The truth? What happened three years ago, and what is hidden behind that complicated relationship? Will it really be the same as the booklet written by Yu Qiushui during his lifetime?
"The truth? Yizhe, what truth are you talking about?" Ling Moqi couldn't help asking.
"I don't know if I'm thinking right," Huang Yizhe frowned slightly and guessed: "Although I have never seen the school beauties who died in the piano room three years ago, I feel the laughter in the piano room.
She must be the one who talks to me, and she will not be wrong. I think her death does not seem to be simple."
"It's not that simple?" Ling Moqi couldn't help but think: "Can it be..."
Huang Yizhe was the first to express his doubts, "Xiao Qi, would you say that the school beauty have committed suicide at all?"
"You mean she was killed?" Ling Moqi said hurriedly.
Huang Yizhe nodded, although he was still a little uncertain, "Well, there is definitely this possibility, Xiaoqi, you should still remember the one that Yu Qiushui wrote in the black cover booklet during his lifetime, called 'Salvation'
The story is, the person in the redemption story, the prototype of Heshui Yu Qiushui is dead, the beautiful school beauties should be the ghost who made a strange laugh tonight, the piano prince who disappeared inexplicably? And the one who suddenly evaporated from the world
a rich and wealthy young man.”
Ling Moqi frowned slightly and said suspiciously: "Yizhe, are you saying that the school beauties might have been killed by one of them?"
"It's true that there is such a possibility," Huang Yizhe guessed: "If it weren't for this, she would be extremely angry when she wouldn't hear others telling stories about her suicide. If it weren't for this, they wouldn't have disappeared for no reason."
"That's right, but all of this is just our guess. Just like we have read Qiu Shui's black cover booklet, we don't know what kind of ghost story it is.
We don’t know whether what he wrote in that booklet is true or false." Ling Moqi felt that all this was far from as simple as imagined.
Huang Yizhe resolutely said: "Truth and falsehood may be only between the front line, and truth and lies are just a line between them. Maybe we can find all the truth three years ago. At that time, all the questions were
"You are going to find the truth tomorrow?" Looking at Huang Yizhe's back as he turned around, Ling Moqi said anxiously: "Let me go with you too, okay?"
"Are you really okay?" Huang Yizhe was still scared about what happened in the piano room. He didn't want his beloved to have anything to do.
Ling Moqi pursed the corner of his lips, "Yizhe, I'm fine, I'll let me accompany you. Besides, I'm not relieved if you go alone."
"Okay." Huang Yizhe nodded, but he just agreed, but he didn't agree in his heart.
"Tomorrow morning, remember to pick me up on time," Ling Moqi seemed to be able to understand Huang Yizhe's thoughts. She couldn't help but instruct: "Don't leave alone, otherwise, I would be very angry, even if it's enough
If you really leave me alone and go by myself, I will find a way to catch you."
"I understand, don't worry, I will come to pick you up on time tomorrow." Huang Yizhe said with certainty.