Jie Ling Lu

Jiang Qiao who received the call was washing clothes at the time, so he picked up the phone with his elbow, turned on the speakerphone, put it on the table, and shouted to the person on the phone, "What's wrong? Master Chengda, the lonely mountain village wants to talk to my brother." Talk about poetry and songs to inscribe ideals in life?"

As a result, Jiang Qiao waited for a long time and there was no sound from the phone. He thought he hadn't pressed the button properly just now, so he pressed the speakerphone to mute. He looked at the phone with his head and saw that he had pressed it correctly , could not help muttering: "Could it be that this kid accidentally typed it?"

Jiang Qiao washed the foam off his hands with water, wiped it on his clothes, and then went to get the phone to hang up. As soon as he took the phone in his hand, he heard a slight sound inside. He leaned closer to his ear and carefully After listening to it, he heard the sound of someone eating, rustling and grinding teeth, he frowned and shouted into the phone: "Hey, Cheng Wenxing, did you deliberately trick me or did you really hit me?" wrong?"

He waited for a few seconds and found that there was still only the sound of chewing. Hearing that sound made the hairs on his body stand on end, which was very uncomfortable. He was about to hang up the phone immediately, when a miserable scream came through the phone. Coming over, the loud voice made Jiang Qiao take the phone away, slipped the phone and accidentally dropped it on the ground, he rubbed his ears hard, and his heart began to feel a little hairy.

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, you kid, are you okay? Tell me if you are still panting!"

After the shrill scream on the phone passed, there was a burst of babbling and crying like a singing opera. It sounded like a woman's voice, and then the crying got closer and closer. Jiang Qiao swallowed, feeling this The faint voice was exceptionally clear, and as the voice grew louder, it seemed as if someone was leaning on his shoulder and weeping at him, and then the crying suddenly turned into a weeping chuckle.

"I'm X!!!" Jiang Qiao cursed angrily, 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-old boy, was so frightened by this weird call that he turned on all the lights in the dormitory at night. He rubbed his arms and looked at the phone on the bed, hesitating, and decided to let it go. He thought that if it was Cheng Wenxing's prank, he would definitely hang up by himself if he was bored without anyone to respond. Even if it wasn't a prank, Cheng Wenxing would notice the strangeness of his phone soon.

Just when Jiang Qiao turned around and was about to go to the balcony, Cheng Wenxing's voice came from the mobile phone on the bed: "Jiang Qiao, is that you in Daqiao? Are you listening?"

Hearing Cheng Wenxing's voice, Jiang Qiao strode over to pick up the phone, opened his mouth to curse, but heard another messy voice on the phone, there were many footsteps, and some couldn't be heard What's the sound? Someone in the distance seems to be yelling, run or something.

"Wen Xing, what's going on with you, what happened to that voice just now?" Jiang Qiao asked impatiently.

But the phone became a sound of wind mixed with the sound of water again, and Cheng Wenxing's voice disappeared again. Jiang Qiao felt angry and thought that Cheng Wenxing must be making fun of him, and the voice came again on the other end of the phone, this time it was Cheng Wenxing's voice.

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

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

"Wenxing, what are you talking about? I didn't hear clearly, what happened? What happened?" Jiang Qiao asked eagerly on the phone.

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

Then everything was completely silent. Jiang Qiao looked at the phone screen and found that the phone had been hung up. He immediately dialed back and made several calls in a row. The call was connected, but no one answered it.

Jiang Qiao felt that something might have happened to Cheng Wenxing. With Cheng Wenxing's personality, he was not a prankster himself. He immediately ran out of the dormitory and asked if there were any phone numbers of the personnel in the archaeological operation team in other dormitories. Ask yourself that the teacher is about to call Professor Song, and the calls of these people are all unanswered without exception.

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

On the second day, he couldn't sit still anymore, so he 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 let him know that the archaeological team lost contact since last night, and has not been in touch until now. The initial judgment may be that they encountered special circumstances there.

Jiang Qiao heard that he told his teacher exactly what he had on the phone last night, but his teacher thought he was joking. The two argued several times, but neither side convinced them. His teacher told him not to talk anymore. Get over it, and kick him out of the office.

Jiang Qiao couldn't sit still after it was all like this. He started to search for relevant information on the Internet to seek an explanation. In this way, he retrieved the post Yang Queque posted on the school forum, and then embraced the dead horse as if it were a living horse. With the mentality of a doctor, I contacted Yang Queque.

That is, everything that happened before they sat here.

Yang Queque and Dong Yi listened intently, but Xun Youling and Ji Xinxi didn't speak for a long time. Jiang Qiao looked at the two of them and said with an unkind expression, "Do you also think I'm making up stories? Just know, how can someone like you be an expert in handling abnormal events!"

After all, Jiang Qiao got up and was about to leave when the waiter brought the dishes Xun Youling had ordered. Xun Youling waved and said, "We didn't say we don't believe you, but we just think that Cheng Wenxing has a big deal this time."

After the waiter put down all the dishes, he went out quietly. 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 went down into the pot. While observing the situation of the hairy belly in the pot, he replied: "According to what you said on the phone, it is indeed somewhat like the appearance of a spirit body. In this case, is the mobile phone you called that day with you now?"

Jiang Qiao picked up his mobile phone, and said suspiciously: "It's the one I'm using now, don't you want to call back? I advise you not to bother, I made almost a hundred calls. It’s all over, no one is answering.”

Xun Youling raised his chin to signal Yang Queque to bring her the phone, and he opened his mouth to bite off the hairy belly on the chopsticks, but he was scalded and his tongue was not willing to spit it out. He probably swallowed it after a few breaths. Ji Xinxi was speechless to her, so he pulled a tissue and pasted it on her mouth to help her cover the red oil on her mouth.

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

Yang Queque brought Jiang Qiao's cell phone over, 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 spirit body nearby that affected the communication, then this phone would probably be contaminated with some yin energy, but I don't know it's been a day Are there any leftovers?"

Jiang Qiao looked at Xun Youling suspiciously, not knowing what she was going to do, and said, "Don't act recklessly, you will have to pay for your phone if it breaks."

Xun Youling glanced at him sideways, rolled his eyes and said mockingly: "Are you begging for help? If you don't believe us, you can go to the police uncle. The door is over there, and we won't block it." on."

Ji Xinxi paused for a moment with the chopsticks he was holding the vegetables in. Looking at the dishes on the table, he wondered silently whether these dishes could be returned.

Jiang Qiao choked on Xun Youling's words, and couldn't think of a rebuttal, so he snorted coldly and stared at Xun Youling's next move.

Xun Youling threw the paper towel for wiping his mouth aside, and said to Ji Xinxi, "Help me order the fat cow."

Then, she changed to a seat without 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 upright in front of her, closing her eyes and whispering quickly .

Her voice was not loud, and the others couldn't hear what she was saying. They could only focus on watching the next development. He fished out the fat beef in the pot and put it in Xun Youling's bowl. After thinking about it, he put half of it into his own bowl.

Xun Youling maintained this posture for a while, but the phone still didn't respond. Jiang Qiao began to scoff, thinking that Xun Youling was just playing tricks on him, and was about to say something sarcastic, when he saw a light gray cloud suddenly popping up from the top of the phone. gas.

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

Everyone was startled, the fat cow on Ji Xinxi's chopsticks fell back into the bowl with a flick, she pursed her lips and looked at Xun Youling.

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

Xun Youling let go of his hands covering his ears, his face was a little ugly, he sat back in his previous seat, and said to Yang Queque: "The phone is useless, give it back to him."

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