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death list 1

Xiao Congshuo had just received his graduation certificate three months ago, and he still had some things that he hadn't had time to move back. It wasn't important at all, so he left them with his juniors to help take care of them.Unexpectedly, the junior had to change dormitories in the new semester, so he could only urge Xiao Congshuo to take away those sundries.

On Saturday morning, Xiao Congshuo and Ming Yan rushed to the student's dormitory, and together they cleaned up the sundries left by him.

Junior brother Zhang Liang loves to be snarky, looked at Ming Yan for a long time, and teased: "Senior brother, does your unit recruit people based on appearance?"

"Ming Yan is my boss." Xiao Congshuo looked at Ming Yan with a smile and winked at him.

Ming Yan joked half-truthfully: "My small shop recruits people only based on appearance, the rest is not important."

"Brother, your boss is really humorous." Zhang Liang was also amused, and helped Xiao Congshuo carry things downstairs.

Ming Yan was walking on the stairs carrying big bags and small bags, when someone walked over in a daze and bumped into him.The package in his hand rolled down the stairs, but Ming Yan didn't bother to get it, but frowned at the male student who bumped into him.

This person was obviously also hit hard, but he didn't seem to notice it, he didn't even look at Ming Yan, and walked upstairs step by step.

Xiao Congshuo came a step late, only saw the package rolling down the stairs, and thought it was Ming Yan who tripped over: "Are you all right?"

"It's not me, it's that person." Ming Yan raised his chin towards the back of that person, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, "What did you see?"

"Shadow." Xiao Congshuo looked at the man and replied in a low voice, "There is a shadow over his head, as gray as a haze."

"He's in trouble." Ming Yan picked up the package that fell on the ground, and went downstairs with Xiao Congshuo, "Maybe he offended someone, bad luck."

At the beginning of the semester, Ming Yan didn't take this matter to heart, after all, there are always many conflicts among young and vigorous students.Who knows who knows some small spells, and casts a curse to make the "enemy" bad luck.However, these are all small things among students, can they still kill people?

However, when he heard an exclamation downstairs, Ming Yan finally knew that he was wrong.

The unlucky male classmate fell from the rooftop and fell into a pool of blood.The huge impact broke his limbs, and the boy fell to the ground twisted like a puppet with its strings broken.Except for the meaningless twitching of his limbs, there was nothing left, and even his life came to an end.

After a moment of silence, screams broke out in the dormitory area. In the panic, the dormitory manager turned pale with fright, and hurriedly dialed the emergency number.

"Wang Qiang..." Zhang Liang's eyes widened in horror, the smell of blood made him gag, "It's Wang Qiang!"

The eyes of the person on the stretcher were extremely wide, and the pupils were dilated to the maximum, and it was impossible to save his life.Xiao Congshuo sighed deeply, his good mood was swept away.

In the hand of the deceased, a ball of paper suddenly fell to the ground, and no one noticed it in the chaotic crowd.

Xiao Congshuo didn't see it at first, but he noticed that the smog that had been covering Wang Qiang's head suddenly floated up, spun three or five times, and fell into the paper.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Xiao Congshuo secretly picked up the paper and dragged Ming Yan to a place with few people.Ming Yan unfolded the crumpled paper and saw that five people's names were clearly written on it. The word "Wang Qiang" at the head was circled in red.

The five names were all written in red pen, clearly a way of cursing.Xiao Congshuo has also heard that red pens are only used when writing the names of dead people.

The name carries a person's life, and the red circle drawn on it represents the life that traps him.This is a simple and inconspicuous curse, but it took one person's life, so it can be called vicious.

Ming Yan looked at the names on the paper and read out one by one: "Wang Qiang, Zou Wenfeng, Zhang Qian, Luo Anqing, Wang Min."

Among the five people, one has already lost his life, and the rest are probably in danger.

According to Ming Yan's wishes, Xiao Congshuo took his junior Zhang Liang out of school for dinner on the grounds of a treat, hoping to find out news through the meal.

Ming Yan picked up some food with his chopsticks, and asked like chatting, "Do you know Zou Wenfeng?"

"My classmate." Zhang Liang thought for a while and added, "Because of fighting, he was almost dismissed last year."

"This guy is a gangster. How do you know him, brother?" Speaking of Zou Wenfeng, Zhang Liang had to mention Wang Qiang. "Wang Qiang is Zou Wenfeng's little follower. Speaking of them, there is a rumor in the school."

"At the end of last year, I beat up my boyfriend to cause intracranial hemorrhage for a girl, but this is just a legend, there is no evidence, and the school didn't punish me."

This information attracted the attention of Ming Yan and Xiao Congshuo. After exchanging glances, Ming Yan seemed to be suddenly interested, and asked: "Is there such a thing?"

When it came to the end, Zhang Liang couldn't help sighing: "That girl is also unlucky, she was favored by the hooligan, and her boyfriend was also affected."

From this point of view, the injured boy is most likely the murderer who cursed Wang Qiang to death.Ming Yan gave a look, Xiao Congshuo understood it, and continued to say: "I remember hearing the dean of the department say a girl named Zhang Qian, who should be at the same level as you."

"Coincidentally, she is Zou Wenfeng's girlfriend, and she also helped him when he made things difficult for his young couple." Zhang Liang seemed to realize something, and suddenly asked Xiao Congshuo, "Why do you always talk around those people today? "

"It's probably because Wang Qiang had an accident right in front of me, so I brought it up unconsciously." Xiao Congshuo hurriedly made up excuses, "Besides, I heard the names of these people in school before. Pass."

Zhang Liang nodded, and gave this group of oily bastards a definition: "Rampant and domineering."

On the way back, Ming Yan pondered and said: "Now it is basically certain that the people whose names are listed on the paper are all inseparable from Wang Qiang."

"To be more precise, it has nothing to do with the incident of beating a boy last year." Xiao Congshuo thought for a while, and then said, "Do you want me to probe into Zhang Liang's tone again?"

"Wait—" While speaking, Ming Yan's expression suddenly turned serious, and he pointed to the basketball court not far away, "Look over there."

On the basketball court, a group of young people were sweating, and one of them, Huang Mao, dunked with his back. The action was very exciting and won a lot of applause.

But Xiao Congshuo saw that there was a mist covering this man's head, similar to the dead Wang Qiang.

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it?" Xiao Congshuo looked at the man and muttered, "Could it be that he is Zou Wenfeng?"

"I think there are more coincidences."

Ming Yan saw that a girl hurried to Huang Mao's side, and said something with a mournful face.Huang Mao dropped the basketball in shock and followed the girl out of the basketball court.

The girl's head was also shrouded in mist.

"Follow up and have a look." While speaking, Ming Yan dragged Xiao Congshuo to follow the young couple.

"Wenfeng, at noon, Wang Qiang committed suicide by jumping off the building." The girl grabbed her boyfriend's arm, looking terrified.

"What nonsense?" Zou Wenfeng lit a cigarette, thinking she was joking, "I came out of the dormitory in the afternoon, and he even handed me a basketball."

"Don't scare me..." Obviously, Zhang Qian was startled by his words, and hurriedly stepped back for fear of provoking evil spirits, "The whole building knew about his suicide in Building 2, how could it be possible? And ran to Building 8 to give you a basketball?"

Zou Wenfeng still didn't believe it: "You think I was scared too much?"

Seeing that he still didn't believe it, Zhang Qian called her classmate and asked others to confirm what she said was true.Zou Wenfeng's face was full of disdain at first, then he was dumbfounded, and finally his expression became stiff, his face was as white as paper.

Zou Wenfeng was stunned by the fright, and he didn't come back to his senses until the sparks on the cigarette burned to his fingertips: "How could it be..."

Zhang Qian snatched the cigarette between her boyfriend's fingers and took a deep puff: "He picked it up in Building 2, could it be at the window of 604?"

"Don't scare yourself." Zou Wenfeng was also in a mess, but he tried his best to comfort himself, "It was Wang Qiang who pushed him downstairs, not us."

"But—" the girl said fearfully, "let's go to 604 and burn some yellow paper."

"The person is not dead, why burn paper?" Zou Wenfeng stamped out the cigarette butts on the ground, turned and left.

Ming Yan bumped into him by chance, Zou Wenfeng glared at him viciously: "Don't you have eyes?"

"Burning paper is useless." Ming Yan sneered at him, and didn't try to hide that he had heard their conversation just now, "It's not the ghosts that haunt you."

"Crazy." Zou Wenfeng pushed Ming Yan away, cursed and left.

Zhang Qian who was following behind him slowed down, hesitated again and again, and finally came back to Ming Yan: "What do you mean by what you just said?"

Ming Yan looked at him, and explained every word clearly: "It's not the grieving ghost that haunts you, but a curse."

"Curse? What curse?" No matter who was causing the trouble, it was enough to scare Zhang Qian out of her courage.

"Everything has a cause and an effect. What you are cursed is the result. The reason depends on what you have done." Ming Yan carefully observed Zhang Qian's expression, capturing the moment of panic.

She should have thought of the reason, but because of certain things, she dared not tell the truth.In the end, Zhang Qian chose to hide it, and replied hesitantly: "What can I do...don't talk nonsense."

Ming Yan was not surprised to get this answer.Xiao Congshuo walked over helplessly and left his phone number: "If you have something to do, you can call this number."

Zhang Qian crumpled the note into a ball and held it tightly in her hand: "Are you trying to cheat money? Why should I trust you?"

Xiao Congshuo looked at the hazy smoke above her head, it seemed that the color was darker than before, and he responded angrily: "Maybe you are lucky."

There is no point in arguing with her, Ming Yan stopped Xiao Congshuo and persuaded, "Forget it, let's go."

Just as Zhang Qian was about to throw away the ball of paper in her hand to vent her anger, suddenly another chill rose in her heart, she paused with her raised hand, hesitated for a long time, and chose to put it in her pocket.