That night, Shi Nian thought about S's death and couldn't sleep.
In her mind, she filtered through the roommates of 507 one by one, wondering which one was more likely to be the murderer. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that each one had suspicious points. In the dim night, their faces were all soaked in shadows, grinning at her sinisterly, as if mocking her current helplessness.
The light flickered, and suddenly she saw Tang Yanqing wearing an ivory knit sweater, paired with denim pants, black-framed glasses perched on his nose, exuding an air of elegance, walking step by step across the boundary of darkness and light, and stopping in front of her.
A beam of light fell brightly on his face. He looked at her, smiling lightly: "With me here, don't be afraid of anything."
With his soft voice, those faces grinning sinisterly at her in the shadows disappeared one by one, like dust blown away by the wind, leaving no trace.
Shi Nian's body shuddered, and she woke up.
