It's broken, I'm playing a really weird development game

The sound of a metal door creaked in the quiet alley, and then an electric car drove into the open courtyard gate.

Wu Wen lit a cigarette and plugged the charger of the electric car into the socket under the seat.

"Chi chi chi?" The human skin tilted its head and poked its head out of the car, looked at the surrounding environment, then opened the curtain of the car and jumped down from the back seat.

Wu Wen ignored it and walked into the house by himself, picked up a small can of Coke on the table and took a sip.

Two floating figures also floated down from Wu Wen's body and floated to the sofa.

At a glance, the female corpse casually placed on the sofa was lying there in an indecent posture, with a white calf hanging beside it.

Wu Wen walked over, reached out and put the female corpse's calf back on the sofa, then turned and left the house.

He didn't like the smell of cigarettes, especially smoking indoors, so he smoked outdoors.

Today's weather is hot and humid. It's already September, and there is still more than a month away from autumn.

There are more dirty water and plants in the old city, so mosquitoes seem to be more than in the city, but these things didn't dare to enter Wu Wen's yard. I don't know if they can't be sucked blood or because of the shock of being a ghost.

"Creaky."

The old chair made a creaking sound as Wu Wen moved. He lay on the soft chair cushion with a comfortable look on his face, and then took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"Zhao Yaru was a student who died eight years ago. Logically, the girls in the dormitory should not have heard her voice. So since they could hear Zhao Yaru's voice, it proves that she must have kept some videos or audios."

How can people keep videos or audios in school? It's very simple, that is, to perform on stage at major events.

There are many activities in the university, such as the New Year's Eve party, the welcome party, and various club activities or extra credit activities.

So it is very normal for Zhao Yaru to perform on stage as a student of the Academy of Chinese Opera, and it is also very normal to keep the audio.

Then your search can start from here.

Wu Wen opened the browser and entered a few words.

'16 Puyu City University New Year's Eve performance. '

With the refresh of the page, a series of pages followed.

As Puyu City University is a top-notch university, the individual webpage is very beautifully made, but there is still no video about the 16th New Year's Eve performance, only some pictures.

But coincidentally, Wu Wen could tell the figure in the red cheongsam from the pictures at a glance.

"It's you." Wu Wen muttered to himself, looking at the overall photo and recalling the female ghost he had just seen.

Although this photo was a general photo of all the participants in the performance, there was only one woman wearing a cheongsam, and it happened to be a red cheongsam, so the probability that it was a female ghost rose sharply.

Wu Wen slightly enlarged the picture. The picture on the screen was slightly blurry, but the face was still consistent with the female ghost he had just seen, which undoubtedly increased his inner conviction.

To be honest, it was quite a coincidence. If he hadn't thought that New Year's Day was January 1st of the New Year, Zhao Yaru died in 2016, and he couldn't search too far back, he might not have seen this photo.

Zhao Yaru in the photo was wearing a red cheongsam with a graceful figure and delicate looks. She was also a top beauty, but the girl next to her wearing a fairy-like Hanfu was even more beautiful. Standing among this group of well-dressed handsome men and beautiful women, she also stood out from the crowd, overshadowing Zhao Yaru's brilliance.

As a man, Wu Wen felt that he paid more attention to the girl next to Zhao Yaru.

A wave of chills rose in his heart, forcing Wu Wen to divert his gaze.

"Bah! I, Wu Wen, hate this kind of woman who pretends to be elegant just because she has some looks. My Hong Yuan is the real original ancient fragrance!"

The chill in the heart slowly dissipated, and Wu Wen's life slowly returned.

"Huh!"

Wu Wen took a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He lay back on the recliner with a sense of loss, looking at the silent and dark courtyard with his eyes blankly, feeling that his fate was really lingering.

If he flirted with a female ghost, Hong Yuan might be jealous, but she would not be hostile. But as long as he was related to a living woman, even if he had only a little thought, Hong Yuan's emotions would fluctuate violently.

He felt

I will never be able to marry in this life...

As if she had sensed Wu Wen's bad mood, a cold and delicate body slowly condensed in the air and then fell into Wu Wen's arms.

The bloody spine held up a pale little head with a pretty face, quietly leaning on Wu Wen's shoulder.

A cool and faint fragrance from the delicate body in his arms entered Wu Wen's nostrils, which made him feel better immediately.

The night was dark, Wu Wen's mouth curled up, and he lay quietly on the recliner with Hong Yuan in his arms, feeling the gentleness of the night.

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Men must work hard, they can not work hard, but they must work hard.

Wu Wen yawned and then stood up from the coffin.

Strictly speaking, he did not get enough sleep during this period. Generally speaking, he only slept four or five hours a day at most, but for his current body, it was enough.

The mental fatigue can be relieved, which is a perfect rest.

"Ka!" Wu Wen picked up the Coke on the table, opened the lid and took a sip, then took out his mobile phone.

The mission officially started at 12 noon today. It's more than nine o'clock in the morning now, so there's no rush.

The outline of the mission is now in place, and the rest is to collect information.

This morning he is not going to Pu Yu City University, but is going to call the numbers he collected last night at home and talk about the information of the year.

Wu Wen lit a cigarette and then sat on the recliner at the door, and started dialing according to the photos he took last night.

"Well, first confirm whether the students of the 2008 class know about the so-called one person dying a year."

Wu Wen thought for a while, and then made up his mind.

The identity of the female ghost in Yun Bu Zhai Yue's dormitory has been confirmed, but the cause of the death case in the school cannot be placed on it. Because it is obvious that people started dying in the school before Zhao Yaru died, so the ghost in the school must not be the only one.

Wu Wen looked at the personal number on the phone and started to dial the contact number above.

"Beep..." The first call was answered after only a few seconds.

Then, a man's voice came from inside. It sounded like he was not young anymore, and he was indeed not young.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Hello, is this Ma Hao? Ma Hao, a graduate of Puyu City University in 2008?" Wu Wen thought about it and made his voice a little more serious.

He gave himself the identity when he was out, and he could have given himself the identity of a policeman so that these people could cooperate.

Hearing Wu Wen's words, the man on the other end of the phone was obviously confused.

"Hey, it's me, who are you?" The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously cautious.

"I'm from the Puyu City Police Department. I'm calling you this time to ask you about the death of a person at Puyu City University when you were in school. Please cooperate with our investigation." Wu Wen's voice was serious, but he had a sly smile on his face.

"Ah? Death problem? I don't know what death problem is, police comrade! Besides, I've graduated for sixteen years, how can I remember the situation back then?" Hearing the death problem, the man on the other end of the phone began to doubt.

"You don't need to describe too much, I'll ask you to answer!" Wu Wen spoke seriously again, putting psychological pressure on him.

Then, without waiting for the man to speak, he started asking directly, so as not to give him time to think.

"The first question, when you were in school, did you hear the rumor that one person would die every year in the opera major in Pu Yu City?"

This question confused the man and dispelled his doubts.

Because this question is really related to death, there is no economic fraud.

The man pondered for a while, as if he was recalling. After a few seconds, he spoke uncertainly: "Hiss, I don't seem to have heard of this rumor when I was in school! But now that you said it, I remember that it seems that one student died in our department every year, and one disappeared, but I don't know much about it, I was not in school much at that time."