My cards are not straight

Chapter 79 Cell Phone
Wen Ning backed away with an unstable center of gravity, her eyebrows frowned.

The end of the story she told in the horror live broadcast room is actually——

Accompanied by three short, five long and one heavy knocks on the door, Wen Ning took out her mobile phone, turned on the front camera, aimed at the cat's eyes and pressed the camera button.

She looked at the empty scene in the mobile phone, and there were three short, five long and one heavy knocks on the door in her ears.

Wen Ning took out a yellow talisman and pasted it on the door, looking again, a headless corpse was standing in front of the door.

It holds its own head devoutly in both hands.

Wen Ning closed her eyes and her body was unable to slump down, tears fell, she supported the door panel and wept silently.

It was the old man's face.

Bleeding from the seven orifices, death will not rest in peace.

There were still knocks on the door three times, five long and one heavy, and the vibration of the door panel all reminded her that the old man was dead.

With white teeth biting her lips, Wen Ning raised her head and her eyes were firm again.

She made an extremely irrational movement, and opened the door by tearing off the yellow talisman that had just been pasted on.

If Wen Ning wanted to confirm whether it was the old man, he would first ask why he died before beating him; if he was not beating him, he would ask why.

The moment the door was opened, blood poured in like a tide, soaking her clothes.

There is no headless corpse outside the door.

The bright red encroached on her living quarters, and gradually ended at her neck. She struggled to swim upstream, and suddenly sank. Wen Ning turned her head and saw countless pairs of skeleton hands holding her ankles. She was shocked, and the smell of blood poured out of her mouth.

what happened!

Suffocation spreads all over the body, pain, despair!
In a daze, she saw a headless corpse holding its head above it.

It said: Wake up!
Wen Ning suddenly opened her eyes and gasped for breath.

The sweat on her forehead wet the tips of her hair, she propped her head up and looked at the familiar scenes around her.

Is it a dream?
Wen Ning got up to pour water, and there was a knock on the door.

Different from the exclusive Anhao in the dream, the knock on the door is rhythmic with a little haste.

She held the glass of water and opened the door to meet the police.

In the morgue, Wen Ning looked down at the corpse covered in white cloth.

In my ears, the police told Wen Goudan when she died and when her body was found. There was nothing around her that could prove her identity, so it took a lot of time to find her.

He died 3 years ago, in a mountain where no one cares.

Recalling the memory, she picked up the mobile phone in the courier box. It was an elderly phone with buttons. This style is no longer popular.

She thought that the old man's mobile phone had fallen into the mountains long ago and disappeared, but she did not expect that the mobile phone returned to her in the form of a courier after a year.

And the sender is Wen Goudan.

Wen Ning quickly picked up the jammed paper that had fallen on the floor to confirm whether it was written by Wen Goudan.

The cardboard was turned over, and the handwriting faded away.

Wen Ning smiled, gritted her teeth and squeezed out four words, "Very good, very good."

Her eyes flickered and her eyes fell on the elderly machine, she casually leaned on the sofa and turned it on.

The small LCD screen of the elderly machine flashed three times, and a scarlet smiling face appeared on the top of the screen.

[Ding Dong~ Dear retired player Wen Goudan, Smile Game APP will serve you wholeheartedly. 】

When the familiar electronic sound came, Wen Ning shook her little hand.

She subconsciously picked up her phone and compared the Smile Game App on her phone with Wen Goudan's phone.

The smiley face icons are all '', but the smiley face on Wen Ning's phone has a strong smell, 'the smile reveals the horror of "Mom selling batches".

And Wen Goudan's entire LCD screen is filled with 'evilness' to the point that it makes one's scalp tingle at first sight.

Wen Ning bit the bullet and pressed the down button on the old man's phone, but there was no movement on the page, but the screen went silent.

"Is there no electricity?"

Putting the phone on the coffee table, Wen Ning went to the room she had vacated specially for the old man, and searched for the charger that she had never lost.

The old-fashioned mobile phone is not like the current all-in-one machine. It is charged by removing the battery and placing it on the exclusive charger, and then plugging it into the socket.

The process is cumbersome and the mobile phone cannot be turned on normally without the battery.

Wen Ning solved the problem of charging her mobile phone, and sat alone on the sofa, meditating.

According to the conclusion of the Smile Research Institute, the old man should be an unregistered black household.

Before leaving, the old man said that he took a big order and never returned. In fact, he entered the smile game, but died tragically in the wilderness because of the failure of the dungeon game?

And when she, Wen Ning, got the news of the old man's death, she began to get in touch with customers gradually. After the customer order was amputated by the bald donkey, she moved to him and got on the dog leash of train D0617, and was resurrected by the smiling game.

Now she has received a courier from an unknown person in the form of Wen Goudan. The courier's mobile phone is Wen Goudan's mobile phone. When it is turned on, there is a smile game prompt sound, and it fails due to lack of battery.

So the question is, what is the purpose of this courier?What is the relationship with Smile Game?Why her?
After the phone was fully charged, Wen Ning turned it on again, but the phone still couldn't be turned on.

Wen Ning decided to find a professional.

She came to the Smile Research Institute in Wencheng, and was asking the lady at the front desk where the president of the analyst guild was, when a voice came from behind her.

"Who is looking for me again?"

Song Yi came to the front desk, saw that it was Wen Ning, and stretched out his hand with a smile.

"Miss Wen Ning, long time no see."

"Yes." Wen Ning shook hands politely, "It's been the last time since the last time we saw each other."

Song Yi was speechless and could only change the subject with an awkward laugh, "Haha, Miss Wen Ning, what do you want me to do?"

Wen Ning: "Of course I have something to do, let me take a step to speak."

Her serious expression infected Song Yi, and Song Yi, who was a little careless, immediately restrained himself.

After greeting the front desk, he took Wen Ning to the meeting room.

"Go ahead."

Wen Ning sat down and didn't tell Wen Goudan the first time. Instead, he asked, "People who fail the copy will die in reality, and you will keep their mobile phones. What about the black households?"

"If it's an unnatural death, the police can't solve it, and the country will send analysts from the Association to investigate."

Song Yi replied.

"Those who are determined to be copy players will recycle their phones."

After hearing this, Wen Ning didn't react much and continued to ask, "What is the purpose of recycling the phone?"

Song Yi asked back, "Why are you asking this?"

"doing what?"

Wen Ning smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I won't ask for no reason. If you don't tell me, then I'll ask another way. Will the game be inherited?"

Song Yi looked at Wen Ning with sharp eyes, "Why do you ask that?"

Wen Ning took out Wen Goudan's mobile phone from her bag and pushed it in front of Song Yi, "This is my master's mobile phone. It was sent to me last night. The sender wrote his name."

Song Yi finally looked at the phone and put it down, motioning for her to continue talking.

"But my master died three years ago."

Song Yi's pupils trembled.

"Don't be nervous, if there is anything to do, I sent it last night."

Listening to Wen Ning's flat tone, Song Yi rubbed his temples with complicated emotions, "You have found the wrong person for this matter, and it is not under the control of the Analysts Guild. But I will report to the higher authorities and arrange for the relevant departments to investigate and give you an explanation. "

Wen Ning's vermilion lips parted lightly: "No, it belongs to your jurisdiction."

Her dark pupils stared at Song Yi, "I turned it on last night, and Xiaowei's voice rang."

One sentence was like thunder on the ground, shaking Song Yi's heart.

(End of this chapter)