Walking into the backstage, sitting safely in front of the mirror on the vertical table, pulled out the peacock tail hairpin, and let the long hair fall down, making the thin face more coquettish.She started to remove her makeup, wiped off the thick powder, and her fair face was peeled off bit by bit from the carmine, which was set off even paler by the black hair.Suddenly, she stretched her fingers into her hair and pulled out the hair pins one by one, and the long hair fell off bit by bit-this is the most popular hair extension nowadays.An Ran shook her head lightly, combed her short and refreshing hair, and finally revealed her elegant demeanor.

With a snap, An Ran turned her head to look, the violin erected by the wall of the door was touched by someone, and one of the strings broke inexplicably.An Ran walked over, and pinched the broken string from the broken part to the joint with the body of the piano, the pain spread on the fingertips, and upon closer inspection, there were faint bloodstains. "Things that can play such beautiful music can be stained with blood. If it's not my finger that gets cut but..." An Ran muttered to herself, then suddenly laughed, "If that's the case, I'd be relieved .” An Ran got up, packed her things, and left the dressing room.

In a secluded alley, a crooked figure smeared blood red on the stone wall.The silent sneer was covered by the night, and the ghostly figure slowly moved out of the alley and disappeared instantly.What remained unchanged was the thin and dense bloodstains in the throat without temperature. Tap, tap, fingertips jumping quickly on the keyboard, and the wireless mouse pressed the desk calendar full of sticky notes. Fortunately, today's date, September 8, 2010, was not covered.An Enter key was pressed, the woman's hands left the keyboard, and her body leaned back against the back of the chair.At this time, the light was very dim, and the blue fluorescent light from the computer screen vaguely illuminated the feminine figure of a woman.A male black shadow approached quietly from behind, and a big hand stretched out from nowhere, instantly wrapped around the woman's delicate neck——

A scream of Ah broke the silence of midnight.The light came on in an instant, and the woman turned her head, her long hair brushed her shoulders, showing soft but not weak, startled but not fearful eyes.It was a woman who was not pretty but beautiful. "My editor-in-chief, please don't scare me like this. I'm your cash cow." The woman quickly regained her composure, smiled slightly, and continued to pick up her pen. "You're either murdering or taking revenge every day. You have scared away readers a few times. Are you still afraid of me?" The editor-in-chief smiled and read her manuscript, "Another one was strangled to death?"

"That's right, I don't die, so can the book still sell?" The woman stood up and poured coffee, "Crime novels are originally niche works, if you don't like them, I can change them to other themes." "No, I'm afraid your fans will murder me." The editor-in-chief pretended to be panicked, "Those who read crime novels are all masters of crime." "Then I have become the best of the best?" The woman raised her eyebrows.Suddenly, she frowned, quickly returned to her seat, and started to turn off the computer. The editor-in-chief looked back strangely, then quickly pretended to scratch his scalp, and walked away knowingly.A greasy-faced man walked in from outside the glass door, wearing a white suit, deliberately opening the collar of the blue shirt inside, revealing a little fat, very disgusting. "It's so late, isn't the writer Meng Da coming home? I heard that your boyfriend is a barrister. If you keep working overtime like this, will he sue my magazine and say that I oppressed the employees?"

"Hmph," the woman sneered, "Boss, you have come to work overtime in person, how dare I say that I was squeezed?" The so-called boss smiled frivolously, "You will leave as soon as I come, Meng Die, do you really hate me so much?" "It's not that I hate it, it's just that I don't like it." The woman named Meng Die finished cleaning up the table expressionlessly, just like what was written in Xu Zhimo's poem, waved her sleeves lightly, and left.After entering the elevator, Meng Die made a call, "New Huiyao Hotel? I want to confirm the room reservation for tomorrow night, yes, yes, yes, thank you." Meng Die hung up the phone, with a ding dong, the elevator door opened up.

An Ran carried the violin on her back, crossed Luogu Street, turned west at an intersection, and entered a small road.She went straight along the path, and came across another intersection. The sign at the intersection read: Ping'an Lane.An Ran stood at the entrance of the alley, glanced slightly to the right, it was pitch black, and it was an impassable dead end.An Ran turned left, walked into a residential area, found Room 501 in Building 25, took out the key from her bag, opened the door and entered. The TV in the living room was still on, An Ran touched the hot TV casing, smiled indifferently, and sat on the sofa.She seemed tired, her eyes closed, her fingers gently rubbing her temples.Her heart seemed to be throbbing with certain emotions that could not be calmed down.

The news on TV is reporting a murder.In the camera, a dead body is crooked at the corner of a secluded alley. The deceased's eyeballs are protruding, and there is deep fear in the eyes. There are thin scars that are dark red and purple at the throat blocked by the chin.The news did not arouse much reaction from An Ran at first, until the announcer told the time and place of the murder, from 11:30 to 12:00 on September 9, 2010, at the south end of Ping’an Lane, An Ran suddenly sat up .The south end of Ping'an Lane is the dead end that you didn't turn into just now!An Ran looked at the clock hanging on the wall, it was 3 o'clock in the morning, 3 o'clock in the morning on September 10, 2010.