The male god lives in the tower

As the bell rang, Nan Lesheng turned his head slowly, knowing that he could not escape.It seemed that if he didn't answer the phone call, he couldn't get rid of the female ghost's urging.Nan Lesheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked back and forth.

He quickly returned to the phone booth.This small phone booth is set up at the corner of the street, and there are street lights only five meters away.

Inside the phone booth, there were dim green lights, and together with the red phone, it gave people a strong visual impact.Through the pasty plastic board, you can see the tiny dirt inside.

Nan Lesheng walked over, opened the door, closed the door, and a secret room was formed.

The rustling wind outside completely disappeared, and the entire telephone booth seemed to be a vacuum, being swallowed deep into the ground. Nan Lesheng felt more and more ominous in his heart, so he picked up the microphone.

"Hi." He said calmly.

There was a slight electric sound at the other end, pattering, tingling, and pulling, like a forecast.

After waiting for a while, someone finally spoke over there.

"Sorry, because of the death of our staff, it will take some time to process the body. Please wait patiently. We will notify you of the progress at the same time tomorrow. During your waiting period, we will send idle staff to check with you, [-] minutes per hour will appear once."

"Wait..." Nan Lesheng didn't understand the other party's meaning at all, but the woman over there finished speaking by herself and hung up the phone by herself.

The woman who spoke seemed to be very busy, and her tone was polite, which was not what a ghost should feel at all.Nan Lesheng put down the phone, he felt incredible, just about to push open the door of the phone booth, he caught a glimpse of the waterproof watch on his wrist.

Seeing that the second hand is about to run to twenty minutes.

Nan Lesheng subconsciously let go of the doorknob, he stepped back, his eyes swept away, and instantly saw something five meters away, under the streetlight.

That is a wig.

It is reasonable to say that a wig would not attract attention, but Nan Lesheng not only noticed it, but also judged that it was a wig.

Because it formed a big lump, like a mountain of hair, the long hair was scattered around, or coiled into other hair, twisting slowly under the light.The huge mass of hair moved towards the phone booth where he was, very fast, and he was outside the phone booth in sight.

Nan Lesheng froze in the phone booth.

He had a premonition that if he opened the door and ran out, he might be chased to a corner by the hair, and then strangled to death.

He can't open the door.

The hair was wrapped around the phone booth, and Nan Lesheng held the doorknob hard, trying to resist the invasion of the hair.Fa Gui seemed to be groping for something, slowly climbed up, wrapped around the entire phone booth, and completely wrapped Nan Lesheng inside.The curtain wall was pitch black except for the green light overhead.

This must be the "leisure employee" mentioned on the phone.Nan Lesheng felt terrified, and sent his hair to confirm what?

After all, what service is this call trying to provide?He felt an outside force tugging at the door of the sentry box, and he put his shoulder against the entrance to seal the gap.The hair couldn't get in, so it clumps up and slapped the transparent wall of the sentry box.

Can't let it in.Beads of sweat were dripping from Nan Lesheng's forehead, and a blue vein was twitching. He gritted his teeth tightly, absolutely not letting it in.

The hair was still beating the sentry box.Boom, boom, boom, Nan Lesheng looked at the surging black hair, he felt that after a while, he would run out of strength.

You can't go on in such a stalemate with it. Since it came to confirm, there must be a way to make it leave.

"Hey! What are you here to confirm?" Nan Lesheng asked loudly.

The ghost outside heard this and stopped beating.The strands of hair surged slowly, as if they were pushing something out.Nan Lesheng stared at the direction where the hair moved, where the skin was exposed, and soon, a woman's face appeared on the transparent wall.

Although the woman's face was dead, her eyes were closed, her lips were gray, but she was pretty and pretty.Nan Lesheng was only a palm away from this face, and he could even see the bluish-gray pores on his face.

The woman closed her eyes and opened her mouth.The microphone in Nan Lesheng's hand suddenly fell off, and a mechanical female voice without any emotion came from it.

"I'm going to ask you three questions"

Nan Lesheng fixed his eyes on the woman's mouth, and found that the shape of her mouth was exactly the same as the voice in the receiver.

Life and death quiz!

It was impossible for Nan Lesheng to answer the questions casually.Although he is a ghost, it is impossible to answer questions that have no answers.Now helpless, he suddenly remembered his gift, so he secretly drove, wanting to see if today's skills can help him.

【Nan Lesheng had a dream.He dreamed that he went to a foreign country, because he couldn't understand the foreign language, so he could only guess when communicating with people.Every time he heard someone speak, he would make a gesture to ask if the other person's guess was correct. Fortunately, body language is universal, and he successfully bought what he wanted.Nan Lesheng's skill today is: I draw and you guess.With this skill, Nan Lesheng can use body language to ask questions, and the other party can only nod or shake his head. 】

Mountain and Sanxi.

"Ask!" Nan Lesheng wiped the sweat from his head, his hair wrapped up the phone booth, it was really hot.

"Did you hear it"

After a word, Nan Lesheng heard the first question clearly.

Nan Lesheng didn't answer, he was thinking about what body language he would use to ask questions.hear what?Hear the sound of ghosts?Heard the previous call?or something else?

He pointed at Fagui with his finger and asked if he heard her.Fa Gui closed his eyes tightly, paused for a while, and shook his head.

It seems that he did not hear her.

He pointed to the receiver again and asked if he heard the previous call.

Fagui shook his head again.

When he came here, the voices he heard were nothing more than these types.Ringtones, women's laughter, screams, customer service women's voices on the phone, and the question of ghosts.

So, Nan Lesheng tore off his own rubber band, pulled his long hair in front of his face, raised his orchid fingers, laughed, pinched his throat and screamed like a female ghost, and pointed at himself.

Fagui remained silent outside the transparent curtain wall.Nan Lesheng froze in place with his little finger raised.After waiting for more than ten seconds, Fa Guicai nodded slightly.

"I heard it!" Nan Lesheng answered her immediately.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the ghostly blue-gray complexion is even worse.The first question was answered by him, but the second question was not so easy to fool.

"How to prove that you are him"

After asking ghostly questions, his face returned to calm.Nan Lesheng frowned, it seemed that he needed to prove his identity.What kind of identity?Is it a tower climber?Is it the person who answered the phone?Or is it the object of the service of the ghost?Or did he want him to prove that he was Nan Lesheng?

You know, self-certification is the most difficult.

Who is he?

There must be this part of Nan Lesheng's multiple identities, but if he is asked to guess, he can only guess through correlation.If the ghost came to confirm the situation, it must be to confirm Nan Lesheng and the phone call.

To confirm the identity, that is to confirm Nan Lesheng's identity as the person who answered the phone.

He raised the microphone, imitated the tone of the customer service, and repeated the conversation at that time.After Nan Lesheng finished speaking, he looked at Fagui nervously.This time the ghost did not nod, it opened its mouth and said after a few seconds: "You are wrong"

Nan Lesheng's heart sank.

If I make a wrong answer once, what bad consequences will there be?

The ghostly hair invaded the inside along the gap of the phone booth.The transparent telephone booth looked like a moldy crystal steamed bun. Nan Lesheng stood in the center of the booth, holding the receiver tightly in his hand.The ghost didn't give him time to think, and immediately started the third question.

"Who is your recipient"

After Nan Lesheng heard it, several figures immediately appeared in his mind.The recipient must be someone he knows, so he made several actions, such as imitating Zhou Xie punching, Yi Zheng saluted, Li Lan smiled shyly, He Min put on makeup, and Liu Liu took pictures.

And his teacher, Yong Shanmian.

He didn't need to learn the movements of Yong Shanmian, because it was too difficult to learn.Yong Shanmian has thousands of gestures in his heart, reading a book at his desk, smiling at him, giving him lectures, instructing martial arts, pointing out mistakes, and giving him candy.

Yong Shanmian is just Yong Shanmian, not an individual who can interpret all the characteristics with a single movement.

Nan Lesheng thought about it, and took out a small photo from his waterproof notebook.It was the photo he rescued from the fire. He cut out Yong Shanmian and put it in the middle of the notebook.

No one else, then only him.He pasted the photo on the glass and put it in front of Fa Gui's eyes.I don't know if Fa Gui saw it or not, but his pale face leaned against the curtain wall again, his eyelids pressed against the plastic.

It nodded.Nan Lesheng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My addressee is Yong Shanmian. My teacher."

This time the answer was correct. Fa Gui opened his mouth, as if regretting it, and made a "giggle" sound, then wailed, and slowly retracted his hair.Its face was buried by the thick black hair again, and after a surge, the ghost let go of the phone booth and crawled away into the darkness.

When the ghostly figure disappeared completely, Nan Lesheng was exhausted and fell down in the phone booth. He sat on the ground, holding his heart and panting.

Terrible, he will face a life and death question and answer every hour after that.Damn, is there any way to make him pass the level smoothly?It is impossible to guess all the questions correctly only by body quiz. If he is unlucky, it will be cold.

This derivative skill does not work.

Nan Lesheng took out the sleeping pills he bought in the dry city from his bag.The medicine that Nan Lesheng took was obtained by searching around after he received the gift.

There are sleeping pills, there are less powerful tranquilizers, and there is melatonin.He first used steel pipes on the side of the road and medium-sized obstacles to close the door of the phone booth. He found a comfortable position and leaned against the door. After taking the medicine, he murmured the teacher's blessing in his heart, and then fell asleep with his eyes closed.

He needs to have more dreams.

Melatonin can make people dreamy. Nan Lesheng took seven pills, thinking that with so much, he would last for a while. Sure enough, he couldn't sleep well.Waking up once in the middle, he saw a few eyeballs sticking to the glass outside, rolled his eyes, thinking that the dream just now was not practical, so he fell asleep again.

When dreaming, he heard someone banging outside, but he didn't care. Subconsciously, he felt that he would not break through the phone booth (it was a key location and prop after all), so he continued to dream, and finally got a meaningful dream.

Nan Lesheng immediately opened his eyes the moment the dream ended, and activated the new skills brought to him by the dream.

[Wu Zang: Nan Lesheng had a dream of cosplaying.He brought his teacher into the courtroom, tied him up, and asked him little by little what information he knew, and he took the rope...]