On the first day of the unlucky week, Hao Yunlai's bedside alarm clock was broken, and the original time for getting up was eight o'clock in the morning, but when he woke up, it was already thirteen o'clock in the morning, that is, one o'clock in the afternoon.

However, Hao Yunlai is spending the last summer vacation of her college days, and for her, there is no need to attend classes, no internships, and all the time can be wasted. She lifted the thin quilt on her body, got up and turned off the ceiling light in the house, and Hao Linlin was still asleep on the bed.

Hao Yunlai stared at Hao Linlin's curled thick eyelashes for a while, picked up the computer on the table, and inserted the "First Seven" that he had taken back from Jiang Wang into the CD-ROM drive. In the room full of light, the altar, the paper figures, and the background music, which had not changed at all, Hao Yunlai swallowed his saliva and continued to look down a little nervously.

In the old-fashioned corridor, the sound of "da-da" footsteps sounded, and Hao Yunlai tightened the corners of his pajamas.

Subsequently, a face identical to her appeared on the computer screen.

Hao Yunlai was stunned for a moment, squatted down and opened the suitcase at his feet. The two-fold box is full of dazzling dishes, from disposable toothbrushes in express hotels to rusty old iron pots. Hao Yunlai took out a brown notebook from inside, opened the cover that had been worn out for many years, and looked back page by page, the font on the yellowed paper gradually changed from childish to beautiful.

Since he was born, Hao Yunlai has been able to see all kinds of ghosts. At first, Hao Yunlai thought that everyone was the same as himself. When she was frightened and screamed by the hideous ghost that suddenly popped out again, Hao Guoliang began to take her to the hospital, from the schizophrenia guessed by the psychiatrist to the eye disease of "Bonner syndrome" in the mouth of the ophthalmologist, Hao Yunlai has experienced countless treatments, large and small, but there is still no improvement. Later, because of his family's downfall, Hao Guoliang could no longer afford the expensive treatment costs, so he did not force it anymore. Since then, Hao Yunlai has gradually understood that those people floating in the sky and the earth may only be able to see by himself.

It's just that the world is full of wonders. She firmly believes that the world she sees is real.

Hao Yunlai didn't want them to be ignored and forgotten, so he recorded them. In the twilight of the dynasty, more than ten years have passed, and dense fonts have covered the entire notebook. There is a modern saying in China that habit becomes nature, but death is always a proposition that people can't get used to, but after reading too much, she is gradually able to classify the souls of the dead with similar attributes according to various causes of death.

Hao Yunlai hastily flipped through it, she didn't see what she wanted, she was a little unwilling to turn forward from the last page, this time, she carefully looked at the words on the paper line by line, and finally found a satisfactory answer near the beginning.

She had never met Hao Linlin, but she had heard a story from Granny Broccoli.

In the sixties and seventies of the last century, Granny Broccoli was a teenager and lived in a small village on the edge of Nanzhou. At that time, the entrance of the village led to the houses on a potholed dirt road, and there was no lighting on the side of the road, and the whole road was dark on a moonless night.

There was a river in that village, called the Seven Mile River, and the old man in the village said that a long time ago this river was indeed as long as seven miles, but then somehow it slowly narrowed and became shorter. Of course, none of this is the point. The point is that at a twist and turn of the Qili River, there is a sparsely planted mulberry forest, between the trees, large and small mounds are raised, and I heard that the buried in it are all children who died young, in short, it is a bad place.

At that time, a new family moved into the village, and it didn't matter if they had no money, they could only build a house opposite the mulberry forest. One night, the moon was very round, and it was estimated that it was the middle of the month, and the child of the family was playing late at the broccoli house, and was alone on the night road, and suddenly there was a sound of rustling two hundred meters from home, that is, next to the mulberry forest. The child looked up and saw a little baby covered with red hair standing under the mulberry tree, grinning at her, obviously not old enough to grow teeth, but her mouth was full of fangs, and she was so frightened that she ran away. When she got home, she immediately told her parents, but no one believed her.

Early the next morning, I heard the sound of gongs and drums beating outside the house, and the child, who had not slept all night, leaned on the window and looked out, and saw a large number of people in white mourning clothes gathered there.

At breakfast, she heard from her parents that an old lady surnamed Liu had passed away at the entrance of the village, and she had come to bury the cremated urn this morning. When the child heard this, he couldn't understand it.

"Isn't that place dedicated to burying children?"

The mother who was chewing peanuts didn't raise her head, "Where are so many dead children to be buried, and they are buried in the village who are old and dead." ”

The child nodded, intending to tell the broccoli later.

After the child used theory and practice to tell Broccoli about this subversive cognition, Broccoli pursed her lips disdainfully, her face full of undoubted distrust. In a fit of rage, the child pulled the broccoli and squatted under the mulberry forest, wanting her to see it for herself. The two men waited and waited until the moon rose.

Broccoli yawned, "I'm going back to sleep." ”

"I'm going to bed so early, and I'm here to talk to my mother-in-law."

The old hoarse voice sounded from behind her, and the child's back was cold, and she subconsciously grabbed Broccoli's wrist.

"Did you hear that?"

Broccoli looked at her frightened face for some reason, "Hear what?" ”

As if someone was blowing on his neck, the child's body trembled slightly, and he slowly turned his head, and a miserable white face covered with spots and ravines appeared in front of him. She exclaimed, let go of the broccoli's hand, and ran straight to her house.

The broccoli, who had been left in place, watched the child's rapidly disappearing back, and then looked around at the empty surroundings, puzzled.

After that, Broccoli never saw the child out to play at night.

Hao Yunlai's physical education teacher in elementary school once said in math class that fear comes from the unknown. Born from the heart, what you think in your heart is what you see in your eyes.

Hao Yunlai called such undead ghosts phantasmagogues.

The "self" in the screen walked back and forth on the stairs, and Hao Yunlai exited the playback window and took out the disc in the CD drive.

"I inquired!" Qi Zhan's excited voice came through the wall.

Hao Yunlai saw the doorknob turn a few times slightly and frequently, she could guess the expression of Qi Zhan behind the door, it should be the kind of constipation expression that wanted to open the refrigerator and take out a bottle of Coke "Gu Dong Gu Dong" when she was thirsty, but found that there was nothing else in it except plastic wrap.

Hao Yunlai got up, opened the door and walked out.

"What's the matter?"

"The kid in the house, her mother's phone number."

"So fast?!" I have to admit that Qi Zhan is extremely efficient in inquiring about the three aunts and eight aunts, but if you want him to help ask for the contact information of idols, even if it is a Weibo Internet celebrity outside the eighteenth line, he will immediately become a wastewood. To sum up, he can't get into the high-end circle.

Qi Zhan triumphantly took out a small card, on which was written a string of numbers starting with 001209, "Hao Linlin's biological mother, Yang Yufen, age 45, now lives in California. ”

Hao Yunlai took the card and immediately took out his mobile phone and entered the number.

"It's a quick fix, transatlantic calls are very expensive."

"Got it!" Before he finished losing the number, Hao Yunlai suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"The time difference between the two sides, I remember that the United States seems to be 12 hours behind China, so they should be ...... by now" Hao Yunlai folded his hands and counted for a moment.

"Two o'clock in the morning." Qi Zhan turned around and walked to the dining table and poured himself a glass of water, "Let's fight again in the evening." ”

"I think so too."

"What's in your hand?" Qi Zhan's facial features suddenly became a little obscene, "Could it be...... Island nation action movie? ”

"Island, you big-headed ghost!" Hao Yunlai realized that she had also brought out the disc, "Have you watched "The First Seven"? ”

"I've seen it, I remember it's an old movie, it scared people to death when it was released, and because of this incident, this film was banned for a while."

"The culprit of Lin Lin is hiding inside."

"Just that weird aunt who looks like Sadako?"

"Yes, I'll have to burn this thing so that it won't come out and harm people again." Hao Yunlai walked into the house as he spoke, dragging the cauldron in the suitcase to the living room.

"You've got to put some paper in the pot, or it won't burn." Qi Zhan leaned on the table, looking scowling.

"Yes."

But what do you burn?

Hao Yunlai turned his head to look around, suddenly thought of something, walked into the toilet in three steps and two steps, and took out a toilet reading book "Modern Girl".

Qi Zhan, who was originally drinking water, saw the things in Hao Yunlai's hand, and was so frightened that he immediately squirted out a mouthful of water, "What are you doing?" You let go of that book! ”

"You've read this book a few times, next time my sister will buy you a new one." Hao Yunlai quickly lit the cover with a lighter.

The books in front of him were burning in the flames, and Qi Zhan looked heartbroken: "Then I want the latest issue." ”

"Okay." Hao Yunlai put the disc in his hand into the brazier with satisfaction.

"The most poisonous woman's heart."

"Who are you talking about?" Hao Yunlai turned his head and flew towards Qi Zhan with an eye knife.

"I said Hao Linlin, his stepmother!" Qi Zhan's face was excited, "I actually showed him "The First Seven". ”

"It's not just "The First Seven", it's all kinds of horror movies coming in turn." Hao Yunlai turned his head, and his gaze cut from Qi Zhan's body to the brazier, and he was shocked.

I saw that the magazine with a sexy girl on the cover of the brazier had burned to ashes, and the disc was still lying there quietly, undamaged.