When Du Qianqian woke up, it was another morning. Du Qianqian found that she had fallen asleep in front of the typewriter again. Several new manuscripts appeared in the typewriter. Du Qianqian quickly picked them up and sorted them out page by page.

, start from the beginning.

It was discovered that the fifth deceased, the sixth deceased, and even the seventh and eighth deceased had different ways of death.

The fifth deceased did not specify the cause of death, but he hanged himself at home. The sixth deceased was a novelist who caused the death incident and framed others. In the end, his fingers were cut off by the framer and he was pushed to the age of seventeen.

building.

The deceased turned out to be Chen Lin, because the manuscript stated that the deceased had only three fingers left on each hand.

The seventh deceased was a woman who seduced her best friend's boyfriend and killed her best friend to create a scene of her best friend's suicide. The eighth deceased was a man who died innocently because he saw the spiritual enlightenment caster.

Who will be the seventh and eighth deceased? Du Qianqian doesn't know. She only remembers that day Chen Lin died and she wanted to find Xiao Ai and Ku Ju. Unexpectedly, Xiao Ai actually came to find her that night. At that time, she

While she was coding in front of the computer, Xiao Ai gave her a cup of foreign coffee that was said to be delicious. After drinking that cup of coffee, Du Qianqian fell unconscious and fell into a deep sleep.

Strange, how did he fall asleep? Who are the remaining seven or eight dead? Who are the spiritual enlighteners? Du Qianqian really couldn't figure it out, and she felt a little uncomfortable. She still wanted to sleep, so she decided not to think about it so much first.

Go back to the bedroom and have a good sleep.

But when she returned to the bedroom, she actually found a woman hanging from the roof of her house. A rope was hanging straight from the lamp, and the woman's eyes were looking straight at her.

That woman is herself.

At this time, the sound of typing came from the typewriter. Du Qianqian ignored the surprise in front of her and quickly ran to the computer, only to find that the keyboard was actually typing on its own.

"Welcome to join the ranks of spiritual enlighteners, Ms. Du Qianqian"

Du Qianqian's face instantly turned gray.

[The fourth part of "Death Manuscript" is too short, attach one:]

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funeral music

We can directly see the community from the window of our house.

I finally rested at home that day and wanted to have a good sleep without having to go to work, but I was woken up early because I felt the sound of sorrow and music all around me.

I looked out the window and saw that there was a family that seemed to be holding a funeral. They were beating drums and playing suonas, and carrying a sedan to carry away the coffin of the deceased.

I saw some black Volkswagen cars driving toward the avenue with the white sedan behind them, but the sad music of the suona still kept playing. The person who played the suona wore a big hood on his head and danced while playing.

I was tired of being annoyed by them, so I covered my head to prevent those sounds from rushing into my ears.

But I didn't expect that the more I suppressed my voice, the louder it seemed. When I got angry, I jumped up and simply stopped sleeping.

I yelled so loudly that I even called my mother.

My mother knocked on the door of my house: "Son, what are you doing?"

"Mom, it's too noisy outside. Someone died? There's a funeral so loud in the morning."

"There are no dead people? My mother paused, as if listening carefully, "It's silent!"

After my mother finished speaking, I listened carefully and found that there was really no sound at all.
Chapter completed!