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陈警官来不及思索，急急忙忙来到了李晏秋居住的地方。

一到现场，除了门口站着的一个人，现场再也没有其他人。而这个人就是这个案件中专门负责跟踪李晏秋的警察小刘。

此时的陈警官一脸疑惑，不懂为何派去跟踪李曼秋的小刘明明刚刚打电话给他说李晏秋已经死了，却还不立即封锁现场。

小刘站在门外直打哆嗦，两只眼睛瞪得大大的，像受到极大惊吓一般。

陈警官走到小刘的旁边，谨慎地往李晏秋的房门内望去。凭着门缝小小的空间，透过那些微弱的月光，足够让人隐约看出房间内的摆设。

李晏秋整个人坐在椅子上面，面对落地窗，背对着房门，一切看来都很正常。里头的摆设也无任何动过的样子，看来并无不妥。

那么刚刚的强烈不安是为何而来呢？

一念至此，他望了望一旁的小刘，又朝着房间内看了一眼，还是找不到问题所在，看来还是先问问小刘到底看到了什么，才会惊吓成这副模样。

但是陈警官刚一伸手接触到小刘的身体，小刘便整个人僵直地往后倒下去，将李晏秋的房门撞开。随着小刘身体的倒下，房间内刮起了一阵冷风……

那阵风掠过陈警官的身体时，他打了个冷颤。一张原本放在桌上的信纸飞了起来……

信纸随风轻盈地飘舞着，直到风止，那张信纸才飘落下来，凑巧贴到了小刘的脸上。

陈警官看到这个巧合的画面，心里头不免毛了起来。平常虽然听资深的警察说过这一类灵异事件，但没想到这回让他遇到了。

据那些资深警察说，那些突然出现的一些物品往往都是破案的关键。那么现在贴在小刘脸上的那张信纸，是李晏秋死后不甘心而留下的破案关键，还是小刘出事的关键线索呢？

陈警官深深吸了一口气，伸出抖个不停的手，捡起那张信纸看了半响，终于明白了。

一切都太过于匪夷所思了。

透过微弱的月光，他看到信纸上李晏秋所写的内容，里头简要地说明了今晚发生的一切——

午夜十一点半，诅咒将来临的那一刻。

还好我比十年前的李晏秋幸运。至少还有一个人将陪我共赴黄泉，黄泉路上我将不会寂寞。

那个人是倒霉的警察小刘。他被派来监视我的一举一动，却不知道其实他的一只脚已经踏进了死亡的诅咒。

终于快接近午夜了，我一个人静静地坐在椅子上，看着外头漆黑的街道，心里还是有所不舍，但是我又能如何呢？过不了几分钟，我就再也看不到美丽的人间了。我只能不舍地对着外头叹息。

钟声响起了，虽然还没有到午夜，但我知道时间到了。午夜十一点半，我死了！

但我还是一直看着外头，至死依然。

那位倒霉的警察则一直在对面的大楼里盯着我的一举一动，直到快十二点钟，他才发现不对劲儿——怎么会有人能够维持同一个动作坐在椅子上，就像个雕像般动也不动？

那位倒霉的警察发现不对劲儿后，赶紧跑来，用力撞开了我的门，成为了第一个看到我的死状的人。

他真是一位倒霉的警察。我死去之后，怨气还没完全散去，他的到来，等于间接地受到诅咒——他陪着我受到诅咒而死。

小刘的牺牲是祖先的安排，或许连陈警官都难逃一死，也或许一切都是百年前就安排好的。谁也无法违背命运，除了最后一个李晏秋。谁叫所有李氏一族在百年来的牺牲都是为了他？惟一有机会破除百年哀痛的李晏秋，是我们李氏一族最后的希望……

那封信写到这里，就停了下来，徒留了许多疑点。

暗夜过去了，一夜之间死了两个人。

办公大楼失火，将部分东日出版社吞没，李晏秋的最后一部作品《秋之谜》也随之烧毁。

由于那一场大火，东日出版社损失惨重，差点儿就一蹶不振。

隔日，警局中不少警察围着陈警官好奇地问着昨夜所发生的事情。陈警官也一五一十地说了出来，但是却没有说出昨夜所发现的异样是什么。直到一旁的警察提醒，陈警官才露出一丝苦笑：“雾，淡淡的雾气。问题是昨夜根本没有起雾，为何李晏秋的房间里头会有雾呢？这是我到现在一直想不通的。还是说，那个诅咒就是那团怪异的雾气呢？”

局里所有人听了都摇摇头。

陈警官还是不明白，李晏秋最后留的那封信到底是怎么意思？最后一个李晏秋又是谁呢？谁又是下一个李晏秋呢？他会是最后一个李晏秋吗？

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