Xie Linglu

Jiang Qiao, who received the call at the time, was doing laundry, so he connected the phone with his elbow, turned on the speakerphone, and put it on the table, shouting at the phone, "What's wrong? Young Master Cheng, Lonely Mountain Village wants to talk to my brother. Talk about poetry and songs that give life ideals?"

As a result, Jiang Qiao waited for a long time and there was no sound on the phone. He thought it was because he didn't press it properly, so he pressed the speakerphone to mute. , couldn't help muttering: "Could it be that this kid accidentally typed it out?"

Jiang Qiao rinsed the foam on his hands with water, wiped it on his clothes, and then went to get the phone to hang up. As soon as he put the phone in his hand, he heard a subtle sound inside. He leaned closer to his ear and carefully After listening, he heard the sound of someone eating, and the rustling was accompanied by grinding teeth. He frowned and shouted into the phone: "Hey, Cheng Wenxing, are you kidding me on purpose or with real hands? wrong?"

He waited for a few seconds and found that it was the only sound of chewing. The sound made the hairs on his body stand up, which was very uncomfortable. He was about to hang up immediately, and a shrill scream came through the phone. When he came over, the loud voice asked Jiang Qiao to take the phone away, slipping the phone and accidentally falling to the ground. He rubbed his ears hard, and felt a little hairy in his heart.

But he also took care of a lot, picked up the phone again, and said in a slightly anxious tone: "What was the sound just now? Cheng Wenxing, your kid is okay, if you are still panting, give me a squeak!"

After the shrill screams on the phone passed, there was a burst of babbling, babbling-like crying. It sounded like a woman's voice, and then the crying got closer and closer, Jiang Qiao swallowed, and felt this. The voice was very clear and faint, and as the voice became louder, it was as if someone was leaning on his shoulder and crying at him, and then the cry suddenly turned into a whimpering chuckle.

"I X!!!" Jiang Qiao scolded, and threw the phone out at that time. Fortunately, the phone was thrown on the bed, but it didn't touch anything hard, and it was still on the call.

He, a 1.8 meter tall boy, was stunned by this strange phone call, and was so frightened that he turned on all the lights in the bedroom at night. He rubbed his arms and looked at the phone on the bed with some hesitation. Go, go do the laundry first, he thinks if this is Cheng Wenxing's prank, if no one reacts to it, he will definitely hang up on his own. Even if it's not a prank, it won't take long for Cheng Wenxing to notice the strangeness of his phone.

Just as Jiang Qiao turned around and planned to go to the balcony, Cheng Wenxing's voice came from the mobile phone on the bed: "Jiang Qiao, is the bridge you? Are you listening?"

Hearing Cheng Wenxing's voice, Jiang Qiao took a big step and picked up the phone. He was about to scold when he opened his mouth, but he heard another messy sound from the phone. There were a lot of footsteps, and some of them couldn't be heard. What is the sound, someone in the distance seems to be shouting and running.

"Wen Xing, what's the situation on your side, what's the matter with that voice just now?" Jiang Qiao asked patiently.

But the phone turned into a gust of wind mixed with the sound of water, and Cheng Wenxing's voice disappeared again. Jiang Qiao's heart aroused, thinking that Cheng Wenxing must be making fun of him, and the voice came from the other end of the phone, this time it was Cheng Wenxing's voice.

"Jiang Qiao, listen to me... test... this... something happened!..."

Cheng Wenxing's voice was intermittent, accompanied by the sound of zizi electric current.

"Wen Xing, what did you say? I didn't hear it clearly, something happened? What happened?" Jiang Qiao asked eagerly into the phone.

Suddenly all the voices on the phone disappeared, it was as quiet as if the phone had been hung up, this silent situation lasted for about a few seconds, the voice on the phone rang again, and Cheng Wenxing said hurriedly on the phone: " Here, there are ghosts!"

Then everything disappeared completely. Jiang Qiao glanced at the screen of his mobile phone and found that the phone was hung up. He immediately dialed back and made several calls in a row. The phone was connected, but no one answered.

Jiang Qiao felt that something really happened to Cheng Wenxing. With Cheng Wenxing's personality, he was not a person who likes to play pranks. He immediately ran out of the dormitory to ask if there were any phone numbers from the staff in the archaeological action team this time. I asked myself that my teacher wanted to call Professor Song. All of these people's calls were unanswered without exception.

He reported the matter to the school, and the school didn't take it seriously, just told him to go back to the dormitory and stay honest.

On the second day, he couldn't sit still anymore, and went to his teacher's office again. It happened that his teacher was also looking for him and asked him what Cheng Wenxing said to him on the phone last night. Under pressure, his teacher gave him a leak, saying that the archaeological team had lost contact since last night, and they have not been in contact until now. The preliminary judgment may be that they encountered a special situation there.

Hearing that, Jiang Qiao told his teacher about the phone call he had made last night. As a result, his teacher thought he was joking. The two argued several times, but neither side persuaded them. His teacher asked him to stop. Take care of it and kick him out of the office.

Jiang Qiao couldn't sit still after all this, he started to search for relevant information on the Internet for explanation, so he retrieved the post that Yang Que Que posted on the school forum, and then held a dead horse as a living horse With the mentality of the doctor, I contacted Yang Queque.

That is now all that happened before they sat here.

Yang Queque and Dong Yi listened attentively, but Xun Youling and Ji Xinxi did not speak for a long time, Jiang Qiao looked at the two of them like this, and said with a bad expression: "Do you also think that I am making up stories? You know, how could someone like you be an expert in handling abnormal events!"

After all, Jiang Qiao got up and was about to leave. It just so happened that the waiter brought Xun Youling's order to the table. Xun Youling waved his hand and said, "We didn't say we didn't believe you, but we just thought that Cheng Wenxing was a big deal this time."

After the waiter put down all the dishes, he went out silently. Jiang Qiao walked to the door of the box, closed the door again, sat back on the chair with a straight face, and asked, "Do you really believe me?"

Xun Youling took the hairy belly at hand and put it into the pot, while observing the situation of the hairy belly in the pot, she replied: "According to the situation you said on the phone, it is indeed a bit like the appearance of a spirit body. Is the cell phone you called that day with you now?"

Jiang Qiao picked up his mobile phone and said doubtfully, "It's the one I'm using now, don't you want to call back? I advise you not to bother, I've called almost a hundred times. Well, it's all unanswered."

Xun Youling raised her chin and motioned Yang Queque to bring her the phone. She opened her mouth and bit down on the hairy belly of the chopsticks. As a result, her tongue was burnt, but she was not willing to spit it out. Ji Xinxi was speechless to her. He pulled a tissue and put it on her mouth to help her cover up the red oil on her mouth.

Xun Youling didn't care, she pointed at the hairy belly and said, "It tastes good, try it."

Yang Queque took Jiang Qiao's cell phone, put it in Xun Youling's hand, and asked curiously, "Sister Youling, what are you doing with the senior's cell phone?"

"If Xiaoxing... When Cheng Wenxing called him, there was really a spiritual body nearby that affected the communication, then 80% of the phone could be contaminated with some yin, but I don't know it's been a day. Is there any residue left?"

Jiang Qiao looked at Xun Youling suspiciously. He didn't know what she was going to do. He said, "Don't mess around. If your phone is broken, you will have to pay for it."

Xun Youling glanced at him sideways, rolled her eyes and said mockingly, "Are you asking for help? If you don't believe us, you can go to the police uncle. The door is over there, and we won't stop you. write."

Ji Xinxi stretched out his chopsticks and paused for a while. Looking at the table full of dishes, he silently wondered if these dishes could be returned.

Jiang Qiao was choked by Xun Youling's words. He couldn't think of any rebuttals, so he could only snort coldly, staring at Xun Youling's next movements.

Xun Youling threw the tissue to wipe her mouth aside, and said to Ji Xinxi, "Help me put down the fat cow."

Then, she changed to a seat with no bowls and chopsticks in front of her, put Jiang Qiao's mobile phone flat in front of her, pressed the fingers of her left hand on the screen, and put her right hand in front of her, closed her eyes and muttered in a low voice quickly. .

Her voice was not loud, and other people couldn't hear what she was saying. They could only focus on the development of the next house. Only Ji Xinxi didn't care about the situation on Xun Youling's side, but put her in the pot. The fat cows were fished out and placed in Xun Youling's bowl. After thinking about it, he placed half of them in his own bowl.

Xun Youling maintained this attitude for a while, but the phone still did not respond, Jiang Qiao began to sneer, feeling that Xun Youling was just trying to fool him, and was about to make a sarcastic sentence when he saw a light gray suddenly appearing above the phone. gas.

The gas curled up into the air, and the steam from the hot pot avoided the gas as if consciously. Jiang Qiao opened his mouth and watched the sudden change, and before he could react, he heard a scream. There was a sudden sound in this box.

Everyone was startled. Ji Xinxi's fat cow fell back into the bowl with a flick of her chopsticks. She pursed her lips and looked towards Xun Youling.

This scream was very short, but it stopped in a second or two, and the gray gas rising from the phone disappeared with the sound.

Xun Youling released her hand covering her ears, her face was a little ugly, she sat back in her previous position, and said to Yang Queque, "The phone is useless, give it back to him."

Jiang Qiao over there excitedly slapped the table and stood up, and said excitedly, "That's the voice! That's the scream I heard on this phone last night, it's exactly the same!"