After saying goodbye to these people, my brother and I went to Zhongwen's house as soon as possible, and then found him to take the courier, and then returned to the car to disassemble it.

The phone has indeed been cracked, and you can use it directly by clicking on it.

My brother and I sat in the car and watched, starting with text messages and communication tools, but after a long time, we found that there was no communication tool in the mobile phone, and when we opened the text messages, there was no record of correspondence.

"So clean?" I don't believe in evil, and I clicked on the contact again, and I was surprised to find that there was only one contact, and this note was very strange, it was D.

“D？ What does that mean? My brother frowned, his expression puzzled, "Will someone have a name with only one D-word?" ”

I shook my head, indicating that I didn't know, opened the album and looked again, and found that there was a photo inside, only this one, the photo was a group photo, the picture quality was a little blurry, four people stood together in the same frame, looking at the camera.

There is one person among them, who thinks bitterly.

Before I could take a closer look at the remaining three people, my brother suddenly pointed to one of them and said, "Tu Qian, do you look at this person, do you feel very familiar?" ”

I followed the person he pointed to, and the picture was a little blurry, and at first glance, it was not easy to recognize, but if I looked closely, I would find that this person looked very familiar, so familiar that I recognized it in a few seconds.

This face flashed in his mind, and he exclaimed on the spot: "Second uncle?!" ”

I could hardly believe it, my head was buzzing, like I had been beaten with a blow, and I couldn't react for a long time.

"He... How did he appear on the photo? I hurriedly enlarged the photo, leaned closer to the screen to see this person, and repeatedly confirmed that it was really him!

When I was a child, there was an accident in my family, and I ran away, and for eight years, I lived with my second uncle.

The second uncle is a person who loves to raise small animals, his wife died early, and he has no children, so he likes to raise some poultry, and when I am admitted to university, I will contact him from time to time, but after meeting my brother in the past year, my life has changed a lot, and I have not contacted him, and he may not know until now that Chen Qing has passed away.

At the beginning, I also told him that I would marry Chen Qing in two years.

Now that I think about it, it's like a dream.

My brother obviously recognized it, frowning and not speaking, he saw his second uncle when he was a child, and his appearance has not changed much from now.

The two of us looked at each other, our minds were a mess, I don't know what's going on, how could the second uncle appear in the troubled mobile phone, and take a photo with him?

I clicked on the information in the photo and found something even more surprising, the photo was taken two years ago.

"Two years ago?" I carefully recalled that I was still in college at that time, and I had been back home two years ago, but at that time, my second uncle was the same as usual, there was nothing strange about it, how could there be a photo at that time?

My brother frowned and said, "I haven't figured out what's going on with the old photo of us and my father before, and now there's such a strange photo, who can tell me what's going on?" ”

I felt a little uneasy, and hurriedly took out my mobile phone: "I'll call my second uncle and ask!" ”

dialed the second uncle's phone, but the other end kept ringing and was never connected.

"No one answered?" After waiting for a long time, the phone automatically hung up, I looked at the screen with doubts on my face, and my heart became more and more uneasy: "The second uncle uses a multi-functional elderly machine, which is very loud and has a lot of electricity, so I usually don't answer the phone." ”

My brother looked at me with a heavy look in his eyes: "Tu Poor, I always feel as if something has happened." ”

"Brother, why don't we go back and have a look?" I was extremely anxious, my second uncle was the only relative who accompanied me from childhood to adulthood, and I had been living with him before my brother came back, and if something happened to him, I was afraid that I would never forgive myself in my life.

My brother nodded in agreement and drove straight to his hometown.

On the way, I continued to look through my long-thinking phone, trying to find something, but there was nothing but the photo and the contact "D".

"This D... Who is it? "My heart was full of doubts, after clicking on it, there was indeed a number, and I hesitated in my heart, should I call it and take a look?

My brother drove the car, ate bread and said, "If you really want to know, just call it, anyway, we are already like this, what else is there to be afraid of?" ”

I thought to myself, yes, now we are not only enemies of ghosts, but even enemies of people, and we have no friends to help, so we can only rely on ourselves, and the only hope is that we hope that nothing will happen to my second uncle.

After a moment's hesitation, I dialed the number of the person named D.

When the phone rang, I felt a little nervous somehow, and a few seconds later, it was connected.

"Hello?" A particularly thick male voice came from the other end: "What's the matter, say it quickly?" ”

I held the phone, not knowing what to say, my palms began to sweat, and my brain was spinning rapidly, trying to recognize the voice and see if I knew it.

And what is the identity of this person? How should I answer?

On the other hand, I was using a bitter phone, which meant that he didn't know who I was until I even spoke, so I had to pretend to be bitter.

"Hello?" He asked again suspiciously, and his voice was crisp and sharp: "Why don't you speak?" ”

My mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to answer like a bitter thought, and after a while, I suddenly had an idea.

Hurriedly pinched his throat and said hoarsely: "This situation can be recalled, but it was already a mistake at that time." ”

Isn't the sign of thinking bitter is the love of reading poetry?

"What's wrong with your voice?" The person on the other end of the line was alert.

I grabbed my throat and said, "I was injured, I had an accident, and I was calculated by those two boys." ”

"Hmph, I told you earlier, they're not easy." He sneered and said, "How are you going?" ”

I thought about it for a moment and responded to him: "It's okay." ”

"Huh?" He suddenly let out a puzzled sound, as if he was wondering something: "Okay?" You know you can't answer that. ”

My heart chuckled, my mind spun rapidly, and I soon uttered something that even I thought was incredible: "I said it on purpose." ”

The other end of the phone was obviously stunned, listening to my hoarse voice, and his tone became confused: "What do you mean?" ”

"You know what I mean." I'm going to fight back.

"I don't know what you mean." His tone became indifferent, and he said, "You're really not afraid of death!" ”

This time I didn't answer, so I listened to him continue: "You'd better do things thoroughly, otherwise your identity as one of the four guests should be given to someone else." ”

"I don't need you to remind me." I replied, silently writing down the name "Sike" in my heart.

"Humph!" He sneered, was silent for a moment, and asked, "Say, what do you want to do on this call?" ”

I was asked by him now, what the hell is the call? Of course, I want to know who he is, but if I say more now, it is easy to expose myself and startle the snake.

And judging from his words, this man doesn't seem to know that Si Ku is dead.

That's the same, because Si Bitter died at school, and the corpses were scattered with zombies, but there was no one else around.

The phone was taken away by us, the message did not slip out, and it was impossible for outsiders to know.

If there is anyone in this world who knows that he is dead, it is only me and my brother.

In order to get some news, I thought about it and asked him coldly: "Do you remember the first time we met?" ”

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone, and it took a long time before he responded impatiently: "Surnamed Si, are you sick?" What the hell is going on, tell me quickly! ”

"I just want to ask you, do you want to listen to the poems I wrote?"

"I don't want to listen to your sour poems!"

It seems that we are not the only ones who hate to read poetry, but they themselves also hate it.

"Then you know that you are the only one left in my address book?"

"You nonsense! We are operators, if you don't keep mine, who else can you keep?! ”

Operator? I secretly read it in my heart, and before I could speak, I heard him say angrily: "I said surnamed Si, did you forget to take medicine today?" Is there anything going on?! ”

"There's something, but it's not convenient on the phone, let's make an appointment."