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The landlady was awakened by a strong urge to urinate.

Unable to fall asleep anyway, she reluctantly got up from the bed, slowly turned on the small lamp by the bed and walked outside, feeling extremely sleepy.

Walking out of the room, before the landlady took a few steps, she heard a moderate noise coming from the stairwell. The sound of slow turning.

The landlady, who was stunned by the sound, was very annoyed.

"Really, it must have broken the handrail in the stairwell again! No matter who it is, don't let me pay for the repair fee this time!"

She was yelling loudly, as if she was going to wake up the whole building.

Stepping on the sandals that were broken on one side, the landlady in a light purple robe pajamas dragged her fat body step by step to the stairway.

In the absence of lights, the stairway looked very dim, and one had to be extremely careful with every step, for fear that if one foot missed, even one's own life would be lost.

Just when the landlady slowly stepped up the first step and was about to press the small light switch on the wall, suddenly an unknown thing swept over her head with such force that it almost knocked her down. His scalp was torn off, and it was excruciatingly painful.

"Ah!" The sharp pain made the landlady lie down on the wall in pain, "What the hell, the scratching made my head hurt like hell."

While complaining and cursing, she fumbled for the light switch more carefully. When a square electric plug board appeared in her palm, she pressed the only button on it forcefully.

With a "snap", the light was turned on, and the entire stairwell was lit up.

"Dead, dead!"

The scene in front of her was so frightening that the landlady fell limply on the ground. The water stains flowing under her directly dyed the light purple nightgown into a deep purple. She passed out after a while with trembling hands and feet.

Although it was already three o'clock in the morning, the conscientious policemen drove to the residential building where the accident happened in the dark.

As soon as he got out of the car, Fang Le sneezed from the cold wind blowing in front of him.

"Ah cut~~, why is it so cold tonight, isn't it exactly 27 degrees?"

Putting the police cap in his hand on Fang Le's head, Fang He said with a serious face, "Didn't I tell you to stay at home? Why did you follow me secretly? If I hadn't discovered you earlier, you would be dead now." I don’t know where to hide and cry.”

Fang Le sniffed aggrievedly, "My classmate had an accident, so I have to come and see. Although we don't know each other well, we are still classmates."

Fang He couldn't help sighing, "Hey, even if you go out, you need to add some clothes, now you know it's cold."

Righting the police cap that had slipped off his head, Fang Le raised his head and looked straight at Fang He, "Cousin, take me in this time, I promise you will be quiet all the time."

Fang He lightly flicked the cap that was tilted again, "Okay, you can go and see this time too, but you still have to be mentally prepared."

"Okay." Fang Le agreed.

Then, under the leadership of his cousin, Fang Le walked in with the others.

The person who called the police was not the landlady, but a young girl who just graduated from college who lived on the first floor. She came out to check because she found that the lights in the stairwell were on.

Looking up at the female corpse hanging above the stairwell, Fang He was thoughtful.

"Didn't you say that you found the last words written by the deceased himself? Why is the corpse still like this?" This was the first time he had seen such a death method.

The rest shook their heads, expressing that they were not clear, and the handwriting on the last words was indeed the deceased's, there was no doubt about it.

The name of the deceased was Yang Li, who was Fang Le's former college classmate. It stands to reason that such a talented and good-looking girl should not have the idea of ​​committing suicide.

But such a person chose to commit suicide, still in such a weird way.

Slowly looking up, the first thing Fang Le saw was the pair of exquisite white dress shoes on Yang Li's feet. The bottom of the dress shoes was dotted with some fine crystals, and it was those crystals that scratched the landlady's scalp.

Yang Li, who was wearing a water-blue tube top dress, looked beautiful, but her eyes were firmly open, looking at everyone below with a dull and weird look.

Everyone who came to this stairwell, as long as they looked up, the first thing they saw was her pair of black eyes, full of dead silence and strangeness.

Hanging straight above the stairwell, Yang Li's long black hair is supporting Yang Li's whole body, and her black hair is fixed at the bottom of the railing in a twisted way, and this way of death is something that Yang Li can do alone of.

There was not a single trace of blood on Yang Li's body. What caused her death was a broken throat, and because of the broken throat, her neck looked longer than before.

Fang He guessed that she probably fell backward after tying up her hair. Only under such a heavy impact can a person's larynx be broken suddenly.

But why she chose to die in such a weird way is unknown.

And what makes Fang He feel strange the most is, isn't a quick and painless death the first thought of a person who wants to commit suicide?How could he think of such a way to die? This is really a bit too strenuous.

After some careful investigation, several people confirmed that Yang Li committed suicide. Although her death was too sudden, this is already an unchangeable fact.

Turning his head quickly, Fang Le was a little afraid to see those terrifying eyes. This was the first time he saw someone he knew die, and this feeling made him feel depressed.

"Cousin, since it is confirmed that he committed suicide, can the body be put down?" Fang Le whispered in Fang He's ear, holding the police cap on his head.

"Okay." Fang He nodded.

As a result, the body was carefully put down by the rest of the people. As for Yang Li's parents, they were naturally notified by the police. Since they were also from the city, it was very convenient to notify them.

As for Yang Li's death, as Yang Li's classmate and monitor, Fang Le felt that he had the responsibility to notify other students, regardless of whether they came or not, he would notify them one by one.

*****

next morning

'jingle bell jingle bell'

As soon as it arrived at [-]:[-] in the morning, the familiar and annoying alarm sounded in Xuanyuan's ears.

Raising his hand to press the button on the alarm clock, Xuan Yuan reluctantly lay on the bed with half-closed eyes for more than ten seconds before forcing himself to sit up from the bed.

After standing by the bed and yawning a few times, he began to change out of his crumpled pajamas without saying a word, and put on the clothes he prepared last night; after simply brushing his teeth and washing his face, he picked up the Sandwiches and mineral water left in a hurry.

This is Xuanyuan's mornings in the past two years, and from the beginning to the end, he never looked at Lin Yinan, as if he was just an ordinary person living alone.

After taking a gulp of mineral water, the sandwich stuck in his throat finally slid down smoothly. As soon as he got in his second-hand car, Xuan Yuan's cell phone started vibrating non-stop.

After he pressed to answer, Fang Le's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, "Xuan Yuan, I'm Fang Le, Yang Li committed suicide suddenly last night, I'm here to inform you... ..Remember to attend her funeral in a few days, the place is in Yang Li's hometown."

"What, Yang Li? How could she commit suicide?" Xuan Yuan's eyes were red, and he couldn't believe it.

"I also think this incident is really a bit strange, but it has already happened, and Yang Li did leave a suicide note, so it is useless to doubt it now, all we can do is to bid her a final farewell."

"...Okay, I see, thank you for notifying me." Xuanyuan replied sadly, and after finishing speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Fang Le's phone call made Xuan Yuan's joyful heart sink immediately. He couldn't imagine that Yang Li was still smiling so happily yesterday, why did she lose her life today?

The bright sunshine shone on Xuan Yuan's face, but he couldn't feel the slightest warmth. Soon, he drank up a large bottle of mineral water.

The morning sun shines through the cracks in the curtains, and sprinkles the sleeping Lin Yinan all over. Slowly, he pulls the blanket over his body and covers his face, but ignores the exposed neck.

Looking at the inadvertently exposed skin, the man who had been standing by the bed watching couldn't hold back. He bent down and kissed Lin Yinan's smooth and clean back neck, a little bit of wetness continued to dot it, and his shallow breathing was gentle. It hit Lin Yinan's sensitive earlobe so numbly that his whole body trembled.

Slightly frowning and opening his eyes, Lin Yinan helplessly looked at the man who made trouble on his body, "... What time is it?" Rubbing his eyes with a sleepy face.

With his right hand slowly inserted into the youth's white pajamas, 'Xuan Yuan' stroked his soft belly fascinatedly, "It's exactly eight o'clock." After speaking, he lightly bit the inconspicuous Adam's apple on the side of his mouth.

The young man's breathing gradually became heavy, and he pressed the man's shoulder with flushed cheeks, "Aren't you still going to work today?"

Ah Yuan today is very enthusiastic.

"The work is relatively easy these days, so it doesn't matter if I go at nine o'clock." He kissed the young man's skin delicately, covered him with a blanket, and threw the clothes casually on the floor.

The temperature inside the blanket was gradually rising, and ambiguous voices came from the constantly rising and falling mouth, and the room was full of beauty.

After some cloud and rain, Lin Yinan lay on the body of 'Xuan Yuan' exhaustedly, and the skin of the two was very close.

Being firmly held by those warm big hands, feeling the roughness under his lover's palm, Lin Yinan's eyes locked on the silver ring on the right hand of 'Xuan Yuan'.

Carefully touching the three letters engraved on the ring, Lin Yinan smiled and said, "The ring has been found again?"

"I accidentally left it in the hotel yesterday. I went to find it in the morning and found it in the bathroom."'Xuan Yuan' replied gently.

"Just find it." Lin Yinan said with a smile.

When Lin Yinan closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep from exhaustion, the cell phone beside his pillow rang suddenly.

That was Fang Le calling.

Taking the mobile phone handed over by the man, Lin Yinan pressed the speakerphone under the man's signal, "Hello, Fang Le?"

"Yinan, you finally answered the phone. I called you several times before, why did I hang up?" Fang Le said sadly.

After calling Xuanyuan, Fang Le immediately called Lin Yinan, but the strange thing is that every call he made would be hung up the moment after he started calling, and it is now No.30 He made a call. If he hadn't confirmed that the phone number belonged to Lin Yinan, he would have thought he had made a wrong call.

Hearing what Fang Le said, Lin Yinan was full of doubts, "Is there? I didn't hear the sound, maybe there is something wrong with the phone..."

In order not to miss other people's calls, Lin Yinan's cell phone will be set to ring every night, so that as long as someone calls him, he can hear it immediately, and it is impossible for Xuanyuan to do such a thing, so Fang Le In this case, it is estimated that there is a problem with the mobile phone.

"Forget it." Fang Le waved his hand helplessly, "I called to tell you that Yang Li committed suicide last night, and we are going to attend her funeral in a few days. I will pick you up then."

"...Okay, thank you, see you then."

"Well, by the way, I have already told Xuanyuan, I have to inform other people now, see you later." After Fang Le finished speaking, the call ended.

Putting down the phone, Lin Yinan was very puzzled, Yang Li passed away?why so suddenly...

Lin Yinan was different from Xuan Yuan. He felt very flat about Yang Li's death, just like the death of a stranger. After all, the relationship between him and Yang Li was worse than that of a stranger.