Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

Like dancing ballet. The front desk leaked the secret secretly, "He was bruised and purple, and his face was covered with black blood. He even cut his mouth open, and stabbed his cheek with a knife, which scared people to death." "

"You saw it with your own eyes?"

The receptionist shook her head repeatedly, "Then I must have fainted from fright! The cleaning lady told me that she had a heart problem, and she was so frightened that she fell ill. Fortunately, she brought medicine with her, and she called the police when she recovered."

I opened my mouth wordlessly, and my lips closed like a fish short of water, but I couldn't even spit out the bubbles.

It is true that Wu Ji is cruel, sarcastic, and open to money, but it is also true that he is a responsible editor-in-chief.He treats work carefully and harshly, and if his subordinates are negligent, he will growl angrily. It is true that people hate him, but I don't think anyone hates him to such an extent. Restrain your violent temper.

"Is Jin Dongshu here?"

"She hasn't been here for a while."

When I went upstairs, I heard the front desk flaunting this rare miracle to the next person who came to inquire.My original office was closed, one person died, and the rest of the newspaper office did not move in all directions. Our industry is effective and cannot be closed for a day. As long as the newspaper office continues to pay wages, whoever dies is just an event, and it will pass.But for now, this is the only topic among us, and any other news is not worth mentioning at the moment.

We've been put in other offices, but I doubt either of us can do a single thing well.The water surface of peaceful life is broken, not by a small stone, but by a torpedo-like splash of water, breaking the sky.When encountering such an unusual event, I fell into a thick and blunt surreal feeling for the first time, and I couldn't believe that it really happened around me.

"...The most intrusive thing is, it's all like this, the wound makes him look like he's laughing." The front desk said.

I have experienced farewell, but the general environment of Liangzi and Xiuyi at that time was turbulent, and once there was a war, anything was possible.Now, in the peaceful and serene life of boiled water, I honestly followed the direction of fate, and I did not go wrong, but the situation became more and more distorted.People close to me, closely related to life, and people I meet almost every day are tortured to death, which is so unrealistic that it is almost absurd.If color is used as a metaphor, it is neither black nor white, and it is a vague and dirty cream color between the two.

Recalling that he stared at my “terrible” coffee with disgust the day before, that expression is still vivid in my mind, after all, time is really short.In such a short period of time, the person we have always thought of as hard bursts like a soap bubble, and perishes forever in the world.

Rumors swooped furtively through the narrow cubicles, and countless versions were born from those straightforward or veiled speeches, whizzing through the entire building, stirring the air so that it became sticky, and continued to spread outward.Social feuds, perverted serial killers, love murders, entanglements in the underground world, the pain of holding a pen and racking your brains all day long to write manuscripts are all gone, and everyone is full of enthusiasm. A little carnival.I haven't seen anyone feeling sad, not counting a few cheap "pity" verbally, there may be people who are genuinely sad, but I haven't seen one from beginning to end.If Jin Dongshu were here, she would feel really sad.Sometimes Wu Ji's strictness doesn't work for her. She is a gold medal reporter and can speak well. Wu Ji will also give in sometimes. This kind of work mode may be considered harmonious.

Death has been around me too often lately—I thought.I hope that Jin Dongshu will not go wrong again.

The meeting date with Liu Zhiyuan is today. Before going out to work, I checked the camera as usual, and found that the remaining battery power was less than half. To be on the safe side, I had to go home to get the battery. I forgot to bring it back when I brought it back last time. newspaper.When I entered the door, Elo was concentrating on turning on the electric switch, and there were loud beating and shouting sounds, and he told me that there was a courier out of the corner of my eye.

I went upstairs and hurriedly stuffed the battery into the bag before I took the familiar cardboard box on the table. It was messily wrapped with bright yellow tape today, especially today, which revealed a strange atmosphere. Maybe this tape is too much like a police cordon. The kind used at the scene reminded me of Wu Ji's death.

I planned to go to a relatively lively street and take a taxi. I opened the carton while walking, and first found a riddle in it: go up and down, roll around, but climb to the top.It was written on cardboard, and we saw it as soon as we opened the box. The cardboard was white on both sides, and there was not even a single extra ink spot except for this sentence.I turned the cardboard over and over and searched carefully several times, and found that the thickness of the paper was not right. I looked at its side to the light, and found that this cardboard seemed to be made by pasting a layer of stickers on a card. of.I carefully lifted a corner, and sure enough, one layer was removed smoothly.I also wondered if it was another riddle. After tearing off the sticker on the surface, I was startled unprepared. Wu Ji’s purple-red and blackened face crashed into my eyes from the cardboard—the whole body was covered with bruises, green and red. The wounds covered the entire face and body, the nose was twisted weirdly, and the blood from the nose was smeared and clotted there.The huge, clumsy corpse was hung from the ceiling fan, like a pig that had just been slaughtered, its hands and feet were put in a ballet pose, with the toes hanging down and not touching the ground.Sure enough, as the woman at the front desk said, he was just smiling, with his lips grinning in an impossible position, showing twelve teeth stiffly, and the cut scars on both sides of his mouth would make him laugh endlessly.

I stared at the card for a long time, thinking that the last card might also have hidden secrets.But after repeated confirmation, I found that it was just an ordinary piece of white paper.I put the two riddles together. Except for the different content and carrier, the handwriting is the same to the naked eye. Since the riddle this time carries the information of a person’s death, it’s hard not to ask me to speculate on the riddle of the last delivery. A murder case is also hidden behind the question, so what is the function of the riddle? Is there any hidden information that you want me to know?Wu Ji's riddle is not difficult to guess, I guess it is the stairs.Combined with his death, it is not difficult to imagine that he was pushed down the stairs before being hung on the ceiling fan.

How would Elo react if I told this to him?He was full of curiosity about the scene in the morning, but he didn't get an answer, and he didn't know if he was still interested at this time.

I try to picture his response in my mind - shrugging, nonchalantly smiling, "Cool, you don't have to go to work at last." Transcript, when I come back, the meeting with Liu Zhiyuan will definitely go to waste, and I may not be able to get an appointment next time, and it is also difficult for me to tell who and why these photos were sent to me. I am still at a loss.Out of this consideration, I decided to report the case after the interview, and deal with Liu Zhiyuan's matter first.

The surroundings were getting noisy, a taxi passed by, I quickly raised my hand to stop it.But even though I wanted to put this matter on hold for later, I still had a bad premonition stuck in my chest, and I was always depressed when I was riding.

The time scheduled with Liu Zhiyuan was from 04:30 to [-]:[-] in the afternoon. It happened to take advantage of his gap between the meeting and the dinner. At [-]:[-] in the evening, he had a meeting with other distinguished guests. I had to end the interview earlier. Give him some time to prepare.

I arrived at his address as scheduled and rang the doorbell. After setting up the equipment, I conducted an interview in a decent manner. Liu Zhiyuan didn't notice it. I couldn't escape the implicit boast in my words. I patiently dealt with him for a while before bringing up the topic. He has worked in Gaoyuan.He wasn't surprised at first, and his expression didn't move at all. I pretended to mention the Jinmeng Welfare Institute unintentionally. His expression, which was originally forced to be kind and close to the people, slightly stiffened. , reluctantly coped with a few words and politely excused to go to the bathroom. I couldn't stop him without any scruples, and after he left, he picked up the tea on the table boringly, trying to lift his spirits.

I waited for a while, almost thinking that Liu Zhiyuan was going to run away regardless of his image, when I suddenly heard the sound of objects crackling and falling from the direction of the bathroom, calling Liu Zhiyuan's name, I couldn't get the memory for a long time, I hesitated outside the door for a moment , or opened the door.

Liu Zhiyuan collapsed on the ground with his face upside down, desperately pulling away something around his neck. Someone was sitting on his body, holding a thin transparent silk thread tightly with both hands. Liu Zhiyuan's struggle was obviously lost. Gaining strength, he kicked weakly on the ground with his legs and feet. The man maintained his vigorous hand movement, half turned around to meet my gaze, and a smile appeared on his expressionless face, as if the wind was passing by, and he greeted happily: "Good afternoon , dear." Even the hand was exerting force because of the murderous action, the knuckles were clearly bulging, but the killer greeted me briskly.

I should have rushed to stop him, but my feet seemed to have taken root, and I stood motionless at the door, which is strange.Elo got up from Liu Zhiyuan's body, and my eyes wandered around, trying to find something convenient for defense. He retrieved the murder weapon from Liu Zhiyuan's neck, wrapped it around his hand a few times, put it back into his trouser pocket, and approached step by step. ,leisurely.A burst of dizziness hit me, I hurriedly supported the door frame to stabilize my figure, and slowly slid down until my consciousness was completely blurred. In my half-closed vision, I saw Elo finally stop in front of me, leaning over to observe my body Eyes, "Sweet dream, my beauty." He finally said, still in a greasy tone.

54. Pierrot 13

My headache is killing me.

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