"Why are you running so fast?" Jiao Lei caught up from behind. He didn't expect that Mo Sifei would stop, and he couldn't stop and bumped into him.
Mo Sifei never expected that something like this would happen. He had no time to react. He was knocked down by Jiao Lei and rolled into the locker room in embarrassment.
"Don't get me wrong! It was just an accident! I didn't see anything!" Mo Sifei shouted with his eyes closed, for fear of being regarded as a hooligan.
"What are you doing with your eyes closed?" Jiao Lei's voice came from his ears.
Mo Sifei opened his eyes just a slit and saw Jiao Lei standing next to him calmly. It seemed that there was no one in the locker room. There were only backpacks and boxes piled everywhere, which seemed to contain the clothes of the drama club members.
"No one?" Mo Sifei stood up and made sure that he and Jiao Lei were the only two people in the empty room. He felt very strange in his heart, "How could there be no one? I clearly saw..."
"What did you see?" Jiao Lei walked around casually, but didn't find anything strange.
"Maybe I saw it wrong." Mo Sifei rubbed his temples, "What's wrong with me recently? I have amnesia and hallucinations. Maybe I should see a psychiatrist."
"Psychiatrist?" Jiao Lei smiled, "This is my dream in the future."
"Just you?" Mo Sifei looked Jiao Lei up and down. At first glance, he seemed to be very handsome, but his IQ was indeed worrisome. He resisted the urge to laugh and said, "Get out quickly. If someone finds us in the women's locker room, we won't be able to tell."
"This is not the women's locker room." Jiao Lei said.
"I clearly saw the sign for the women's locker room, could I even get this wrong?" Mo Sifei almost doubted his life.
"Oh, you read that right. Because someone said they saw a supernatural incident in the women's locker room yesterday, they temporarily changed it with the men's locker room. I have been busy with rehearsals recently, and no one thought to change the door numbers. Anyway, the drama club's Everyone knows it and can’t go wrong.”
Jiao Lei's explanation did not make Mo Sifei feel relieved. On the contrary, what the other party just said made him feel a chill down his spine.
"Supernatural event?" Mo Sifei almost smelled the faint smell of perfume again, and couldn't help but asked: "What kind of supernatural event?"
Jiao Lei frowned and recalled, "I can't quite explain it clearly. It seems to be about Liu Wenjing..."
At this moment, the door suddenly became very noisy, and girls screamed from time to time. Mo Sifei had an ominous feeling in his heart, and Jiao Lei's expression changed when he heard the screams. The two of them were about to rush out to see what was going on, but unexpectedly the door opened by itself, and a figure fell into the dressing room.
The person who came was thin and wearing a costume. Even with a big beard, it was difficult to hide his wretched appearance. It was Fang Qinwei who had had a conflict with Jiao Lei before. At this time, Fang Qinwei fell to the ground, his body twitching unnaturally, a pair of hands tightly grabbing his neck, and his entire face fell into a suffocating paleness.
"What's wrong with him?" Jiao Lei was so frightened by this scene that he stood frozen on the spot, not knowing what to do at all.
Mo Sifei also felt weird. Fang Qinwei seemed to want to strangle himself to death, and his expression was clearly struggling in pain, as if his body was being controlled by someone else. Although he didn't like Fang Qinwei, he was not willing to let an ordinary person die in front of his eyes. He immediately grabbed Fang Qinwei's arm and tried to open it. Mo Sifei felt as if the opponent's arm was made of iron. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it at all. Seeing Fang Qinwei's pupils gradually dilating and his body's struggle becoming smaller, Mo Sifei became very anxious and shouted to Jiao Lei, who was still standing there stupidly, "Help!"
Jiao Lei woke up from a dream and quickly stepped forward to grab Fang Qinwei's other arm. The strange thing was that even the combined strength of the two of them could not stop Fang Qinwei.
People from the drama club gradually gathered around. They were frightened by Fang Qinwei's abnormal situation, and no one dared to step forward. Mo Sifei noticed the surrounding situation and had a strange feeling that he was murdering Fang Qinwei with Jiao Lei.
In the end, the two were unable to prevent the tragedy from happening. Fang Qinwei finally stopped moving, his body gradually became colder, and his ugly face became even more unsightly because of the pain.
"How could this happen?" Mo Sifei sat on the ground panting, and then he realized that Fang Qinwei in front of him had turned into a corpse, and the cold feeling from before rose again behind him.
"He's dead!" Suddenly a sharp voice sounded from the crowd, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos.
Strangely, Mo Sifei was very calm at this time and slowly approached Fang Qinwei's body. He observed carefully, then suddenly stretched out his hand and easily pried Fang Qinwei's hands off his neck. A bright red palm print was seen on Fang Qinwei's neck, and even five fingers were clearly visible.
"What happened?" Lou Yuqing appeared again, and Mo Sifei realized that everyone had calmed down because of the woman's appearance.
Mo Sifei shrugged and said, "I only saw him fall into the locker room, grab his own neck with both hands, and strangle himself to death."
"Kill yourself, and strangle yourself?"
Not to mention Lou Yuqing, Mo Sifei himself found it incredible when he said this. However, Lou Yuqing seemed to trust his words and just asked: "Did you find anything else when you showed up in the locker room?"
Mo Sifei shook his head. He had no intention of telling Lou Yuqing about seeing the woman in the white dress. He just said, "This matter is too strange. It's best to ask who witnessed the cause of the incident."
Lou Yuqing turned to everyone, only took a look around, and suddenly said: "Tong Xiao, you are usually closest to Fang Qinwei. Did you notice anything unusual before his death?"
The man named Tong Xiao was also a short man, with a pigtail. His face was as vulgar as Fang Qinwei's, but he was ugly in different ways. Mo Sifei couldn't help but feel that birds of a feather flock together and people flock together.
Tong Xiaowei cowered, as if he had not recovered from the shock, but when Lou Yuqing shouted again, he finally spoke in a trembling voice: "I was chatting with Fang Qinwei before, and his face suddenly became very scary. , shouted a few words, 'I'm sorry, let me go!' Then he grabbed his neck with both hands, and stumbled into the locker room as if he was drunk. They all saw what happened next. "
"Why did he die suddenly? What is the meaning of Fang Qinwei's behavior before his death?" Mo Sifei frowned deeply, but the many clues were so confusing that he could not figure out any clue.
Due to Fang Qinwei's death, the drama club's performance was canceled. Mo Sifei and Jiao Lei stayed backstage, watching everyone leave with their things.
"Isn't it right?" Mo Sifei suddenly whispered.
"What's wrong?" Jiao Lei asked.