Aoba Office

The teaching building of the School of Drama is very deserted at night, but as a university, there are all-night study rooms, so it is not completely unpopular.

I'll wait at the top of the stairs. The cordon has been removed by the school. Without the cordon, no one can remember that a murder occurred here. But I felt a vague yin energy, just like the feeling in the theater. I could easily tell that there was a ghost here.

It is cloudy tonight and there is no moon in the sky.

When the girl's ghost appears and commits suicide, her severed head no longer has the bright moon that appeared there. The fallen body slowly and stiffly got up, like a toddler, and fell down the stairs.

I closed my eyes and waited.

The footsteps sounded after a long time. Just like in a dream, the headless girl climbed up the stairs holding her own head, leaving bloody footprints, and stood in front of me.

Her face was no longer stiff, but she looked at me happily and asked eagerly: "How did I perform?"

I nodded sadly and said something against my will: "Perfect."

The girl smiled. Even though she looked embarrassed, the joy still overflowed from the corners of her eyes and brows. Her figure slowly disappeared into the stairwell.

I exhaled my bad breath and dragged my steps back home. As soon as I lay on the bed and closed my eyes, a new dream began.

It was an empty corridor with two rows of fixed plastic chairs on both sides. Various promotional posters were posted on the walls. Cartoon figures in uniforms marked this place as a police station.

I was sitting on a plastic chair, and a coquettish-looking woman wearing thin clothes suddenly appeared across from me. She dyed her hair, wore heavy makeup, and her skin was covered in scars. The woman's face was expressionless, and her eyes were dead. The hands with bright red nails slowly touched his scarred body and climbed up to his slender neck.

I struggled like last time, wanted to scream, wanted to rush over and grab her hand.

Veins burst out of the woman's hands, her knuckles turned white, and her neck was deformed by pinching herself. She stretched her legs weakly, kicked twice, and her whole body tilted on the seat and rolled to the ground. A soft cry of "hissing" came from the woman's throat, her eyes widened and her expression was horrified. The movements of her feet became more and more violent, and her body rolled on the ground, but her hands seemed to be controlled by others and remained motionless.

Suddenly, the woman's hands loosened and she threw them to both sides uncontrollably, hitting the ground and the plastic chair respectively, making two loud noises. Two green and red palm prints were exposed on her neck.

I was stunned.

Was this a success? Did I prevent her death?

I quickly discovered that I was too optimistic.

The woman was still wailing silently, grabbing the air with her outstretched hands. Her legs and upper body were moving, but her waist and neck seemed to be nailed to the ground. The handprints on her neck were getting darker, as if invisible hands were continuing to strangle her neck.

I can imagine what happened to her. Someone was riding on her, so she couldn't move her waist. She was also being choked by someone who couldn't see her, and was on the verge of death.

I roared in my heart, but I was still powerless to change this situation.

The woman's hand stretched into the air and tightened into a straight line, her fingertips reaching for the incandescent light above her head, her dark eyes filled with despair. All her struggles stopped at this point. The hand that seemed to symbolize the longing for light fell powerlessly.

She is dead.

Die again.

I was so angry that I almost burst.

"Again."

My heart was filled with excitement.

"Again"? That evil ghost?

The woman disappeared, and just like the evil ghost said, she reappeared on the plastic chair opposite me in the next second.

This time, she changed her expression, curling her lips and smiling charmingly. She stretched her body, not caring about the marks all over her body, and even proudly puffed out her chest, as if the scars on her body were just special effects makeup.

Her wanton expression turned into panic in an instant. She stumbled back, and marks of human hands appeared on her neck. She struggled, kicked and hit the invisible person in front of her, and wanted to scream, but after her throat was strangled, she couldn't make a sound at all.

This kind of struggle had no effect. In the blink of an eye, she lost all resistance and stared straight ahead. The transparent man seemed to have let go, and the woman's body fell down, lying on its side on the plastic chair in an awkward posture.

"Do it again!" The evil spirit's voice was a bit irritable, and I heard impatient pacing.

The woman's body disappears and reappears.

She changed her expression to a third way. This time she seemed to see the transparent murderer, screaming and running away.

"Ka! Ka! Ka! Ka! You idiot! Do you know what art is and what beauty is! Trash!" the evil spirit shouted angrily, interrupting the woman's performance.

The woman stood there in embarrassment and fear.

I just think the scene in front of me is ridiculous.

"Get out of here! You don't need to act anymore! Change the actor!" the evil ghost shouted.

My heart skipped a beat and I woke up suddenly.

Change the actor... He said change the actor!

I quickly took my cell phone and called Chen Xiaoqiu.

"Hello?" Chen Xiaoqiu's voice was hoarse and lazy, completely different from his usual shrewd and indifferent tone.

I realized it was three o'clock in the morning, but I couldn't wait any longer, "I'm dreaming again! He's not satisfied with the dead person this time, and he wants to change the actor!"

Chen Xiaoqiu was still confused and couldn't react for a while.

"Change the actor, not the role! He will find another prostitute! Is the arrested prostitute still in the police station?" Afraid of waking up my parents and sister, I lowered my voice and hurriedly changed my clothes, "If she's not a prostitute, she can It’s the other women who were arrested!”

Chen Xiaoqiu suddenly woke up and said, "Those prostitutes are in the detention center. I'll ask my uncle if they will take action tonight. Where do you live? I'll drive over to pick you up."

I reported my address and quietly left the house.

"Let's go to the detention center. The police station didn't take action tonight." Chen Xiaoqiu said when I got in the car.

Chen Xiaoqiu's car is not a luxury car, and her driving skills are quite average. She doesn't drive when she's at work, and she probably doesn't practice driving on weekdays. The performance of the car was good, and it was very fast in the empty streets in the early morning. It was also very lucky that it didn't hit a red light, and the journey was smooth. Even so, it was already past four o'clock when we arrived at the police detention center. The lights in the detention center were still on. When Chen Xiaoqiu drove in, it was also smooth.

I looked at Chen Xiaoqiu in surprise.

"It's my uncle's car." Chen Xiaoqiu said calmly.

No wonder the police chief’s car was flowing smoothly.

The Chen family’s uncle should have said hello to the people at the detention center. The police took us in, but their eyes looked strange. The group of prostitutes we saw when we went to the detention center at this time was very strange. In addition, the people above greeted them. It was very weird when I thought about it.

The police soon gave up. Alarm bells rang in the detention center, and shouts came from the direction we were heading.