Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

"The sky, it's drizzling."

"The cold rain, floating on my face, is very cold."

"My mind has become a mess."

"Could it be that... she is really dead?"

"All I saw was a dead man?"

"She asked me to listen to the music outside the door, because she was afraid that I would see that she was actually a dead body?"

"I thought about these problems painfully, and walked quickly into the night."

"My destination is Duan Xiaoou's house."

"I want to ask her if she is really dead."

"In addition to fear, I feel great sadness in my heart now."

"Even if she is dead, she is still a ghost who is willing to sing to me. She is still kind!!"

"When I came to Duan Xiaoou's house, I took out a pen and paper and wrote a paragraph: Tell me, is that you, the girl who died unexpectedly in the bar?"

"The moment I was about to stuff the note into the crack of the door, I suddenly became frightened."

"I could hear her singing because she didn't want me to know she was dead."

"If she is really dead, will she disappear from my life when I know the truth?"

"Thinking of this, I began to hesitate."

"In the end, I put the note back in the backpack."

"I knocked."

"Like last time, the singing came very quickly, but the situation is a little different."

"I heard that her voice became a little dry and old, and it was no longer as round as before."

"Also, the sound of her playing the guitar becomes messy from time to time."

"After the singing, we still used notes to talk: Am I in a bad state today?"

"I replied: Your singing voice is still very beautiful."

"Duan Xiaoou: Don't lie to me, I feel it myself, and I made a lot of mistakes."

"During the communication, I never revealed the fact that she was dead."

"Because I know very well in my heart that we will never be together."

"But for me, this kind of communication inside and outside the door is enough."

"For this reason, I have even made up my mind to come and accompany her every night before she disappears!"

"But what I've always wondered about is..."

"Why is there a problem with her performance?"

"But where is the problem? I have never been able to figure it out."

"In the next few days."

"Her condition is getting worse, her voice is getting dry, and her playing is getting messier."

"Until this night."

"On the note she passed, there was a drop of dark red liquid inexplicably!"

"I sniffed lightly."

"There's a rancid smell on that liquid!"

"Cold sweat instantly covered my whole body!"

"My body began to tremble slightly."

"The whole person is as if his hair has been blown up, there is no difference."

"I don't even know how I got back to my dorm."

"After I came back, I sat at the desk for the first time, opened the notebook, and wrote on it with trembling hands: I have never understood the reason why Duan Xiaoou had problems playing and singing. Tonight, she accidentally dropped a drop of liquid on the paper. , the smell of liquid, the smell of rotting corpses. I understand, the person who commented under the news is not wrong at all.

Her body was indeed missing, and it was just behind that door!

It turned out that the one who kept singing for me was her corpse!

And now, her body has begun to rot!

Her throat and fingers are also rotten, so her playing and singing..."

"Closing the notebook, I burst into tears."

"Actually, I don't have many requests. I just hope that this kind of meeting between inside and outside the door, separated by yin and yang, can continue forever."

"But I overlooked an important fact - corpses will always rot!"

"When Duan Xiaoou's body rots to a certain extent and she can no longer sing beautiful songs, she will no longer stay in my life!"