Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Ding Mu came home, packed his bag, closed the door, fell asleep on the bed.

I couldn't sleep well, and I kept dreaming about my grandma, she looked at him in surprise, shouting something, he exhausted all his strength, but only heard a few vague words: "Stay away... stay away... ..."

When he woke up, it was already dark outside.

He felt as if his head had been hit by someone, and it hurt "thump-thump".

After waking up, most of the wine was sober, recalling his dream, he couldn't help but frown——Why did grandma keep him away?

He scratched his head, unable to figure it out for a long time, he could only shake his head, trying to get those things out of his mind.

Ding Mu took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was already 06:30, but he was not very hungry.

With a habitual swipe of his finger, he clicked on the "Ten Nights Yinshan" app again. This time, the opening method was different from when he was in Yinshan. First, an opening animation appeared, and finally a tree slowly appeared. The silhouette of the tree, a long road spread out under the tree, leading to the bottom of the screen, as if it would jump out of the screen.

After turning it on, the homepage still has the same ratio, one blue and one red, which is different from Yinshanli. At this moment, it shows: "None: None"

There is a line of small words at the bottom: At this moment, it is detected that your location is not in Yinshan, please refresh and use after entering Yinshan.

Ding Mu felt that this app was very strange, and the timing and method of its appearance were very strange: it was a pop-up window that popped up when he first entered Yinshan, and it could not be deleted anyway, like a virus software.Its function is also very tasteless: it can only be an afterthought, and it is completely unpredictable.

What is the purpose of this software?

With the connection to the Internet, more and more content was refreshed on the software. He clicked on the forum and found that this was the real "Yinshan Discussion Post". It can only be a cover to lure people into Yinshan.

He clicked on a post titled "Look how many people we have cheated". The ID is falsely praised.The text of this post is just gloating, the general idea is: this post that we sent out on a whim to deceive the ignorant public has already been clicked more than [-] times, and some people even contacted our tour group. The [-]th small holiday has been greatly improved, thanks to the host, if it is not the host, how can the app earn money.

The comments below include praise and disapproval. Those who praise are gloating, while those who dislike think he is immoral.

Ding Mu looked at this post and felt trembling all over. He thought it was just an accident, that he followed the car into Yinshan due to bad luck, but he never expected that these people deliberately set a trap to lure them in. Led them to become nourishment for Yinshan.

He exited the app, long-pressed to delete, out of sight and out of sight.

No, this app cannot be deleted. It seems to be rooted in his phone. It cannot be squeezed out, nor can it be pulled out. It is deeply rooted in his phone.

He hurriedly saved some important contacts and important information, restored the phone to factory settings, and turned it on again.

One second, two seconds... nothing happened.

After finally deleting the software, he breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help feeling sad: the accident he thought was just a prank made by others when they were bored.

There were a total of 28 people in their tour group, [-] of them died, and [-] of them were in a coma. Only one of them woke up, but these people still made fun of it, and even tried to trick a few more people into it.

Such viciousness was almost unheard of for him.

"Ding-dong-"

Ding Mu clicked on the phone, and saw the pop-up window again: "Have you downloaded 'Ten Nights Yin Mountain', do you want to install it?"

His liver hurts with anger.

Helpless, he clicked "Yes" and looked at the progress bar scrolling above, he just felt powerless.

As if facing an irresistible fate.

He put down his mobile phone, buried his body in the soft bedding, tried not to think about other things, and fell asleep again just because of the sleepiness just now.

He came back this time with that cock-crowing eye spot on his body.

The stone was quite heavy, and it hurt my shoulders a little when I put it in the bag.

He was alone, stop and go, and came to grandma's grave.Yesterday Ding Xiancun said that he would come with him, but Yang Xia called him in the morning and said that Ding Xiancun drank too much yesterday, caught cold, was vomiting and diarrhea, and could not come with him.

He lit joss sticks, fire paper and paper ingots, knelt down in front of the grave, and kowtowed respectfully.

Tears flowed down almost without warning, drop by drop, dripping onto his clothes in clusters.

He looked at the burning fire paper and murmured softly: "Grandma, come and get the money..."

He reached into his bag, clutching the cock crowing eye spot, with some anticipation in his heart.

However, he waited for a minute, and another minute, but nothing happened.

Although he had expected it, he still sighed in disappointment. Sure enough, he couldn't pin his spirit on external things.

Ding Mu reached out to brush away the straw and floating dirt on the stone tablet, and suddenly found a line: There is a partition on the second floor of the bookcase, and the key is placed in the dowry.

He remembered that this line of writing was not there at the very beginning, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

This stone tablet is made of marble, as smooth as a mirror. If someone carved this line of writing as a prank, then it must be possible to feel something wrong, but that line of writing looks fake, and it is still smooth to the touch. No, not even a scratch.

He suppressed his emotions for the time being, burned the fire paper he brought, and after confirming that there were no sparks, he kowtowed twice at the tombstone and said, "Grandma, I'm leaving."

Carrying his bag, he walked home all the way, feeling very confused. He didn't know what the words meant, nor what he was about to know, but he was a little bit embarrassed and a little bit excited.