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The next morning, when I returned to school, my desk mate was already there.
"Morning!" I greeted her enthusiastically.
"Morning," she responded, sipping her coffee. That's when I noticed her glass had changed - it used to be blue, but now it was white.
"Did you change your cup?" I asked casually.
"Yeah, the old one broke in the dorm last night," she shrugged, "so I bought a new one - it's the same as yours, hope you don't mind." She stuck out her tongue and placed her cup next to mine.
"Of course I don't mind," I said, looking at the two identical cups, "but they're not exactly the same, are they? The patterns are different."
The pure white cups are imprinted with patterns, mine is a little cat, hers is a rabbit, other than that, everything else is exactly the same. "Really." My classmate also noticed, picked up the two cups and compared them carefully, then put them down, "Well, a little difference is what makes a true 'couple cup'." She said, leaning closer to me, smiling mischievously. "Don't get so close, keep your distance." I, who had already gotten used to her jokes, pushed her away with a wry smile.
Throughout the whole day, my mood and state were excellent. I was very engaged and serious in every class, and I filled several pages with notes. Because Zhang Liang inexplicably disappeared, the police came around noon and asked some questions to both the teacher and us, which made everyone a little uneasy. However, they didn't notice the hill behind the teaching building, so they didn't find the body, and therefore completely failed to realize that they were dealing with a murder case, not a missing person case.
Overall, the day was very fulfilling, so my mood was quite pleasant—until I got home, until I opened the door, until I turned on the light, until I inadvertently looked down, until I saw the brown envelope on the floor...
"From heaven to hell in an instant"—I've read this kind of description many times in novels, but what does it really feel like? I think I experienced it firsthand at that moment. When I picked up that envelope, my hand trembled as if having a seizure.
This time, like the first time, it was a photo, but the content was different. This time, the photo showed me with a ferocious expression, strangling Zhang Liang.
How could this happen?
How... is there still a letter coming?
Could it be that I killed the wrong person? Zhang Liang is not the one who sent the letter to me?
Still, the previous one was indeed Zhang Liang, and now the one who sent the letter is someone else?
No, from the handwriting, the one who sent the letter tonight is undoubtedly the same person as the one who sent the letter before.
I lay on the floor of the room, motionless like a puppet with a broken neck.
Deep despair from the inside out tightly envelops my fragile body, leaving me with no courage to even stand up. Maybe I should just turn myself in, so I can be free. Otherwise, I might really collapse... I don't know why, but suddenly I thought of my desk mate - also my best friend. I really wish she was by my side right now, I want to cry on her shoulder, and I want her to comfort me while patting my back...
"......'...It's the same as yours, you don't mind, right?'......"
"......'...A little difference makes it a true 'couple's cup,' you know.'......"
Her words from this morning echoed in my mind.
"......Some differences......"
"......Different......"
In an instant, I widened my eyes.
I crawled up from the floor, stumbled to the desk, pulled open the drawer, and took out something. It was the ring that had been sent to me before. The moment I saw the ring, I took a sharp breath.
I rushed out of the room, out of the house, and onto the street as if I were crazy. It was still early, and the school gate had not been closed yet. I told the security guard uncle that I had "forgotten something" and, ignoring his obstruction, quickly ran towards the teaching building. Behind the teaching building, it was still as dark as a graveyard. I picked up a shovel - just brought down from upstairs - and began to dig without hesitation.
Not long after, the head of the corpse emerged. In that instant, I knew I was right...
I had been to bed with Xu Hong at least 10 times, and I clearly remember the gold ring he wore on his pinky finger, intricately engraved with beautiful patterns. However, the ring he sent me before was smooth and plain, despite being the same gold color!
The man buried in the ground now has the exact same face as Xu Hong, but—just like the pattern on his ring—I distinctly remember a large black mole on Xu Hong's chin. The night I killed him, that ugly mole was still vividly reflected in my retina. But this man has no mole on his chin!
This corpse, it's not Xu Hong, then...
In an instant, a chilling speculation arose in my mind—
I'm afraid I've been used by Xu Hong!
I said, why did he suddenly come to me that night, clearly it wasn't Saturday... Maybe I would have the urge to kill him, which was within his expectations - maybe the pen was deliberately placed within my reach by him, and then he deliberately acted aggressively to provoke my murderous intent, so that I would pick up the pen and stab him. Of course, I guess he must be wearing a Protect layer inside his clothes. He must have set up the camera long ago to record the process of me killing him, and the photo sent to me was probably taken from the video.
After I stabbed him, he pretended to fall down. At that moment, I suddenly felt my consciousness starting to blur - could it be that he secretly sprayed some anesthetic? Because if I didn't pass out, then he wouldn't be able to carry out the subsequent work. After that, he called this man - this man with murderous intent - to the classroom, and used the pen I stabbed him with to kill him, leaving the body on top of me, making me hold the murder weapon, and framing me for everything... I'm afraid he had already anticipated that I wouldn't dare to report to the police, because I didn't want the police to find out about my past experience in compensated dating...
However, why... At this moment, there was a slight "crunch" sound from behind - the sound of shoes stepping on sand. I immediately felt a chill down my spine, and my whole body tensed up. I turned around and sure enough, I saw Xu Hong with that venomous face.
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