Jingle bells!

A heavy mobile phone ringtone suddenly interrupted all of Fang Ya's train of thought weirdly, making Fang Ya subconsciously glance at the screen. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, on the somewhat pale screen, there is a call notification. However, the object of the notification is not a number or name, but a few bloody glances.

- I'm looking for you!

Tick~!

This time, Fang Ya finally couldn't bear it anymore, she broke down a little, gave the phone with all her strength, and threw it to the ground.

Boom!

A deep voice. also hit Fang Ya at the moment when the mobile phone collided with the counteracting. However, the cold frame hit the ground, but it did not shatter as expected.

Instead.... A notification was connected.

It was still bursts of Peking opera, which came out of the mobile phone strangely, and vaguely, it seemed to be mixed with a mournful shout, which made Fang Ya's heart furious.

After all, what is the opera sound of Peking Opera? And what does it portend?

Speaking of which, although Fang Ya doesn't like this kind of traditional literature and art, she doesn't hate it. Even in Fang Ya's opinion, it is also a good choice to accompany the old man to see you once in a while.

However, at this moment, that strange voice made Fang Ya disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

Over there, the dilapidated old house was still vague, where the layers were unchanged, and nothing noteworthy had happened.

However, Fang Ya still has a chill in her heart, Peking Opera and this house are both sources of fear that can awaken her heart, and they are things that must never be touched.

Perhaps, there was indeed some clue hidden in it, but Fang Ya was more afraid to face it than to look for this ethereal hope.

Staggering, Fang Ya suddenly regretted a little, maybe he had been wandering around the yard like that at that time, maybe he would meet other people, and he wouldn't be like this.

Fang Ya's heart trembled, and in a thought, she finally decided. She fantasized in her heart, maybe.... It's still too late to escape back to the orphanage and tell the others about her findings.

In her opinion, this is the only way out for her to survive now!

However, before she could put it into action, at this time, a strange word came out of her mobile phone.

"One or two wooden people, three or four no one hurts, five six no one loves, seven eight ...."

Tick~!

There was a sudden and complete silence all around them, as if the whole world had stood still at this moment. Only the words just now kept circling in Fang Ya's ears.

"Seven Eight ....."

Fang Ya subconsciously muttered the last two words, seven or eight no one, what? She didn't think about it, and the question popped up from the bottom of her heart inexplicably.

Seven eight... No one... Tube!

A cold line suddenly rang in her ears again, and at the same time, Fang Ya felt it cold in her back for a moment.

She sensed, as if something was going on.... Climbed on her back!

She didn't dare to look back, but it didn't work, because the thing took the initiative to prop its head in front of her eyes.

It was the head of a puppet mixed with a little bloodstains, which also made Fang Ya unconsciously, remembering what happened in the courtyard of the orphanage at that time.

The puppet's head was propped up at a strange angle, pulling and even making the neck seem to grow a little longer.

There are still a lot of seeping cracks on its head, so that the blood stains on its head seem to flow out of those cracks.

Fang Ya didn't know if it was the puppets that appeared in the courtyard of the orphanage at that time, but that didn't matter anymore.

Because whether it is or not, the terrifying aura brought to her by this puppet will not change in the slightest.

Under the oppression of this terrifying aura, Fang Ya even forgot to think for a moment, and just let the puppet on her shoulder, grinning and letting out bursts of creepy laughter!

By the time she reacted and wanted to tear the doll off her back and run away, it was too late.

In the dark, she seemed to notice that the call was over the screen of her mobile phone that she had thrown aside, and she didn't know when it would end. And then what appeared on it was the same picture.

It's just that at this time, the old house in the picture, I don't know if it's her illusion, suddenly became a little bigger, or a little closer.

Time passed by second by second, and when the third second came, the house finally completely closed in front of Fang Ya. At the same time, Fang Ya was also framed in the house.

Poop!

With a dull sound of the door closing, the surroundings suddenly became a little darker, if it weren't for the faint glow of the phone, it would have even been completely black.

At this moment, Fang Ya's face was already pale, and she didn't know when, but her back suddenly lightened a little, because that thing didn't know when, it had already crawled from her back to other places.

Although the situation at this time may be a little more dangerous than just now, this discovery still made Fang Ya's heart feel relieved, at least the thing was gone.

Almost subconsciously, she began to search around, trying to find the hopeless "door" and then escape.

With a search, Fang Ya quickly found a door, but before she could rush over, the sound of Peking Opera sounded strangely again.

Perhaps, Fang Ya wouldn't have thought about a question at all, why did the puppet ghost boy suddenly disappear and let her go?

That's obviously impossible, there is only one possibility that can be had, there is no need for that!

And at this moment, Fang Ya finally discovered that it was perhaps the only thing that was of little use to her. Next to the phone screen, there is a yellowed newspaper.

But does she have a chance to find clues or even crack this strange realm?

Maybe she came to this room earlier, there would have been that possibility, but now everything is irreparable, because in the dark, Peking Opera is slowly approaching.

Then, in her somewhat trembling gaze, the door... Gradually!

And over there, on the newspaper that Fang Ya didn't even have time to read, there was a news theme that spanned a board.

The eighth child in Gaoyue District is missing!

On September 1, xxx year, the eighth case of disappearance occurred in Gaoyue District, the missing person was a boy in the sixth grade of a primary school, and his parents went out to work.... The details of the incident will be submitted in the follow-up investigation afterwards! (To be continued.) )