Mysterious resurgence

Everyone else's eyes stayed on Yang Jian.

When they saw him dialing the number, the phone rang in the school. Everyone felt strange. Before asking, they saw him hastily hang up the phone with a frightened look on his face.

"Yang Jian, what? What's going on?"

Zhang Wei trembled all over when he saw Yang Jian being frightened like this; "Don't scare me, we are all counting on you. You are making me feel very unsure. Please smile, show that It gave me a knowing smile while watching the movie, which gave me a little confidence."

Yang Jian's calmness and leading everyone out of the ghost realm gave everyone the confidence to live.

His expression at this moment made everyone panic.

Yang Jian's expression was changing, and he looked particularly ugly. Before he could speak, Zhou Zheng's satellite positioning phone was suddenly dialed, and the ring tone of Didi, Didi sounded.

He glanced at it and his eyes suddenly shrank.

Caller ID on mobile phone: 138

It was the mobile phone number left by the King of Thunder and Lightning in the forum.

He called back.

"Sure enough, this is a trap, a very scary trap." Yang Jian gritted his teeth, unable to tell whether it was anger or fear.

Didi, didi.

The phone kept ringing, but he didn't choose to answer it.

Because he knew that the person who made this call could never be alive. God knows what would happen after the call was connected.

Fortunately, the phone's settings still worked and the ringtone didn't keep ringing.

There was no connection for a long time, and the call was hung up after a while.

And there were no more calls coming to his cell phone.

"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding"

"I love you, I love you, like a mouse loves rice."

"The cool moonlight makes me miss you like a river"

However, other students' cell phones rang one after another, and various cell phone ringtones echoed.

Everyone took out their mobile phones and saw that all caller IDs read 138.

"Yang, Yang Jian, look."

Wang Shanshan, Miao Xiaoshan, Zhao Lei and others showed him the caller ID number on their mobile phones, with fear in their eyes.

"Don't answer." Yang Jian said with a particularly solemn expression.

The others nodded, knowing in their hearts that this call was weird and they really shouldn't answer it.

Zhang Wei didn't have a mobile phone. He lent his mobile phone to Yang Jian before. At this moment, he looked at the screens of these people's mobile phones and trembled: "He, damn, they all have a caller ID. This 138 mobile phone is so awesome, in one breath Called a dozen numbers, it’s haunted.”

"This is not the 138 number. What I am showing is Teacher Wang's mobile phone number." A classmate named Qian Wanhao subconsciously answered the call.

"Qian Wanhao, are you crazy or out of your mind?" Zhao Lei next to him was so frightened that he almost shouted: "I told you not to answer the phone."

"Why are you nervous? This is Teacher Wang's phone number." Qian Wanhao said: "Maybe Teacher Wang is here to save us."

"Hang up now."

Yang Jian also narrowed his eyes and rushed over, trying to grab the phone and hang up the call.

Is this from Teacher Wang?

This is even more terrifying, because Teacher Wang was the first person to disappear into the ghost realm. Now that everyone else is dead, how can he still be alive?

really.

There was just a chirping sound from Qian Wanhao's cell phone, and Teacher Wang did not speak.

But then a voice sounded that frightened Yang Jian.

"Dong, dong dong." A knock on the door came from the other end of the phone.

The voice was exactly the same as outside the classroom before.

Heavy, depressing, and breathless.

Only then did Qian Wanhao realize the seriousness of the matter. His face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly threw away his phone with shaking hands.

The phone fell to the ground and the screen was shattered, but the call was still connected and did not hang up.

"Dong, dong dong." The strange knocking sound came from the receiver again.

"Dong, dong dong."

Yang Jian rushed over at this moment, picked up Qian Wanhao's mobile phone as quickly as possible and turned off the call.

"Qian Wanhao, you bastard, you can die if you want, don't kill us."

Zhao Lei grabbed his collar and yelled at him angrily, but the anger could not hide the fear in his eyes. Although he didn't know what would happen after the call was connected, he was sure that it would definitely not be a good thing. .

"Damn it, you are not afraid of enemies who are like gods, but you are afraid of teammates who are like pigs. This sentence is indeed true. At critical moments, there are always a few mentally retarded people who bravely stand up and risk their own lives. Not only do they want to kill You can also kill others, Qian Wanhao, you are so great, you damn moved me to the point of wanting to kill someone, I have taken so many classes on a voluntary basis for nine years and yet I am not as good as you."

Zhang Weidao: "Is the old man outside the classroom your biological grandfather before? If you love him so much, why don't you tell your grandfather and ask your grandfather to let us go?"

"I, I really didn't mean it. The name on it was clearly from the teacher. If it was someone else's call, I would definitely not answer it." Qian Wanhao said, crying like a child and wiping his tears.

"Just answer the teacher's call? The teacher told you to die, why don't you die?" Zhang Wei was so angry that he wanted to hit him.

"That's enough, calm down. Now is not the time to talk about this. I am also at fault for this matter. I should have warned you before." Yang Jian came over and said, "And can you survive a quarrel and internal strife? Don't even look at it. What's going on now?"

Everyone immediately fell silent.

"Yang Jian, what happened after you answered the phone just now?" Miao Xiaoshan asked nervously.

Yang Jian said: "What else can happen? Your grandfather Qian Wanhao will come to chat with us soon."

"What?"

Everyone opened their eyes wide, terrified.

Yes, the old man will definitely come here.

The knock on the phone has a very scary function, that is, it can attract the old man.

As for what the outcome will be, it's obvious.

and

Yang Jian squeezed the phone in his hand tightly, remembering the post of King Thunder and Lightning in that forum.

"Trap, the story in the entire forum is a trap. When the Thunder King was at home, he encountered the old man knocking on the door. Judging from the situation in the classroom before, someone was already dead when the old man knocked on the first door. And the Thunder King There are two doors in the house, the first is the main door and the second is the room door."

"That is to say, the King of Thunder and Lightning was alone at home. He was already dead when he got the first knock on the door. The stories on the forum that followed could not have been sent by him, and the mobile phone number and audio files left behind were not made by him. , and there is only one thing that can do such a thing.”

"Ghost~!"

Yang Jian took a few deep breaths.

That's right

The story at the beginning of the post is about the King of Thunder and Lightning, and he is a living person posting, but at the end he is dead, and the person who posts next is a ghost.

To prove this conjecture, he opened the forum story again and turned to the end.

really.

His guess was correct. There were many typos in the last few replies of the forum story, which were completely different from the previous posts by King Thunderbolt. In addition, there was a half-hour interval between posts.

This is a curse spread by an evil spirit.

Anyone who hears the knock on the door will be found by this old man.

In this way, everything that happened before can be verified.

"On the Internet, if you hear a knock on the phone on your mobile phone, you will be called by the elderly. It is like being marked with an invisible coordinate. In reality, if you hear a knock on the door, you will die immediately. But why did I open the audio file in the toilet before? The old man didn't show up?"

Yang Jian's face was sweating, and he was thinking.

Trying to figure out the pattern of this old man's actions and the method of killing people.

To survive.