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Looking at the two huge mud footprints on the floor of the living room, Wang Ba looked gloomy, but did not speak, but lowered his head and smoked one cigarette after another.

When he drew the fifth, his cell phone rang.

"Hey."

"Hello, starling, it's Chen Shi." A tense and dry voice came from the other end of the phone, accompanied by bursts of noise.

Wang Ba responded, and then the two of them fell into a weird silence.

After a while, Chen Shi swallowed his saliva, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, Xiaojiu...have you looked for you?"

Wang Ba's heart was shocked, and he keenly caught Chen Shi's words, his face was livid: "What is 'also', so you have also discovered—"

Having said this, Wang Ba stopped suddenly, his tongue seemed to be scalded, and the pain and fear that appeared for a moment prevented him from continuing.

"Footprints." Chen Shi said with difficulty, every word he uttered was crying, "41's foot, the big toe of the left foot is gone, I can see it clearly, so there is absolutely no mistake, such footprints except There will be no one else for Xiao Jiu! But Xiao Jiu is already... Myna, what the hell do you think is going on?!"

What's going on, I fucking want to know what's going on!

While cursing inwardly, Wang Ba couldn't help but glanced at the mud footprints on the ground again. Among them, the footprint of the left foot was indeed missing the big toe. The person whose toe was chopped off by the other party.

Not only he knew about this, but also Chen Shi, so they were afraid.

Because Feng Jiu is dead.

Five days ago, Feng Jiu suffered a heart attack while watching a football game at home, and fell flat on the table. His body was hard when he was found.The neighbor boldly turned him over, but let out a scream——Feng Jiu's face was covered with fluffy dark green mold, and the source of the mold was a plate of pickles under his face.

It's just one night, no matter how hot and humid the weather is, it's impossible for the pickles to become moldy like this.

The inexplicable growth of mold undoubtedly cast a layer of horror on Feng Jiu's death.

Feng Jiu's parents died early, and the remaining relatives simply cut off contact with him after he was imprisoned, and he had no friends in the village, so the funeral was handled extremely sloppily.Both Wang Ba and Chen Shi didn't know Feng Jiu had died until they received a call from Murakami the day before the funeral.

And died inexplicably.

Because they all knew that Feng Jiu was in good health, and it was a joke that he died of a myocardial infarction while watching football.

However, due to other reasons, the two of them didn't say anything, they just hurried back to attend Feng Jiu's funeral silently.

The village is remote and still retains the tradition of burial in the old days.Under the temporary shed, Feng Jiu was lying on his back in a thin coffin, covered with a white cloth, and a layer of ephedra paper money was scattered on the white cloth, some of which were already wet from the oozing corpse fluid.

A not strong but unignorable stench filled the air.

There was no morgue, and Feng Jiu was buried early the next morning.

No one wanted to approach him, so Wang Ba and Chen Shi, as Feng Jiu's only two friends, had no choice but to go up to tidy up his remains and seal the coffin.

There were seven nails in total, each of which was driven in by the two of them with their own hands.

The funeral was rather crude, with very few participants. Except for Wang Ba and Chen Shi, the expressions of the rest showed no trace of sadness at all.But this is not surprising, Feng Jiutian was born a bastard, he usually caused troubles in the village, and he was annoying when he was alive, but it would be a good thing to die.

Even Wang Ba and Chen Shi didn't feel too sad. To be friends with Feng Jiu, they are naturally not good people.

After the funeral, everyone went home, and then everything went wrong.

Feng Jiu is back.

His footprints appeared at home, first outside the door, then in the middle of the yard, and then in the living room, and every day was closer than before, but Wang Baming saw Feng Jiu dead with his own eyes, and the body was lying in the coffin, Buried under the soil, how could his footprints appear in his own home? !

"Could it be that some beast punished us? Lame Dog, Hu Xiazi, Sai Jinhua, Black Rubik's Cube, or that little turtle Chu Shiyi who sneaked back and used this to scare us? I heard from the villagers that Xiao Jiu died a few days ago. God, someone has seen him nearby." Chen Shi guessed wildly.

"Don't talk nonsense, the police have been watching, how dare Eleven run back. And even if it is him, is he crazy to joke with us?"

"Who could it be? Someone from that orphanage came back, that fat man! It must be him!"

Since the appearance of Feng Jiu's footprints, Chen Shi has been in a state of nervous tension. He is suspicious and anxious, so anxious that he can't sleep at all. As long as he closes his eyes, Feng Jiu's face will appear in front of him.

His face was blue and gray, and his eyes were cloudy and dissolved. He seemed to want to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a piece of highly rotten soft meat fell out of his mouth and hit Chen Shi's face. It was Feng Jiu's tongue.

"Shut up!" Wang Ba snapped, the cigarette caught between his fingers burned to the end unconsciously, he was burned, and hurriedly threw away his hand, "How many times have I told you that the orphanage caught fire accidentally? If we hadn’t called the police, how many people would have been burnt to death! And it was all so many years ago, who the hell still remembers this? Be smart when you speak.”

Chen Shi couldn't help but keep silent, only then did he think of something, and he didn't dare to say anything again.

But he turned around and began to cry.

"Brother, what do you say now, I'm too scared, really. I didn't dare to go home for the past two days, so I just moved to the guest house. I was fine yesterday. I thought it was over like this, but this morning I opened my eyes. I found that Xiao Jiu is following me again, and her footprints have already reached my bed!" Chen Shi broke down, and he almost cried out: "I called the manager to ask her to explain, but there was nothing in the surveillance, no one at all. Into my room, except for myself! Starling, please help me, give me an idea, I am really dying, why is this happening?!"

Why is it so.

Good question, he wanted to know too.

"Enough, don't cry, are you a fucking man?!" Wang Ba said coldly, "I don't know what's going on now, but you come here first, no matter what happens, the two of us are better than one good."

Two hours later, Wang Ba walked into a certain small restaurant and walked straight to Chen Shi who was full of panic.

"Brother!" Seeing the familiar figure, Chen Shi immediately stood up excitedly.

"When did you arrive?" Wang Ba sat across from him, picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup.

"Just arrived," Chen Shi said, and then he couldn't wait to ask, "Brother, what do you think about Xiao Jiu? I thought about it on the way here. With Xiaojiu's relationship, Xiaojiu can't and has no reason to harm us. So I guess it's because Xiaojiu's death is too sudden, some wish is gone, and you want us to help him fulfill it?"

"What wish?" Wang Ba asked back.

"Uh……"

"Even if what you said makes sense, what should we do? Xiaojiu has no relatives, and the whole family is not hungry when one person is full. Usually, the biggest regret is that he has no money. Can we still rob him of the bank?"

"But if Xiao Jiu is unwilling to have her toes chopped off and wants to seek revenge from Lord Bao, I heard the old man say that if the burial is not neat, the dead cannot be reborn..." Chen Shi muttered.

"You have a fucking fever. Is Master Bao someone we can offend? If you want revenge on Master Bao, why doesn't Xiao Jiu go by himself? If you expect us to fight against Master Bao, why don't you just let him take us away?" Forget it, let's die like this," Wang Ba sneered, seeing Chen Shi's expression becoming more and more frightened, he sighed secretly in his heart, and said in a slightly relaxed tone, "Besides, Lord Bao cut off Xiao Jiu's toes back then. Jiu also said that he admits to this matter, it is impossible to die once and then regret it, right?"

"Then, then I don't know." Chen Shi said with a sad face, "Brother, what should we do?"

"There is no way, it depends on whether you dare or not." Wang Badao.

Chen Shi immediately pulled himself together, approached him and asked, "What can I do?"

"We may not be able to investigate other things, but one thing can be confirmed." Wang Ba lowered his voice, "Go and see if Xiao Jiu is still lying under the ground."

Chen Shi's expression changed, "Ah? You mean we're going to dig up Xiao Jiu's grave..."

He made a digging motion.

"Why, are you afraid?" Wang Ba's voice turned cold, and he squinted at him, "That's fine, I myself..."

"Who said I was scared?!" Chen Shi suddenly said loudly, causing the customers at the nearby tables to turn their heads, and then quickly lowered his voice, "I'm not afraid. Although I'm not a good person, I've never done anything wrong to my brother. Even if he really turns into a ghost, he has no reason to come and harm me. Starling, I'll go with you!"

"That's right. It's impossible for Xiao Jiu to harm us. I'm afraid that someone will play tricks in Xiao Jiu's name, but as long as..."

Halfway through the conversation, Wang Ba's cell phone rang.

He took it out to have a look, and found that it was an unfamiliar number. Wang Ba gestured to Chen Shi to signal him not to speak.

blah blah blah blah...

Weak current noises sounded one after another, which seemed to be a bad signal.

A few seconds later, a masculine male voice resembling a broadcast voice appeared from the opposite side.

"Hello, is this Zhao Yiran? I have a question for you—what's the date today?"

Zhao Yiran was stunned for a moment, then instinctively replied: "May 5th... wait, who the hell are you?!"

The person on the other end of the phone was obviously more puzzled than Zhao Yiran. He said "Hey", "Is it May 2020, 5? Then what time is it?"

ill.

Really fucking sick.

The current telephone scams are all mentally handicapped routines!

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Guo Jie approached and asked in a low voice, "Brother Ran, who is this?"

……

"That, is it my eyesight?"

In the darkness, a simple and honest voice with obvious hesitation rang out.

"The screen suddenly flickered, and then the names of these characters changed. Originally, they were called Wang Ba, Feng Jiu, Chen Shi, and Chu Shiyi, right?"

"Well, now it's Zhao Yiran, Tang Lei, Guo Jie, and Kong Fan—all of them have really changed." The young voice said, the disbelief in his tone was like the bubbles in a shaken soda bottle, and all of them rushed up, " What's the situation? Did you use the computer?"

"It's not that I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" The simple and honest voice immediately denied Sanlian, and said nervously, "I didn't do anything, even turning the pages is under your control!"

"That's weird, because I didn't move either."

"It's really weird, and it's also scary woo woo woo."

"...Where is it scary?"

"You didn't move it and I didn't move it, but it still changed. What does this mean-it means there is a ghost! And the ghost is in this computer!"

"Then what is it trying to figure out? After reading the novel, you managed to memorize the names of the characters, and it suddenly changed all of them, leaving you with a confused face, so it's just looking for fun?"

"It's good or bad!!!" The simple and thick voice complained angrily.

"That's enough, please be normal." The young voice said helplessly, after thinking for a while, he said, "The problem should be the phone call. It was fine before, but when the phone rang, the bastard picked it up, and he became Zhao Zhao. Resolutely."

"That's right, Feng Jiu turned into Tang Lei, and Chen Shi turned into Guo Jie." The simple and honest voice added, "Good guy, even the surname has changed, it's really thorough. By the way, do you know these people?"

"Why do you ask that?" The young voice froze for a moment, and then said, "Do you suspect that someone entered this novel and replaced the original characters? It's possible, but I don't know any of these names."

"Not familiar, not a friend of a friend?"

"No. I've never heard of it." The young voice said firmly.

"Maybe I was thinking too much." The simple and honest voice sighed, "I don't know what the origin of this caller is, he is obviously the key point that caused everything."

"I don't know, let's look back." The young voice said.