As soon as Mo Chen and the four of them walked out of the door of the dormitory, they heard a roar of engines from far and near, accompanied by the sound of horns from time to time.

Haiting muttered with disgust, "Zhente M can fit 13!" I don't know the speed limit on campus is 5 miles, stupid 13! ”

Before Haiting's voice fell, the silver sedan that was still running wildly at high speed in the distance "flew" in front of a few people, and the car drew a half circle in place, turned the front of the car, and exposed the doors on both sides to face Mo Chen and the others. The co-pilot's window slowly fell, Mo Chen subconsciously looked into the car, only to see Kang Qiang holding the steering wheel with one hand, and beckoning at him with the other, Kang Qiang shouted, "Get in the car!" “

The silver BYD car, carrying Mo Chen's four people, "took off" again, and ran all the way out of the school gate, when he was about to go out, because Kang Qiang was too anxious, he almost scraped off the railing of the gate, and the uncle on duty in the security booth roared.

Mo Chen sat in the co-pilot's seat, and the other three people crowded behind, Haiting glanced at the old car interior, and sniffed the smell of the car with his nose, and let out a sigh of disgust in his mouth.

Kang Qiang glanced at Haiting through the reversing mirror, and snorted coldly, "What, do you think my car is broken?" ”

Mo Chen turned his head and saw Haiting looking out of the window, the reflection on the window pane was printed with the corners of Haiting's raised mouth. Haiting said, "The little one doesn't dare!" After a pause, he turned his head, looked around, and asked casually, "Eh, I said, Lao Kang, your car is the famous BYD prostration?" ”

"Poof~" Mo Chen and Zheng Yi invariably held back their laughter, and only Lu Zhong looked left and right for no reason.

Kang Qiang snorted and awkwardly corrected Haiting, "Prostrate your sister!" Surui. Look at you like prostration~"

"You're empty~"

"You!"

The two of them were childishly bickering, Haiting has always been unforgiving, coming and going, Kang Qiang fell behind. Kang Qiang, who was angry, stepped on the accelerator fiercely, and the car jumped out with a bang.

Feeling the same feeling as flying, Mo Chen fastened his seat belt, grabbed the handle above tightly, and no one said anything for a while.

Kang Qiang drove the car for more than half an hour, approached the residential area in the west of the city, and stopped in front of an old seven-story residential building.

As soon as the car stopped, Haiting was the first to push open the door and "climb" down, the pestle was under the telephone pole in front of the unit door, wow, wow, and Lu Zhong intimately helped hand over the tissue.

"Can't die, can you?" Kang Qiang walked over and glanced at Haiting. The latter covered his mouth and narrowed his eyes into slits, as if he was "killing" him with his eyes.

Kang Qiang's mood was much better at this time, humming a little song, leading everyone and approaching the unit door.

Kang Qiang's family lives on the fourth floor of this old residential building, and it stands to reason that with his salary, it is okay to live at least in a park with a relatively better environment.

The bronze security door, the door is covered with all kinds of small advertisements and small posters, Mo Chen vaguely remembers who told him about an "unspoken rule". If you don't want your door to be overrun by these pesky little posters, the best thing to do is not to put up a warning sign. Instead, every time it is glued, it is torn off as quickly as possible, and in the long run, when those "nasty ghosts" come to post advertisements again, they will naturally not put posters on it when they see that the door is clean. This reason is very simple, it is a subconscious habit of people, full of advertising doors, for the poster, they will feel that the owner does not care about these, so they will be unscrupulous.

Kang Qiang's home is a two-bedroom and one-living room facing south in one direction, which is what people call the double sun orientation.

As soon as he entered the entrance, Haiting covered his nose in disgust, and said angrily, "Oh my God, what does this smell like!" ”

"Look, does this smell?" Kang Qiang said and came to Haiting's side, Haiting subconsciously turned his head to see that a dark gray sock was abruptly attached to his eyes.

"Get out of the way! Take it away! Haiting yelled, pushing Kang Qiang hard, but Kang Qiang was still unsatisfied with his dirty socks and chased Haiting in circles.

Mo Chen held his breath and waved his hand again and again, "Brother Qiang, it's almost!" A little spicy to the eyes. As he spoke, he blinked vigorously, as if to relieve his discomfort.

The style of Kang Qiang's house, a typical home for a man living alone, and not as much as the decoration, just talking about the hygiene in this house, can't help but frown.

On the sofa in the living room, there were particularly messy piles of dirty clothes that had been worn, and Mo Chen saved up the piles of clothes by himself, made way for a vacant seat, and sat down.

The rest of the people chose a "comfortable" place to sit down, Kang Qiang didn't care about these details, he didn't care what others thought of the mess at home.

It was rare for Kang Qiang to boil a pot of hot water, hold a few cups, and put them on the coffee table, and everyone received a cup of hot water for themselves.

Mo Chen was the first to ask and asked, "Brother Qiang, what happened when you were in such a hurry to pick us up?" ”

Kang Qiang swept around the crowd and said in a low voice, "I was on the phone and heard his voice. ”

"Who is he?"

"What sound?"

......

For a while, Haiting and Lu Zhong asked nonsense, Mo Chen looked at Zheng Yi silently, and Zheng Yi's brows furrowed together. The first thing that Mo Chen thought of was the phone call that Lu Zhong made to him during his vacation, and that time, Mo Chen clearly heard another person's voice on the phone.

The man was asking him, "Do you want eternal life?" ”

This time, Kang Qiang called Mo Chen, originally wanting to have a good chat with him, and wanted to ask more about the so-called 404 horror rumors from Mo Chen. Unexpectedly, on the phone, I heard a familiar male voice, but this voice kept calling Kang Qiang's name, and the voice was far away, as if it came from hell.

"Listen to you say that, like, you know who he is?" Mo Chen asked.

Kang Qiang's face was gloomy, and he lightly spit out a name, "Zou Chao." ”

Before Kang Qiang's words fell, the expressions of the four people froze, Dong Jingxun once mentioned that the man who often came to visit Dong's father at home was called "Xiao Zou." ”

The two are really related!

"What's wrong with you?" Kang Qiang sensed that everyone was wrong, so he asked.

Haiting looked left and right, and said, "Who is coming?" ”

Mo Chen thought for a moment, "Let's do it with me!" ”

After all, in the strange circle of time, only Mo Chen has all the memories, and only he can run through all the things together, so it is more appropriate for Mo Chen to repeat it.

Although he said this, Mo Chen stared at the cup and didn't speak for a long time, Haiting and the others were a little impatient, urging on the side. As if filtering out his thoughts, Mo Chen slowly spoke.