"Ninety-nine...... Little Nine ......"

In my ears was the voice of an old and kind woman, calling one after another, the voice was very soft and a little ethereal.

I opened my eyes, my eyelids were heavy and my eyes were sour.

The first thing you see is the digital alarm clock at the head of the bed, which shows the number "03:21".

3:21 a.m.

The time to go to bed is 3:05 a.m. At that time, I looked at my phone and confirmed the time, and then turned off the book review area of the social page, chat group, and station I was scrolling through......

The time spent browsing online is always fleeting.

Just look at the Cristina concert incident that is eagerly discussed on the Internet, and time has passed.

At the end of the chat, there are still a lot of night owls who maintain full enthusiasm, as soon as they refresh, you can see new speeches, several chat groups continue to jump out of new information, even the book review area, is also very lively, a group of readers in those aura revival themes under the brush 666, some of them have not necessarily read, just to join in the fun.

On the Internet, it seems that in another world, everyone is ridiculing the birth of a new law of nature, the birth of a new world.

In the real world, parents are already asleep. Dad was still on the TV, and the sound of gunfights was terrifying, and Dad's snoring was also earth-shattering. Or I'm going to turn off the TV. In the family chat group, the mother fell asleep and snored slightly after sharing the newly seen links such as "this is the best for the elderly to eat" and "easy dishwashing methods you don't know" with those aunts, uncles, aunts, and aunts.

Haunted or not, whether there are ghosts or not, has no effect on them.

These memories flashed through my mind in the blink of an eye.

"Little Nine, Ninety-Nine......"

The call rang out again.

My sleepy, sluggish brain began to react.

In the family, counting the children of my uncle and aunt's family, I am the ninth, and I have a nickname Jiujiu when I was a child, and then I am older, only when I meet those uncommon uncles and aunts during the New Year, I will be shouted "Jiujiu is getting taller and taller, and it was only so much when I was a child", "Jiujiu is so handsome now, have you found a girlfriend"......

"Ninety-Nine ......"

Memories always come flooding back unconsciously.

I listened to the somewhat unfamiliar voice and the tone of calling me by my nickname, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on my back.

The floor heating was on in the room, and it was warm under the quilt, but I felt the chill.

In the room where I was alone, there seemed to be one more person. Not only was there the sound of the call, but there was also a gaze that fell on my back.

That thing was right behind me, watching me.

She's calling my name.

Will you be killed if you turn around? Sucked out of the essence, sucked out of the soul?

By the way, isn't there a saying that there are three clusters of yang fire that are physically injured, one on the top of the head and one on both shoulders. At night, when you hear people shouting and slapping yourself from behind, you must not turn back, you have to turn your whole body around, otherwise the flame on your shoulder will be blown out by your own breath, and the ghost will be able to hurt yourself.

Not to mention supernatural stories, even those handsome action movies and comics related to battles, those who turn their heads directly are cannon fodder, and their heads will be cut off by the protagonist or villain.

There is no going back...... There is no going back......

"Ninety-nine."

The call continued.

I was drenched in sweat, and my hands and feet began to tremble unconsciously.

"Ninety-nine, don't you want to look at grandma? You, aren't you grandma? ”

I came back to my senses, and memories of my grandmother came to mind.

Grandmother......

"I'm back to my soul. The underworld is gone, and we ghosts have all run to the yang world. The old voice patiently explained, "But we can't go home yet, we have to have a family to pick us up before we can come back." Jiujiu, can't you remember grandma? Don't want your grandma to come home? ”

There are more regrets and grievances in his voice, but there is a kind of tolerance of the elders.

I want to go back. As soon as the muscles in my neck moved, I forcibly restrained myself.

No, this must be a ghost lying!

"Jiujiu, if you want to pick up grandma, just take grandma's ashes to the central green space at this time. Remember. This time...... With ashes...... Central green space ......"

The sound became more and more ethereal, and the tail note dissipated directly into the air.

I suddenly opened my eyes and saw the alarm clock at the bedside.

3:21.

I sat up abruptly, turned my head to see that the bed was empty, and looked at the rest of the room, but there was no one in sight.

I turned on the lamp and ran to turn on the headlights in my room. There were no more dark corners in the room, and the light was bright, and there was no one in sight.

A minute has passed on the alarm.

Dreaming?

But this dream ......

At 3:21, this is the time when my grandmother died more than six years ago. She died in the hospital, and at that time she was no longer able to do so, and two or three critical illness notices had been issued, and the rescue that the doctor could do had reached the limit.

Almost everyone in the family was waiting in the hospital room. At 3:21, the instrument rang, and that time became the time of grandma's death. Uncles and aunts began to call and call people who didn't come to the vigil. I changed my grandmother's shroud that night, and the next day I was sent from the hospital to the funeral home, held a memorial service, and buried her.

3:21 a.m. ......

At that time, the white lights in the hospital and the uncomfortable quiet corridors are all fresh in my memory. And the looks of the relatives...... What does grandma look like on the hospital bed......

Is this a dream?

Christina had a concert, the world was different, and then ...... Grandma said that the underworld is gone......

I felt shivering and feeling the thrill of being in a blockbuster movie.

I subconsciously grabbed my phone and looked at the information on the Internet. I typed in my experience, but hesitated to send it.

On the Internet, people are still discussing Christina's affairs and conjectures about the changes in the world, and they are full of interest and emotions.

Grandmother...... Soul ......

I felt that something was different about what I encountered, and I subconsciously didn't want to share it.

The messages in the group flashed randomly, and several pieces of content were refreshed at once.

I clicked on it and saw that it was a guy in the group who was often flooded and yelling that he had met a ghost. Text and voice messages were sent in turns, and a video was also posted.

It was only then that I noticed that this group was a chat group, or a revival chat group. This life-saving netizen is an outgoing and talkative person, who can talk to anyone, talk and chat, and can say a lot.

At first, some people laughed at him for being naïve and trying to deceive people, which was too clumsy.

But after the audio and video releases, there were fewer such statements, more people screaming, and a bunch of expressions of fear and question marks and exclamation marks of unclear meaning.

These voices and videos play automatically, but the information in the group is too fast for me to read.

I heard his nervous breathing in the voice message, he kept saying that there was a ghost, and he was crying in his voice.

In a small window, the video starts playing.

I've come to a crevice.

He seems to be hiding under the covers and filming this video.

The room was dark, and it flickered and then darkened.

The camera turned, and I saw a figure on the edge of the desk flickering with the light, and the frequency of flickering was very high. Under this light, he could barely be seen pressing the switch of the lamp, constantly fiddling.

The lights were turned off, and this time they hadn't been turned on for a long time.

Smack!

The lights are on again.

The man appeared in the mask and turned his head slowly, slowly......

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