I have a date with the devil

Chapter 29

That night, Ye Miao didn't fall asleep until almost 3:00 a.m. The next day, at 7:00 a.m., she was awakened by the sunlight coming in from outside the curtains that had never been tightened.

Thinking about what she saw in the bathroom yesterday, Ye Miao didn't have the urge to stay in bed. First, she told the landlord that the light in her room's bathroom was broken.

Knowing that M people are notorious for their procrastination and that the whole country is lazy and slow, Ye Miao clearly expressed her desire to "hope to solve the problem before evening. After hanging up the phone, she sighed faintly. Hopefully it will work out, after all, she no longer has the courage to step into the public bathroom downstairs.

Besides that, she had to go shopping for ingredients today. The kitchen on the first floor is equipped with a refrigerator, in which each food will be labeled with the name of the owner, in case you take the wrong one.

After a simple wash, Ye Miao put on a light make-up, a knee-length camel coat with black stockings, put the Transportation Guide that the agency gave her into her handbag, put on a black scarf and went out.

After walking along the riverside for a while, Ye Miao's mood improved and she took out her cell phone to take a picture of the scene and uploaded it to Weibo.

Her microblog was opened when she was in high school, and so far there are only a few dozen entries, of which there is not a single personal photo, basically the landscape and daily food and drink, the rest are retweets. The rest are retweets. Most of the people she interacts with are friends she knows in reality.

As soon as it was sent successfully, a lot of praise emerged, and several of them were unknown.

This is because Ye Miao was also considered a celebrity in their middle school. Back then, on the last day of their freshman military training, they were arranged by the murderous school leaders to take ID photos in order to make campus cards. In the hot summer, the flowers of the motherland were sweating and wilted, and the small beauties and handsome boys who were usually still considered signs were photographed in an extraordinarily disastrous way, with their features blurred by the redness of their cheeks. Ye Miao is barely tanned, her hair is white and her eyes are curved. In the distribution of photos, a boy who was stunned secretly took a picture with his cell phone. The photo was unexpectedly spread among the freshmen, and then extended to the senior class.

The combination of being beautiful, having studied ballet, having a good family and studying well ...... on a girl is striking enough. After she went to university, there will still be schoolchildren and schoolgirls to find the "legendary sister" microblogging to, owl point like.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

After returning the comments of two students she knew with emojis, Ye Miao put away her phone and boarded a red bus that pulled into the station.

Spending the morning, Ye Miao shopped at the two most famous supermarkets in M, buying food such as eggs, frozen chicken wings, milk, noodles, and various seasonings. On the shelves she actually found curd and Lao Gan Ma!

Happiness is all about comparison. When carrying two heavy bags back to her apartment, Ye Miao realized how convenient it was to have a car to pick her up and drop her off. However, going out alone also allowed her to get to know this side of the road more quickly.

Back in the apartment, just after carrying the bags into the kitchen, she met two boys there, standing and sitting, who should be her neighbors. The standing boy was tall, looked about her age, wore a white sweater and had olive green eyes.

The apartment itself is not full, and now it's the beginning of the school season, he seems to be surprised by the arrival of new neighbors, smiling and greeting Ye Miao, told her his name is Kevin, living on the third floor, is a freshman at the University of A. Now there are six people living in this building, and two rooms are empty.

The guy sitting there has an East Asian face, with a single eye and a bit of greasy skin. He is an exchange student from Korea, called Shin Min Hang. He lives in 203, right across the hall from her.

Some foreigners would think that Chinese, Japanese and Koreans all look the same. Unlike Asians, there are always subtle differences to be seen. Ye Miao intuited that the other person was not a compatriot at the first sight of him, and it was as expected.

Shen Minxing took a sip of beer, his eyes lingered on her for a moment, and said with a smile, "Hello."

I don't know if it was intentional, but this guy looked at people as if he was staring into their flesh, slightly unrestrained and a little uncomfortable.

Kevin gives the impression of being much clearer. He also happens to be frying steak, not only helped Ye Miao set things up, but also enthusiastically taught her the use of the oven. Ye Miao's own lunch wasn't ready yet, but she also invited him to try the Sriracha as a thank you gift.

"Oh!" Kevin tasted it and was shocked: "My God, how delicious it is! This must be a food from God!"

Ye Miao: "......"

"Ye, tell me what's its name? I'm going to buy it later too!"

"It's a seasoning called 'The Godmother' in our country." Ye Miao finished explaining, looking at his face intoxicated, opened the lid of the curd as well: "This is curd, want to try it?"

Kevin tasted a bite and was amazed again, slipping out a string of overwhelming words.

This brother is probably the foodie among M people, this kind of personality is quite fun to get along with. When Ye Miao smiled and brought her lunch to the table, she found that Shen Minxing had finished eating and gone upstairs at some point.

When I was cooking just now, I felt a thorn in my back from time to time. Ye Miao is not afraid of the attention of others, but it is rare to see someone who brings her this feeling of "being offended".

Kevin noticed her looking at the stairway and wondered, "What's wrong?"

Ye Miao smiled: "Nothing, I was just wondering if we were just talking to ourselves and ignoring him."

Kevin shrugged his shoulders, "Shen always keeps to himself, he shouldn't mind."

Ye Miao's heart twitched: "Are you guys good friends?"

"We've only been together for a month, not very familiar, occasionally chatting. I remember he said he likes Japanese anime." Kevin said and looked at Ye Miao in a daze: "No wonder he was always looking at you just now, Ye, you look a lot like the girl in the comic he showed me! A China doll, I think he must have looked dumbfounded."

It was the first time someone commented on her like that, and Ye Miao was dumbfounded and didn't pick up the conversation.

A week later, the new semester at the University of A began. There were only thirty students in the class, and there were all kinds of faces, more girls than boys. Unluckily, Shen Minxing was also an exchange student in the math department. Ye Miao frowned and chose a seat far away from him.

When she opened her notebook, Ye Miao felt some emotions and recalled that when she was in high school, her relatives on her grandparents' side always told her that "boys should study science and girls should study arts". Only later did she realize that this was one of the manifestations of gender stereotypes.

Boys can do delicate and sensual work, and girls can write space programs and explore the sun, moon and stars. Ye Miao enjoys working with numbers and the process of breaking down messy and disorganized things step by step to find their organization. This is also the reason why she chose the mathematics department in college.

Since she's here, she should make good use of the resources here and not waste this year.

So, in addition to this major, Ye Miao also enrolled in a course that she was interested in on the school's official website - a minor in history and literature. The math department's classes are basically concentrated in the daytime, while the minor classes are held in the afternoon or evening, which can stagger the time.

In the blink of an eye, it was half a month. Ye Miao gradually got used to the life here. The teacher of the History and Literature minor was a chubby lady wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who liked to set topics for students and needed to consult a lot of information.

This evening, Ye Miao was in the library checking out the materials. Because of his concentration, he didn't realize that there were few people around until he heard the closing music, so he stood up to pack his books and scattered notes.

At this time, the cell phone in his jacket pocket suddenly "buzzed" and vibrated, especially obvious in the empty room, Ye Miao was startled, and when he looked at the caller ID, it was Wang Qi.

"Hello, Ye Miao, are you at school?"

"Hmm." Ye Miao tilted his head and put the phone between his ear and shoulder, while gathering things on the table: "I'm here, what's wrong?"

Who knew that Wang Qi's words immediately made her freeze: "Didn't you see the news tweet I forwarded to you? There was a murder just over there. The deceased was found in a grass pile only a few hundred meters from the teaching building of the University of A. ...... Only the upper half of the body, and ...... was cooked, the internal organs were emptied, and the blood was drained."

Ye Miao was stunned, and a chill suddenly surged up his back.

Wang Qi's voice was also a little scared: "Although it did not explicitly say where, but so close to A University, but also too scary. As soon as I saw the news, I remembered that you and I said you always come home from school after dark lately, I was a little worried and called. You'd better not get too late lately, go back early."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Miao walked out of the library while tapping on the link sent by Wang Qi and quickly browsed through it. There were no bloody pictures in the news, and the description was basically the same as what Wang Qi said. After exiting, she saw that a group of Chinese students had accumulated hundreds of unread messages, and now new messages, as well as various speculations and links to newsletters, were still popping up.

And it's no wonder. After all, such a vicious and brutal murder case has not been seen in St. Montanka for many years, and the murderer is still at large, so how could it not be a cause for alarm?

[It's too scary ...... can't really be the Chinese, right ......]

The actual people are not sure. The victim is a black-haired girl, so I guess it's Asian.

It is said that because of the cooked, the body is blood red blood red color, the face has been completely unrecognizable, there is no identification, it is estimated that only from the missing persons to start the search.

[So pathetic.]

I'm a 6'9" man now while watching you guys talk while shaking into a dog ......]

I hope to catch the perverted killer quickly, too horrible.

......

Ye Miao roughly browsed through, took a deep breath and turned off the screen. The white light faded at once.

Tonight went back a little late, waiting to get off the car, the sky has been completely dark, but also floating drizzle, can hardly see any pedestrians.

Ye Miao held up an umbrella, black boots heels knocked on the ground, issued a fast and slightly messy sound. Affected by that news, her mood at the moment is also a little uneasy, a little regretful that she stayed too late, just want to quickly return to the room and lock the door.

From the station to her apartment, she often crossed a small road where all sorts of garbage was deposited, not exactly sewage, but also a lot of cardboard boxes and metal barrels, and the dim streetlights were streaming a light on the ground.

Just about out of the intersection, she walked too fast, accidentally kicked a cardboard box, only to hear the "ch" sound, the worn cardboard box shifted.

It is behind the wet ground, actually placed on its back a pale hand.

Ye Miao's legs went weak, so scared that he almost threw his umbrella out.

A corpse?

This is also a corpse?