I was dumbfounded with the truncated phone cord in my hand, wondering how this was possible.

It takes at least a while to see where the gap breaks, and every time you call for help, the message you get is often disconnected.

This can't help but arouse more speculation and imagination in my mind.

"It's this landline that's weird."

I turned around and stared back at the old-fashioned phone on the table, but I couldn't help but feel a little daunted.

If you add that you haven't dripped, and you're still so excited in the past 28 days, who would believe it?

Where is a pig feed factory, it is clearly a haunted base.

"TM, just tear down that phone and see what you can find."

I swallowed and walked slowly towards the old telephone on the desk.

At this time, it was noon, and the sun was shining through the iron railing window, even if there were any strange things to do, they would never choose this time.

What's more, at this time, I speculated in my heart that the phone was tampered with, otherwise how could I still be able to receive the phone after the connection was disconnected.

Minutes and seconds passed, and in the blink of an eye, the sky completely darkened.

The old-fashioned clock hanging on the wall moved its hands closer to about 11 o'clock, and I thought to myself as I looked at the dazzling array of parts placed on the table.

"Could it be that I miscalculated, but the memory of the conversation with the woman for a few days is still rolling in my mind, and this can never be wrong or hallucination."

"Ringing ringing... Bell bell bell. ”

Suddenly, the crisp and familiar ringing of the bell rang in my ears, and when I turned to look, I saw that the old telephone on the table that had been dismantled was actually ringing again.

I tried not to panic, thinking that maybe the horn wire didn't break, which caused the noise of the positive and negative electrodes.

It's just that when his eyes swept over the bits and pieces on the table, the line of defense from the bottom of his heart was almost about to collapse.

The old-fashioned telephone in front of me has long been separated from the signal line, and its body has been dismantled by me and only an empty shell remains, how can anyone call in at this time.

"If it's not haunted, then how did he do it...".

I stretched out my trembling hand and pressed the answer button, but when the familiar girl's voice suddenly sounded on the other end of the phone, every pore in my body was spraying cold sweat.

"Uncle Gan..., my father's corpse stinks...".

"Where are you, I'm so scared..."

In an instant, I hung up the phone almost as fast as I could, and my mind kept recalling the terrifying voice of Lao Yan's daughter and the past when I once met Lao Yan.

I even began to wonder if schizophrenia had come in advance, and those memories of Lao Yan were all made up out of thin air.

"Nope! No... How can it be. ”

I rejected such an idea in my heart, and looked faintly at the strange telephone line spreading out from under the bed, as if even my soul couldn't help but shudder.

Suddenly, I noticed that the telephone line under my nose seemed to twitch inexplicably, and this illusion made me take a dozen steps backwards in a row.

It wasn't until late at night that the cold sweaty back touched the cold wall, and the eerie, shrill phone rang from the table again.

This time, I endured the collapse of my mental defenses, and desperately threw the remaining phone parts on the table to the ground and smashed them to pieces.

Until the night passed suddenly, the early morning sunlight pierced the eyes through the window and hurt a little.

I couldn't help but plunge headlong under the bed and began to look for the source of the broken phone line.

I strove my way through the bunk beds, finally seeing the other end of the broken telephone line before the dust nearly choked me to death.

However, the truth of the matter is even stranger than I imagined.

"Have you ever seen a telephone line buried in the ground?"

"I'm sorry, I've seen it."

I don't know how I trembled to bring this into my journal, but everything panicked when the deep despair crept into my mind.

For a moment, I felt a nameless anger burning in my heart, and I felt that I had been being teased for almost a month, and now the telephone line that was spreading from the ground was flawed and notched.

I picked up the hammer that had been placed in the corner of the room, and suddenly swung it down at the corner of the wall, the concrete floor under my feet being too old.

It seems that a sudden jump will cause more cracks.

In a few strokes, the sharp edge of the hammer rolled up, cutting through the shattered cement layer near the corner, and a fist-sized hole was bubbling out with cold wind, and the telephone line was running down here.

My eyes were red and even my forehead was bloodshot, and there was only one thought in my heart at the moment, which was to dig down.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the afternoon that the corner of the reception room on the first floor had turned into a black hole, more than a meter wide in diameter.

The cracks in the wet and dark stone steps were covered with green moss, and every time you stepped on it, your whole body felt like you were being swallowed by strange and terrifying monsters.

The space inside was surprisingly vast, or perhaps because it was too dark, but the light from the wolf-eye flashlight I pulled out from my waist was only two or three meters away.

There was a silent darkness all around, and when I looked back at the exit overhead, it had become a distant point of light.

According to his own estimates, the position under his feet is now fifty or sixty meters deep from the ground, which is enough to dig a shallow well in the countryside.

I cautiously raised my flashlight and glanced at the stone steps ahead.

I just feel as if I am walking in the abyss leading to hell, and there is no end to it.

"What should I do..., do I continue to go down or do I want to withdraw immediately."

To be honest, when the implementation came here, I couldn't help but retreat, but the curiosity in my heart was faintly attacking, but I couldn't bear to give up.

But after thinking about it, I still feel that my life is more important now.

I followed the steps up the steps and returned the same way little by little, thinking that with the wolf's eye flashlight in my hand, I would be able to return to the singularity safely.

Who knew that in the next second, he fell on the slippery stone steps carelessly, and the flashlight in his hand rolled down the steps completely.

It wasn't until I watched the light disappear into the darkness a little bit under my feet, and I couldn't help but sigh coldly in my heart.

"It's broken!"

In an instant, I almost pulled my legs and started running up, only to feel that there seemed to be an invisible force behind me, wanting to keep myself here, no matter how hard I tried.

The light of the exit above his head always kept his distance from him.

"Pretending to be a ghost..., someone must be pretending to be a ghost."

I kept muttering words, trying to stabilize my heart that was about to collapse.

It's just that the slippery moss under his feet seems to have started to play tricks on himself again, and it was just because he stepped on the moss that he fell and lost the flashlight.

This time, he didn't stabilize his body, and rolled down the empty stone steps.