Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

This realization made his hair stand on end: Since it is almost impossible to get through the phone here, why did he have such a clear call with the fourth child last time, without intermittent or harsh electrical noise?

If what Lao Si said is true and he didn't enter the mountain, it means that Lao Si is outside the mountain.

Except for the phone call from the fourth child, Ding Mu called Shanwai a hundred and eighty times, none of which was as clear as calling the fourth child. There were very few calls that could be made, and even if he did, he could hardly hear the other party's voice. , the only thing that enters the ear is the "rustling" current noise, and there is no connection time that is very long, long enough to chat easily.

The caller ID showed a mess of garbled codes, and it was hard to tell who was calling him. The garbled codes made his fingers tremble, and he stared at it for a while before resolutely hanging up.

No matter who it is, as long as you don't pick it up.

Ding Mu closed his eyes, feeling uneasy all the time. This phone call disturbed his mind and made his mind that could not concentrate even more chaotic. At a certain moment, he suddenly couldn't tell where this place was. He even began to have a feeling: he didn't seem to come in from outside the mountain, but from the beginning to the end, he has been a resident of the mountain, he has never left Yinshan, and he has never met Guan Yi and Cheng Suxiang. It's all his imagination.

How can there be such a perfect person in the world?

Ding Mu was in a daze. He was standing by the window with his mobile phone in his hand, not knowing what to do.

The call came in again, he lifted it up to look, and found that the caller ID was still a mess of characters.

He subconsciously connected.

"Hello?" Ding Mu was a little confused, he didn't know who would call him now.

"Dingcheng."

There was a strange voice on the other end of the phone, accompanied by the tiny noise made by the current, which seemed strange and vicious.

"Who?" Ding Mu was a little confused. He remembered that his name was Ding Mu, and Ding Cheng was his name in Yinshan Mountain—no, he was originally from Yinshan Mountain, so he didn't exist in Yinshan Mountain or outside Yinshan Mountain. His name is Ding Cheng.

Ding Mu... who is Ding Mu?Ding Mu may be another name he gave himself when he was bored, but his name is Ding Cheng.

That's right, his name is Ding Cheng.

"Ding Cheng." The voice over there called out his name again.

"What do you always ask me to do?" Ding Mu asked, "Who are you?"

"Ding Cheng." The man didn't answer, but just called the name repeatedly.

"Who are you?" Ding Mu grabbed the phone tightly. He didn't know who this person was, but this person gave him a very familiar feeling, like an old friend who had been with him for many years.

"Ding Cheng." The voice continued, as if it was a repeater, but Ding Mu could easily tell that the person opposite him was not a repeater, because every time this person called his name, the tone, pause and other details were different. It was like a person whose body was controlled by a repeater.

The four essences of human beings: pigeons, lemons, Wang Jingze, and repeaters.

"Ding Cheng." The man shouted again.

"Your father is here." Ding Mu was annoyed by the yelling, so he responded directly.

"Hehehehehehe..." The child's innocent laughter rang out, with cruelty and viciousness that did not know the world.

The laughter seemed to carry an ominous omen, which made Ding Mu's scalp tingle.

The laughter stopped, and Ding Mu heaved a sigh of relief, but then heard a cry coming from a corner of the room, sharp and thin, like a newborn kitten, as if being strangled by the neck.

The crying sound was extremely long, shrill and terrifying, and the sound dragged on, as if he was going to die in the next second.

As Ding Mu listened, his spine felt chills, his skin was about to explode, and suddenly he felt something was wrong.

What's wrong?Where is the problem?

Ding Mu took a step back subconsciously, folded his arms, and assumed a natural defensive posture, and suddenly realized something was wrong—the source of the crying seemed to be in this room!

This cognition almost shattered his courage to hold on.

Where did the crying come from? !

He froze in place, not daring to move, and the thin, childish cry sounded in his ears, as if he was about to cry, like a cassette radio, intermittent and sobbing, it was disturbing to hear.

He took a deep breath and took a tentative step forward.

It was true, he was one step closer to the sound source, and this subtle difference was infinitely magnified in his ears at this time, as if he could distinguish the position by hearing the sound, and could find out the crying child by the size of the sound.

"Ding Cheng." The voice sounded again, with a gloating smile, after calling Ding Mu's "name", he continued to speak, no longer shouting his name like a ghost, but sang a song with a strange tone Nursery rhyme: "Little bean sprouts, crooked, I've been at grandma's house for a week, and grandma is overjoyed when she sees her. My concubine turns her eyes when she sees her, don't look at her, my concubine, I'll leave as soon as the peas bloom."

After singing, the crying stopped abruptly.

Ding Mu stopped suddenly.

He took the phone from his ear, looked at the shiny tempered glass surface of the phone, stared at himself inside, suddenly felt a little strange.

He muttered to himself, and suddenly called out: "Er Dong Chen!"

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, as if they had fallen into another world.