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Chapter 62 This game can't be so simple, can it?

This team currently only has four people.

Dance teacher Changying, Qiuzi and two other students rehearse an upcoming mysterious performance in this huge dance studio.

And the performance needs to choose a protagonist.

Qiuzi was the teacher's favorite and most valued student, but she who was most likely to be the protagonist died in the dance practice room last night.

Xu Shuo opened the door of the bathroom and looked at the two girls talking in the lounge. At that moment, the system's notification sound came.

[Congratulations to the player who triggered the role task: Qiuzi. 】

Information that seems to be useful but also seems to be useless has increased.

The conditions for the first two triggers were items, such as Zhang Shou's mysterious box hidden under the bed, or Chen Chu's psychotropic medicine. I didn't expect it to be a character this time?
No wonder he searched the whole house last night without turning it on.

In an instant, the girl's memory flooded into his mind, flashing before his eyes like a flashing lantern, but he was not in a trance.

It was much better than when he received Zhang Shou's memory for the first time. I don't know if it was because of the mental power points added earlier. As for Chen Chu's memory, he received it in his sleep.

Xu Shuo withdrew his thoughts and looked at the two girls in front of him calmly.

One had a slightly surprised expression, and the other had a trace of fear in her surprise, and even her body trembled slightly.

The two girls are Xue Na and Lan Ruo, both students of Teacher Changying, and the three of them study ballet here together.

And Lan Ruo and Qiu Zi are more familiar, the two have been good friends since childhood.

Although I was ready to choose one of the three to solve the case, I didn't expect to have clues so soon. Now the mature deceased are all looking for the murderer by themselves.

So, Xu Shuo raised the corner of his mouth, showed a very gentle smile, and said faintly, "You guys are here~"

Xue Na quickly came to her senses, stepped forward worriedly and asked, "Qiuzi, you don't seem to be in good spirits, are you sick?"

What seemed to surprise her just now was only his state.

Xu Shuo couldn't help touching his face. He had already carefully put on makeup before going out, but everyone still said that he was not in good condition when they saw him. It was really shocking.

He raised his head, looked at the girl who came over to care with his deep and dark eyes, and then looked at the girl who was obviously guilty.

Lan Ruo also quickly adjusted her state, dodging her eyes uncomfortably, and said, "Qiu...Qiuzi, you came here so early today, why are you..."

Xu Shuo tilted his head and looked at her with wide eyes: "What's wrong?"

The girl's nervous body was trembling, and she mumbled not knowing what to say. At this moment, there was a voice of dissatisfaction outside——

"You haven't changed yet, don't waste time!"

Hearing this voice, Lan Ruo seemed to be rescued. She lowered her head, grabbed her dance clothes and rushed into the bathroom, quickly closed the door and locked it.

Xue Na was taken aback by her strange appearance, looked at the girl in front of her, and asked tentatively, "Qiuzi, did you quarrel?"

"No." Xu Shuo frowned, innocent like a naive little girl, and said, "I don't know what happened to her, I'll ask later."

After speaking, he walked out of the lounge with a normal expression, and after greeting Teacher Changying, he walked to the bar by the window, and started to warm up with leg presses as usual.

Although Lan Ruo is likely to be the one who killed Qiuzi last night, the system did not give a reminder that the task was completed. Maybe it needs to find evidence, or expose it face to face?

In fact, Xu Shuo has no intention of going reckless at the moment, because his current identity and body are, after all, dead.

And the people around him don't look so simple either.

If Lan Ruo was a murderer, then she would be too blatant, and you don't need to be scared, you can guess that she has a ghost in her heart almost just by seeing her face.

However, this game should not be so simple, right?

……

The girl in front of the window is in a very standard posture, and the white curtains reflect a looming shadow.

Opposite the dance studio.

Officer Zhang looked at it calmly for a while, then put down his binoculars, and looked sharply at another cowering man in the room.

This is a well-decorated apartment building room, the window faces the street, and it also faces the dance studio diagonally opposite.

There were three people in the room at this time.

A man hiding in a corner who dared not approach the window, cowering and frightened, a priest wearing a black gold robe with a sacred aura and a solemn face, and Police Officer Zhang.

"Peeping crime, do you know how long the sentence will be?" Officer Zhang sneered, crouching in front of the man and threatened.

"This... this is going to be sentenced?!" The man looked up in astonishment, and after reacting from his fear, he said anxiously: "I didn't do anything, and... and I also discovered a murder case! I can make up for it!"

"You are totally wrong. When I passed by yesterday, Qiuzi was not dead." Officer Zhang said with a blank expression.

"She is really dead!"

Hearing this, the man was even more anxious than knowing that he was sentenced, his face flushed, and he shouted with tearing eyes: "At 08:30, I saw her being strangled to death with my own eyes! But not long after, she... She got up again, just like this... being led to get up..."

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and he became more and more frightened as he spoke. He raised his hands tremblingly, tilted his body like a marionette, and imitated it with a distorted expression.

Officer Zhang narrowed his eyes and stepped back a little away from him.

The priest next to him stepped forward, patted the man on the shoulder kindly, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, the Almighty Lord has forgiven you, and He will give you salvation and save you from the revenge of the devil."

The priest's words seemed to be soothing, and the man quickly put away his weird movements, huddled into a ball again, and shivered in fear in the corner.

Officer Zhang frowned and looked at him, then turned his gaze out of the window again, staring at the window of the dance studio opposite.

Behind the white curtains, that petite and weak figure has already begun to dance tactfully, the gray shadow is looming, and the graceful figure is reflected on the curtain, with a sense of misty illusion, like an unreachable angel who has descended into the world.

No wonder this guy peeping at people every day is really pleasing to the eye, not to mention that the shadow is clearer at night.

I just don't know whether the current angels are humans or ghosts.

Officer Zhang murmured for a while, then turned to look at the priest, and after exchanging glances, they walked out the door together.

"He ran to my church last night and confessed everything. Given his state of mind at that time, it is likely to be true." The smile on the priest's face seemed vague, and he said in a gentle voice: "According to what he said, because he Witnessed the scene where the 'demon' harvested souls, so it came to him for revenge."

"He just saw the shadow projected on the window. What if it was just a misunderstanding caused by misalignment?" Officer Zhang said lightly.

But when she said this, she thought of the mark on the girl's neck yesterday. Although it was very faint, it was extremely conspicuous on the pale skin.

The priest looked at Officer Zhang meaningfully, and said, "You will come to investigate, which means that the police don't take this matter as a trivial matter."

Officer Zhang looked back, noncommittal.

……

Last night, a mysterious person reported to the police that a murder had occurred in the dance studio.

But when Officer Zhang arrived at the scene, there was neither the dead nor the murderer. The police station checked the surveillance cameras on the street that night, only to see a man in a black windbreaker running to a public phone booth.

Because the other party wrapped himself too tightly, the police failed to find out who called the police.

However, in the middle of the night, the church also called the police. This time, the cause and effect were sorted out without any effort.

The voyeur peeks through the window every day in the dance studio with binoculars.

Even after peeping for a long time, he also figured out Qiuzi's daily movements, knowing that she would go back to the dance studio to practice alone at seven o'clock in the evening.

This peeping behavior lasted for more than half a month until last night.

He saw Qiuzi stretching by the window as usual after dancing, but this time, another figure was reflected on the window.

A second person came to the dance studio?
Qiuzi seemed to have a conversation with the other party, then turned around and continued to stretch, with her back turned, she gave the murderer a chance.

The peeping man watched helplessly as the figure grabbed Qiuzi and wrestled her for a while, finally Qiuzi's head fell to the side, and the murderer quickly fled the scene!
Although he is a daring voyeur, he is actually a cowardly and wretched man.

After the murder scene was over, the terrified man collapsed on the ground and shook for a long time before he could react. He was out of his wits, frightened and worried, until he saw a shadow appearing on the window again.

The distorted shadow climbed up from the ground...

The lights in the dance room became dim, and countless black threads wrapped around the shadow, pulling it up like a marionette, and its graceful figure was distorted into a weird appearance.

Then, the shadow slowly turned his head.

Facing the window, his eyes seemed to look over.

The man couldn't bear it any longer, screamed in terror and crawled away from the window, then finally came to his senses, and hurried downstairs to ask the police for help.

During this intermittent time, he looked up at the window of the dance studio, but there was nothing there.

Originally, the light was on, and the bright dance room was completely dark, and even the shadows disappeared into the darkness, as if what he saw just now were hallucinations.

The peeping man hung up the phone in a daze.

He didn't know whether he had been a thief for a long time and saw this hallucination because of a guilty conscience, or whether he had already fallen into the demon's obsession.

The man returned to the apartment, huddled in a corner and shivering, he didn't dare to sleep, and he didn't dare to turn off the lights.

But even though the lights in the room were bright, he felt as if he was being watched by something weird, and time passed slowly, as if it was extremely sticky.

The day had not yet come, and the lights in the apartment were turned off at some point.

In the darkness, the man was startled awake. He didn't dare to stay any longer. He frantically ran out of the apartment and ran frantically to the most conspicuous church in the rainy night. It seemed that the only light was ahead.

At this time, only the gods can save him!

　I have a little more tonight, keep up the good work!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)