But the memory of the girl's not so rebellious had some effect.

Su Yan slowly relaxed, and in a dreamy tone, she told the terrifying story.

"Before, Qinqin said that she had already told you. When I came home from work in the evening, I went into the grass to make it easier for me to pass through the suburbs. But after looking for a long time, I couldn't find a proper place. When I was about to give up, I saw some dilapidated houses, so I squatted there and secretly relieved myself. Su Yan sighed and said slowly: "Now that I think about it, that is the cause of my own disaster. ”

"At that time, I didn't think there was anything wrong, and I was normal, so I went home." Su Yan was talking, Su Qin suddenly interrupted her: "Sister, I found the fragments of your clothes in that ruin, are you sure nothing happened there?" ”

Su Yan shook her head and said, "I remember that nothing really happened, maybe it was a branch or something that ripped off a piece of the fabric." Anyway, the strange thing started happening the next day. I haven't told anyone about these things, not even Xiaoqin. ”

"The next day was Friday, and I went back to work early in the morning. I still don't know if I'm dazzled, but I'm in charge of maintaining an external web forum in the company, which is kind of a moderator. Every day I say that I am not tired, but it is very tiring. There are messages about the company's products that need to be replied to, and those that can't be solved will be deleted.

That day, there was a post that the company's products had quality problems, you must know that the company is not big, and it does not have much popularity on the Internet. Usually very few people come to the site, but that post is an exception. 10 minutes after the post was sent, I was surprised to find that the number of posts had climbed to more than 200 layers. It's unbelievable, in the past, the website didn't get 100 IPs a day.

I wondered if something was wrong, so I started to solve it. I just saw the 195th floor, and then pressed the arrow key, and found that I was back on the 173rd floor. Suddenly I felt that something was wrong, but I didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that I was going in the wrong direction. Just subconsciously continue to look down. But after looking at a few more layers, I suddenly found that the screen was back to the reply on the 173rd floor.

Then, no matter what I did, the post remained frozen there and didn't move. I blinked, looked at the contents, and was startled.

The reply on the 173rd floor of the post has nothing to do with the company's products at all, but it has a line of words related to me: 'Su Yan, tonight, I will come to you!' ’

At first glance, I thought someone in the company must be joking with me. So he hung up the phone to his friend and scolded her severely. My friend felt inexplicable, and after figuring out the reason, he swore that he had never done such a thing. I believed it, because the company's rules and regulations are very strict, and my friend is not the kind of person who does a prank and doesn't admit it. So I didn't take it to heart.

But that day, strange things kept haunting my work. Every post I read on my own, there will be an inexplicable increase in the number of clicks, and they will all expand to 173 layers. And in each of the 137th floor replies, the same text is written: 'Su Yan, tonight, I will come to you. ’

I was frightened and hurriedly dialed the company's network technology department to ask if there was any abnormal number of hits on the company's website today. The answer is that, as usual, only a few dozen IPs have ever entered the port. When I asked about the number of replies to today's post, I was stunned. Only one new post has been added to the forum throughout, and there have been few replies, less than three. One of them is an explanation I wrote.

There was not a single post that reached more than two hundred replies at all. I clicked on the forum with a trembling hand and showed the posts I had read again. This time it almost scared me out. I saw that every reply to each post was densely packed into exactly the same word:

'Su Yan, tonight, I'll come to you!' ’

I don't understand what's going on, is it a computer hacker who is joking with me? I cleverly printed the whole post quickly, but the printer only spit out two sheets of paper by default. On the top of the paper, a normal question and answer is printed in black ink. Where is that horrible reply about me.

I almost collapsed, touching my forehead, and my hands were covered with cold sweat. I thought I was tired, so I took a leave of absence in the afternoon to get ready to rest. But deep down, I'm always thinking about those replies. Who's coming back to me at night? Why are you looking for me? Shouldn't you change your itinerary and hide in a strange place, so as not to be touched by someone with a heart?

My life is very simple, and I don't feel like I've offended anyone. But doesn't the saying say it's better to believe what you have than what you don't? There's nothing wrong with being careful. Even if you are really dazzled, you can also use it as a short trip to relax. ”

"I remember, sister, you told your father in the afternoon that you wanted to go to your second aunt's house in Liucheng to play. Mom was fine that day, and she went with you. ”

"Yes, I bought a long-distance bus ticket for the day and left Tuxue Town without stopping." Su Yan nodded and continued to recall: "I have to take a whole night's car ride to Liucheng, and I think in the car, even if someone asks me for trouble, there should be no way." After all, the car is always moving, and there is no problem.

In fact, not long after the car drove out of Tuxue Town, it was completely dark. Since it takes 10 hours to drive, the long-distance buses are all sleepers. My mom was next to me, a place without a window. After a few words of chatter, I quickly fell asleep. I ate a snack and didn't dare to use my phone to surf the Internet, but flipped through it. Seeing the time pass little by little, my heart is much calmer.

The headlights of the car turned off the night, the car was driving on the winding mountain road, and it was almost twelve o'clock after I finished reading a short story. Strictly speaking, in a few minutes, tonight will pass. I settled down and prepared for some sleep. He closed his eyes and smiled at the corners of his mouth. It seems that all day today, I really scared myself, no, nothing strange happened!

But as soon as I turned this thought, I felt that something was wrong. There was a chatter in my ears, not loud, but it was very clear in my ears. It seemed that someone was babbling something, and it was such a clear voice, but I couldn't understand what the person was saying.

It was a man who spoke, close to me. I struck a thrill.

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