When someone with depression enters the horror game

[Heaven, like a bell

exist, then an ear

I am quiet, like a different kind

Alone here, rotten here]

Shen Lian sorted out the information on the draft paper.

The first deceased, male, was a student in the second and third grades of high school, with good grades. His body was found in the small woods behind the school. It is said that there were footprints all over his body when he was found.

The second deceased, a male, was a student in Class [-], Grade [-], and his grades were not bad. His body was exposed on the stage of a theatrical performance, and his head was smashed to pieces.

The current common denominator is that they are all men and are high school sophomores.

The killer may have some obsession with the second grade of high school, is familiar with the school terrain, and may often go to and from the school.

It is not ruled out that multiple people commit crimes.

There are so few clues.

Shen Lian wanted to throw the pen, but he couldn't, he still had to answer the question.

——He is in the examination room now.

Education is the foundation.It's just the death of two students, how can it affect many students to complete their studies?

Shen Lian doesn't want to commit suicide now, but wants to kill the school leader.

Forget it, I really don’t want to answer the questions, so let’s hand in the papers in advance.

He handed the test paper to the invigilator, but was stopped when he was about to go out: "Student!"

"What's the matter with you?"

"You didn't fill in the test number."

"Candidate number?"

"Oh, why do you still think that you just went to school when you are already a sophomore in high school? The test number and student number are the same."

"Thank you, teacher."

Shen Lian filled in "05" in the examination number column and left the examination room.

"Hey!"

"Do you have anything else?"

"Be careful walking home recently!"

"Thank you, teacher."

Shen Lian smiled.

The phone rang.

"Hello? Shen Lian?"

"Doctor? What's wrong?"

"The third body has been found."

Shen Lian couldn't laugh anymore.

"It was the girl who danced ballet at the theatrical performance that day. Her feet were cut off, tied with iron bars, and put in a coffin."

"How did you know?"

"I am the chairman of the student union, so I got the news first."

"Is that girl also a sophomore in high school?"

"Correct."

"Any more news?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, goodbye doctor." Shen Lian hung up the phone.

Inexplicably irritable.

It's that basement again.

The person in the shadow asked: "Dear classmate, do you like Van Gogh?"

The man tied to the chair was weeping and unable to speak.

"Van Gogh's ears, you know... make you as good as Van Gogh?"

The person being questioned desperately shed tears and shook his head in collapse.

"Be good, the sheep in the sheepfold must be good."

"382,27,117,86,5..."

"Fifth...five..."

Shen Lian spoke to the mirror again.

"Footprints, head, auditorium, stage, feet, iron block, coffin... can you connect these together?"

In the mirror, he smiled and said nothing.

Shen Lian continued to think: "Who was that person in the mirror that day? Why did the doctor and I feel that we had seen him?"

"Why don't we know who the third player is yet?"

"Will the murderer be the third player?"

"Did the doctor lie?"

"Could it be the doctor calling for a thief?"

Shen Lian looked at the mirror and said again: "It's not that my condition is getting worse, you are my hallucination, right?"

"...um... no, I took a picture, and the doctor can see it too..."

Shen Lian started to think wildly again.

"When it was over, I opened my eyes and found myself in a straitjacket, lying in a mental hospital."

"Everything I imagined as a paranoid with a DPD, including depression."

"Are you saying it's funny?"

He was actually smiling in the mirror.

Good thing no one feels cold this time.

A towel covered his mouth from behind.

A little weirdly sweet, a little weirdly fragrant.

Before losing consciousness, countless weird thoughts flashed through Shen Lian's mind.

"This can come in, is the murderer cheating? There are too many bugs in this world..."

"Ether? Stupid..."

"What use do I need this broken mirror..."

Almost suffocating.

At the same time, Zheng Qing called Shen Lian with the collection of poems by the famous British female poet Emily Dickinson in the nineteenth century.

"Hi, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later..."

The author has something to say:

Well, regarding ether, I would like to say that talking about toxicity regardless of the dose is a hooligan. The most dangerous point of ether is that its boiling point is too low and it is easy to explode. It seems that it cannot be mixed with acid (I don’t remember clearly). Already, so the setting here is suffocation.