1. Message

The phone was still flickering, An Cheng's eyes were glazed, and he rinsed his cheeks with cold water over and over again. I don't know how long it was, until his face stiffened to the point where he couldn't feel anything, he stopped and turned back to his room.

"What's wrong with me lately? I'm always suspicious. An Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hair vigorously with both hands, and the tiredness on his face seemed to never go away.

After a while, he lay on the bed, his eyes inadvertently swept over the still flickering mobile phone, and suddenly saw such a message: Help me, help me, help me!

"Smack!" he jerked up, slamming his phone to the ground with a loud noise.

His face looked a little hideous at this point. It was this message from someone who sent it that made him have nightmares and bad luck recently, and it made his personality more and more withdrawn, and in just a few days, he changed from a sunny boy to a madman who chattered all day long.

An Cheng was silent for a while, and finally sighed and picked up the phone.

Fortunately, there is a blanket on the ground, otherwise this mobile phone would have to be smashed by Ancheng.

So far, he has received fourteen "help me" messages. Each one was sent to him between three and four in the morning.

He deliberately went to the Internet to check what the difference was between this time period, and learned that from 3 to 4 o'clock in the morning, the world's yin and yang converged, and the yin qi was the most vigorous.

Combined with the fact that since he was pestered to receive the news, some strange things have always happened around An Cheng. For example, he always wakes up in the middle of the night and wants to go to the toilet, and after going to the toilet, he feels that someone is watching him, and for example, he dreams every night, and every dream is the same.

On a stormy night, thunder roared. In a deep mansion, it was pitch black, with white punkiness pasted on the door and windows, and a white sedan chair parked in the courtyard. There was no one in the sedan chair, and there was no one in the entire mansion, but in the house, there was a woman who had hanged herself. The woman wore a white wedding dress, which was stained with delicate blood, as if it had been specially painted, outlining the appearance of the flower one by one. The rope on which she hanged was red, and it tightly strangled the woman's neck, suffocating her to death.

The unmanned sedan chair, the empty mansion, the hanged woman, and the upside-down world of red and white all combine to create a terrifying nightmare for An Cheng.

The book says that a person dreams quickly forget, but An Cheng found that this dream became clearer and clearer in his mind. That feeling...... It was as if this dream was originally part of his memory.

"Knock, knock!" Someone knocking on the door, or the window?

Hearing the sound, An Cheng immediately became vigilant. Because he often encounters strange things, he has been very sensitive lately.

Moving his body carefully, An Cheng picked up the fruit knife on the table, quietly came to the door of the room, and looked out through the cat's eye.

Outside the door, there was a man wearing black clothes, a black mask, and a peaked cap, at this time there was only a door between him and An Cheng, and the man seemed to be looking at An Cheng from a cat's eye.

If it weren't for the cat's eye, he wouldn't be able to see the inside from the outside, otherwise An Cheng would have to be scared to death.

When he rented this house half a month ago, the landlord told him that there had been a homicide on this floor, and the murderer had never been arrested, and strange things often happened after that, and he hoped that An Cheng would reconsider. As a result, Ancheng didn't think so much about it at that time, and for the weird reason of this floor, the house price was very low, so Ancheng rented it directly.

His heart was in his throat, and he was afraid that this man in black was the murderer that the landlord said, and if that was the case, wouldn't he be neighboring with a murderer? Moreover, this murderer might kill him......

An Cheng took a deep breath and clenched the fruit knife in his hand. If the man outside the door really wanted to do something excessive, he would definitely stab him mercilessly.

The man patiently knocked on the door for a while, but An Cheng remained silent.

It was a long time before he left.

An Cheng in the room finally relieved his heart when he noticed the departure of the man in black, sat on the ground along the wall, covered his cheeks, and sighed sadly.

"What's wrong with you lately?" he looked at his hands in confusion, and he even felt that he was no longer the same version of himself.

It's a strange feeling, but it seems real. This made him smell danger, and his body instinct kept the string in his nerves tight, and he didn't dare to relax for half a minute.

Glancing at the clock in the living room, it was already exactly one o'clock in the morning.

He sat up straight and looked around, realizing that his phone had appeared at his feet at some point.

"I remember that I obviously didn't bring it out!" An Cheng remembers clearly, when he dropped the phone on the ground and picked it up and put it on the bed, but now......

An Cheng's hair stood on end, and he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his back. Someone is in their own home, taking advantage of their own inattention to bring their mobile phones...... Or rather, this mobile phone ran out by itself!

Either case is impractical and unscientific. Because An Cheng's nerves were always in a state of excitement, if someone was walking back and forth in the house, he would definitely notice something. But what if no one brings their phone?

Or rather...... Bring your phone out...... Not people!

"How, how is it possible?" An Cheng's face turned pale, his face full of disbelief.

Since he was a child, An Cheng has been very bold, which has a lot to do with his adherence to atheism and belief in science. So when there are strange things around him, or when he visits a haunted house, he is always the most calm one.

Because he knows that it is all fake. There is no need to be afraid of the fake, and it will not really keep pestering you, intimidating you, or even harming you.

But...... He panicked when some phenomena that science could not explain appeared in his life...... He seemed at a loss, he didn't know what to do, who to turn to, and who could help him.

No one believed him and thought what he said was nonsense.

When he first received a message like "help me", he didn't think it was true, thinking it was just someone else's prank, and he didn't care, but when the message kept appearing for several days, accompanied by the same dream all night, he realized the seriousness of the matter, so he found the mobile phone number of the police to help investigate the message to him.

But what shocked him was that the "help me" message didn't exist in his message record, as if it had never appeared.

He didn't know if it was deleted by the person who sent the message, and he didn't know who secretly moved his mobile phone, in order to make the police believe what he said, he didn't close his eyes for a day and a night, and waited until more than three o'clock in the morning, and when he received the message, he ran to the police station to finally let them see it.

It's just that after investigation, it was found that the mobile phone number that sent me a message didn't exist at all.

This...... It's like a ghost asking An Cheng for "help".

Because he believed in atheism, he did not feel afraid, but one day, when he found out that there was something that atheism could not explain, he was shaken, and a feeling called fear quietly spread in his heart.

The wooden door of the kitchen opened ......with a screeching, unpleasant sound. Obviously no one touched it, and the windows in the room were all tightly closed, how could this door open by itself?

An Cheng opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, and then, his pupils slowly dilated, staring at the red figure that appeared at the kitchen door.

"Help me, help me, help me!" a sharp voice came out, and she raised her head, allowing An Cheng to see the terrifying face.

The facial features have been completely distorted, and it is impossible to distinguish where the eyes are, where is the mouth and nose. The purple skin was terrifying, and it looked a bit like it had been suffocated. Her face looked as if it had been smashed with a hammer countless times, and it was badly sunken inward, and a large hole in her forehead was bubbling outward. stained her white garment red.

Fear, fright, and disbelief, the expression on An Cheng's face at this time was extremely rich.