After returning to the dormitory on the seventh floor in despair, Jiang Shengpei immediately took out the Death Notebook, pinched the black cover of the notebook with a ferocious face, gritted his teeth and said: "What's going on? Why didn't that woman die just now? Why?"
Jiang Shengpei opened the home page of Death's Notebook, hoping that the notebook could give him a reasonable explanation.
It's just a pity that apart from the two lines of blood words, no other content is displayed on the home page of the notebook.
"What's the use of trash? What's the use of you trash!" After Jiang Shengpei roared angrily, he slammed the Death Notebook to the ground and stepped on it a few times as if he still wasn't relieved!
Maybe Jiang Shengpei didn't realize that now he is more irritable and impulsive than before!
After venting his anger, Jiang Shengpei felt a pain in his back. He supported his waist with his right hand and slowly moved to the chair, turned on the lamp on the table, and panted slightly.
Jiang Shengpei had been looking at the Death Notebook on the ground. Now he had regained his composure after venting. He bent down and picked up the Death Notebook, then slowly opened it to the third page and stared at the two words written on the page.
"Han Mei"'s name, then turned back to the home page and looked at the bloody words on the first line.
After repeating this back and forth several times, Jiang Shengpei put down the Death Notebook, leaned back on the chair, shook his head and looked at the ceiling, his heart turbulent.
"The first line of blood words is for the person whose name is written, and the second line of blood words is for the holder, which is me. There should be no mismatch between the two."
"But why did it succeed after writing down the name the first two times, but failed the third time? Is there a usage limit? One person can only use it twice?" Jiang Shengpei's eyes lit up as he thought of this possibility.
But he quickly shook his head, feeling that there shouldn't be a limit on the number of times such a thing could occur. Just like that, Jiang Shengpei stared at the ceiling and unconsciously lost his mind.
"Or is there an implicit condition that I haven't fulfilled after writing my name?"
Suddenly, Jiang Shengpei stood up and leaned on the table again. He turned back to the second and third pages of the Death Note. Looking at the first and fourth pages, he had a vague guess at this moment!
"I know Hong Dachi, but I don't know Qiu Jun, but they all died within three minutes after I wrote their names. This proves that the information in the first line of the notebook written in blood is correct, and the names were written on it.
People do die."
"But when the third person Han Mei was written, there was no scene of Han Mei's death." Jiang Shengpei took out a piece of A4 paper from the drawer, quickly drew a big circle, and then drew one after another inside the big circle.
Three small circles intersecting each other, with three names written inside the small circles.
"I know the names of all three people. This is one thing in common. The difference is that one is a person I know, and the other two are unknown to me. But one of the two people I don't know is written by me.
The name after the name has the same effect on people I know.
Obviously, Death's Notebook is not judged based on whether I know this person or not, so is there any difference between Qiu Jun and Han Mei that I haven't discovered? Is it gender?"
Jiang Shengpei thought about it and realized that this was another difference. The previous two times he wrote about men, but the third time when he wrote about women, it didn't work. He couldn't help but think so.
Jiang Shengpei frowned, making the already dense wrinkles on his forehead even tighter.
"This is a kind of national quintessence. This thing is divided into men and women? No way!" Jiang Shengpei felt that his idea was just as unreliable as the number limit just now, but it was still a direction after all.
"Restrictions on times? Gender restrictions? Is there anything else?" Jiang Shengpei asked himself in his heart.
It's just that after thinking for a long time, Jiang Shengpei still didn't come to any valid conclusion, but it is obvious that after writing the name in the Death Notebook, there must be a condition to achieve the death effect.
Jiang Shengpei grabbed his hair in distress and said impatiently: "This is a kind of national quintessence. Can you, the devil, just reveal the conditions completely? Isn't it interesting to show half of it and hide it half?"
As soon as the words were spoken, Jiang Shengpei suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He thought of the most important difference between the three of them, and his eyes clearly showed uncontrollable excitement.
"By the way, that's right, I know Hong Dachi. Although I don't know Qiu Jun, I have seen his face. Only Han Mei is wearing a mask, although I saw her from her work badge.
But because I haven’t seen her face, even if I write her name, I can’t make her die. The face, yes, it’s the face!”
Jiang Shengpei almost wanted to praise his intelligence. This idea was much more reliable than the frequency limit and gender limit just now.
"So one of the explicit conditions for using the Death Notebook is the name, and the other implicit condition is to see the other person's face clearly." Jiang Shengpei clapped his hands and then leaned on the chair, "However, this fact has yet to be confirmed. The most effective
The verification method still depends on Han Mei!"
"The cafeteria doesn't close until half past eleven. There's still time, but there's no guarantee that that damn woman will get off work early. To be on the safe side, it's better to wait and wait."
When Jiang Shengpei thought about this, he got up and started to walk outside. But just as he started, he suddenly remembered the way those people in the cafeteria disliked him. He couldn't help but sniffed himself again, but his nose was obviously
I couldn't smell anything on my body.
Jiang Shengpei thought for a while and decided to take a shower first before going to the canteen.
A few minutes later, Jiang Shengpei changed into a new set of clothes after taking a shower. In order to avoid such trouble again, Jiang Shengpei sprayed some perfume on his body. After finishing, he picked up his notebook again, put on his school bag and headed towards the cafeteria.
Go.
On the other side, after Zhou Jin sent the girl who was eating with him back to the dormitory, he was slowly walking towards the dormitory with three packed dinners. As soon as he reached the stairs, he was greeted by a figure hurrying downstairs.
Hit the ground.
"This is a kind of national quintessence. You can't walk without eyes!" Zhou Jin shouted, covering his chest. The light bulb in the stairwell was broken. Zhou Jin couldn't see clearly who hit him.
The same words instantly made Jiang Shengpei furious, and brought his mind back to the night three days ago, but this time Jiang Shengpei did not write the other party's name angrily, because he had already seen him clearly through the moonlight.
Who is the person I bumped into just now?
Jiang Shengpei stretched out his hand to pull Zhou Jin up, and said hoarsely: "Sorry, Zhou Jin, I was in a hurry when I went downstairs just now, so I didn't see you! It's a bit urgent, let's go first!"
After saying this, without waiting for Zhou Jin to respond, he quickly turned away and ran outside.
After Zhou Jin turned around, he could only see a back figure. He felt that this figure seemed to be the same as he had seen it somewhere before, but the voice sounded like a man in his fifties, not like someone from their dormitory.
people.
Zhou Jin patted the dust on his body and muttered: "Are you nervous? It's weird." He checked that the packaging bag was not broken, but just spilled a little soup. It was not a big problem, and then Zhou Jin
Then he went upstairs.
Jiang Shengpei hurried to the cafeteria all the way, and then he caught a glimpse of the cafeteria aunt named Han Mei. She was still wearing the same work clothes just now, and she still had a mask on her face. Jiang Shengpei took a few breaths to calm down.
My own rapidly beating heart.
"It's weird. I've been out of breath after just running for so long. My body feels much worse than before. What's going on? I haven't stayed up late recently." Jiang Shengpei found that his physical fitness had dropped a lot.
.Although he is not a sports expert, his young body does not make him out of breath just after running for a short distance.
Naturally, no one could give Jiang Shengpei an answer to this question, so he simply stopped worrying about this question and just silently warned himself in his heart to take good care of his body.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. At this time, there were only a few people in the canteen. Under the urging of the uncles and aunts in the canteen, the remaining people hurriedly finished their midnight snacks.
Then it was normal cleaning and turning off the lights and closing the door.
I don't know whether to say that Jiang Shengpei's life is good or that Han Mei's life is bad. Tonight it happened to be Han Mei's turn to lock the door.
Jiang Shengpei, who had been squatting outside the canteen for two or three hours, felt happy when he saw Han Mei locking the canteen door: "Here we come!"
After Han Mei locked the door of the cafeteria, she took off the mask she had worn all day, fanned the wind with her hands, and walked out of the school gate while muttering: "Oh, it's finally over, the weather is terrible.
It’s so hot!”
Han Mei didn't notice that behind a tree directly in front of him, there was a pair of fierce eyes staring at her. When she took off her mask, the owner of the eyes was obviously very excited.
When Jiang Shengpei saw Han Mei's face, he was about to take out his notebook and write his name, but Jiang Shengpei suppressed his impulse in an instant because he thought that the previous two fatal accidents happened in the school.
It caused the school to close. If someone dies on campus again this time, it will definitely cause even greater panic.
"Jiang Shengpei, calm down and don't be anxious. You have already seen her face and know her name. Wait until she leaves school before taking action. There is plenty of time. Don't be anxious!"
In this way, Jiang Shengpei silently followed Han Mei out of the school gate. While waiting for the traffic light at the school gate, Jiang Shengpei finally took out his notebook and solemnly wrote Han Mei's name on it, thinking constantly in his mind.
Looking back at Han Mei's face, he put away his notebook and counted down silently while looking at the watch in his hand.
Three minutes flew by!
Then Jiang Shengpei saw panic on the road. A middle-aged woman in her forties fell on the zebra crossing, covering her chest and twitching continuously.
A sinister smile appeared on Jiang Shengpei's face, and then he returned to school without looking back.
The orange light dragged Jiang Shengpei's figure longer, and an extremely rich black energy instantly surrounded Jiang Shengpei's body. The lights on both sides of the road flashed and flashed, and the flowers, plants and trees on both sides seemed to be drained dry.
The essence quickly turns yellow and black.
The most shocking thing was that Jiang Shengpei, who had been laughing softly, bent his body in vain. His half-black and half-white hair instantly turned completely gray, and his skin became dry as if it had completely lost its moisture.
Yes, his face is full of wrinkles.
As Jiang Shengpei walked, things kept falling from his mouth. Then he looked in the moonlight and saw that they were teeth that had turned yellow.
He didn't know what happened to Jiang Shengpei. He just felt that his whole body was full of strength at this moment. He just wanted to go back to his dormitory and celebrate loudly.
Under the moonlight, an old man with gray hair and a stooped body was walking slowly, carrying a silver-gray backpack!