Back home, Huang Qiao's heart couldn't calm down for a long time. She had heard too many legends about the song "Black Sunday". When she was in France, she heard many people mention it. It is said that it was in Hungary in 1933.
It was created in Paris on a rainy Sunday after two weeks of falling out of love.
Originally, he wanted to use this song to restore his relationship with his girlfriend, but his girlfriend committed suicide after listening to it, leaving only a piece of paper with the words "Black Sunday" on it.
Legend has it that this piece of music was written by the composer when he was in an extremely depressed mood, so it became a completely tragic song. Later, more than a hundred people in Europe who listened to this piece of music committed suicide, including the woman who investigated the case.
Police, later, this piece of music was banned and was sealed in a music conservatory in Ohio, USA.
There are many versions of the rumor, and most of them are based on people who have heard how they died. It is a very scary legend...
Huang Qiao glanced at the crystal calendar on the cabinet inadvertently with her eyes, and found that today happened to be Sunday. She couldn't help but tremble. Is there really any hint?
She got out of bed by accident, opened her notebook, and found that someone had sent a song to her mailbox, and this song coincidentally happened to be Black Sunday.
She didn't intend to listen, but as if her hands weren't listening to her, she tremblingly pressed the play button.
A woman's voice came from inside, almost wailing, and she told beautiful lyrics in English:
It’s hard to sleep on Black Sunday
I live in countless shadows
Little white flowers can't wake you up
Even a black hearse can't take you away
Angels have no intention of sending you back
If I want to leave you, will they be angry?
black sunday
Black Sunday spent in the shadows
My heart and I decided to end everything
Flowers and prayers will bring sorrow, I know
don't cry
Let them know I left with a smile
Death is not a dream
With this I caress you
The soul blesses you with its last breath
black sunday
Dreaming, it turns out I was just dreaming
When I wake up, I will find you sleeping deep in my heart, my beloved!
Honey I hope my dreams don't haunt you
My heart is telling you how much I longed for you
melancholy sunday
After hearing this, Huang Qiao suddenly smiled. She suddenly felt that she was no longer afraid, because she seemed to see a beam of light passing through the window. If a person dies, can he be truly free?
At some point, she had a pair of petite scissors in her hands. She stood dully in front of the window, and the weird music was still singing. Over and over again, she suddenly swiped the scissors across her fair left wrist, and then
What came next was a cold feeling, and a fishy-sweet smell filled the room...
And there was a satisfied smile on her lips...
She kept looking out the window and didn't notice a pair of eyes looking at her outside the door...
Ding Xun's mood was very complicated, including shock, joy, and guilt. After Huang Qiao died, she might have a chance to be Xiang Zichen's wife, but after all, Huang Qiao had been friends with her for so long, and she still had feelings for her from the bottom of her heart.
A trace of reluctance.
At this time, the phone in her pocket vibrated, and she immediately hurried back to her room. The caller was Jefferson.
"Jefferson, you did a great job. She... really cut her wrists and committed suicide according to your inner thoughts these days. But will we be discovered by doing this?"
"Okay, you must be careful not to let anyone know about this. I will give you every penny of the money, so don't worry." After hanging up the phone, Ding Xun still felt that his heart was beating very fast. Huang Qiao was really worried.