote corner of the first floor of the office building. The whole office building is an old-fashioned building remodeled. Only the outer wall is painted with a layer of colored wall ash, which is not like a teaching building. All are new.
Shen Qingcheng walked back and forth in the corridor twice before finding the toilet. The location of the toilet was farther from the archives, and it was very shady due to its location.
Shen Qingcheng is very satisfied with this temperature, and in the summer it is necessary to be cooler to be comfortable.
The toilet has not been used for two months, it is very clean, there is no mess, and there is no messy smell under the high temperature.
He was standing in front of the urinal and unzipping the zipper, and when he was relaxing and peeing, he was almost scared to pee on his pants by a dead face suddenly protruding from the wall in front of him.
"Fuck!" For many years of self-cultivation, good-natured such as Shen Qingcheng, he was also anxious to swear.
The dead face disappeared as soon as it appeared, Shen Qingcheng finished urinating and packed his pants, walked to the sink with a dark face, raised his hand and knocked on the mirror on the wall, "come out."
Only Shen Qingcheng's irritable and impatient face was in the mirror.
"Come out!"
In the empty toilet, a tall and handsome man spoke to the mirror with sincerity. The picture was very stupid.
Shen Qingcheng's face became darker when he realized this, and he touched his waist.
He glanced at his white and tender fingertips, reluctant to bear, and unable to swallow.
After a few entanglements and hesitations, I finally made up my mind to bite **** my fingertips after washing my hands, "Hush."
My God, it hurts.
The blood that was finally squeezed out should not be wasted.
Shen Qingcheng drew an unknown symbol on the polished mirror with his blood-stained fingers. After the blood got onto the mirror, it slowly seeped into the mirror, and no trace of blood could be seen.
Then Shen Qingcheng put his hand into the mirror.
Just like Lu Qi put his hand into the wooden door, Shen Qingcheng also put his hand into the mirror, the difference is that the wooden door is broken with a big hole, but the mirror is intact.
He had a sullen face, and his right hand was rummaging in the mirror. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he sneered: "Damn, see where you are going!"
The words fell, and the right hand pulled out a not very solid white shadow from the mirror.
Her white mourning clothes were stained with red dots, and when the red touched the flesh, a black spot appeared on the flesh, she was afraid of the red on her body, and even more afraid of dyeing her mourning clothes red man.
Shen Qingcheng was in a good mood when she saw that her ghost was no longer solid, how dare a kid dare to scare him?
He adjusted his trousers and said in a leisurely manner: "Pick up my hair and let me take a look."
The female ghost shivered and lifted her hair to reveal her bloodless face, round face and small eyes, it was Zhou Xiaohui, one of the protagonists in the photo.
Zhou Xiaohui is a staff member of the archives. It is normal to linger in the vicinity after death. Shen Qingcheng understood it, and then said with disgust: "Forget it, you should put it down."
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Zhou Xiaohui put down her hand, a red light flashed in her eyes covered by her hair, these **** stinky men who only know how to look at their faces!
She's going to kill them!
"Pop," Shen Qingcheng kicked her on top, "Tell me, how did Qi Mei die, how did her son die, what is your relationship with Qi Mei."
Who knew that Zhou Xiaohui, who seemed very timid just now, suddenly burst out after hearing Qi Mei's name, and rushed towards Shen Qingcheng with a grin.
"Qi Mei, you bitch, you dare to kill me!"
I am asking you who killed Qi Mei, not who killed you.
Shen Qingcheng's black line, when he was about to raise his hand to stop the other party, he suddenly heard a movement outside, he immediately stepped back in fear, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Help me"
Because Shen Meiren went out for too long and didn't come back, Lu Qi and Chen Ge, who chose to find someone, heard the voice, and before Chen Ge could react, he saw the man beside him rush in quickly with a knife toilet.
The battle was over when Chen Ge, who was two steps behind, went in. He first looked at the environment in the toilet and saw nothing special.
"Brother Shen..." He was about to ask what happened when he turned his head and saw Brother Shen leaning "weakly" on Brother Lu's shoulder.
Brother Lu did not turn away coldly, but asked patiently, "Are you injured?"
Shen Qingcheng stretched out his injured index finger tremblingly, "It hurts, I have to hush."
Okay, Brother Lu shook the person away with a cold face.
That's right, Chen Ge let out a sigh of relief.